Mark of the Incubus Chapter 13 Teaser

  This is the final chapter of my novella. I'll be finished it before the month is over. But here's a tease of what to expect in the final chapter.

   If you would like to read all the chapters so far go to Literotica.com. My handle is ErosinaScarlett. 

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They settled on the Savoy Casino on the waterfront. Agnes wanted to freshen up with a soothing bath to wash away the smell of her brother’s strong cologne. Her sex drive was unsettled and once more she ached for James, the real devil on her shoulder. 

She leaned back and closed her eyes, sending out a silent call to her Incubus to come to her. Agnes felt James’s tender yet cruel lips on hers. His musk intoxicated her, sending an electric shock through her veins awaking her every nerve ending. 

Agnes opened her indigo eyes to see James’s whiskey dangerous eyes sparkling back at her. 

“You went to see your brother again,” James smirked. “I’m not surprised. He does have an impressive cock.”

“I went to discuss finances,” Agnes sighed. 

“Boring,” James sat back and Agnes turned around and leaned into James, her body fit snugly against his. How did that happen? They were two pieces of an evil dark puzzle. With Nolan Agnes felt at peace. The world was full of light in Nolan’s strong arms with his warm charcoal eyes looking down at her. But with James it was all wild passion that made Agnes hungry for more. 

“I need money,” Agnes sighed. “If I want to move out of Paradise Falls I’m going to have to practically live at the diner to make enough money to get an apartment.”

“There is a spell we can do to help increase your fortunes,” James whispered seductively making Agnes’s skin quiver with delight.

With the flick of James’s wrist he produced an ancient silver coin with a pentagram on one side and a tao cross on the other. He chucked the coin up into the air then when it came back down it became an ordinary casino $100 chip. 

“What is that?” Agnes took the magic chip from James and examined it. 

“A Felix Coin,” James explained kissing Agnes’s shoulder giving her goosebumps. “But it comes at a price…”

“What kind of price?” Agnes smiled when she saw the iniquitous look in her demon’s eyes.

James motioned Agnes closer with the flick of his finger. She leaned back, his hot breath in her ear making her melt. He whispered into her ear and Agnes grinned. 

Agnes felt James’s demonic masculinity pressed against her aching womanhood. The tub was big enough for two but Agnes and James liked to be on top of each other. His breath on her neck made goosebumps erupt all over her porcelain skin. 

He turned her head and their mouths met in seething lust. Agnes moaned into James’s mouth as she felt his hand cupping her ripe womanhood. Her clit was already engorged and sensitive to James’s every movement. Agnes gasped as James grazed a finger against it.

Agnes sucked on James’s rough tongue as he stroked her satin insides. She bucked her hips making splashes, her pink pearl rubbing against his palm. She wanted him inside her. Agnes lifted herself up. Reading her desires, James took hold of her hips and guided her onto his throbbing cock. 

Agnes took a sharp intake of breath then groaned as she felt James’s manhood slowly stretch her vaginal walls, piercing her feminine core. A shudder of pleasure shot through Agnes as she rocked her hips in a slow rhythm. James grunted like a beast in heat into the nape of Agnes’s neck, her wet hair smelling of wild flowers. 

Hot waves of ecstasy rippled through their bodies in shared lust and equal passion as some of the bath water began to end up on the tile floor. Agnes went up and down, rotating her hips and moaning like an animal as James’s molten rod pierced her tender flesh, hitting her G-Spot making her climax build.

James bit into Agnes’s shoulder almost hard enough to break her soft white skin only to leave a red mark. James erupted first, shooting his hot seed into Agnes’s womb. He felt her muscles clench, locking his cock inside of her as her own body spasmed in the throes of her orgasm. 

Agnes cried out in ecstasy as James kissed her neck. She arched her back as the waves of pleasure washed over her like a wave crashing on the golden shore. He breathed hotly into his mortal beloved’s ear, “I hope that’s not all you got in you.”

James caressed Agnes’s firm round breasts. Her nipples puckered into small pink diamonds sensitive to the touch. James ran his thumb across one making Agnes shiver. He was still rock hard inside her pulsating core. 

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Michelle leaned against the doorway outside the bathroom listening to Agnes and James fucking like tigers in heat in the wild. The snake inside her hissed in displeasure while Michelle’s conscience gagged in disgust at her jealousy. What right had Michelle to be jealous? James was hardly ever satisfied with anyone but Agnes. What was so special about her?

“Michelle, you look green,” Vesta walked up to Michelle wearing her black leather skirt, red tank and black mesh top. Her lips were a stunning ruby red and her long yellow hair was a sexy bed head like she just woke up from a night of passion.

“You look hot,” Michelle complimented dryly. “I doubt Agnes will notice though.”

“Oh I think she will,” Vesta did a little flirty spin. “Especially with these new additions.” Vesta squeezed her small fuller breasts making Michelle swallow hard. If Agnes wasn’t going to fuck Vesta tonight Michelle probably will. 

“But tell her to hurry up or we’ll be late,” Vesta complained. 

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“So where are we going?” Charlie asked excited. “Clubs?”

“You’re 16,” Michelle chuckled. 

“So? I’m more mature than you hags,” Charlie stuck out his tongue playfully. Agnes pinched her baby brother’s earlobe with a warm smile. 

“Casinos,” Agnes said. 

“If I’m too young for a gay club then I can’t go into a casino,” Charlie chided as he rubbed his somewhat sore ear. 

“I can get us in,” Agnes winked. 

“I did just learn this trick…,” Vesta smiled evilly. Agnes watched closely as Vesta pulled out a simple playing card. The Ace of Hearts. Then with a flick of her wrist it turned into an ID with Charlie’s name and new birth date on it.

“Clever,” Michelle rolled her eyes. 

“Impressive,” Agnes begrudgingly complimented. She couldn’t help but think how hot Vesta looked. Her top showed ample cleavage and those knee high black boots were turning Agnes on shamefully. 

“Let’s go, Beau,” Vesta called. “Don’t forget my purse.”

Beau followed obediently like a whipped dog. Agnes caught Vesta by the arm and asked, “What exactly did you do to him?”

Vesta leaned in closer, their mouths in tantalizing proximity, “Maybe I’ll tell you if you ask me nicely…”

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They went to the water front casino the Pink Diamond. Being that Charlie and Beau were with three hot women it didn’t seem to matter too much to the bouncers or security guards. Beau walked in a daze beside Vesta looking like a zombie. 

“Ok who wants drinks?” Michelle asked as Agnes surveyed the tables. 

“Beau will get us some,” Vesta chimed. “Won’t you, honey?” 

Beau numbly nodded. After he took down orders from the group Agnes caught Vesta’s arm whispering harshly, “Okay what did you do to him?”

Vesta smiled innocently, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t bull shit me,” Agnes hissed tightening her grip. Vesta’s perfume muddled Agnes’s senses. She didn’t want to be turned on right now. The anger only seemed to increase Agnes’s desire. 

“Why does it matter?” Vesta shrugged Agnes off leaning closer so that their mouths were within a tantalizing distance. “But if you’re really curious then we can have a more private conversation.”

Agnes’s heart thumped as she clenched her fists. An electric thrill shot through Agnes’s clit. Why was Vesta turning her on so much? But she managed to pull herself away, marching towards a Black Jack table.

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“So why a casino?” Charlie asked as he sipped his Chocolate martini. 

As Agnes watched the dealer cut the cards she leaned over and whispered, “If we’re going to leave Paradise Falls then we’re going to have to more money.”

Charlie smiled. They always talked about leaving their one horse ignorant town goodbye but those were always fantasies. Now they felt like an actual possibility. Charlie could forgive Agnes for the past few months. 

“Bets?” the male dealer said in a mechanical tone. Agnes lifted up her lucky $100 chip, the one James had given her then set it on the table. 

As the game went on, Agnes watched that $100 multiply. Vesta hung on Agnes’s arm. Michelle kept giving Vesta the evil eye but the high school mean girl only smirked as Agnes became more relaxed as that $100 became $1,000. 

People gathered around to see the girl who could not seem to lose. Michelle was the only one who remained vigilant. She could feel the cameras focus on them; feel the eyes of the pit boss and his goons watching with intensity. 

“Maybe we should try the slots,” Michelle suggested to an excited Agnes. 

“I think I want to try poker,” Vesta intervened. 

Charlie began to share Michelle’s unease, “Michelle and I will do slots.”

Agnes was barely listening, nodding and shrugging them off. She and Vesta collected the winnings and went to roulette table instead. They caused quite a stir as Vesta and Agnes rolled the dice. To make it look inconspicuous Vesta lost a few hundred dollars but Agnes didn’t let up. She was riding a winning high.

“That chip has some mojo,” Vesta whispered into Agnes’s ear, her lips practically kissing her ear lobe. 

“It’s not just the chip,” Agnes winked as she held up the pair of red die to Vesta’s ruby lips. “For luck.”

Vesta pursed her full lips gently blowing warm air onto the dice. Vesta’s breath touched Agnes’s skin creating goose bumps on her palm. She rolled the pair of red dice onto the green felt table once again rolling a 7 to the cheer of the crowd.

Vesta and Agnes looked at each other. Both could feel the sexual heat from the other. Both of their insides vibrating. Agnes forgot that they were once enemies. All that was left was a raw need for gratification.


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Fantasy Creatures You Don't Hear Enough About

    The first thing you want to do before you write your novel is to do research, but you want to be a little different from other fantasy novels. Here's a list of creatures that you've probably never heard of.

1. The Three Legged Bird

      You've watched or read Game of Thrones so you're familiar with the Three-Eyed Raven. Well this bird of Asian mythology didn't have future sight but he was interesting. The Three Legged Bird was a solar symbol in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean folklore. In China the Celestial Cock or Bird of Dawn is a three legged rooster with golden feathers. Ancestor of all the cocks on Earth, its morning crow shakes the sky and awakens humankind. The Three Legged Bird is a raven called Yatagarasu in Japanese Legend. It is the emblem of Amaterasu, the sun goddess. In Korea, the Three-Legged Bird is called Samjogo. It was the highest symbol of power, superior to both the dragon and the phoenix.  

2. Catoblepas

    A legendary bull-like creature of Ethiopia the size of a bull with a heavy mane that falls over the forehead, covering the blood-shot eyes, a scaly back, and shaggy eye brows. The beast's head is so heavy that it can only look downward, which is fortunate  because the beast's look is poisonous as is its breath, since it only eats poisonous vegetation. Yikes! When enemies approach, the beast shudders, glares, bares its teeth, and emits from its throat a blast of foul-smelling breath that causes its enemies to lose their voices and experience fatal convulsions. 

3. Tikbalang

     A creature from the folklore of the Philippines. It stands upright like a tall and powerful man but has the head and hooves of a horse. The forelegs, which look like arms ending with bony fingers, are long enough to touch the ground. They're known to scare travelers and leave them astray. Tikbalangs can also imitate voices and mannerisms of a person known to the traveler, using this ruse to lure victims into the forest where they never return from. Ways travelers protect themselves include wearing their shirts inside out and either calling out a warning or walking silently through the forest where the creature lives so as not to disturb it. Tikbalang can also be tamed, but a person must ride it to exhaustion and pluck one of the three thickest spines of its mane to use as a magic talisman. Sounds easy enough...

4. Nue

    Also referred to as the Japanese Chimera. A hybrid of several animals with the head of a monkey, body of a tanuki (a raccoon dog), the legs of a tiger, and tail of a snake. Because of its ability to transform into a black cloud and fly around, the Nue is reputed to bring misfortune and illness. 

5. Crocotta and Leucrotta

     The Crocotta is a combination of wolf and dog, with impossibly strong teeth and uncanny ability to lure by imitating the human voice both dogs and men into the forest in order to devour them. Its offspring, the Leucrotta, is about the size of the wild ass, with the legs of a stag, the neck, tail, and breast of a lion, the head of a badger, cloven hooves, and an enormous mouth that extends up to its ears. Instead of teeth, the Leucrotta has a horizontal blade of bone between the upper and lower jaws. Like the Crocotta, the beast's voice imitates a human laugh (kind of like a hyena). 

6. Ahuizotl

    In Aztec Mythology, its name means "water monster" in Náhuatl (on the nose). About the size of a small dog, the creature is smooth, slippery, and black, with a simian face and a monkey's prehensile fingers. At the tip of its tail is a human-shaped hand. The Ahuizotl lures its victims to the water's edge by imitating a fish and then grabs the person with the hand at the end of its tail to pull him or her into the depths. Three days later the victim's body floats to the surface, unblemished but missing its eyes, teeth, and nails. When the Ahuizotl was unable to catch and drown a victim, it had been heard to cry like a baby. 

7. Ningyo

    A Japanese mermaid-like creature. Ancient texts describe it as having a mouth like a monkey, shining golden scales, a voice like a flute, and a human face. Eating a Ningyo confers immortality. 

8. Yawkyawk

   Indigenous Australian people honor a female water spirit. These creatures often look like mermaids, young women with fishtails and long green hair seaweed or algae. Yawkyawks are fertility spirits. If a woman walks by a water hole inhabited by Yawkyawks will instantly make the woman pregnant. They also bring the rains but if angry can also bring violent storms. Yawkyawks are shape shifters sometimes becoming crocodiles, swordfish, or snakes. Sometimes Yawkyawks grow legs and walk the land at night. They even marry human men but the marriages end when the Yawkyawk returns to the water.

9. Adaro

      Malevolent merman-like sea spirits in the mythology of the Solomon Islands. Believed to embody the wicked part of a dead man's spirit, the creatures are human shape, with gills behind the ears, fins instead of feet, a shark-like dorsal fin, and a swordfish-like spear growing out of its head. Adaros live in the Sun traveling back and forth to Earth on rainbows. Such a lovely thought about a dark creature. They also travel via sun showers and water spouts. Adaros are dangerous to humans and kill by shooting people in the neck with poisonous flying fish. However, Adaros also visit men in their dreams to teach them new songs and dances.


    You can find more mythical creatures in The Mythical Creatures Bible by Brenda Rosen. 


      

Creativity & Depression

          Not all writers have depression but a lot do. I'm a writer and I deal with mild depression which is a side effect of my ADD. Before I found the right balance of life, work, and medication I was pretty much a mess. I would have these bouts of depression that lasted a week or 2. I'd lie in bed staring at the ceiling or stream my favorite shows in an attempt to get out of the hole I was sinking into. During those times I couldn't find the energy to write which made me sink deeper into depression. A lot of people don't understand what Depression is (even psychiatrists aren't sure why we have Depression or why some people have it and others don't) so they think it's just made up. But here's what I would feel while depressed...

     Depression feels like you're sinking to the bottom of a pool; sinking into darkness while watching the light dance above you. For people with a more severe case of depression it may feel worse than that like sinking into a bottomless ocean or quicksand. Either way you get a sinking feeling being dragged down by thoughts of anxiety, hopelessness, regrets (like from 10 years ago), feelings of worthlessness, and more severe suicidal thoughts. Why? No clue it's just a feeling we get. I would lie down, stare at the ceiling surrounded by shadows trying to inch closer and consume me so I can drown but I would keep sight of the light above me. Others may want the darkness to consume them just to end this feeling of being caught in-between reality and whatever fantasy you got going on. Though I found ways to escape my darkness.

      Creative people are the ones most likely to be diagnosed with depression. Could be because we see a world others can't and it makes us sad and kind of alone. Our inner world is a riot of color while in the physical world it's nothing but gray. Writers, artists, and composers of history have a corner stone on being weird and mercurial. It makes maintaining relationships hard for us (not all as some find themselves in great relationships both romantic and platonic). Some of us just let bridges fray and rot. I can go weeks without texting people. I have very few close friends (I can count them on one hand). We're neurotic, sometimes rude during a conversation, have a bit of OCD though if you look at a creative person's room you'll see chaos (but to us it's organized chaos). 

      For writers writing isn't just a hobby. Writing is something that is a part of you. I don't like to share my feelings and the only way I know how is through writing. It keeps me sane while the medication helps me concentrate long enough to write it down, organize it into a story while keeping the darkness at bay. For those who say "just get over it we all get depressed" I say "I wish I could. I honestly do. I'm trying!" Believe me, before I found the right help I would try to force a smile, grin and bear it in the hopes that it would make my depression go away. But it's chemical, which means without medication I can't just get over it. We have been able to figure some things about Depression but the rest is trying to find a balance in your life; pin-pointing the things that cause you emotional pain or people who make your depression worse (for me it's my bipolar alcoholic mother) and just cutting them loose. 

Literotica Post: Afternoon of Pleasures

I usually write the sex scenes first then add stuff later. This was a new one I had recently. 

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Dan lay on his back staring at the same ceiling he had been staring at for 3 years but the bed was different. A naked woman straddled him. She had long black hair, chestnut brown eyes and kissable lips, pale soft skin contrasting his Latin bronze. She moved her hips smiling down at him. Then she rolled her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy and sighed in bliss. 

Dan placed his hands on her moving creamy hips, her breasts like two ripe fruits ready to be eaten. Her nipples so pink and hard with arousal. The woman was so familiar but he couldn’t place her.

But just as the woman leaned down, her mouth tantalizingly close to his, he heard a faint beeping that grew louder. It became so loud that Dan’s eyes flashed open to find that it had been a dream. Damn… he was sporting a semi-hard on.

He rolled over, letting the rays of heat to warm his back. He felt the cold space beside him. Dan heard his wife, Karen, in the bathroom already getting ready for her day. He wished to go back to sleep, back to that dream. It had been a year since he and Karen had sex.

It wasn’t her fault. Karen was incredibly attractive with beautiful green eyes, soft wheat colored hair and fair skin. Daniel Ferrera himself was quite good looking with blue eyes and having Latin blood gave him an exotic look. Karen was a major publisher who had been trying to find the next George R.R. Martin and Dan was busy at this law firm. Sex just slipped under the radar. The bigger issue was that they both seemed fine with it. 

“Honey, you up yet?” Karen called out. 

“Almost,” Dan sighed. Their German Shepherd, Rocket, jumped onto the bed giving Dan his slobbery kisses. Not the good morning kiss Dan wanted. 

“Remember you’re going to meet with Evangeline Blackwood today for lunch,” Karen walked out of the bathroom wrapped tightly in her white silk kimono robe, her hair in a messy bun. She was lithe and flexible. Dan was still hard from his sex dream. If Karen was up for it he would give rip the kimono off but he knew when his wife was not up for a tussle. 

“Your new big author?” Dan rubbed his eyes trying to think of something to get himself soft. 

“She’s still on the fence about leaving her old publisher,” Karen searched her closet for an outfit. “The girl is 27 but she’s no fool. Insult the wrong people and you get blacklisted…”

Dan was barely listening after that. He breathed deeply as images of the woman faded into the gray of reality.

*****

Dan sat at the café with his coffee going over some contracts while the hustle of New York City hummed outside. A few women passing by outside gave him “Hey you” looks. He was 37 and one of the youngest partners at his firm. He was used to getting a few looks for his fancy watch and good looks. Occasionally a few women flirted with him but he was never serious. He didn’t know if it was commitment to Karen or perhaps they weren’t his type. They were always younger or older women who tried too hard.

He checked his watch. Evangeline Blackwood was supposedly the next Danielle Steel in romance novels. She sold millions of copies of her first book, The Duchess’s Secret worldwide. There was even talk of turning it into a movie and blow 50 Shades of Grey out of the water.

Dan didn’t read many novels but for research he read Miss Blackwood’s book and it wasn’t bad. Perhaps that was what made him have those dreams.

“Mr. Ferrera?”

Dan looked up and was stunned. It was the girl from his dream… not quite but now he realized why his dream woman was so familiar.

“I’m Evangeline Blackwood,” she said, her voice was a bit breathy but musical, a tenor but feminine. In one graceful movement Evangeline sat down opposite Dan, crossing one leg over the other, laying back in a seductive pose that would have seemed obvious to some but she had such poise and oozed confidence and sensuality that drew Dan in like a moth to a flame. 

“Yes… I’m Daniel Ferrera.” He gave her body a bold, sweeping gaze.

She wore a tight wrap black dress that showed a modest amount of cleavage and her curvy figure. It contrasted her pale skin that made her look younger than 27. Her long black hair was loose, draped over her shoulder while displaying one of her dangling silver earrings. Her eyes were two glittering chestnuts set in a round face with pink lips. She was something straight out of a Romance Period painting.

“Sorry I’m late,” Evangeline’s eyes had some sort of secret knowledge, her smile would outshine Mona Lisa’s. “I almost didn’t come.”

“I’m glad you did.” Dan couldn’t help but smile. 

Evangeline’s eyes were her most outstanding feature. They were bedroom eyes that Dan imagined glazed over after a night of passion twisting in the sheets. They talked about business and other things for an hour. 

Dan could feel his skin itch, urging him to touch her. Sometimes their hands were inches from each other. Dan could feel the heat of her skin so close to his own.

Evangeline tilted her head to the side whenever she asked a question and contemplated Dan’s answers. She didn’t want to miss a thing. She studied his face and gestures. Dan was afraid she would hear his heart hammering or sense his desire. 

Evangeline tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear after she giggled at a joke he made. Dan wanted so badly to do that. His fingers yearned to touch her, his mouth to taste her. What was it about this woman that awakened such lust in him?

He nestled his foot against hers. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact she seemed to pin his ankle against the table. Evangeline acted cool the entire time. She rested her head in her palm, leaning on her elbow, pulling back her foot to Dan’s dismay.

Then Evangeline said, “I still don’t know… Loretta gave me my start.”

“I’ve read over your contracts with Miss Loretta Stevens,” Dan leaned in, his hands folded on the table. “You should be getting more money. Your books are making her a profit but they’re your babies. You deserve a fair percentage of the profits.”

Evangeline tilted her head again, the sunlight catching the sheen of her dark hair, highlighting the strands into bronze, chestnut eyes glittering with curiosity. The corner of her mouth curved up as she watched Dan who felt himself flush. 

“Maybe…,” she said softly. “Your wife seems like a nice woman.”

Mentions of his wife cooled Dan. He didn’t want to talk about another woman. He should feel guilty but for some reason he didn’t. Or perhaps he just buried his guilt. 

Evangeline checked her phone, “3 o’clock already? I should be getting home. I live just around the block. Do you want to walk with me? We can talk about business further.”

“Of course,” Dan sounded more eager than he should have been. They walked closely together out of the café but never touching. Evangeline never looked his way once. She was quite calm and mature for her age. Despite their agreement to talk business they didn’t say a word. 

The other people around them melted away. They didn’t matter. Evangeline seemed to float in her graceful strides. Dan sometimes fell a bit behind though it allowed him a view of her nice round ass.

They reached her apartment building. Dan held the door open for her but Evangeline never said thank you. She only gave him her dark eyes so full of heat. They took the elevator. 2 other people were in there to Dan’s chagrin. Evangeline didn’t seem bothered at all, who pushed the button for the 10th floor. 

In fact she boldly stroked his hand with her finger. The action sent hot tingles down to Dan’s bones. He could feel his blood rushing to his groin. He was afraid that he would show his arousal to the people in the elevator. 

They stood at the back, their backs pressed against the wood paneling of the elevator. Evangeline’s posture was completely nonchalant. But Dan shifted every few minutes.

But Evangeline didn’t stop there. When other people came and went on the elevator which was torturing Dan making him sweat a little. Evangeline was touch-hungry and would not be denied. She took his hand and guided it up her black dress, only to rest it on her thigh. 

Evangeline pressed her lips together but stared straight ahead. Dan’s heart quickened as he felt himself get semi-hard created a small bulge in his slacks that he prayed to God no one would notice. This woman was driving Dan crazy with lust. He could feel the heat of her womanhood coming off in waves. He wondered if he went up further he would feel that she was wet as well. 

Evangeline sighed deeply as Dan dared to inch closer to her hot pussy. Then they finally came to her floor. Without a word Evangeline pushed Dan’s hand away to his frustration then lead him out of the elevator. 

Instead of walking together, Dan walked a few paces behind Evangeline as she searched for her keys. His pulse quickened with forbidden longing. The hallway seemed to go on forever but they finally came to her apartment door. It was a deep red, like blood, like passion. 

“Thank you for walking me home,” Evangeline unlocked the door and slightly opened it but she didn’t go in. Instead she leaned against the wall looking at Dan intently. 

“My pleasure…,” Dan said as he saw a stray strand of Evangeline’s hair fall in her face. 

Without asking Dan tucked Evangeline’s hair behind her ear. She blinked, eyes hot with desire. Perhaps it was because she was something new. Or maybe things with Karen were worse than he thought but before Dan could think of the consequences he pulled Evangeline in, hands caressing her round face and crushed her mouth with his. 

The kiss was bone-tingling, wild with passion as their tongues slicked together. He was hungry for her body and her own was only too happy to welcome him. Evangeline could feel his arousal pressed against her stomach. She led him into her apartment without breaking the kiss. Dan slammed the door behind them and Evangeline pushed him against the closed door, nibbling on his lower lip.

Dan was mad for her, mad with desire and animal longing. Evangeline seemed to read his mind as she unbuckled his pants and taking his staff in her practiced hand. She held him and knew her power which intoxicated her. Evangeline looked into Dan’s pale blue eyes as she slid her hand up and down the length of him. She watched as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. 

Evangeline slowly lowered herself then she kissed the mushroom head of his cock. She gave it a slight flick of her tongue. She licked him like a cat as she kept a firm hand on Dan’s shaft that pulsed in her gentle grip. Evangeline lingered on the tip, torturing Dan a bit longer then she took him into her mouth.

“Uuuhnnnn…,” Dan groaned as he felt Evangeline’s mouth on him, a trap of moist heat for his manhood. His body bucked as she worked his shaft. She was amazing. Thoughts of Karen dissolved as Evangeline sucked hard at his swollen member. He ached for release. 

The sight of her brown eyes dark with lust looking up at him as she worked his sinewy staff made Dan want to cum hard in her mouth. But she stopped, licking her pretty pink lips that were wrapped perfectly around his stalk a minute ago. This woman liked to tease him. With his hard cock still her hand, Evangeline led him towards her bedroom.

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Dan was still semi-hard as he lay panting beside her. Evangeline lay on her stomach watching Dan intently, sweat gleaming on her lower back, her black hair disheveled, smiling like a cat who ate the canary. 

“Okay, you’ve convinced me,” Evangeline rolled over, stretching out underneath the damp sheets, her body felt deliciously sore. “I’ll sign the papers.”

“To be honest I forgot all about that,” Dan rolled over catching Evangeline’s salty sweet lips in a sensual kiss. He caressed her round breast that fit perfectly in his palm. They were still firm and perky in the afterglow. 

Evangeline raked her fingers through Dan’s dark hair sending hot tingles through his scalp. Dan took one of her nipples into his mouth, rolling the hard nub with his teeth making Evangeline take a sharp intake of breath as her grip in his hair tightened. 

“Mr. Ferrera…”

“I think you can call me Dan,” he laughed against her neck, his mouth moved down her slender throat. 

“Dan…” Even the way she said his name was sexy. Everything about Evangeline Blackwood screamed sex. “It’s 7 o’clock. Shouldn’t you call your wife?”

Evangeline’s tone was completely serious. More business-like. 

“I’ll call her and tell her I’m held up at the office,” Dan sighed rolling onto his back as Evangeline pulled on his dress shirt. He loved it when she wore his things. He wanted to attack her again. Drag her underneath the sheets and never let her escape. 

Then his stomach grumbled. 

“Chinese?” Evangeline called from the bathroom. 

“Absolutely,” Dan rubbed his eyes awake. 

Evangeline came back, Dan’s shirt half open hiding her ample breasts. Her lips were a darker shade of pink. Dan could feel his cock throb with need. Evangeline made it to the bed in slow strides, her chestnut eyes clouded in a sexual haze.

Without a word Evangeline straddled him. The scene was familiar. Perhaps dreams come true after all.  

Her tongue slithered into Dan’s mouth as her free hand began massaging his swelling member. She quickly guided him inside of her. Slowly Evangeline rocked her hips as she continued to sensually kiss and tongue dance with her lawyer lover who placed his hands on her hips lifting her up then she guided his cock into her drizzling feminine flower.

**** 

“Your wife talked to me before our meeting,” Evangeline admitted. They sat at her dining room table, Evangeline still wearing his dress shirt and Dan was without one. She couldn’t help but admire his muscles. He wasn’t hard cut but he certainly worked out. Evangeline loved tracing circles in his firm broad chest and kissing it. 

“Oh?” Open Chinese food boxes covered the table. Outside the city was a nightlight against the black velvet night sky. 

“She told me you two had drifted apart and that if anything happened she would be okay with,” Evangeline spoke about the whole thing as if it were just another business meeting. 

“I had no idea my wife was pimping me out,” Dan took the dirty plates and placed them in the sink. Yet he found that he wasn’t surprised. He didn’t feel guilty about Evangeline because his marriage didn’t feel like a marriage anymore. 

“She doesn’t want a divorce,” Evangeline walked to the sink getting the dish soap detergent and hot water ready. Dan retreated to the table content to watch Evangeline do domestic chores in his shirt. 

“Why doesn’t Karen tell me this?”

“Hell if I know,” Evangeline shrugged with a grin. “I never intend to get married and find out how a married woman thinks.”

That comforted Dan in a sense. He wasn’t urging for a divorce either. 

“Besides,” Evangeline put on yellow rubber gloves and began washing the dishes in the soapy water. “Aren’t marriages just business contracts?”

“How does a 27 year old know so much about marriage?” Dan laughed dryly.

“I’m a writer,” Evangeline chuckled. “I should know quite a few things otherwise my writing wouldn’t make any damn sense.”

Dan stood behind Evangeline, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt. He started nuzzling her neck and inhaling her natural scent. She could hear the sound of his shallow breathing. He sent the old familiar shiver coursing through her once she felt his breath caress her neck. 

“Can at least finish some dishes before you ravage me again?” Evangeline chuckled though she was already removing her rubber gloves as a lusty feeling of warmth washed over her. 

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder making Evangeline gasp as the pain melted into pleasure. Dan’s musk aroused her making her pussy clench with urgent need to have him inside her. No scent was sexier than a man in heat.

“Leave them,” Dan’s hands moved down from her shoulders, along her arms then wandering to her waist and then her hips sending exciting signals to Eve’s pussy.

“I’m too tired now,” Evangeline lied, her body aroused by Dan’s hands that seared her flesh like a brand. His soft lips imprinted sizzling kisses on her neck making her pussy drizzle. A fire kindled in her loins and desire burned in her belly. 

“Are you?” Dan whispered hungrily into his young lover’s ear. He could already sense Evangeline yielding to his touch. Dan’s one hand moved down to her thigh, sneaking up under the shirt she wore with such comfort. Evangeline’s breath hitched when she felt her lover’s hand touching her womanhood, massaging her lightly, teasing her.

“Jesus…,” Dan whispered with a hungry growl into her soft dark hair. Her scorching heat made Dan rock hard now. Touching it. Feeling it’s warmth aroused him uncontrollably. He dipped a finger inside her hot slick folds so easily. She was so tight, her muscles clenched around his finger as Evangeline whimpered. 

She took Dan’s other hand and held it to her breast. Dan fondled Evangeline’s breast while his other hand continued to play with her pussy that was so hot, wet, and throbbing in need for him. He played with her sweet berry, fat was lust. Evangeline bit her lip whimpering for him not to stop.

Dan’s hot breath caressed Evangeline’s neck. The sound of him breathing was enough to get her hot. She rubbed herself against him. Her skin becoming electric from the friction of their bodies. She could feel Dan’s manhood iron hard pressed against her tail bone. Dan whispered, “Let me do the work.”

Evangeline turned around and pulled Dan in for a kiss, animal hunger in her big brown eyes. It was a slow tender kiss that made them both seethe, feeding the fires of lust building into a bonfire. Their kiss deepened as Evangeline rubbed Dan’s aching bulge through his slacks.

Dan groaned into Evangeline’s mouth. Evangeline tore off Dan’s shirt that was a cotton prison. She wanted to be skin to skin with him. Dan salivated at the sight of her swelling flesh. He kissed the tops of her luscious peaks.

Dan lifted Evangeline into his embrace then carried her to the dining room table. She snaked her tongue into his mouth. Her legs spread wide, Evangeline dragged her nails along Dan’s bare shoulders sending hot shivers along his spine. 

Evangeline wrapped her legs around Dan’s waist pulling him inward so she could feel his maleness pressed against her femininity. Her brown chestnut eyes burning with animal lust as Dan pulled away then gently pushed her down on the table, opening her legs wider.  

Dan smiled wolfishly. His lips brushed lightly against hers then he dragged his tongue along her neck. Evangeline bit her lower lip at the sweet sensation.

Dan made his way down, kissing the tops of Evangeline’s breasts trailing down her flat stomach, digging his tongue into her navel. He smiled as heard her giggle. He then came to that secret treasure between her thighs. She radiated heat. 

Her golden flesh glistened with her wetness and scent of her arousal was pungent. Dan pressed his lips to Evangeline’s inner thigh. She giggled as he playfully bit her. He trailed his nose down until he came to her drizzling hot feminine portal.

The heat of his breath made her mewl and moan. She bit her nails, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her other hand raked through Dan’s black hair. She felt his tongue lapping up the juices and she licked her lips in excitement. Dan loved the taste of the young author’s love nectar. 

Dan touched Evangeline’s wet hot slit, inserting his finger slowly, listening to Evangeline sigh in pleasure. He felt her muscles clamp around his finger. He pumped slowly liked a skilled torturer before stretching her wider with another finger.

Evangeline groaned as her muscles pulsated, locking and unlocking as Dan worked his fingers inside of her tight satin canal, her breathing becoming more ragged. Evangeline thought she would cum but Dan wanted revenge for earlier when she teased him with her mouth. He stopped. He felt himself grow iron hard as watched Evangeline buck her hips, moaning in protest. 

Then with a wicked smile he removed his fingers then placed his hot mouth back on her throbbing flower. Dan’s relentless tongue tantalized and teased her. Evangeline was subject to a pleasurable lashing as Dan’s experienced tongue circled her drenched bud making her tighten her grip in his dark hair. She pulled him in as he sheathed his tongue inside her, her body vibrating in response. Then he stopped, the sweet torturer, to kiss her inner thigh, listening to her haggard breathing and whimpering. 

“Oh baby…,” Evangeline gasped in ecstasy. She was at his mercy.

Dan returned to working her wet center. Finding her trigger, Dan fired off a series of short little licks and sucks. Evangeline felt raw like she was a naked wire surging with electricity as her older lover’s head lay clenched between her thighs. She arched her back as her muscles spasmed and she gave out a small cry. 

Dan held onto Evangeline’s gyrating hips as his one hand caressed her firm mound, giving it a loving squeeze. Evangeline gripped the edge of the table as a bone-tingling orgasm ripped through every part of her, from the balls of her feet to the crown of her head. 

“Damn…,” Evangeline panted as sweat beaded on her brow. Dan kissed her mound then stroked her stomach that fluttered at his touch.

“Since my wife doesn’t expect me home,” Dan pressed his hardness against Evangeline’s quivering sex. “Ready for another round?”

Evangeline smiled as she bit her finger nails, a naughty glint in her rheumy brown eyes, smiling and purring like a sex kitten.

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Writing Prompt: Hunting Mermaids

 I got this prompt from Pinterest labeled a "Deep Water Prompt". Follow my Writing Tips & Prompts board on Pinterest for more prompts.

Writing Prompt:

     Through the mist I could just make out the tip of a fin.

If you ever watched Disney’s Little Mermaid you probably think you know all about mermaids. You don’t. They’re not nice, half humans with red hair and voices like angels… an opera singer maybe but they are not angels. Real mermaids look more fish-like with smooth slippery skin and glimmering scales. Beautiful but not in a sexual way (unless you’re into that stuff). 

Hunting mermaids is a family business. Before you get all offended like those environmentalist protestors who say hunting anything is wrong, Mermaids produce a protein in their blood that can help our own bodies combat cancer. One shot of the mermaid serum and a terminally ill patient is bought another year. Some go into complete remission. Also mermaid serum can help with other health problems such as alzheimer’s disease and AIDs. 

So we don’t hunt them for sport or because we want to. I actually like the buggers even though they love to mess with fishermen, stealing our catches. We do all the work and they reap the reward? At least help herd in those schools. Mermaid Hunters are employed by the government though there are still protests about it.

No one really knows why mermaids’ protein can do this but I’m not a scientist. That’s not my job. My job is to capture a certain amount of mermaids a year while thanks to the International Ocean Wildlife Protection Act (or Mermaid Act as critics like to call it) we mermaid hunters can only hunt so many times a year. Only 4 mermaids a year. $8,000 a piece. 

We don’t know how many mermaids are left but they migrate twice a year, so we only have at least a month to hunt and capture these creatures. If you’re lucky you get your quota of 4 but like I said… hunting mermaids is hard. I’ll tell you of one hunt I had just a year ago.

It was a typical Norwegian morning in winter. Frost coated the docks in the harbor. The grey mist was thick like butter. You could only see a few feet in front of you. The sun was barely up. I held my coffee cup in my hand as my captain got the boat ready. 

I held onto the hot coffee cup for dear life wishing I could just inject the brew into my veins thinking that could jolt my senses. Once the boat was finally ready I stepped aboard the Sea Dog (yes a silly name, nothing fancy like the Lobster Queen). Then we drove the boat through the dark frigid waters of the harbor.  

To draw out the mermaids hunters have a special call. I dipped the water proof radio into the inky blackness and turned on the dummy mermaid call. It’s basically a hump back distress call. Mermaids love to help their fellow sea creatures.   

It was probably about an hour before there was a sighting. Through the mist I could just make out the tip of a fin. Chasing mermaids is about as hard as it sounds. Slippery little creatures. Suddenly I heard another splash and swear I heard a giggle. Or perhaps that was just my imagination…

“Turn the boat around,” I ordered my captain. He grumbled hating a young woman order him around. But I knew many of the captains in Norway and they knew me from when my father would take me hunting. I know a lot of my stuff. Though at the time I was still young and was prone to mistakes. 

I saw it leaving a wake in the water but it disappeared underneath our small fishing boat. I learned the hard way that hunting mermaids in a small row boat was the best way to fall in and catch pneumonia or worse be dragged down by those clammy, scaly clawed hands. That happened once. I was lucky the mermaid I was chasing was in a playful mood. Otherwise she would have held onto my leg and not let go until I stopped making bubbles. 

“Over there!”

“I can’t keep turning the boat every which way, Shannon!” my old partner cried out. “She’s not flexible like you or me. She’s just a regular boat with a motor and stiff wood.”

I was still new to the profession of hunting mermaids. They’re not like in fairytales… well in appearance anyway. Suddenly I saw her. She breached the surface looking at me with her big almond shaped eyes. They were as deep and mysterious as the ocean and as frosty blue as sea glass. Her hair was as green as seaweed, long and flowing dreamily as it was combed by the currents. Her scaly flesh gleamed in the light like diamonds. I swear she winked at me.

Then she disappeared deep into the dark blue again. 

“Shit!” You can’t out swim a mermaid. They have gills and have sleek bodies that make it easy for them to cut through the roughest currents. 

“Lost her…,” my partner groaned. 

“No, she’s just playing with us,” I said searching the waters, my eyes taking care not to miss a thing. I spent my life near the ocean. I could spot a whale or a ship in a mist and tell the difference in a heart beat. I’ve known all my life that the sea likes to play tricks.

Then I caught a head breaching and a tail splash. Straight ahead.

“Thaar she blows!” I called on my radio as quietly as I could. “Cut the engine.”

“Seriously?”

“She’s playing games with us,” I explained. “Let’s try waiting and see what she does.”

We sat in the water letting the gentle currents take us out to sea, away from the harbor. The mermaid was trying to get us out to sea where we could easily lose her. We stayed at the mouth of the harbor waiting. It was a good 30 minutes before I saw her again. She was slapping her tail on the water’s surface like a whale saying hello. In this case she was mocking us. 

I held up my hand for my captain to stay. I went to the chest below my feet and got out a shiny hand mirror. My dad taught me this trick. Mermaids love shiny objects, especially mirrors. They’re like parrots, dad used to say. This should draw her in. 

I tied the hand mirror I got from a super market to a fishing line then dropped it carefully into the dark water. I was completely still. I felt a slight tug but did nothing. After a few minutes another tug. Still I didn’t move. The third tug came a bit harder. She wanted the mirror badly enough to put herself in danger. 

I motioned for my captain to bring the crane with the net forward as I slowly danced the line in the water feeling the occasionally irritated tug. My captain pulled the lever that controlled the crane and it hummed as it craned over my position. 

My nerves were on edge. My muscles tensed every time I felt the mermaid pull harder at the mirror. I was afraid the line would break. I knew I had her on the hook… I began pulling the mirror up until I saw the mirror and her just below the surface. 

“NOW!” I cried out. The mermaid grabbed onto the mirror as the net descended. The net crashed into the water creating a big splash. Mermaids have incredible vocal chords. They can have voices like opera singers or be like screeching dolphins. The screeching is the worst part. 

This mermaid screeched so loud I thought sailors would hear her from 50 miles away. My ear drums threatened to burst. She struggled in the net, clawing and flailing about in the net. 

I was excited to have captured this mermaid but forgot that some mermaids traveled in pods. Not just with other mermaids but… It was then I heard a clicking purr… I saw a dark fin rise out of the dark water. Two more. Orcas. 

My captain didn’t need to be told to turn on the engine. My ears flooded with the roar of the motor along with the screeching of the mermaid and her whale friends. Most mermaid hunters have hearing problems when they got older. Dad had need of a hearing aid when he was 37. 

One of the Orca whales turned over to look at me. I could feel it’s anger as another caught the net and began pulling it in the other direction. I fell back onto the deck as the boat and the whales played tug of war. 

“Cut the line!” I cried as I struggled to my feet. Luckily I was born with sea legs. I could briskly walk on a boat as it was tossed without losing my balance. 

I didn’t wait for my captain to obey. Sometimes you gotta cut your catch loose or else you become the catch. I pushed the big red button that released the cable. Our boat jerked back, swaying side to side like a rubber boat in a toddler’s bath tub. 

I heard the squeaking of the Orca and the scratchy call of the mermaid. They were laughing at us. 

“That was too close…,” my captain wiped his brow. 

“Who ever said hunting mermaids was fun never hunted mermaids,” I sighed, my heart raced, hammering like a train making it up a hill. 

“Better luck next time,” my captain said. 

“Next time we try hunting her up the coast to the cove,” I said running my fingers through my blonde hair that I like to keep short. “Corner her there.”

“Not much sport in capturing them in a corner,” my captain snorted in good humor.


“No…,” I smiled. “Tomorrow morning then…”

Hunting mermaids isn't easy but it's a living.

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