Supernatural Erotica...
"Out of the Mists," a spooky sex story by Bekkah Milton
"Good night, my love," I said as I kissed Jake on the forehead and dragged my tired body up to bed. It had been a long day. Too many phone calls, whiny coworkers with endless needs, a sore body that didn't want to cooperate...it was all catching up to me and all I wanted to do was climb into bed.
I got upstairs and turned on the hot water in the bathroom. A nice, steamy shower was exactly what I needed to wash the cares of the day away. I washed off my makeup, brushed my teeth and stepped into the shower. Instantly, my body was enveloped in steam and I began to feel my problems slink into the sewer where they belonged.
I washed my hair and added the conditioner. As I picked up the bar of soap, I felt a strange but familiar tingle down my spine. I slowly began rubbing my body with the fragrant cleanser, watching the bubbles appear on my skin like heat blisters. I ran the soap over my stomach, working it into a lather with my free hand. I gently began sudsing my breasts when
I heard a voice, whispering my name.
"Rianaaaaaaaaaaaah."
"Jake?" I said into the steam.
"Rianaaaaaaaaaaaah."
"C'mon, Jake. That's not funny... Say, why don't you climb into the shower with me? You know I can't ever reach my back..." (Not true, by the way, and he knows it - I'm extremely flexible, and the day I can't reach my back will be the day I get diagnosed with some bone deficiency disease.
"Rianaaaaaaaaaaaah."
"Okay, knock it off. You're starting to creep me out." I peeked out from around the curtain and was shocked to find only my blurry, steamed up reflection staring back at me. "Jake? Are you in the closet?"
No answer.
"Seriously, Jake, that's enough already."
"Noooooooooo.......Jaaaaaaaaaaaaake."
That's when I felt it...a soft breeze on the back of my neck, warmer than the moist air around me. The suddenness of it made me jump and I turned around to...
...nothing. No one there. My flesh erupted in goosebumbs and the "familiar tingle" ran down my spine once more, except that this time it felt more like an extremely long, extremely strong fingernail. The goose flesh became more pronounced, and again I heard my name.
The strangest part, however, was that this time I heard it whispered in my ear. Whoever said it was standing directly behind me. I whirled around and was greeted with a splash of cold water in my face...and laughter.
"Gotcha! Told you I'd get you back for that call you made in the middle of my meeting last week."
"Jake. You're an asshole. You really had me freaked out! How in the world did you manage to do all that?"
"Well. It's quite simple, really." His voice took on a mocking, lecture-y tone. "When you're as exhausted as you are, your reflexes are a little slow. I just ducked around the corner and out of sight."
I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he climbed into the shower with me.
"Seriously, babe. You have got to relax. You're tense, you're jumpy, you're cranky...I just don't know how much more I can handle. You've been such a bitch lately and it's driving me nuts."
Normally I would sock him for such a turn in conversation, but as it was, he was softly rubbing my thighs with the soap and kissing me lightly on the neck while he said it. Instantaneous forgiveness.
My head dropped back to his shoulder as his bubbly hand slipped up my thighs and began massaging my clit. I sighed deeply and he turned me around and passionately kissed me. The arousal welled up from within, and when he ran his tongue over his fingertip, I knew he wasn't tasting just water. Towel...where's the towel...
"I'll be waiting for you in bed..."
Jake exited the room, and I hurriedly washed the soap from my body and jumped out of the shower. Spotting the towel crumpled on the floor, I grabbed it and scrubbed myself dry in lightning speed.
I switched off the bathroom light and climbed into bed, a soft sigh involuntarily escaping my lips. As I rolled over and began returning the favor to Jake, I noticed something. My hand stopped mid-stroke, and my annoyance reached the peak of the day. He was asleep.
The next sigh that I released was out of sheer frustration. I rolled back over to my side of the bed and shut my eyes. Maybe I was being too much of a bitch for him. Especially since he couldn't seem to remember what the hell was happening in the twenty feet he walked from the bathroom to the bed. And I wish I could have said that this was the first time, but it wasn't. Things were definitely slowing down between us in the "carnal pleasure" department.
I rolled onto my elbow and peered across the queen-sized bed at my fiancé. Jake was resting peacefully, his chest rising and falling like a man who'd been asleep all night. Did I do something wrong? Was I really turning into such a bitch that I couldn't even keep him interested in me for longer than thirty seconds?
I climbed out of bed and threw on a pair of lacey panties and my cotton nightgown. After dressing, I crawled back into bed and continued to watch him. The familiar drowsiness began to creep up my body like ivy. I settled back into my pillow and let my mind drift off to dream land. Or so I thought...
My eyes closed, and my breathing slowed. But my heart began to race as I heard it again...
"Rianaaaaaaaaaaaah."
I awoke with a start, my eyes adjusting to the dimness. I could make out the shapes of the furniture. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at Jake.
"Very funny, asshole. Don't think you can fool me with that one, again."
He didn't stir, and his breathing was still soft, slow, and...deep.
"Jake?" I asked, reaching over and gently shaking him. He awoke, but he wasn't coherent.
"Huh? Whah? Who? Riana? Whatsamattahbabyareyasick?"
"No, sorry, honey. Go back to sleep."
What was going on? I looked around, my eyes fully adjusting to the dark at this point, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I glanced at the door, and saw that it was still shut and locked. Perhaps it was simply pure, complete, and utter exhaustion. I laid back down.
I was riding a horse through the surf of the South Pacific when I heard it again.
"Rianaaaaaaaaaaaah."
I pulled the great beast to a stop as he whinnied softly over the sound of the waves. I looked around, desperately searching for the source of the sound that was sending shivers down my spine. The beach was deserted, save for a few late-afternoon sunbathers further down the sandy stretch.
"Rianaaaaaaaaaaaah."
"Enough!" I shouted to the white-crested water. "Enough!" I cried to the shrieking gulls overhead. I clapped my hands tight over my ears and slid off my steed. I didn't look back as I ran for the dunes, but I knew it was a futile effort. The sound was inside. I felt my name as surely as I felt my heart thumping in my chest.
I collapsed on the sandy grass, and shut my eyes, tight, hoping against hope that it would be enough to rouse me from my slumber. I slowly reopened them, and cautiously peered out at the scene around me.
What I saw was real, yet complete fantasy. It was my room...there was my fiancé, laying in bed, and there was...me. I turned around and saw myself, deep in sleep, looking more relaxed than I had felt in ages. Was I still dreaming? I pinched myself.
"Ow! What the?!" It hurt! I looked around the room once more, and watched as a softly-lit, purple fog curled its way around my floor. I searched my sleeping face, hoping that it would reveal some clue to as to what was going on. I pinched myself again, and watched my sleeping face grimace in pain. Strange... I gritted my teeth and pinched myself once more. Again my face contorted, and I was convinced. Something was seriously messed up. How was this possible? Was I asleep? In a coma? Dead?! Okay. No, I couldn't be dead. See? I was still breathing. Whew. Alright. I cautiously eyed my slumbering self as another thought crept into my mind. If I could feel pain...would I be able to feel pleasure?
I gingerly began sliding my hand over my nightgown, feeling my nipples harden under the thin material, all the while watching the expression on my face. I watched a little sigh escape my parted lips, and watched in amazement as my back instinctively arched in reply. I massaged harder, and my eyes grew wide as I saw myself smile, inhale sharply, and stretch.
Suddenly I remembered the fog...and the voice. I searched the purple shadows for some explanation and I saw the fog shift. It slowly began to swirl in the northwest corner of the room. Spiraling faster and faster, the fog began to rise until it took the shape of a...what?
My mind reeled as I frantically tried to find the answer to the question of what was standing before me.
My breath caught at the sight of it, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my lips form an "O" in a silent scream.
It was a man. Or, rather, it appeared to be a man. As the tall, dark form took shape before me, the fog shifted, and the being now appeared more feminine. A shapely pair of perfect breasts grew in the mist, and as I stared, it shifted once more. Then it split. I watched on in amazement as my mind eventually came to grips with what I was actually witnessing.
I'd read about these beings before. They had gotten some bad press throughout history, especially where the church had been concerned. But I had never been one to believe everything she heard or read, so I disregarded the rumors and tried to stick to the facts before me. The main thing I understood about them was that the males tended to visit females, and vice versa. Only once had I read that the entity could explore the hidden sexuality of the victim, which would explain why there was one of each in my bedroom that night.
An Incubus and a Succubus...and they were beautiful.
I had read that these beings tended to present themselves to the "sexually deprived victim." I looked at myself and Jake sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, our clothes still on, the bed covers tucked neatly around us both. My body gave a sad sigh, and suddenly arched itself as in anticipation. I smiled and turned back to the creatures who had come to play with me.
I was amazed at their unearthly beauty. Their lore often told stories of evil, hideous demons who prey upon the weak, sucking their energy levels to feed their primal needs; Demonic beings who impregnated nuns and terrorized the Church. But these beings bore no physical similarities to what I had read.
The fog began to swirl faster as they slid through the haze, advancing upon my astral self. The heat from their breath filled the room, enveloping me in a warm mist, and any fears and apprehension fell away from my body like rain off a snake.
"Riana," she whispered, as she slid the strap of my nightgown from my shoulder.
"Who are you?" I asked, partially afraid, mostly aroused.
"Shhh," came his reply. "We do not have mortal names, since we do not exist in your physical world. The important thing is that we are here, and we are here for only you."
He laid me gently on the floor, and to my surprise, the fog was substantial enough to withstand my weight. As she gently slid the gown from my body, the fire of the awakening burned through my veins. Their primal needs were mine as well, and the lust that consumed me was as apparent as my naked body. She smiled down at me as their clothes melted away, leaving an odd scene before me. The fog distorted the way that their bodies looked, but their nipples seemed more obscured than they should have been. I glanced at my own to see them more erect than ever, yet theirs were blurry and indistinct. When she saw me looking at my own nipples, her smile broadened. She tossed her raven hair back and arched her back.
"Lick them," she whispered.
Not too keen to disobey a being like her, I followed her command. I placed my hands around her waist, and pulled myself into a semi reclining position. I glanced up into her eyes, and saw the mischievousness playing within their depths. Softly, I lowered my lips to her breast, and was amazed and delighted to feel her nipple take shape inside my hungry mouth. The harder my tongue flickered the harder her nipple became. I took her right breast in my hand, and felt my body erupt as that nipple, like the first, hardened beneath my palm.
I felt a pair of hands slide up my smooth legs, and sighed deeply as strong fingers began to play with the fringe of my panties. She lowered herself and parted her lips, and my breath caught as she pressed her body against mine. The moment our lips met, I was certain that no mere mortal could or would ever be able to fully satisfy me again.
Her mouth embraced mine with astonishing passion, while his fingers delved deeper under the lace of my panties. My body yearned for what was about to happen. As the fingers teased my lips below, the lips above were being cared for like no other. Her tongue probed the deepest recesses of my mouth, her hands caressed my breasts, and delicately hardened my already erect nipples. My body was theirs, and they took me.
I felt the hands remove themselves, and tenderly took my panties with. He slid them off my legs, and replaced them with his tongue. Amazingly enough, his tongue mimicked what hers did to my mouth. Their synchronicity flooded my body as I reached euphoria.
She held me down as his tongue continued to sweep across me. I orgasmed again and again. Just when I thought I could handle no more, she pulled herself off of me and he sat up.
Were they finished with me? Was that all that was to be of the great demonic adventure?
"No," she purred. "We've only just begun to play with you."
I looked back over to my sleeping self and watched my body writhe in pleasure as my two friends showed me what I had been missing these past few months.
She glanced over my shoulder into the shadowy mist and smirked as two more forms began to take shape from within the fog. To my delight, two more enchantresses wound their way around either side of my body as she pulled her body down mine, and settled herself with her breasts between my thighs. She smiled coyly at me, and pressed them against me, grinding her nipples against my clit. The moist trail swept across her chest as we moved faster and faster, and all the while the two women engulfed my rigid nipples in their mouths.
The girls giggled with their mouths on me. I glanced at Jake and saw the incubus busying himself with my fiancé. I wondered what Jake was going to say to me in the morning, but my curiosities were soon interrupted. The pleasure I was receiving was almost unbearable. I could hardly believe that what I was experiencing could possibly be real. Although I knew that this was in my dream, my physical body gave it away. My back arched as I climaxed once again. The devious entity lowered her head and hungrily consumed my pleasure, the three tongues of these creatures working as one to bring me to new levels of bliss.
As my body settled once more, I was a little disappointed to see our second guests disappear into the heavy mist.
I again looked over at my sleeping self. The pained look on my face surprised me. How could I experience so much pleasure and look as though I was about to die? I must have been experiencing the energy loss I had read about - it was the way in which the demons sustain themselves... Could my physical body withstand much more?
"Only one way to find out, my pet..." she smiled. "There is only one of your deepest desires left to fulfill..."
My body ached in the expectation of what was about to come...She once again situated herself above me, this time rubbing against my breasts to sustain herself until he returned to the mist.
"Riana, it is time to give you what you have always wanted..."
They smiled down at me as he positioned himself between my quivering thighs, and she turned around to face him. As she lowered her surprisingly light body down on mine, I felt her tongue once again begin to lick my clit. Softly at first, moving methodically as she spread her legs and positioned herself around my eager mouth. I had been waiting all night to experience her warm juices, and my entire body was poised, excited for the arrival. As I inhaled deeply, her soft flesh resting lightly upon my lips, I felt his hard demonic member slide easily inside me, my heart beating wildly at the amazingly perfect fit. He began to thrust in time with the gentle flicks of her tongue, and I reached around her waist and pulled her closer upon me. Her juices flowed freely, my mouth hardly able to keep up. I pressed my tongue as far as it would go inside of her, and her soft moans were like fire on my lips. His thrusts became deeper, moving faster and faster as we neared the point of our pleasure. The harder she moaned, the quicker our tongues worked over and inside each other, juices flowing like wine.
Suddenly he started to slow, sensing my approach to heaven. He smiled devilishly, moving more shallow and slowly. He retracted, slightly, giving her enough room to slip her tongue inside, patiently working us both. My muscles contracted around them, and my chest heaved in a sigh of contentment. I knew I was about to receive the most mind-blowing encounter of my life, and I could barely contain myself...I placed my hands around her breasts, groping them like they were silly-putty. She gyrated her hips in small circles, taking the pressure off of my tongue, which was quickly growing tired.
As he softly teased me with his tip, I was astonished to see the other two women had rematerialized, and were drifting softly, again to my sides. She raised her legs a fraction of an inch to allow them to once again ardently entice my nipples to euphoria.
She peered at me from over her shoulder, and gave me a small, half smile. I was a little confused, until she looked back down, and began to furiously ravage my body. My hips arched instinctively, and he plunged himself deep within, manipulating my little spot of paradise--a place no one had been able to discover before. I ferociously drank her fiendish wine, as mine began to flow. It was as though Bacchus and Aphrodite themselves had stowed their powers within me. My heart raced as I gave myself up to their carnal pleasures, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated gratification consuming me like wildfire.
As soon as she disappeared, I missed the weight of her body. I opened my eyes in time to see the mist rise off of my skin like the fog over a cool lake. Surprised, I sat up, and trailed my fingers across the inner top corner of my thigh. The moistness clung to my flesh, desperate to hang on to the most passionate night of my life. Astonished at what had just happened, I once again propped my exhausted body up onto my elbow, and looked at Jake. He, too, looked exhausted, even while he slept, all though his experience didn't appear to be enough to rouse him from his slumber.
I slid out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. I closed the door and switched on the light. My ragged but flushed reflection stared back at me, and I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing any panties. I again let my hand wander down below, and relived the passionate exchange that I had been a part of. Smiling, I shut off the light and climbed back into bed, closing my eyes and slipping away into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
"Mmm...good morning, sunshine," Jake mumbled through a sleepy haze.
I opened my eyes, for what seemed like the hundredth time, and glanced over at my fiancé.
"Hey, Baby..." I yawned. Stretching, I glanced around the lightening room, mentally inventorying anything that may be out of place. Nothing seemed to be, indicating that nothing out of place had occurred the night before. Of course, I thought, nothing would seem out of place, since nothing happened. The dream from the night before was beginning to fade, but bits and pieces clung to my drained mind like wisps of smoke on a dying fire.
"Hey, Babe. You okay? You seem kinda flushed," Jake looked only slightly concerned, as he scratched his head and walked into the bathroom.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine...What?" I was unexpectedly sidetracked, looking for my lace panties.
"That's odd," I muttered. I plopped back onto the bed and my eyes closed. In my mind, I could see a devilishly handsome man, the majority of his body hidden in mists and shadows, smile at me. He held up his hand. Dangling from his finger were my panties.
Originally published October 2006 - "Supernatural"
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