I love creatures of the night and it’s Halloween, so what better way than you give you a taste of something spooky. This is an older piece but on I adore. It combines so many of my favorite loves including vampires, ghosts, BDSM, a strong female indulging in a menage and the Ouija Board. Do you remember the game? Well, for me it’s not a game at all. I have precognative powers and I talk to ghosts. And that’s the truth… So take a taste of something terrifying and my guess is you might just sleep with the light on…
Savannah knew exactly what Tina was doing, the shameless woman. Placing her fingertips on the edge of the piece, she breathed in deeply for effect. “Fingers touching ladies.” Closing her eyes, she allowed the eerie guitar licks of Evanescence to wash over their bodies and concentrated on breathing. In. Out. Each breath became a whisper of her inner being laced with her savage cravings. “Spirits. Are you with us?”
For several seconds the game piece remained unmoving. Until it shifted to “yes”.
“Oh!” Jumping, Renee almost knocked her drink off the table. Grabbing at it frantically, she laughed. “Sorry.”
Ashley took another sip of her drink and shook her head. “Okay, which one of you moved it?”
“Ssshhh!” Tina hissed. “The spirits need quiet.”
Savannah longed to tell them what she’d learned but instead she lowered her head and concentrated. More than one spirit was hovering around them, wanting and needing to be heard. Her senses heightened since she was a child, Savannah felt a familiar tug of one who wanted her attention. “Will you speak with us?” She could tell none of the girls had anything but the tips of their fingers barely hovering over the cool piece of plastic.
All eyes were on the tiny triangle as it jerked all the way across the board before being yanked back as if by an unseen force and stopped short on the answer yes.
This time everyone remained quiet.
“Spirits. We have a need. Will you tell us which girl should be the sacred leader of a spiritual Halloween event?” Savannah lowered her voice, allowing a husky tone to surface.
“Spiritual?” Renee scoffed.
“Shhhh!” Ashley slapped Renee on the arm.
“But do you really think some spirit is going to answer that?” Renee asked through clenched teeth.
Tina leaned forward and whispered darkly. “The spirits know everything. I suggest you allow them to speak.”
Resisting the urge to laugh, Savannah brushed her hand across her forehead gathering the beads of sweat. Why the hell was she this nervous? Eyeing the game piece she placed her trembling hand back in position and exhaled slowly. Every part of body tingled in anticipation and as a barrage of sinister whispers pulsed through her brain, there was no doubt the girls were being watched carefully. What Savannah wasn’t sure of was whether the spirits surrounding them were malevolent or well wishers. Given the dull ache in her loins, instinct told her that the main presence wasn’t a spirit at all but something else entirely. A monster.
“Let’s try this again. Spirits, please show us your worthy choice of carrying out the required touching and tasting our illustrious host will ask of us on All Hallow’s Eve. The ultimate feast for body and soul.” Tina’s husky voice reverberated throughout the room carrying her ominous tone into the shadows.
“The ultimate feast?” Ashley squeaked.
“Sssshhhh!” As goose bumps danced across her arms and hear raced, the almost suffocating presence of the beast, neither alive nor dead, hovered around Savannah she could barely breathe. Struggling to maintain a normal calm, she blinked furiously as hands reached out and wrapped around her neck, squeezing until she coughed. Breathtaking sensations thrashed through her body as a dull roar echoed in her ears. And from the far reaches of time and space, she heard his voice.
Come to me. Be with me. Allow me to carry you into forever.
“Savannah, are you okay?” Renee asked, her tone filled with concern.
“Uh-huh,” Savannah could no longer focus as she concentrated on seeing his face.
A powerful boom of thunder shattered the quiet calm as a series of lightning flashes lit up the night sky in a eerie shade of electric blue.
“Fuck!” Ashley hissed as she stared out the window.
Her entire body shaking, his face flashed in front of her eyes, his gaze filled with a hint of danger. Tipping her head, Savannah licked her dry lips as a series of bubbles pulsed past her lips.
You belong to me and always have. Come to me.
“Spirits. Please tell us,” Tina whispered, stealing a glance toward the windows as a tree limb rattled the pane, scratching in an aimless pattern in the wind.
His eyes were black as coal and yet golden flecks shimmered in the dim lighting allowing Savannah to see straight into his soul. His face glowed in a pearlescent hue and as he held out his hand, beckoning to her, Savannah wanted nothing more than to go with him. Mesmerized, she couldn’t take her eyes off his stunning features and with every passing second, she became more turned on, her pussy clenching until she could tell a powerful orgasm was seconds away.
“Shit! The piece is moving. It’s really moving,” Ashley said as she trembled.
“Are you sure no one’s moving it?” Renee asked.
As if to answer, the piece shot across the board and back to the letters. The girls jerked their hands off the piece.
“Holy crap!” Renee exclaimed.
Ashley grabbed her drink, taking a huge gulp. Setting down the glass, her hand shook. “Not sure I like this.”
Tina’s voice was low and steady as she said each letter. “I…A…M…H…E…R…E. I am here. We have a live one, girls, er…a dead one. Who are you?” Suppressing giggles, she pressed her hand over her mouth.
The piece flew across the board, dancing back and forth over the yes and no.
A single bead of sweat rolled down the side of Savannah’s cheek and as her heart raced, she knew he was watching every move she made. “It’s him.”
“Him?” Ashley asked through clenched teeth.
Suddenly the peace came to a dead stop.
“Yes,” Savannah said as she leaned over the game board. “Tell them who you are.”
Crash! Bang! The storm continued to rage, slicing pellets of rain mixed with hail against the windows. As the candles flickered from unseen wind, only the sounds of Savannah’s ragged breathed could be heard above the crackles of lightning.
As the piece slowly began moving across the board, each girl remained silent.
This time Savannah read the words as they were formed and electric current danced through her system. “I…am…the…one.” Taking a sip of her drink. She almost knocked the glass to the floor. He wasn’t done. “I…am…forever.”
Renee shifted in her seat. “Male or female?”
“Male,” Savannah said softly. Constantine. I know it’s you. What do you want of me? But she already knew the answer from his haunting gaze and as a heated breath skipped across the back of her neck. She tipped her head back, longing to feel the touch of his hands, a kiss from his lips and the savage bite that would give her immortality.
“How do you know that?” Ashley demanded.
“I just do,” Savannah whispered. “And he wants me.”
Tina sat back and sighed. “Forever.” Her whisper barely audible, she nibbled on her bottom lip. “Who have you chosen?”
“What does forever mean?” Ashley blinked as she turned her gaze toward Savannah.
Savannah looked at her slowly.
The spirit moved the piece in jerky motions and immediately they all knew the spirit’s choice was Savannah. As the candles puffed out leaving them in total darkness, Savannah swallowed hard from the sensation of the tips of his fingers brushing around her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. Inhaling deeply, the scent of him, musky and all male, wafted across her nostrils and as her cunt muscles clenched open and closed, she winced. Every part of her shaking as perspiration trickled down her back she swayed back and forth as Constantine’s hands moved into her dress, cupping her breasts.
“Shit! How did the damn candles go out?” Scrambling to her feet, Renee moved toward the bank of candles on the mantle.
Biting back a moan, Savannah shivered as Constantine’s fingers pinched her nipples, twisting the tender flesh until a slice of anguish rushed into her pussy. As she tried to focus on what the others were doing, a wave of pleasure washed over her and she was unable to hold back the tidal wave. The second the climax pulsed from deep inside her cunt, sending a serious of electric shocks skittering down the length of her body, a single moan escaped past her lips. “Oooohhhh…”
Ashley jerked her head in Savannah’s direction, grabbing Savannah’s hand at the same time. “Shit girl! Are you okay? You’re freezing to death.”
Savannah Lily was bored with her everyday life and hungered to spice up her life. Her job as a fashion consultant left her little time for a social life so when her three best friends suggested a game using the Ouija Board and a naughty dare, she initially scoffed until she heard about the prize. She’d dabbled with the occult since her childhood, curious about all things that went bump in the night and Halloween was fast approaching. Hungry for one man who filled her every night with sinful visions, winning the prize just might help her achieve her ultimate fantasy, immortality.
Constantine Avion was considered by many to be a warlock specializing in the extreme torture of men and women. Some said he held the key of life and death in his hands and he was rumored to have a male lover. Feared by everyone that knew him, his secret club catered to the darker side of sex infused with magic. Entrance by invitation only, few were selected to go behind the hallowed doors.
For some reason Raging Shadows was having a Halloween party open to the public in groups of four or more. The only catch? One member of each party would be required to perform an act of seduction or kink if requested with no questions asked and Constantine determined how the game was played. As the night fast approached, Savannah was determined to entice the man some called a monster. Unfortunately she didn’t understand his level of power and his desperate needs until one night reminded her she was very much alive. Would Savannah decide to succumb to the man of her dreams and give up her soul or was there a darker power working against the tortured lovers?
What do you think – can you believe?