Two

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By queenoftheclowns_


Song: Witch- the bird and the bee

The Witch

When I gathered the courage to pry open my curtains, nothing was there. Not even the sulfuric scent was present.

I let out a breath, the worry leaving my body with it.

I was prone to dreams. I've had them since I was little. Most were silly things like getting chased by a wild turkey or talking to my crushes. But some were not so silly.

And those dreams had always made me look over my shoulder. They had my parents concerned too. So much so that they had me talk with the coven priestess about them.

It wasn't the nature of the dreams that had them worried. It was how they seemed to foretell the future. That kind of power could not be given by any spell or potion. Much like my home, it had to be passed down.

The thing that really made everyone question my abilities was that there were no records of any past relatives of having the power of Prophets. These sorts of things don't just appear out of thin air. There had to be something to trace somewhere.

And yet there was nothing.

I scanned my yard once more, checking for shadows in broad daylight. Since the coast was clear, I deemed it safe to head into my garden for the morning.

The crisp autumn air eased more tension from my body. Relaxing my shoulders, I start pulling the few weeds that had popped up and watering my mothers old herbs.

Honey bees liked to buzz around her lavender plant. Some would land softly on my hands as I worked. I didn't mind. They kept me company during this somber time.

It felt like a memorial each time I tended her garden.

Once I finished the herbs, I moved over to the other side where I had planted all my fall and winter vegetables. Squashes and parsnips and some chard. I had plans to make the most delicious soups this season.

Not even Hell itself would stop me from getting my beloved soups.

I let my mind wander as I watered my vegetables. It wasn't until I noticed someone standing outside my gate that I returned to my place on this earth. I look up quickly, trying to hide the fear from last night.

But there was nothing to be afraid of in broad daylight.

It was James. My once boyfriend had returned home from his huge law firm gig in the big apple. I blinked.

"Hi, Cory," he said softly, his smile was just as I had remembered it. "Long time no see."

It took a moment for me to process his presence. But once I did, I dropped my hose and threw open the garden gate. I all but leaped into his arms.

"James," I squeal. "I missed you so much! How's the job? You have to tell me everything!"

"Ok! Ok," he laughed. "Geeze. I swear I'll give you all the details, but first I was thinking we could grab a coffee. My treat."

"Sorry," I laughed awkwardly. "I'm just so happy you're here. I— I think I really just needed to see you."

He flicked my nose lightly, making me scrunch my face.

"Well, here I am," he grinned.

My smile softens. His familiar presence soothed me in ways that I still never understood. Letting him go live out his dream hurt me in ways that I would never recover from.

"Here you are," I breathed, unable to tear my gaze from his warm honey eyes that seemed to swallow me whole each time I gazed into them.

We walked into town in neutral silence. The streets were well populated with Halloween decorations and pumpkins.

"They still have that fair running on the thirty-first? That thing must be running over fifty years," James mused, breaking the silence.

I sigh heavily. "Fifty-three years and counting."

He frowns. "I was gone for five years?"

"Yea," I spoke, hiding the evidence of severe longing in my voice.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Cory. I should have come to visit—"

"No. It's fine," I swallow. "You shouldn't have to be tethered to this town. Not because of me."

He shakes his head. "You shouldn't say that," he says tiredly. "You're not just some weight dragging me back here. You know that I still care about you. Don't you?"

My heart swells. "Of course I do. I still care about you too."

"It's really hard not being around you, you know," he says, looking over at me softly.

My chest ached. The decision to part ways was mostly mine. It left him hurt. But as much as he claimed I wasn't just something tying him to this place, I was. I always would be. I wouldn't leave this town.

He had the ability to leave and go out on his own. It would've been selfish of me to keep him.

"I know," I whispered.

"I tried dating after you and it didn't feel right," he laughed quietly. "In fact, it felt wrong."

Shit, James. Please just let it go.

"I know you'll get a good one," I sigh. "Just give it time."

He let out a heavy breath, chuckling softly. "Right. Time. The one thing that I don't actually have."

I snorted. "Jobs kicking your ass, huh?"
"You have no idea," he laughed.

"No hot single lawyers in your area?"

"None that aren't raging egotistical control freaks," he joked.

"Oh come on," I whined. "There has to be someone you'd like in a city filled with nearly twenty million people."

He just shrugged. "Maybe."

***

Merryweathers was quiet this afternoon. Gennevieve was casually cleaning the countertops when we walked in. Her face perked up.

"Well if my eyes aren't deceiving me, that is James Turner," she smiled. "How are you?"

"Hey, Genny," he greeted warmly. "I'm doing great. How are you?"

"I missed your latte art," she laughed.
"What? You don't like my blobs anymore," I asked, feigning a pout.

"Oh, you know I adore them. I just missed him is all," she laughed. "How's that big fancy lawyer job going? Having fun?"

James laughed awkwardly, shifting on his feet.

"It's going great. I'm just a little homesick," he sighed.

Gennevieve made us our favorite coffees and brought out some freshly made baked goods. We all sat and talked a while, laughing and smiling together.

The feeling of dread faded from within. I was happy. My two most favorite people were here with me. Nothing could ruin this.

I was blissfully unaware of what lurked beyond the sacred walls of Merryweathers. That was until my attention was snagged by a dark looking man standing at the bus stop as he leaned casually against the filled bench. His dark jeans matched his black shirt that hugged his form. His entire presence dripped malevolence.

Suddenly, the food in my stomach turned to ash. I felt sick.

"Sweetheart, are you alright," Genny asked gently. "You went so pale."

I knew they would use the two people I loved most in this world as pawns if I left them alone for even a second. I had to do something.

"I need to use the restroom," I blurted, scraping my chair backwards and hurrying towards the back. Once I was inside the bathroom, I turned on the sink. I needed some warm water to ease my panic.

Steam had begun to fog the mirror before me as the water warmed. With my hands on either side of the sink, I took deep breaths trying to think about what my next steps were.

But something was wrong.

I was alone but I could feel a body pressed against my back. I could feel large calloused hands smothering mine as they gripped the sink. My breathing stills as warm breath softly caresses the base of my neck.

Oh... my fucking hell.

I dared to look into the mirror completely covered with steam. My heart stopped dead in its tracks as I saw him.
There in the mist were eyes as black as coal, flecked with distinct speckles of gold in the depths of his irises. They stared back at me as his tongue ran up the length of my neck.

I opened my mouth, about to scream when his index finger drew upwards on my arm and placed itself over my lips. His arms were filled with tattoos.

"Shh, baby. Don't scream yet. We haven't even gotten to the fun part..."

My lungs were paralyzed as he nipped at my ear gently.

"I can't wait till I get to have a real taste of you, Coralynn," he breathed, pressing his hips forwards.

I would have shuddered if my body had the ability to do anything right then. But he had used some power of paralysis against me. I stood still, letting his hands roam my body.

One playfully slipped beneath my shirt, his touch lighter than air and hotter than hell itself. Skin burned yet no physical evidence was left as he circled my hardened nipple from over my bralette. A low hungry growl rumbled from his throat as he finally took a firm hold of that soft flesh.

"You're being such a good girl for me, baby. So obedient."

The other hand moved downwards, meeting the waistline of my high waisted jeans. His fingers slipped between my thighs, his palm cupping me firmly as they danced along that inner seam.

"Pl—please," I finally managed to croak.
The corners of his lips lifted into a deviant smile.

"Please what, Coralynn. Use your words, baby," he hummed.

Just as I was about to speak, I felt something sharp snag the hem at the apex of my legs. Then I heard sound of ripping fabric. Tears finally began to well in my eyes.

"No... don't," I begged.

"You belong to us now, baby. Body and soul. You can't run from this. And there is no hiding," he whispered breathlessly. "Might as well enjoy your fall from grace."

The moment his fingers slipped into me, my body had switched its tune. My mind was filled with disgust. But my damn body...

The sound of him feeling me from within was loud. I was regrettably soaking.

"Fuck. You're about ready to flood this place," he laughed, slipping in another finger.

There was a sound that came from me that I had never heard before. Not even James had ever drawn this sound from me. It was a mix between a moan and a whimper. It was a plea to finish me quickly.

His fingers found a steady rhythm, stretching me from the inside.

"Shit, when was the last time you've been fucked, baby? Have you been neglecting your sweet little pussy?"

My teeth dug into my inner cheek as I felt myself clench around his greedy fingers. A metallic tang ran across my tongue.
My body hadn't been able to unlearn James's touch. I had tried a couple times to release some of that sexual frustration, but to no such luck. Eventually I just gave up. Why even bother?

"Fuck you," I managed to sputter.

He let out a sharp laugh, canines glinting in the light.

"That's not very nice," he pouted, moving his hand faster. My legs trembled as I grew close to cumming on this demon's fingers.

"Oh god," I cried out, as trickles of my juices started to spill down my thighs. My entire body locked up as pleasure like I had never felt before set me ablaze.
His other hand began teasing my nipple again. The stimulation made my mind go foggy. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. I was nothing more than a vessel for my primal instinct to receive the pleasure owed to me.

My hips moved against my better judgment, pulling his fingers deeper. Through the haze I was screaming at myself to stop, to not give into this temptation, but he had unlocked a hunger inside me that needed to be fed.

"That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers," he murmured into my ear. "Fuck, I'm going to eat you whole..."

I had to grip the sink, knuckles white as paper as my legs trembled beneath me.

"Oh, god," I gasped. "I'm going to murder you all— fucking hell!"

My eyes rolled back as I succumbed to my body's pleasure. Breaths came out like whimpers as sparks ran down every nerve in my body.

"What was that," he asked curiously. "Sorry. I couldn't hear you over the sound of you being finger fucked silly."

"Fuck— you," I panted heavily.

"Oh, you will, baby. I'll make sure I give you every last inch of me."

He pressed his stiffened bulge against my lower back. I struggle to get away from his grasp, but his grip tightened, earning a pained hiss from my lips.

"Before I forget, Coralynn, I should let you know that if anyone you know finds out about us or the deal, let's just say," his voice softens as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear. Our eyes meet in the reflection. "There won't be a body to bury when we're through with them."

The heat of this interaction quickly died out, soon to be replaced by ice cold fear again.

And then he was gone.

The steam had cleared. My clothes were untouched and uncompromised.
But I felt the dampness between my thighs.

This was not real. And yet it was.

There were four demons. And this one had to be a Paralysis Demon. They hunt when you're at your most vulnerable. They are able to appear like hallucinations and leave very real physical devastation.

My thighs clenched. I could still practically feel his warm breath tickling my ear. It was a comfort to know that my spell still stood.

None of those monsters could really touch me. But this made me realize that this nightmare could only become more twisted the longer it went on.

I just had to wake up.

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