The Guardians Pt. 01 - Apprentice

Have you ever noticed that a birthday is just another day? The sun comes up, you go to work, school or varsity, you come home, eat supper and go to bed after sun down. Nothing really special, just another day possibly a party gets thrown in. At least birthdays did not change me in the least until my eighteenth birthday. I was physically and mentally unchanged from one day to the next.

On my eighteenth birthday the sun came up as usual but that is pretty much where normality ended. What was different? Well for starters I could feel the house and the people in it.

My mother was in bed reading the news on her phone as normal but she felt tense. Like a bow pulled to its furthest extent. She literally thrummed with tension.

My aunt Cecilia and her new husband Mike were awake, in bed and fooling around with each other.

The two cats were sunning themselves in the front window of the house.

A jogger ran past relaxed and enjoying the exercise of running.

My world was suddenly noisy, busy and intrusive.

You are going to have to learn to blot it all out. says a soft voice in my head.

"That's no lie!" I say to myself wondering about the soft voice.

And try not to verbalize your conversations with me. the voice replies.

"I am hearing voices!" I say out loud.

The voice in my head is silenced by Cecilia being roundly fucked by Kyle. She isn't saying anything but her arousal shouts louder than anything or anyone else in the house.

"Fuck!" I say very softly to myself remembering the advice of my internal voice.

Better! Not perfect but better. comments the internal voice.

Kyle and Cecilia come to a mind-blowingly huge orgasm together and then lapse into gentle loving murmurs.

"Cummon! Get up you lazy bones! Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can stay in bed all day." Mom sounding more balanced and relaxed than minutes earlier.

Having mentally eavesdropped on Cecilia and Kyle I have to relieve my own tensions rapidly by hand before heading to the kitchen.

The next difference is looking at myself on the mirror. When I first look all is as expected but the next time I look my face resembles one of those weird drawings you see in Medieval prayer books.

"Fuck!" I say horrified.

Get control of your face. Your Mom will not be predictable if she sees you like that.

"I am not" I say quite rationally but softly "feeling all that predictable myself after seeing that face in the mirror."

The voice does not respond.

Ten minutes later I meet Mom in the kitchen. The moment I walk in the room I can feel her tense up.

"Bowstring time." I say to myself softly but not softly enough.

"Bowstring?" Mom asks.

"Yes. You are incredibly tense. Like a bowstring."

She swings around to face me.

"You are changing." she says flatly.

I don't respond because? Well because I know it is true.

She stares at me fixedly then:

"Your face." she says "Show me your face!"

"You can see it Mom."

"Don't mess with me. You are now eighteen and you must have seen you face already this morning. "

"Mom!" I say trying to avoid showing my other face.

"Don't you Mom me!" she growls at me "Show me!"

I feel the change happening without my doing anything.

The effect on my Mom is crazy. Her eyes widen, her hands fly up to her mouth and her cheeks blush bright red.

"Is he dead?" she asks.

"Who?"

"Your father! Is Paul dead?"

I am just about to say that I don't know when the soft voice whispers No. He is still alive and like a puppet I repeat the news.

"Oh! Is he coming to see you?" Mom says with what sounds like desperate hope.

"No." I say prompted by my internal voice.

"Oh." is all she says and turns away to look out the window, her shoulders sagging the very picture of dejection.

I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her as she weeps. And in that action I come to realise two things. One is that in comforting my mother I have rapidly become an adult. The other is that she is somehow seriously aroused by seeing my face.

We stay locked together for a while until she stops weeping, then she breaks free of me.

"Go to varsity, You are going to be late." she says.

"You need me to stay home today?" I ask, concerned for her.

"No. Definitely not. That would not be a good idea." she says firmly.

She takes a deep breath stares hard at me.

"Leave now!" she says vehemently.

I leave immediately as instructed, confused and, to be quite honest hurt.

She became very aroused by your fathers other face so she is terrified of the effect your face may have on her. my internal voice remarks.

"Now, that is scary." I murmur. My internal voice does not respond.

I am late for the first lecture but so is the lecturer so nothing is lost. I scan the lecture theatre as I wait for the lecturer, greeting friends and acquaintances when our eyes meet.

I note that Amy the class beauty is sitting alone nearby.

Practically every single male and even some females have tried to strike up a conversation with Amy to absolutely no avail.

Equally invitations to the class Halloween party have been rejected out of hand and the invitation brush offs have been consistently icy.

I have not tried to talk to her or invite her to the party and have no intention of trying, I know my limitations.

The only person she has consistently interacted with is Judy who keeps everyone at arms length as well.

It is just after the lecturer arrives and starts arranging his notes that my internal voice says Go sit next to Amy and invite her to the Halloween party.

"Are you fucking mad?" I murmur to myself.

Dead serious. Go do it. This is what you were bred for.

And so I somehow I find myself sitting next to Amy without putting up a fight. Amy of course looks at me as if I am something she has just scraped off her shoe.

"What?" she snarls and then looks directly at me. I feel my face change to the one that shook my Mom so badly.

"Oh!" she says, her eyes widen and her cheeks flush - just like my Mom except unlike my Mom her nipples stand out like organ stops as well.

"Will you go to the Halloween party with me?" I ask not quite sure where that idea had come from and expecting a brisk put down like everyone else so I hold my breath.

"Yes, Of course I will. I'd love to go with you." she says looking surprised.

"Will you two shut up!" the lecturer says looking at us.

"Sorry." we chorus and to my complete surprise Amy laughs softly.

"You awful man." she says, looking directly at me "You do realise that you are going to have to make it up to me after class with a brisk fuck. I do so hope you have a decent sized cock."

She puts her hand on my thigh causing the rapid growth of my cock. She gives it a gentle stroke.

"Yes. Decent sized and quite nice and hard." she says.

After the lecture we find an empty biology lab and have a rapid, impromptu fuck on a table.

As we part she kisses me on the mouth.

"Saturday night's party," she says "Come hard, come hungry!" and she leaves me standing there with my mouth hanging open.

Saturday night is Halloween night and I pick Amy up at her home. She is dressed as a very sexy fairy in gossamer like clothing that exposes more than it even tries to hide.

I manage to avoid laying a hand on her on the way to the party and when we arrive I feel like a thousand eyes are tracking our every move.

Judy arrives a little after us dressed as a very conservative witch and greets Amy and I.

"I don't really like fancy dress but Rick here talked me into coming and dressing up for the party." Judy says.

Rick is a tall, powerful guy dressed up as a troll. He nods to both of us but says nothing. Somehow I get this terrible feeling about him, a mixture of dread and awe coming from the aura that radiates from him. He just feels completely bad and Judy feels completely blank, as if she just isn't there. I am glad when they walk away leaving Amy and I to dance and flirt dangerously.

I am just starting to wonder if I can escort Amy out of the party to some quiet, discreet place where I can tear her filmy clothing off and fuck her senseless when she says;

"What happened to Judy?"

She is in one of those bedrooms down the corridor. You need to move fast to rescue her. my internal voice is now not so gentle, it is insistent.

"Maybe she is in one of the bedrooms with Rick." I say relying on my internal voice.

"I don't think that she should be alone with that man." Amy says quietly.

"Agreed! Let's go find her then. Break up the party." I say not feeling very confident about the outcome of breaking up the party without causing a major ruckus.

I stride off down the corridor with Amy following me. We try doors as we go.

The first one is partially open and someone very vocal is in there but it is definitely not Judy.

The second door, we can hear voices.

"Not Judy." Amy says firmly, moving on.

The third door is locked and we can plainly hear aggressive sounds from Rick and a lot of unhappy sounds from Judy.

Without prompting, I lay my hand on the lock and say 'OPEN' firmly and authoritatively.

And blow me down if the lock does not unlock and the door partially opens so I push the door fully open.

The room is dark and it smells bad, it also feels bad to my newly acquired senses.

It vibrates with something nasty and undefined. I flick on the light switch and we find Judy floating above the bed. I have to look twice to confirm that she is actually floating above the bed.

Rick meanwhipe is running his hands over Jidy's body and each of Rick's gestures causes her to whimper, sometimes softly, sometimes loudly, but never happily.

"Leave her alone you bastard!" Amy shouts.

Rick turns, looks at us, makes a sudden gesture and Amy freezes as if turned into a statue.

"I will play wit you later Amy dear. And you!" Rick says.

And then gestures at me. "You can fuck off."

I feel my face change fast and then all sorts of things happen to my body.

Quietly, coldly and in a voice I have never before heard come out of my mouth, I say.

"Amy. Down! Slowly. Gently." and she sinks down onto the bed.

I look at Rick, who has suddenly lost some of that cocky attitude he had when we met and I see that what he allowed us to see of himself was nothing compared to what he was hiding.

"Ooh. Nasty!" I say trying to sound confident.

"You have no power!" Rick snarls at me. "Young stripling." and I have this terrible feeling he may just be right and my confidence rapidly starts to wane.

"He is not alone." says a voice from behind me.

The voice sounds awfully like mine.

"Rick." the voice says "You can go easily or painfully. Choose!"

"Fuck you." says Rick but even as he says this he starts to fade and in seconds he is gone.

I draw a deep breath, turn around and look into a face much like that which I had seen in the mirror on my birthday.

"Paul?" I ask carefully. "Or is that Father?"

The being opposite me smiles.

"Paul is just fine." he says. "I am now going to fade away gracefully while you sort the ladies out. Just unfreeze them and leave them lying next to each other on the bed. Leave them there and lock the door behind you."

I unfreeze them and I make to leave them as they start to stir on the bed. As I turn to leave I hesitate.

"Amy." I say "Unlock the door exactly as you saw me unlock it. Hand on the lock and say 'OPEN'."

Good man. I did wonder if you would think of that. whispers my internal voice. Paul is waiting for you at Lou's Taverna.

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Lou's Taverna is a late night pub where there are lots of dark corners and a lot of privacy. It is definitely not a pick-up joint.

When I walk in the barman nods to me in greeting. I look around and find my Father sitting in one of those dark corners so I grab a beer and join him.

"You did well this evening." he says.

"I kinda lost confidence at the end and nearly lost it. I could have lost Judy and possibly Amy if you hadn't stepped in." I say ruefully.

"We dropped you in at the deep end to see how you'd handle the pressure and you did better than expected. You were decisive, strong and compassionate. The creature who called himself Rick was very dangerous and that's why I put a stop to the battle before he pushed you too far."

"Thank you, but you need to explain what happened."

"Rick was trying to force a hole in the Veil between this world and his so he needed to be stopped."

"Veil?" I asked.

"It is the boundary between the Shadow Lands and this world. It keeps the bad folk of the Shadow Lands out of this world. It gets thin and vulnerable at Halloween so it is always under attack at Halloween."

"Where do I fit in?" I ask.

"You are a direct descendant of one of the Veil Guardians. You inherited the job from me just as I inherited the job from my father."

He patted me on the shoulder.

"You will learn and you will be good at it."

"Are you retiring?"

"No. I may never retire unless something or someone retires me."

"And the face thing? I freaked Mom out with the face change."

"You whole body changes, not just your face but it is your face that is most obvious."

"You going to see Mom? She misses you."

He hesitates.

"I will stay out of the house tonight. Give you two some privacy."

He just nods and walks away leaving me to stare into my beer and wonder where I am going to sleep tonight.

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"Irene," I say to myself. She is Mom's best buddy and I did a computer job for her so I have her number.

A quick text to Irene seems indicated.

Me > Hi Irene, Mike here.

Irene > Hi Mike. What can I do for you.

Me > Paul, my father has just appeared and may be sleeping over at Mom's home tonight.

Irene > Lucky bitch. He is super sexy.

Me > I said I would be discreet and not go home tonight.

Irene > And you want to come over and sleep with me. Sorry sleep at my house?

Me > Which ever suits you best.

Irene > Lucky me. Come on over!

She opens the door to me and being the randy 18 going on 19 year old that I am I do the face thing on her, her eyes widen and very quickly she has my cock in her hot wet pussy.

We spend the rest of night making her bed springs creak.

Being a Veil Guardian seems to have its benefits I think to myself as Irene rides my ever hard cock for the third or fourth time just before daybreak.

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It is Monday morning and I am in the canteen having a late breakfast. I am also trying to understand a paragraph by the French philosopher, Jacques Derrida and I am finally starting to understand the text when Amy and Judy arrive at my table.

"It is not polite to out people without their consent." Amy says with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Out you? Nothing to do with me. I just left you two asleep on a bed."

"In a room with a locked door that only Amy could open?" Judy asks.

"What adults do behind closed doors is their business entirely!" I say hoping that will get me off the hook.

It would seem that it does because they burst out laughing.

"You locked the door and gave me the key so Judy couldn't escape which meant that you left me with a wonderful opportunity." says Amy.

"She took advantage of little innocent me." says Judy happily.

"I didn't hear you object a lot." says Amy which causes Judy to blush.

They look at me and then walk away hand in hand.

"Call me a match maker!" I say to myself.

I am just starting in on Derrida again when Giles, the local bully arrives. He is not well blessed with brains and is only at the varsity because he is on a sports bursary. To make up for his lack of intellectual capabilities he throws his not inconsiderable weight around.

"You are at my table!" he says "Move!"

I look at him and let my face do the work. His eyes go all round and wide. He stands there for a few seconds more shifting from foot to foot before hurrying away.

I go back to my breakfast and continue trying to make sense of that Frenchman.

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead -- a dead parent, for example -- can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts. Jacques Derrida.

Maybe I should change courses I think vaguely to myself. Or maybe go looking for a problem with the Veil.

Well if you feel that way we have an interesting situation in progress in France. Maybe you can find a post structuralist who can explain Derrida to you while you are there. my internal voice murmurs to me.

"Anything but this." I murmur, but I do not get an immediate reply.

It is right in the middle of a long, tedious lecture on the Heritage Act describing 'the statutory requirements for the erection of multi-storey buildings on archaeologically sensitive sites' when my internal voice interrupts my wandering mind.

There's a plane ticket for Paris waiting for you at customer services.

"I need a passport for France and some money."

All covered. Just go to customer services and pick up an envelope in your name there. Emile Le Roux will meet you in Paris.

"When is the flight?"

Two hours time, so you'd better get moving.

"But!" I say and get No buts just go. in reply.

Which is how I find myself hurtling down a narrow rural lane somewhere in France in an ancient and decrepit car, driven recklessly by a scrawny, grey headed man whose only words to me so far have been:

"No luggage? Good. Saves time."

He does however have a fine collection of insults for other drivers, cyclists and random livestock all of whom he manages to avoid hitting by nano metres.

Four hours after hastily excusing myself from the Heritage Act lecture I am standing outside a large, ramshackle château that looks as if it had had its last paint job before the French revolution and that a major battle had been fought in and around it soon thereafter.

Go in. They are waiting for you. says my voice helpfully.

"I don't speak French."

Don't worry. You won't need it. is all that my loquacious guide has to offer.

Needless to say I do worry. Until I walk in the front door that is, then the word 'worry' takes on a new meaning that could easily be confused with 'terror'.

I find myself in a huge room that seems to stretch forever in both directions. The far wall is a greyish colour and it shimmers and ripples.

The room stinks of fear and something much like I experienced in the room where I had met and defeated Rick during the Halloween party. I had labelled that feeling then as Veil Magic but now I suspect it needs a more definitive label, like "Oh, Shit! Lets get out of here" or maybe something a little shorter.

The grey shimmering wall has a large crack in it and some ugly noises are emanating from the crack.

I am so distracted by the Veil that I don't notice the man standing in front of the crack so I jump when he speaks.

"Welcome English. You arrived just in time I think."

"I hope I am in time. That crack does not look good to me."

"You Paul's son?"

"Yes."

"Good. We need your strength."

"How do you know I have any strength at all? At least anything you can use." I ask.

"You got it from Paul. I can feel it."

He pauses and looks at the crack again

"They can too. They went quiet when you walked in."

"What do you need me to do?" I ask.

"Easy. Just close the crack."

Easy? Says to me. I am now officially terrified. I was just about to say something like How? when it strikes me that if I could open locks by saying 'OPEN' I could very possibly close a crack by saying 'CLOSE' firmly enough.

"CLOSE!" I say and nothing happened.

"Again!" says my companion patiently.

Irritated but more embarrassed by my failure to close the crack than anything else I do the face change thing and find to my surprise that the rest of my body 'changes' in peculiar ways. I feel currents of power surging through me so that when I open my mouth the word CLOSE is completely different from the word I had spoken earlier. It had grown spurs, spikes and an irresistible force.

"CLOSE!" I shout and for a split second there is a stunned silence in the room and then the crack closes with a loud snap. The Veil itself shimmers once more and then disappears leaving us facing a cracked wall with a lot of the plaster falling off.

The wall is covered in a wild profusion of graffiti, the most recent of which are Satanic symbols.

"Fuck! There was no need to shout." my companion says with a laugh.

"I don't know my own strength." I say carefully "Maybe a bit of practice is needed?"

I get a laugh for that comment.

"Maybe a bit of control might be advisable in future but damn, it worked magnificently. Well done. The name is George by the way."

"Mike!" I say and we shake hands and I am amused by the formality of our introductions.

He listens for a moment "And shut them up too." he adds.

He is right. There is silence in the room which has shrunk back to its normal proportions but more importantly it has lost its terrible air.

I look at the wall and its graffiti.

"What happened here?" I ask.

"Some kids playing at Satanism, witchcraft or something like that."

He shakes his head.

"One of them obviously found a real, genuine incantation to summon a demon and then managed to do all the right things or maybe just enough of the right things to create enough of a foothold for some random demon to breach the Veil."

I shake my head.

"That must have terrified them. I hope that they are OK."

"They probably ran away when things started to happen." George says "I know I would have."

"Me too!" I say fervently.

I look around and remember my studies which makes my heart sink.

"Home and back to Jacques Derrida." I say regretfully.

"What? The guy who says words don't mean anything?"

I nod sadly.

" Yes. Him."

"Come on young Paul. A good French lunch will give you courage and understanding to dare reading French philosophers!"

We head for the door but as we get there a young woman arrives.

"Please help me. My brother Phillipe!" she says desperately. "The priest says he cannot help but if I came here you would be here and that you might be able to help him."

Now, I know that she is speaking French but I understand her perfectly.

"Where is he?" George asks.

"At Mama Soutine's house."

"Come. Lead us there." George says to her.

"Mr Derrida will just have to wait. As well as that good French lunch!" he says to me.

We find Phillipe lying on the floor surrounded by candles and herbs. He is twitching and writhing and mumbling incoherently. Mama Soutine a rather lovely thirty something red head is kneeling at his head apparently praying for him.

"Please do something for him!" the young woman says sounding desperate.

I am about to probe into Phillipe's mind when my internal voice, barely audible says Arthur Which stops me.

"Arthur?" I ask softly.

"No! No! He is Phillipe!" the young woman says.

Margawse whispers the voice almost obliterated by the young woman's pleas.

Mordred whispers my internal voice.

The two strange names Mordred and Margawse are vaguely familiar and so I pause, waiting for more from my internal voice. Nothing. Just silence which is scary as it has been guiding me gently each time things got tough and now when things are looking really tough it is silent.

I search my memory for those names.

Suddenly Ms Jones the the English Lit teacher comes to mind. I always admired her rather shapely breasts but that is not a useful insight right now.

I take a deep breath and ignore the uproar around me. Then my memory delivers, big time.

"Le morte Darthur" it whispers. Then "Mallory".

A poem about King Arthur? I wonder, confused until the names start to make sense: Mordred is king Arthur's son by Margawse, Arthur's sister. Mordred is thus a child of an incestuous relationship and the son who destroys his father but it is Margawse a woman who causes Arthur's downfall.

I probe lightly and carefully around the mind of Phillipe and find darkness. His mind is a dangerous place where strange shapes and thoughts drift haphazardly across a bleak horizon.

I withdraw quickly before I am detected.

I carefully probe Mama Soutine's mind and find nothing. A blank space. She is not there. Not present, in limbo it would seem. Just as I start to withdraw a woman's voice whispers Beware! Beware! Flee! and then falls silent.

I withdraw quickly, take a deep breath and then probe the young woman's mind.

It is clear and bright but also troubled, unstable and terrified. I look carefully, surreptitiously and I find the trap. I find the demon lurking in the shadows and in finding it I expose myself.

The young woman's mind erupts. It is no longer bright and clear. Now darkness swirls around me, tendrils cold and intrusive attack my mind. I try to withdraw but the tendrils hold tight and I feel my mind darkening with evil thoughts and images that rise up to taunt me. I begin to fade.

FIGHT! screams my internal voice suddenly alive and commanding.

RESIST! it screams again and I obey, mindlessly at first, just terror driven resistance.

At first nothing happens and the cold darkness persists. And then slowly the probing tendrils stop and finally start to withdraw.

I feel a hand on mine. George! His power awakens mine, I feel my body responding to the contact and I start to push back.

Slowly at first but soon the intrusion is being pushed back. The demon tries to counter attack but I am angry now.

"STOP!" I scream and the counter attack falters, the demon retreats.

"OUT!" I say my power growing, warming me. Then a hand takes my other hand. Female this time. Mama Soutine is now with me.

"OUT!" I say again. The demon moves but slowly.

"Now is not the time for control." says George. I am not sure how he manages to sound amused despite the danger we are in but he does.

I dig into my fading resources, scraping every scrap of power I can find into a ball of fury.

I feel George and Mama Soutine feeding power into me and in fury, desperation and terror I scream 'OUT! OUT! OUT!" and as my consciousness fades the demon disintegrates in a shower of ugly black sparks.

"I have come back! Come back! You are defeated!" the demon whispers in my ear and I have nothing to fight back with. I am empty, exhausted and terrified.

"No! No! Stop." I say but the demon just laughs.

The demon grabs me by the shoulder, shaking me. I try to fight back but I am weak, finished.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's only a dream. You won."

Mama Soutine's voice. "You are dreaming. It is over. The demon is gone you destroyed it."

Carefully I open my eyes to find myself staring into a pair of beautiful violet eyes and Mama Soutine's face which is lit by the soft orange of sunset smiles.

"Thank you." I manage to say.

"No. Thank you. You saved Phillipe and Suzette from that creature."

"A close run thing. You and George pulled us through." I say regretfully.

"Phuff! You did it all we just supported you. Without your strength it would have gone the other way. I was already captured when you arrived." Mama Soutine says.

She leans forward and kisses me on the mouth.

"And you have no idea how sexy it is to be so close to such power."

Her hand strays down and strokes my irrepressible cock. Suddenly I am hugely aroused despite the horrible nightmare that Mama Soutine had dragged me out of.

I drag her onto the bed, flip her skirts up exposing a plump, hairy pussy and, with no hesitation or invitation for that matter I thrust into her. Five strokes and I am already losing control and by the tenth stroke I lose control entirely, pumping what feels like a litre of semen into her.

She smiles up at me as I stop cumming.

"You needed that more than I did. Those English women are obviously not taking adequate care of you." she says rolling us over, re-energising my cock and then riding us to a slightly less frantic climax.

I stay in France for another day and George takes Mama Soutine and I for the French lunch he had been talking about.

That afternoon we drank far too much Beaujolais Nouveau wine.

"You cannot come to France at this time of the year and not drink Beaujolais Nouveau." George says.

Apparently Beaujolais Nouveau is a wine that must be drunk three weeks after fermentation. No cellar maturation here, just alcoholic grape juice which sounds crazy but tastes just great.

After lunch Mama Soutine and I retire to her bed and we spend the rest of the day recuperating as she puts it.

"Don't be a stranger!" she says before I leave "And do please stop calling me Mama Soutine, my name is Madeleine."

"Calling me Mama Soutine does sound very silly especially when you are pumping oceans of cum inside me."

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Moonlight filters through the window of my room indicating that it is well past midnight.

Sleepily I look around to see what has disturbed me which causes a double take because sitting at the foot of my bed is a female figure.

Now I am not averse to women on my bed but I do like to invite them into my room and I know for a fairly reasonable fact I did not invite this woman in.

"Hello." I say cautiously.

"Hello Mike. You maybe don't remember me. I am Suzette." she pauses for a moment. "from France. Remember?"

"Yes. Suzette. I do. I didn't expect you to arrive here."

I think about it for a moment.

"At night." I add.

"Mama Soutine said you would not mind."

"No problem. What can I do for you?" I ask.

"I have come to say thank you to you."

"Thank you?" I ask cautiously because both Suzette and Phillipe had stayed well clear of me after my clash with the demon.

"They are embarrassed and frightened. You will never see them again. And they will stay well clear of the occult." Mama Soutine had said.

"The demon you chased out of me." says Suzette "He marked me. Across my breasts. Do you want to see? To touch my breasts? I dream of you touching me at night. I awake my pussy all ready for you to mount me but you are not there and I must perforce touch myself. Won't you please take me? I need you!"

She crawls towards me offering her breasts to me.

"Mama Soutine says that you will help me get rid of this mark and my desire for you."

She rears up on the bed now fully naked. She has a naked pussy that is already engorged and I can see pussy juice oozing out of her. In the moonlight she is incredibly sexy and I get a monster erection. I just want to slide my cock into her. The temptation is immense.

Careful! my internal voice warns. Look very, very carefully

And being the randy fool that I am I start to reach for those luscious breasts.. I want to taste them, fondle them and fuck her.

Succubus my internal voice says urgently. Look very, very carefully.

And having lived with the voice long enough and learned to trust it and despite my urge to bang Suzette I do the face thing and that allows me to look at her

through different lenses. Immediately I see her turn into a creation of swirling, grey mist shot through with red.

"Oh. Please! That the best you can do? A fake? A badly constructed succubus?" I say.

"No! It's me! Suzette!" she says.

I take a deep breath and blow hard at the succubus which swirls into chaos and disappears.

"Good bye!" I say and go back to sleep but not before relieving the tension the succubus had created in me.