Synopsis: Sheila introduces Sarauk to the Demon Bel-Har-Kel.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 13: Sharing with a new friend

 

Sarauk had made it back to Janet's by mid-morning, not long before Janet and Jenny left to go shopping one more time before leaving for City Bluffs. She was tired and sore, and felt she'd rather get a little more sleep than to accompany the two power shoppers, though she was very tempted. Late in the afternoon the three of them enjoyed an early dinner. They were all burned out from all the Holiday activities, and that evening they decided to stay in. They had a drink, but it was nothing like the clubs. They sat in the lounge sipping margaritas and relaxing. Around ten they were bored with one another's company, and decided to call it a night.

The next morning, after Jenny had left for City Bluffs Janet called to tell Sheila her niece was on her way and for her not to worry, then another short discussion, she then handed Sarauk the phone. "It's Sheila," she told her unnecessarily.

"Hi Sheila. What's up?" She was making great progress in the use of American Idioms.

"Do you want to go clubbing with me tonight? The woman with long, curly red hair asked without preamble.

"We had a good time together," Sarauk blurted as she suddenly felt her insides spasm as she remembered that mammoth dildo. Her soft hand felt damp with sudden perspiration and her sex damp with lubrication.

"I thought perhaps you'd like to join me tonight. I need my seatbelt checked again?" she joked.

"Yes, mine needs a hook up as well," she said smiling at the phone. "But I thought you were to be in Providence or someplace like that?"

"I was, but we licked the problem and I was able to get back sooner than I thought."

"Was it tasty?" the Egyptian deadpanned into the phone.

The woman on the other end laughed, and then asked, "Our night got pretty crazy, didn't it?"

"Yeah, it did," was all the younger witch could think of to say. It had been all that and a lot more, but nothing to rehash on a phone.

"Meet me at Bernie's Bayou Blue tonight," she said. "I'll buy you a drink." It was quite difficult for her to talk as Bel-Har-Kel was behind her, teasing her anus with his penis. Of all the things he had her do, taking him back there was the most degrading. As well as the most thrilling! It was degrading because she loved it so much she had actually come to beg for it. He had demanded she call Sarauk, wanting them both in a bed.

"What time?"

*****OoooO*****

A few minutes after seven Sarauk found herself sitting in a round, corner booth in the bar with Sheila. She was older than Sarauk, who knew she was her late forties but she looked twenty. More surprising was that tonight Sheila was very tan, and her skin looked like it had seen a lot of the sun. She had dark red hair with burnished gold highlights in it. Her bright green eyes stood out against her darkened complexion. Tonight she also had nicely manicured nails and a gaudy ring on her wedding ring finger. She sat close to her friend Sarauk and had one arm around her shoulders as they made small talk.

"You want to do it again?" she asked.

"What?" she asked a little slowly.

"What we did the other night."

"What part?" the young witch asked. She wasn't sure if she meant being with the guys or the later part in her bedroom.

"What part did you like?" she asked.

"I liked all of it," she said honestly, without trying to be too vague. "But..."

"Bel-Har-Kel!" she suddenly enthused. "Over here."

"How's it going?" Bel-Har-Kel asked after he walked over to their table.

"Good," Sheila answered. "Do you know Sarauk?"

"I've not had that pleasure, as yet," he smiled at Sarauk and then took her hand and gently pressed his lips to the back. The way he said that, as well as his gaze told her exactly how he wanted to 'know' her.

This was something she was used to, as it is still fairly common practice 'over there'. But when he did it, it was like he touched the back of her hand with a brand, but not painful.

"Come sit and have drink with us," Sheila offered.

Incredibly, Sarauk discovered she was pleased that she had asked him to join them. Something about the man was turning her on! She felt in her bones that she recognized him. He looked like a man she had seen with Prue and Tony at the hotel they stayed at before she boarded the plane. But he also looked like he could be a college professor with his short dark hair and pencil thin moustache, kind of cute.

"Sarauk and I were just talking about our night," she told him. "In fact we were just talking about which parts were our favorite. Which was yours, Sarauk? You never did say.' she asked him.

"It was all great," she said turning red. She didn't know just what to make of Sheila's free and easy manner of discussing their night together in front of what to her was a perfect stranger. Still, he somehow seemed so familiar.

"When you came so hard, do you mean?" Sheila said.

"Yeah," she said turning a shade redder. "That part."

"It can happen again," she told Sarauk.

"You were just so exciting to be with." She tried to say it without it sounding lame.

They made more small talk as they sipped on margaritas. After a while she was beginning to feel the drinks and began to actually enjoy telling on herself in front of a man; this very hot man especially, for some reason. Perhaps it was because he listened, without discrimination or prejudice. She had a feeling that Sheila wanted her to feel the drinks, the way she kept her glass full. She didn't know quite what was happening, but she was curious, and a little excited.

"So, where are your friends tonight?" Sheila asked Bel-Har-Kel.

"They went out to the club house," she answered.

"Why didn't you go?" he asked.

"I was feeling… well…" she answered obviously seeking a dodge.

"You look like you're feeling better now," he said to her. "Yeah I do," she said with a sardonic grin. "I feel like howling at the moon."

"What say you two, how about we continue this conversation at my place," Sheila said. "I can make better drinks than this, and besides, we'll have the whole place to amuse ourselves."

Sheila had a beautiful six-bedroom home with a private balcony that overlooked the river. Sheila made them drinks that were considerably stronger than the ones at the bar. Sarauk had a comfortable buzz going as they stood on the balcony until the cold drove them inside. Sheila gave her a strange look when the Regal Egyptian tilted her head back and literally 'howled at the moon' a couple of times. The view of the snowscape was beautiful, but the night breeze felt a bit nippy.

"You know Sarauk," she said. "I never told you, but I must say that eating you was my favorite part about the other night, even if I am still plucking hairs from between my teeth." Some how she was able to say this sort of thing without glaring at her 'master'.

"I take it you don't like hair pie?" the Egyptian asked.

"You seemed to appreciate my bald pussy," she answered. "You remember that I've no hair on my pussy, don't you, Sarauk?

The beautiful Egyptian witch could only nod and blush. "Yes, I do." The memory of her smooth groin made her sex begin to tingle and itch. An itch, but a very pleasant itch. It seemed to her Sheila was purposely using as many 'naughty' words as possible and as often as possible.

"You were there too."

"Yeah that was nice," she said, saying more than she really wanted to. "I have to say that it was great, in fact." Still, everything Sarauk said was dead level truth.

"But more, I liked seeing Sarauk undressed," she said as she stood up, if a bit unsteadily. She grabbed at her young girl friend's hand, pulled her up with her, took her drink, and set it on top of the low coffee table. "Would you like to see Sarauk undressed Bel-Har-Kel? I know that I want to see Sarauk undressed again!"

"Yes," the handsome man managed, looking just as eager as Sheila.

Sheila walked behind her, turned her black-haired young friend to face Bel-Har-Kel. The girl was unable to stop her from doing as she wanted. She heard the zipper of her dress come undone and trembled as Sheila pulled it down. To her consternation, she knew she wouldn't have stopped her had she been able to. The older woman continued and the upper part of her dress loosened, and then she felt Sheila's warm hands on her slim upper arms as she pulled the shoulder straps down over them. Sarauk stepped out of her dress and Sheila put it on the chair. She stood there in just a pair of skimpy lace-front panties and stay-up stockings; she had not worn a bra tonight.

"Goddess!" She felt Sheila's warm breath in her ear as she whispered, "You're so lovely."

Then she felt soft, warm hands on her wide hips. Tremors rippled up and down her spine as Sheila slid her panties down her legs. The sudden feeling of the warm breeze flowing over her swiftly bared sex produced within her a sense of being on display for Sheila and Bel-Har-Kel. Impossibly this was extremely intoxicating emotion. The sudden wetness between her legs was an indication of how aroused she was. When she looked down at her sleek mons and saw it was nqw as barren as the older woman's, she gasped sharply. "My pubic bush…"

"Bel-Har-Kel prefers his harlots hairless. I've heard tell there is not a single pussy hair in his entire harem. Surely you have guessed by now that Bel-Har-Kel is the Demon Sex."

Between the sensations she felt and the knowing that, in all likelihood, she would soon be having sex with the other woman and this man she claimed was a demon; and she knew he must be to have affected the total removal of her bush without ever having touched her, her head was spinning and she had a hard time functioning. It was all she could do to just stand there before them.

"Isn't she lovely?" Sheila said to Bel-Har-Kel. "Such a lovely addition."

Sarauk looked down on Bel-Har-Kel and noticed his expression with his mouth set; a chilly expression of intent appraisal. "Yes, she is lovely, but does she have what it takes to be a Harlot?"

"I believe she does and she will soon prove it," the fiery redhead promised for the girl.

"We shall see, slut. We shall see."

Then she suddenly felt tingles spiraling down her spine as Sheila's warm, wet lips kissed the back of her neck while her hands roamed the front of her body. When her fingers slipped smoothly over her sleek mons, Sarauk shivered and simpered softly. She turned her face towards Sheila's, and gave in to the sudden urge to kiss her. Sheila's lips felt so soft, so sexy against hers, not huge and overbearing like a man's could be. Sarauk melted into her as one of her hands toyed with her nipples, and the other massaged her pudenda and clitty.

The demon continued to watch them and at a flick of his finger quickly lifted Sheila's dress off over her head. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath, and now stood before her 'master'—he would be only for another fifty-six days—totally naked, unable to resist and ready to serve his any pleasure at a whim. Sarauk marveled at the woman's very trim body, and that she didn't even have the hint of tan line. She moved toward her, pressing her body against Sarauk and they kissed again.

Sarauk felt her hands shaking as the redhead put her arms around her. Her body felt smooth and soft. She concentrated on the feeling of her skin under her touch as her hands moved across her body. She moaned softly when she began to nuzzle her neck. She moved her way down, and she moaned louder when her mouth covered her nipple. Sarauk's wet arousal intensified as the other woman moved from one nipple to the other, licking, kissing, and nibbling.

Then she moved her way down, and then even further. She held her breath as Sheila kneeled down before her. Her breathing became short and heavy while a warm tongue explored the folds of her now tonsured sex. Incredibly, she came, explosively. The tongue stayed on her until a few minutes later it became too stimulating. The dusky skinned girl held onto her as she recovered.

"Follow me, Sarauk." Sheila instructed and then took the girl to the bathroom in her bedroom and cleaned her thoroughly, inside and out. When they returned, the demon was there, waiting.

"Well, take off your clothes," Sheila told Bel-Har-Kel as she led her victim inside to her bedroom and laid her on the bed and said "Watch this."

She motioned Bel-Har-Kel to lie on the bed next to her. The demon was naked and semi erect. Sarauk quivered in fearful anticipation as she recognized the model for the dildo that had been used on her two nights before. The demon was hung like that proverbial horse! In a fascinated trance, she watched as Sheila took him into her mouth. The woman wrapped her hand around the base of its cock, stroking the bottom part as her mouth took care of the top part.

"You try it now," she directed breathing heavily.

Nodding because she could not find her voice, Sarauk followed Sheila's example and by grabbing the base of this monster cock with her hand, stroking it slowly, was able to force her lips over the huge purple, sensitive tip. She massaged its balls. While she continued, she wondered how it knew that she didn't really know how to give a blowjob, that she had only done them a couple of time before coming to the USA.

"Oh damn the Pearly Gates," Bel-Har-Kel moaned after a couple of minutes. "I'm gonna fuck you now, cocksucker."

"Just concentrate Sarauk," Sheila told her. "Relax yourself, and you won't gag."

Somehow she managed to take it all and in moments she felt the demon's cock begin to twitch and convulse along with the rest of his body. The slender witch prepared to take his load as he moaned louder and louder. The warm liquid then began to spew out. There was a slight burning sensation in her throat as she swallowed his demonic fluid. Even so she sucked him dry. As soon as she pulled off, Sheila kissed her deeply, her tongue going deep into her mouth trying to get a taste of her demonic master's savory cum. The socialite hated it when she did these things, but did them as she had not choice but to obey.

"Learn how to please a demon, woman," Sheila told her after she broke of their kiss, "and the world is at your feet, Sarauk."

She watched Sheila writhe beneath Bel-Har-Kel as he went down on her. She paid attention, thinking she might have the chance to do the same to Sheila as she had done to her soon. She had never really thought about the act of going down on a woman before as a pleasure. She wasn't sure why that had been, or what to think about doing so, but she was curious. If what she suspected this was all leading up to come to pass, pleasure would become an important tool in her box of temptations.

Watching Sheila getting such pleasure was a definite turn on. She moved next to her girl friend, and bending over her began kissing her on the lips, and then nuzzling her neck as she had done to her. She took one of Sheila's long, thick nipples into her mouth, and then moved to the other, and then back and forth, kissing, licking, and nibbling. Sheila held her close as she came, screaming her passion to the world.

"You two go ahead if you want," Sheila said after. "I need to rest for a minute."

She rubbed her clit while moving her moistened lips up and down the full length of his hard-on, wondering if it was going to fit, when it suddenly made its way inside her. In a heartbeat Sarauk found herself fully impaled on Bel-Har-Kel's demonic stake. They both cried out as it slipped all the way in. It was the first time she had done it this way and was thanking the Gods and Goddess that it took place while she was on top. She liked it, liked the control, and liked how she could move her hips in a way that maximized her pleasure.

She continued moving him in and out of her at a gentle pace. She moaned continually as a bunch of little orgasms rippled through her id over and over and over again.

"Be ready, my pet, I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum," he whispered after a long while.

"Please," was all she could manage to gasp.

She rocked her hips back and forth in the throes of pleasure as his demon prick moved deeper inside her. Making good his brash promise, he twitched, he moaned and he then pumped his seed deep into her eager receptacle.

Hours later they all fell asleep and as Sarauk lay between Sheila and Bel-Har-Kel she knew she belonged to a demon. Later they woke up and did it all over again. Bel-Har-Kel seemed to have had the time of his reign as he went from Sheila, then to Sarauk and back and forth, again and again. They stayed in bed until late in the afternoon the next day. Unfortunately, Sheila had to fly off to some research center and Bel-Har-Kel had to go to Seattle that night. Sarauk did not have to ask as to his mode of travel. She noticed she now wore one of those heavy rings on her wedding ring finger and that it would not come off.

 

The End of Part 13, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 14 next.

  

  

  

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