Synopsis: Jenny, on spring break, tries her fledgling powers to privately interest a sex demon. Bel-Har-Kell participates and the results are not what she expected.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 17: Spring Break: What does one do with a demon?

 

"Bleh!" It was just plain hot. Too warm for the time of the year! Just in case, Jenny told herself and filled another bag with shorts and tops.

Spring break had officially started. Jenny's Aunt picked her up from her last class and whisked her away to Vermont for the two weeks. They had hardly arrived when Sheila was called away to the research farm in Portland. Jenny stayed at the house in Burlington alone. All went well the first three days she was in Vermont and she spent her time studying the dusty tomes in the basement library, as best she could within the limits imposed on her as a Novice; some information would still not make itself available to her.

Going back into the warded, invisible library in the basement she began to learn all she could about demons and maybe find out how demons who visited this realm could be controlled. One she found of particular interest, named Bel-Har-Kel ruled the realm of Sex. His favorite prey was lonely women. Though he could be fearsome, he was not a cruel demon, just one who demanded respect. This was all good information. Jenny was surprised, his jacket read like a typical male sexist.

Strange thing started to happen early on the fourth day. Jenny laid things down and when she went to use them, knew she had not put them where she finally found them. Doors locked as she was about to go into the room beyond. Jenny could hear the lock click before she reached for the knob. Her panty and bra drawers were suddenly full of yuck and green mold. Magazines would not open, or open and read like comic books.

It soon occurred to her she was being visited by a demon; she had to assume it felt she'd invited this visit by her studies. She had a good idea as to which demon this one was, too. Being lonely and vulnerable she would still have to deal with this demon and without knowing how to control it. Is anyone truly able to control ole demon sex? She was not sure if it was Bel-Har-Kelor not. She just knew that it seemed not at all harmful to her. She decided to call her demon Bel-Har-Keljust to see if it would respond to this name.

Deciding this demon was trying to be funny; it would do things like turn off the light when she was in the bathroom or the shower. It would knock on the front door just as she got comfortable in the basement reading room. The phone would ring and no one be on the line. Finally the teen started to talk back at the demon.

The girl was in the basement reading one of Aunt Sheila's tomes when the lights went out on her. She didn't move, but scolded, using the 'forbidden' name aloud for the first time, "Bel-Har-Kel, stop playing around and turn the lights back on, please." The moment she said it, the lights came back on. Looking up and around she saw no one, then shrugged and went back to her reading, saying, "Thank you, Bel."

This sort of playful teasing went on for several hours. Bel-Har-Kel would play its little pranks and she would talk to it asking that it to behave. It did as Jenny asked... for a little while. That was fine with her. Late in the day she had a long rather one-sided talk with the demon. She told Bel-Har-Kel that she wanted him to stay, but if it was to stay with her welcome, it would have to work with her, so they could live in peace. Bel-Har-Kelmust have heard her, because, though it didn't actually help her, it refrained from hindering her.

That night, after closing up the house, and because it was so unseasonably warm, Jenny went to bed naked. After a few minutes, she knew sleep would not easily come to her that night. Laying there feeling lonely in her frustration, she knew she was in need of a man. It had been days since Karl had taken her last. Restless and sleepless she rose at about midnight to get something to drink; perhaps warm milk would help. Because she was alone in the house all she put on was a sexy little robe Karl had given her, but had never seen her in, so short and nearly transparent, and belted it closed about her tiny waist. She was so hot, she was afraid she'd melt the ice cubes in the freezer, just by walking near it.

Witch that she was she called up a sphere of flame to float a bit above her head and light her way. It was only about the size of a golf ball, but provided plenty of light for what she intended.

With her mind set on the touch of a man, she went into the kitchen to get her glass of milk. When the belt of her robe untied itself and fell to the floor the robe fell open, Jenny just stood there, quietly waiting, looking down at it. That it never even occurred to her to pick it up should have told her, warned her. It didn't bother her as she was alone in the house. So, with a small shrug and the sheer robe breezing back wide open, she went on to pour, warm and drink her glass of milk. Closing her eyes, she felt the ache of longing grow more urgent within the depths of her body. Goddess, I need a man!

Finished with her milk, she put her glass down and then placed both hands on the edge; she was showing fully her naked body as she leaned back against the counter a little. While standing there, with her back to the counter next to the sink, without realizing what an erotic pose she'd assumed, the robe wide open, head tossed back, her eyes closed, her shapely body in an arched bow, face up towards the ceiling, wishing she had a man to chill this heat.

After a moment she felt her robe being slid down off her shoulders to lie in a pool on the counter behind her. The aroma of exciting male cologne filled her nostrils. Whimpering her need softly, she kept her eyes closed; she could feel tantalizing fingernails tracing up her back from were the robe had fallen. The sleeves swimming about her wrists prevented her from lifting her arms and lace them about the broad shoulders she somehow knew would not be there if she looked. A cool wind blew over her body. It felt so good her nipples perked up even more. The blonde dared not to open her eyes; she did not want this hot, wanton feeling to go away. She nixed the flame sphere as well, just in case she wanted to open her eyes.

The hands began running over her aching body, now quivering its warm welcome. A soft mewling escaped her as she felt a tongue and lips brushing over her long, thick, and now turgid nipples. The mewling sound grew to a whine as she felt a hand pushing her legs apart, then gently cup her smooth mons. It was feeling so good that she just let it happen. This was impossible. This was incredible. The girl could not believe this was happening to her, did not know how far this was going to go but she did know that she did not want it to stop here.

When she felt a gentle pressure on her wrist she moved her arms and felt the robe fall to the floor behind the heels of her bedroom mules. Then she was lifted up onto the counter top. She knew this was her demon, her Bel-Har-Keland she could feel its hands pushing her legs up apart, spreading her feet wide. A lewd image filled her mind as her heels were placed to hook over the edge and the only thing she could do was lay there and let the demon have its way. She doubted she could stop it. Then she realized she wouldn't stop it, even if she could stop it! It was so gentle!

Gentle hands ran up and down her thighs, stopping at her soft, smooth lips between her legs, spreading them wide apart; it made her heart jump as she had an idea of what was to happen next. She'd heard of this often, but she'd never thought it would happen to her; who'd want to go down on a slut? When she felt a tongue moving around on her clit as fingers held her slick lips apart she squealed in helpless pleasure.

Then a thick finger was sliding into and out of her tight honey-hole as the tongue drove in and out of her sex hole. It was making her so hot! The blonde leaned back and began to enjoy the ride. A hot hand reached up to begin firmly rubbing her bulging breasts, began tweaking her large nipples between thumb and forefinger in time to the probe of that wild tongue, and finger, making her go insane with her lust for more. The heat that had been simmering inside her all day was getting hotter and hotter, threatening to ignite and consume her as it kept lapping, licking and probing with that wicked tongue.

The questing tongue went on and on, with the finger adding to her lusty turmoil, she felt her body shake with pleasure as though she had caught a chill. It felt so good she did not want it to ever stop. The wanton witch wanted more, and more, then, suddenly and without warning, just the finger inside her hot wet back side. Moaning, and then groaning, Jenny bucked against the finger in her as her need went on and on. In helpless response, she was about to let it all go when the plunging digit once again slowed. Teasing her mercilessly, the hot finger kept her on the verge; Bel-Har-Kelknew just what to do to keep her on the edge of her climax. Finally, thumbing her clit as it drove the finger deep into her, it released her. She screamed and came like never before. It felt as if her entire body shook as her muscles went taut. But it didn't stop, it just kept going and going, in and out, in and out and making her scream and moan even more, until she begged, "Please! Stop! No more! Please, I can't take any more!"

Panting, like the proverbial 'bitch in heat' Jenny tried to relax from the wild, wicked, so wanton orgasm—never before had she come like that—but she was not done and demon sex was not done with her. Again it was licking and kissing her, but now it was ravaging her breasts with fiery lips, sharp teeth and forked tongue. "Oh please! No more!" she cried, and was ignored. In the next moments as she begged, "No more," the hot hands moving softly all over her body stopped. As she lay there trying to get her breath--she was drenched with her lust sweat--she thought it was over and she was ready for her bed.

When she tried to get up, she found she could only lie there and say "No more! Please, I have to get up in the morning and it's late."

This did not stop the demon. Suddenly her knees went up, thrust up against her breasts. It was then very dramatically proven that she was not done and that she wanted more. Once more it licked her clit, once more making her go wild with its finger driving deep, but inside her vaginal sleeve this time. She could feel herself building up again, once more`, heard herself moaning and groaning. Writhing about on the counter, she realized she had become nothing more than a living, breathing receptacle for its demonic lust! Then, again, just as suddenly as before, it was gone… for several seconds. Just long enough for her to think maybe it was over.

Then when she thought this was it the demon claimed her. Lying down on top of her; she could actually feel his body weight on her. He took her again, as ruthlessly as he had once before, in a bathtub! The coed could feel him in her as he again slid his maleness inside her, slowly filling her dark side to the max. He hammered her with his hard flesh, stopping occasionally to tease her as he taught her. Working his organ in and out, making her yell and shout he again had his way with her, his way!

Incredibly, her body was so ripe for him that it actually felt good. She was about to cum once more and realizing she was his, he began to thrust harder and faster and deeper. Her body was wet and her legs were up, her body again inviting his throbbing organ deep inside her. When he felt her orgasm, he thrust into her one more time. The blonde Novice yelled. Then she came so wildly that her robe on the floor became soaked with her juices. He kept pumping his demon seed into her backside filling her insides with it. She could not handle it any more her body just shook and every inch was going so wild. Then the world went dark for her.

The next thing she was aware of was waking up with her clock going off. Reaching out she hit SNOOZE and then lay there in her bed, wondering how a dream could be so good. While laying there she wondered how her body felt so relaxed and so sore at the same time. Then she wondered if she had dreamed it or if it had been real. Without warning, she felt a kiss on her cheek. When she then realized her breast were now a very firm full "D" cup, she smiled and took her time getting out of bed. Sharla will be green when she sees these babies!

Rising from her bed she went to the kitchen and saw the evidence left there the night before. Her sexy dressing robe Karl had given her was in shreds.

Impossibly, it had all happened!

Compelled by urges she'd never known, she didn't bother to get dressed and as she walked slowly from the kitchen, she could feel that she was not alone. This time her demon did not bother her. Later, as she was walking up the stairs from the basement workshop, she caught a heel and fell. Her demon caught her before she hit the floor. All day she gave in to the insistent urge to go about the house nude but for the impossibly, tall spike-heeled sandals he'd laid out on her bed for her.

Lying down on her bed that night, she covered her naked body with the sheets. The sheets slid off of the bed and she felt a body lying down next to her… It was nearly dawn when she was finally allowed to fall asleep. The next morning her Aunt Sheila returned but it was not too long before she felt her demon in her again.

The afternoon was an hour old when Sarauk called and asked if she felt like going to Bernie's…

 

The End of Part 17, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 18 next.

  

  

  

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