Synopsis: It was Spring Break and Jenny was back in Burlington. She uses her fledgling magic powers to stir up some interest in the Demon, Bel-Har-Kel to make an evening more interesting.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 18: Witch Dance

 

It was a warm night, one of those nights when the skin holds the constant glow of moisture, the kind that make it impossible to wear anything but the lightest of clothing. Jenny and her friend, Sarauk had decided to go to Bernie's Bayou Blues Club down on the "Main Drag", where "simply everyone that is anyone" in Burlington partied down.

The "Club," as it was more commonly known among the magic crowd, was the hottest place in town for young witches and warlocks to be on the weekends. It was the cruise spot, where everyone brought their 'vessels' to show them off and singles went to "strut their stuff" in hopes of connecting with an unattached vessel.

Choosing a slinky little black dress with spaghetti thin strings tying behind her neck, holding up a pair of 'ribbons' barely wide enough to contain her breasts, just covering her long, thick nipples. It was backless, dipping dangerously near to exposing the dusky crevice that began just below her tailbone; the blonde witch decided the cut of the dress made it impossible to wear anything at all under it. Given the mood she was in, Jenny decided to go with sheer black, top-o'-thigh Stay-Up seamed stockings, providing free access to her goodies, should the occasion arise. The dress hung well below the middle of her full, shapely thighs, but side slits and strappy five-inch tall, stiletto-thin, heeled shoes allowed her long, well-shaped athlete's legs to show to the tops of her stockings. For tonight she had twisted her long blonde hair up into a tight French clip, to gain the full effect of the dress, the sapphire earrings and the hen's egg ruby that Joe Valencia had given to her New Year's Eve.

After entering, and the stir the entrance of the two stunning women, both of them nearly naked, caused was near chaos and noted by one and all, they sat down at a table close to the dance floor and listened to the band play for most of an hour. Then, when they were well into their third round of drinks; none of the available males had yet approached either of the striking young women to ask them to dance, and the spunky band kicked into a sexy blues number; the young blonde witch was off of her chair and onto the dance floor in a heartbeat. While Sarauk just sat and stared in dumbfound disbelief, Jenny trilled, "Well, I love to dance and I came to dance! So, I'm going to DANCE!"

The combination of the drinks that she'd consumed, and the just plain saucy mood she was in, those "ladylike" inhibitions programmed into her by her mother, aunt and coven priestess went right out the window. The dance she performed was nothing more than a pure seductive groove. Blue eyes closed, alone on the dance floor, Jenny simply made love to herself in time to the sensual music that filled her ears.

The sorceress-in-training gasped softly; she felt a large body with massive arms take her into a possessive embrace. Then she felt a demon's long fingernails run the length of her back from slender neck downwards. It felt like the nails were leaving a trail of fire and they left the trail all the way down to the base of her spine. The tip of a very long, and very sharp fingernail insinuating itself under the low-cut back of the daring dress, to tease the dark reaches of the deep crease between her shapely buttocks, forced a moan from her. Then, inhaling its aroma, she recognized its cologne, knew it was not of this realm. She'd smelled the tantalizing odor before. It was the touch of the nail to her tender pucker that finally succeeded in bringing her out of her deep dance-induced trance.

Opening her eyes finally, she realized demons are deceptive; it appeared to be a small man who held her in its arms. A man she'd seen before. They'd exchanged glances and then smiles, and not so long ago. Following little flirtatious looks she'd given it at the edge of an ice rink, she'd seen it again in New York City. When she recalled the New Year's Party, it was as an amazingly attractive older man she remembered it. It'd been instrumental in her second humiliation. She knew she had to pay the price thrice. Was this to be the third?

Though it appeared a small man, she felt wide, firm shoulders, the sort that make a woman's fingers itch, to cling to as its weight presses her back into the mattress under her, and deep fiery sapphire eyes that seemed like fathomless crystal blue drowning pools wide set into a deeply tanned face; it could have been that "Hunk from Hell" and she wouldn't have cared. She glanced toward the table where Sarauk seemed deeply engrossed in a heated discussion and unconcerned with what was taking place on the dance floor. She even sat with her back to them!

Quivering, thrilled by the sense of danger this creature-of-mystery exuded, the blonde temptress trembled a little as she felt it wrap one arm around her tiny waist and pull her forcefully into its body. Matching the exotic moves the winsome witch was performing on the dance floor, it began to lead her through a series of intricate steps that aroused within her an awareness of purpose she'd never before felt. One large, hard, horny hand slid up her slim waist, came to rest just cupping her left breast in a possessive manner. A surge of sexual anticipation surged through her when she felt its fiery breath against the skin of her neck. A large, sharp thumbnail ran across her suddenly very hard, long, thick nipple. Shockwaves of white-hot lust lanced into her lower regions, tore throughout her body. A low growling moan escaped her throat as Jenny submitted thrust eager hips backwards into its groin.

"You're driving me crazy", she whimpered in its ear.

Putting forth a most wicked smile and turning her face back and up to it, it chuckled. "That is the idea", it responded.

Turning her slowly to face it, allowing one hand to move boldly under the saucy dress, to slide across her hip and then across to her smooth mons, it growled, "By th' Master's balls! I do love the hairless cunts!" Certain everyone in the club had heard, Jenny flamed with embarrassment. It leaned in to press full, soft lips against hers, nibbling at them, while sharp fingernails began teasing her soft slit. The girl felt she was already wet, from the sheer excitement caused by the anticipation of what she was certain was soon to come. "I hate getting hair between my teeth." Its words reminded her it had already been there and done that.

Though certain that there were people, Sarauk being the principal, watching—she dare not look—she realized she didn't really care. Trembling with a fiery need, she had never known anything so compelling, aware that, though they stood very close, some patrons could surely see it was fondling her humid sex, she could not bring herself to resist. Instead of this image of being taken in public stopping, or even deterring her, it seemed the possibility of an audience was adding fuel to the intense flame heating the cauldron now boiling between her legs. Utterly under the demon's spell, she was helpless to resist. Long slim fingers entwined in its hair as its long tongue forcefully parted her lips, its tongue seeking, finding, and vanquishing hers. Incredibly, it felt like two tongues or perhaps it was the proverbial 'forked tongue', one such as demons speak with. Bodies now pressed closely together, Jenny could feel its sexual extremity's excitement. It felt huge, and rock hard. Suddenly it no longer mattered they were virtually in public and everyone in the club would be watching. She wanted it.

"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?" it whispered.

Chancing a glance over its shoulder, Jenny saw only Sarauk was still sitting at the table, quietly sipping her drink. It seemed she just didn't care. Then, Sarauk turned her head, looked at them and said, "Have fun."

"Oh, I will," Jenny mouthed in return, and then the initiate turned and smiled up at the strange being holding her firmly as it groped her intimately in a public place, nodded her head. Yes, she knew…she knew exactly what it was going to do. This was the final humiliation the deal with Mister Damone had cost her. "Please? Hurry! I want it!" Her sex was flowing, wetting the tops of her stockings as it trickled down her thighs.

With its hand cupping her wet sex, with a long, sharp fingernail fondling her quivering clit, it turned her and guiding her by the arm about her waist, danced her back against the wall. Leaning back, lifting her face toward its, she welcomed the deep, passionate kiss that literally took her breath away. Sliding its other hand up under her short dress, it lifted her legs and wrapped them around its lean hips. It teased with its tongue and nibbled lightly and she gave up trying to suppress the wild animal sounds bursting from her mouth when its fingers pressed into her moist center. It had her completely exposed to its hands and its thumb massaged her swollen clit while fingers slid in and out of her juice-oozing depths. Now she could not feel the sharp nails, only the thickness and length of its blunt fingers.

In brusque tones, it commanded, "Take my cock out."

Excited female fingers fumbled frantically at an ornate buckle that would have made any Texas cowboy proud, the snap at its waistband. It took her no time really to get the demon's pants undone. It was not wearing any underwear! Its organ was huge. It surprised her that its pants did not fall. Then she could feel its hardness pressing into her, stretching the very fabric of her flesh to its limits. Even if stuffed to the max, she was hungry for more of it. The saucy coed wanted to feel the demon's flesh all the way inside her. When it suddenly thrust its finger deep into her behind, she felt her entire being launched into the first of her first ever multiple orgasms.

When Jenny reached the peak of her finale, it lifted her very slightly, traded finger for maleness and pushed its mammoth penis deep into the dark passage in one exquisite thrust. It felt as if it had impaled her on a stake. Hard fingers dug into the soft balls of her butt, while hers raked furrows into the flesh of its back right through its clothing. In one brief moment of coherent thought she realized they were behaving like animals, lusting for more of each other in public just the way animals do.

Then it was coming and she was screaming as inner muscles she hadn't known she possessed tightened reflexively over and around its thick shaft and held it there as it exploded into her. She screamed again, wondered why the creature was filling her backside with molten lead. Its hot seed roiled and churned within her as it continued to pump her full of it.

Suddenly and with no more warning than a grunt, it collapsed against her. Moments later, as they struggled to catch their breath, it pulled its soggy organ out of her backside and allowed her legs to drop and then let her feet touch the floor.

It kissed her savagely, again dominating her very soul.

"Clean me!" it demanded roughly.

The teen looked at him in confusion.

"Get down on your knees and use your slut's tongue to clean me," it instructed harshly.

And suddenly the young witch knew she would do well not to make it tell her again. Then, with no further comment and no argument, she fell to her knees and fulfilled its demands.

Moments later, it grunted again and filled her mouth, its creamy essence scalding her throat as she swallowed it all.

"Your Aunt has taught you well, Jennifer Blais. I will see you again."

Suddenly Jenny started to giggle. "I don't even know your name."

"You know my name, Jennifer."

She nodded then, understanding many things, suddenly and completely, as if she had known these things all her life. "It's nice to know you, Bel-Har-Kel."

Suddenly she was there on the dance floor, once again dancing alone. She blinked in disbelief, yet she knew it had happened; she could feel the evidence trickling down the backs of her thighs, the burn in her bowels, the simmering roil in her stomach. A hurried glance told her that Sarauk, her beau, everyone else in the place had witnessed it all. Jenny returned to her chair and it was as if nothing uncommon had transpired. Sarauk's only comment concerning the incident was, "Welcome to the Harem, Harlot." She touched her ring to the sapphire ring now adorning Jenny's ring finger.

The rest of the evening the young woman was withdrawn and restless and made not the slightest objection when the others decided to call it a night. The girl could feel the force flowing powerfully within her now. She would not long remain a novice!

To be sure, a guy named Larry got lucky. Before the girls decided to leave, he took her to the alley at the rear of the place and leaned her forward over the trunk of a car and took her front passage from the rear. Jenny chuckled at the irony all the way home.

 

The End of Part 18, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 19 next.

  

  

  

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