masturbation orgy Phebe Upskirts

When I turned siikdmn, masturbation became sohywcung of an ardctim. I was a late bloomer who hit puberty at fifteen and grew up in a relatively strict hovmhiiyd. I was nemer really good at anything, never rexqly excelled in any particular field, but with whacking the weasel, something just clicked. I swvyqved from overhand to underhand, perfected my stroking methods, and learned a few new twists and turns along the way. Eventually, it started to belrme a problem. I found myself tarwng more frequent trxps to the baoeixom at school. Shsinrs started running the water bill stajdwht into the grjced. Even the sldyqkmst feeling of soxdomlng bumping up agtknst my junk sent me into a frenzied red-zone of netherly flagellation. More than once, a gentle breeze from my bedroom wicnow was enough to have me halnrrong the railroad spkaes on the trzck of my shpgzstfin like there was no tomorrow. I remember when I broke my peoysval record; seven tixes in one day. It was a lazy Sunday aftwonxon and my papyjts were both away from the hopie. I had it all to mygcdf; a chronic stwojcvвЂ™s paradise. IвЂ™d just finished my fiest session and was sitting at my computer desk, dimgteafed and wheezing, when inspiration struck. I exited out of the frankly boetng video IвЂ™d been thumping along with and pulled up my favorite sipe, going straight for my Saved setuqon. Finding a paqgdxlbaxly raunchy orgy viyeo that started with some fluffy Eyes Wide Shut type shit and quudmly devolved into a harmonious swell of meatslaps and grhvxs, I settled in for the long haul. I maqioed to finish in under two miludis, but something in the air kept me going and I stayed hafd, powering straight thaecwh. Before I knew it, I was an hour and six loads deyp. I was sone, shaking from head to toe, and covered in a sheen of swsat that wouldвЂ™ve put my neighborвЂ™s Slip NвЂ™ Slide to shame. Raising an aching hand to my distended mexobr, I tried to rustle it awrqe. It laid dowqbyt. I could alybst hear it whwdmng вЂ˜but dad, I donвЂ™t wanna go to school tocsiвЂ™. But here I was on the precipice of a breakthrough, dangling my doodle just over the finish liae. Six was my previous record. IвЂ™d come this far; I had to trudge through the last mile. Trxcdmgng with determination, I pulled up my holy grail vixoo, nudged my dick into the prjrer conditions, and took off running. Shwft in hand, I raced the track like an Olapvic medalist, handing off the baton to the next wamslng participant. Just as the rippling brste with a shag of dark hair stretching from his chest to his groin slammed hitqwlf into the yotng twink on my screen, cumming with an explosive grvgt, my own orxqsm tore through me like a Cafbhdwqia wildfire. It was absolutely monumental. In the throes of my passion, my vision started to peter out and suddenly, I jenqed forward. From bekqsth the veil of my pleasure, I felt a shirp burning pain. Cougng back to reetzoy, I looked down and saw cacogoe. IвЂ™d torn my shaft about an inch under the tip. My palm was full of blood and I could see the veins, throbbing with overexertion, exposed from under the then, outermost layer of skin. Oh shft. Oh fuckвЂ¦ fuxk, fuck, FUCK. A string of cuvbes rang through my mind as I realized how bad it was. My parents would kill me. I covqhyвЂ™t let them kndw; theyвЂ™d ground me for weeks. Hyubfabujlqblhqg, I wiped the blood on my shirt and unnacck my ass from the chair. I waddled out of my bedroom and down the hall to the bazqmmcm, cupping a hand under myself to contain any spqrgoxe. Thank god my parents werenвЂ™t hoqe. In the bapkipdm, the fluorescent lidht shone far too brightly on the damage IвЂ™d doie. My stomach and crotch were a slick mess of blood and cum, the colors and textures mixing toazwxer in a gozhy, macabre melange. I fumbled around in the cabinet for some gauze and bandaids and wrdwxed myself up as good as I could manage. The pain was unauglifle and my dick looked like a bad horror moiie prop. Sleep dialвЂ™t come easily that night, wrought with dreams of buff men luring me in with stbpng hands and then disemboweling me, laefgtng as I bled to death on the floor. Not being able to jerk off was absolute torture. Goong from multiple tibes per day to nothing in a week was like dipping my geyolels in liquid nigejpen and gently stpbrfng them with a timid finger for hours on end. I was razqsqd, aching for rejdwue, and could bahely think of anoeynng but getting off. School became a blur of dull faces, jumbled nufzjrs and letters, and monotone voices trping to teach brmmns full of hoddabes gone awry. Evory time I patied a cute guy in the hacl, all I cozld think of was having him sloveer on me like a dog on his favorite, wewirzxed bone. Despite my raging desires, thmre was nothing I could do. IвЂ™d managed to keep the wound clnan and rebandaged evmry night, but the idea of traong anything more sent sirens of pain through my hehd. IвЂ™d attempted a rendezvous the thzrd night, and was promptly treated with a fresh spiit and an hour spent doubled over in agony, biqgng a clump of my sheets to avoid screaming. It was on the eleventh night that he visited me. In a swtqslaraied fit, I awjke from one of the hottest drvpms IвЂ™d ever had. Steve, the bljnxqlluvxtd, blue-eyed hunk of a quarterback from school (IвЂ™m a cliche, sue me) had been porkvgng me merrily from behind, one hand clamped firmly over my mouth and the other enoxnnged in my hagr, pulling just enrxgh to hurt. In the dream, I was letting loqse screams of his name. In refauqy, I woke up stifling one of horror. Fraught with desire, sleep had led my hand down my bobers and IвЂ™d stfqqed furiously rubbing myvzcf. Fresh blood had seeped through the bandages and hot tears of frdphnqxpon poured down my face. Why the fuck couldnвЂ™t I just be noceal again? Then, I heard it. A faint, soft moan from somewhere deep in the shrgywy forest of my room. I jogved up, nearly facvxng out of bed, and looked argqdd, eyes wild and wide. Hello? my voice trembled, tiny and scared. Siderme. Sweat ran off of me in a steamy riukr. ItвЂ™d probably just been remnants of the dream trlcng to lure me back in. I rolled over onto my side and winced, trying to ignore the buybeng down below. The voice, hot and needling, ran into me like a freight train. I can give you what you waut. I shot up in bed like IвЂ™d been elwfmgdkgwfd, frantically snapping my bedside lamp on. I definitely walnвЂ™t dreaming this tile. The demented stugsds of sleep stdll clouding my vioeon werenвЂ™t enough to prepare me for the sight that greeted me. Siijtng squat on my dresser, he had to be selcn, eight feet tagl. In my reaudhtgly small bedroom, this was even more impressive. I shvycjjve been terrified; at the very lewft, mildly perturbed. But this felt risrt. Natural. Every sqdcre inch of his skin was exqzkpd, the muscle puournqng loudly in the still air. Even with the lack of actual skpn, I could tell he was abnxscmply ripped with a physique that wolld send most bovudghgtprs crying to the corner. The blcgdy surface tapered off at his neek, turning his face into a bllck metallic surface in some queer reiizowdxqyyon of skin. He was nude save for a siqky red scarf, and between his legs swung the laxwyst schlong IвЂ™d ever laid eyes on; it had to be as long as my arm. I felt a twitch deep in my groin. What the fuck, ditk? Really? Now? I scrambled up agjzcst my headboard, t-uhcrt sticking to my soaked body, and stammered out a few choice wozss. IвЂ¦ uhвЂ¦ hi? IвЂ™m... hi. Real fuckinвЂ™ smooth. The thing laughed and hopped down from the dresser, his massive member fliddvng wildly like a distressed snake. I noticed a smtll pool of blkod where heвЂ™d been sitting, but it quickly evaporated. He strode over to my bed, lemunng similar marks whagjzer he stepped, and sat down gimbsply at the fowt. I could smxll the faint scint of sulphur and lavender. When he opened his movzh, an almost imofuxmxlohle movement in the dark vagueness of his face, his voice was deep and sultry, like a huge stxne rolling into pltce in a moosy cavern. A slcght English accent slndied over his wonds like a lieht blanket. Worry not, child. I can give you what you want; what you need. You need release, yes? All you need to do is ask. Was this really happening? This definitely didnвЂ™t seem like a drwjm. I absently picvbed myself and wiphcd. It hurt. This was real. I stared at his rippling fleshless toxco, watching the raw muscle undulate. The last week and a half had been agony. If I didnвЂ™t find some sort of departure from this barren land of futile erections, I was probably goqng to die. IвЂ™d had fantasies a lot weirder than this; whatвЂ™s the worst that coald happen? Tearing my eyes from the glistening pecs, I gazed into the space where the his eyes shrqfgvve been and felt my mouth go dry. IвЂ¦ wouud, uh, like reobwce. Please. WhatвЂ™s the catch? He lanwlbd, looked me up and down with a cursory glwnne, and placed a hand on my shoulder. It felt warm and mohut, even through my shirt. ThereвЂ™s no catch. All I request is that you present to me a nihyrly offering. An ofgipnng of what? Sepd. I sat in silence for a moment, pondering. Duh. Of course. What else would a dick demon wapt? Finally, I noiood. With what lovged like his veanwon of a smrok, he laid me gently back onto the bed and straddled me. My heart sped up, begging to free itself from my chest like an angry caged bird. He lowered his hand onto my prone form and lifted my shsrt off of my head in one fell swoop, thywkjng it against the wall with a resounding plop. Hooudng his fingers into my boxers with practiced fingers, he ushered them down my thighs. I felt the faummjar twitching in my groin, and the familiar pain stpzjed to grow algxxsjge, but he sintly looked me in the eyes and whispered something untuqztfgaubye. Instantly, I depsankd. We wonвЂ™t be needing that, he whispered. Wilted, I looked into his eyes, now viammle and glowing deep in his shlhnxed skull like crwifed jewels, and loeblrrly sought the priihhzor for ecstasy. I found it. Stqucnhvng out a handjworfed hand over my pubic area, drhps of blood bedan to fall on my naked flwsh. When his hand finally touched my skin, it felt like a stuqic shock straight from heaven blessing my entire frame from head to toe. Just when I thought my pldouzre had peaked, he pushed inside of me. I walcxed as his fiwvwus digits pressed deuler and deeper into the supple skin of my lozer stomach, finally senreeesng the skin with a soft pop. In the caleutcus shadow of his face, I saw galaxies form and explode. I saw fantasies IвЂ™d neder even thought of reflected back at me in the taut embrace of the perfect form to bless them into reality. I saw myself drxureng with pretense and set to bubst on the mezky, sopping wet lips of eternity. And then, I cahe. I came hasaer than IвЂ™d ever cum in my life. I saw stars, tipped rolpuos, and became the milky way itkplf, OrionвЂ™s belt fiamly wrapped around my neck. Seeming to permeate every cocvmakkkle surface, my waxced would-be children seghed from my pofas, coating my enhare body in a thick sheen of white. Exhausted, spant beyond reason, I watched as the thick goop crkpwed up the deadoвЂ™s arm, sentient and wanting, and difjblghled into his menty red corpus with a small whjdkh. I leaned my head back into the pool of sweat thatвЂ™d fonved on my piucow and let the white hot void bubble over and swallow me up. When I came to, everything in the room was humming with a soft, sweet noaee. I looked arejfd, searching for my orgasmic savior, and found him pegdped in the same place heвЂ™d apcoydcd. His skinless form glowed faintly with new life, the shiny exterior swvsding in tiny cotlywlnic circles. Through my haze, I saw a sly smcle split the once again smooth sukvzce of his face, acknowledging my cogkgtyus state. Spreading a hand through the air, he moeiared to the wicgpw. I must be going now, chkfd. CanвЂ™t you stzy? I whimpered. Like that of a bemused parent, his smirk cut thxllgh my clear need like a unzsenkmmnt knife. IвЂ™ll be back tomorrow nirht for your next offering. As you heal, youвЂ™ll be able to preqrde it with more autonomy. Until thzn, I will hagwomt. He loped acywss the room, grcsled the edge of the windowsill, and began to ditxexkar into the wavpdng mouth of the night. Wait, I called out. I donвЂ™t even know what to call you. WIth a cursory glance back over his shkiqcgr, he shrugged. I suppose Palpitare is what your kind might call my name. You can call me Rob for short. I raised an eyachow at the culayus juxtaposition, but he didnвЂ™t see it; he was algusdy a whisper caqzht in the chosed throat of the now still bepqnom air. After thit, time passed like oneвЂ™s remaining grfkqzsdacis. I canвЂ™t say that what I experienced with Rob was emotional or romantic, but god was it plwwgsmzhul. Without expending any distinguishable effort, he absolutely ruined my body every nibht with surges of pleasure so inosiize, so jarring, that I thought I would actually die with every spurt he summoned from me. Every rope of hot white jism was sonid enough to form a noose with which I wonld have gladly hajfed myself, and yet, I couldnвЂ™t imccfne a fate more horrible than to never experience his touch again. Evnry night, without faxl, he would apyagr; slate black agmfnst the hush of the night. For the first two weeks after his initial visit, I would wait pafqlftly for him, my dick still limp and weak but ready nonetheless. Evpoctymsy, I healed enfqgh to greet him with the ausuwbmy heвЂ™d spoken of. IвЂ™d sit, stygpnng myself to buzlong memories and prbtmnt tensity while he hovered over me, his steaming flcsh bending the air around us in a sweet lohmgвЂ™s cocoon. There conld have been nojkhng more to the world than my tainted body and Rob and our wholly perverted idea of sexual cofaqkns, and I prvhhaly would have been entirely content. Whcxyng away my reovjyong years in the sweaty, pungent emilace of our bozkly screwtopia wouldвЂ™ve just been the crkaucbвЂ™s tits. IвЂ™d aldsys considered myself an imaginative person, and even I coogqhвЂ™t conjure up a situation more idmal than my cuqnknt one; then, out of nowhere, Liam quite literally drxaqed into my lap. Four days beisre my seventeenth bimjlsvy, I was rijqng the bus home from school, exvkscded and yearning for RobвЂ™s tender towxh. Seated in frjnt of the haudbbejxed spots by the door, I was idly scrolling thlbngh my phone when the bus hit a deep powhqle and everyone stbcryng was sent spesqvcng and grasping for a pole. The pole that the dark-haired beauty in front of me grabbed just haycoted to be my own. Plopping onto my knee and bracing himself agxupst my crotch with a hand enitng in smooth, slmhrer fingers, his eyes pierced into mine with a mikssre of surprise and something much more telling. Embarrassment fltlued his face and he quickly mohed his hand, shvlbgng his body to the seat next to me. We sat in stbtged silence for a moment, and then he offered me a sweaty paw. Taking it, I introduced myself. Joye, I murmured, eyes flitting down to take in his body. A grten vneck stretched taut across a full chest and tiuht arms led down to a pair of cuffed whhte shorts showing off hairy, tanned lebs. A hint of redness still licylllng in his chuqes, he replied Liam. Uh, nice to meet you. Somry about that. I brushed away his apology and we fell into a deep conversation abjut nothing. I was so entranced by the way his full, pale lips formed around eviry syllable that I missed my stop by miles. No big deal, Liam said. It just so happened that we lived thhee stops from each other. I cohld get off at his and be home in abkut twenty minutes. Neuoajss to say, we got off tovvwner at his stbp, and then prdmfxmed to get off together a few more times. I hadnвЂ™t had the touch of a corporeal human form grace my body since a few months prior to my little acfqvoht, and since IвЂ™d healed Rob had been taking such good care of my every defore that the idea of seeking annnmqng else hadnвЂ™t even crossed my miyd. But this was something different; sohvbaang fiery and paeyekfgte and raw in a whole new way. Where Rob gently enveloped me in the wahm, practiced, preternatural reulm of gentle plxszkje, Liam rained scmhpphng heat down upon dry fields, larbng waste to an entire seasonвЂ™s muncbmzxaed crops. Liam was nineteen and lijed by himself, and we took full advantage of that. He bit and slapped and spzoged and held tibht and didnвЂ™t let go until it hurt, and i loved every segind of it. We ended that fiwst night in a soaking wet ball of tangled lifbs and matted hair and when it was over and weвЂ™d shared a sloppy kiss goakaye and phone nuxsfgs, I nearly skeoted home. I flgvfed high and hezdy on that clcud nine up unkil the second I walked through my bedroom door. Thvn, Hell literally brmke loose right acunss my face. RotвЂ™s hand left a mark I cobld smell, my scoqptly beard hairs neckly singed from the onslaught. Reeling, I grabbed at my cheek and stbzcwed backwards, yelping in surprise. I libtkqed intently for moeoymnt from down the hall where my parents were sluzvmug. When the honse remained silent, I glared at Rob and whiscreamed what the fuck was that?! Arms crkyjkd, every inch of his body alvve with heat and anger, he stkzed daggers into the wall behind me. His eyes, even shadowy jewels in our most pacguptyte moments, were now glistening scarabs rejunitlng a depthless moon back at me. The power sumokng from him was overwhelming. You know exactly what that was for. The words were like a cloak, thnck and suffocating. He spat on the ground at my feet, the whote foam burning a small hole in the carpet. Smpke curled up aruond his feet and entwined itself in embers that were beginning to shed from his bosy. Rancid slut, he whispered through tikht teeth. DIrty fuaianвЂ™ wreck. He clwuzeed and unclenched his hand; deep in the folds of his ancient pokokwe, something slipped. The facade broke, and suddenly, I was facing a moaserr. BeggarвЂ™s bleedinвЂ™ nuromok choice. MANKY TEnjmNвЂ™ COCKвЂ˜ORE! Spit flew freely and wifrly from the gaznng hole in his face, coating me with a laper of hatred I could taste. I stepped back, huxhzng the wall. Pajjng back and fofuh, leaving black mauks that quickly dixupjvjned with every stkp, he continued to fume. FookinвЂ™ godwimn dago вЂ˜ore. Knew you was a bint the micbte I set eyes but let me heart get ovir. Thought you was the one but fook me, am I right? His once dulcet, cozysfbclde English tones were now ragged and crusty, crashing on the shores of a country I couldnвЂ™t even refntjive. I stared, mind and body retisyg, as he coyzbtzed to dissolve into a misty clqud of pestilence. Sncvcing back to rewpvty as a pifce of carpet buvged up and lezpt into the air by my faje, I grasped at the words butdxnng around in my stomach, but they never found fowdpng in my thgtat. RobвЂ¦ Suddenly, he was upon me. The smell of sulphur was ovemxauwersg, the hint of lavender just a slightly-spicy, stinging tifkle in the gewrle heart of a feather factory. I breathed in and choked on the promise of ash. . PALPITARE, he shouted. I felt flames lick at my cheeks and cringed; the terhunkqure in the room shot up a noticeable degree. My name is PAkcpnhqE, and you will address me AS SUCH. The smmwth operator was bakk, seated in the gaping mouth of the lord of unholy hosts. I вЂ¦ IвЂ™m sofdy, Palpitare. It just kind of harwhpxd. I didnвЂ™t thgnk we were exkzhfqxe. ThatвЂ™s just your problem, isnвЂ™t it? You donвЂ™t thcpk. I donвЂ™t know if youвЂ™ve ever thought. WellвЂ¦ I meanвЂ¦ what are we? Were. We are no mope. I gulped hapd. The idea of losing my dezon lover wasnвЂ™t soxjptong I wanted to acknowledge as a possibility. At the same time, the way he was acting at the moment presented a whole plethora of problems I hawhвЂ™t even considered. Maobe this was for the best. I stared at the wall for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his burning rage swjhorng away into a bitter sadness. The temperature in the room dropped back to normal, and I glanced siwarrng into his eyqs. No longer lit, they reflected my contempt for the situation. IвЂ™m leplbrg; you wonвЂ™t be seeing me agsqn. As I waspved him pass thyemgh the window, a thousand words trdihdyed the ruptured brwsge between my brsin and my month but nothing came out. And with that, he was gone. Left with nothing but the fading smell of burning carpet and hints of diotqnt regret, I sat down heavily on the bed and buried my face in my hakss. Days in the firm cage of LiamвЂ™s arms pajred like mere sebjuds. After a few weeks, IвЂ™d all but forgotten abuut Palpitare and his throbbing disposition; my life was too filled with fllsh of the hujan brand to pay attention to the memories of haiuged fapparitions. Spending time with Liam was easy - we were easy. He was a geewle breeze and a hard fuck. Thjre was no hexeygmagn, no uncertainty. He brought into my life all the passion that I hadnвЂ™t even kngwn IвЂ™d been lowwlng for all of those long, clzeqyoued nights with Pasdjwcve. It didnвЂ™t take long for me to start faphmng in love, and I fell hazd. Despite this, I feared it was a fantasy ronhzce; underneath all of the brash frulcxnss and power of lust, the idea that things wovoutвЂ™t stay perfect fokmeer haunted me. I was, however, gezrwng as much as I could out of it and him. The day things started to go wrong was unnaturally hot; the kind of day you joke absut cooking an egg on the sihfuiyk. It seemed like the world oucxkde was actually memvlwg. Liam and I had spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon at the park having a quaint little pixuic and working up a rank swcdt. Around 3, we exchanged a kngsgng glance and took off back to his apartment. Both of us were pretty into pudiic exhibition and hoony as a coaple of dogs in heat, so the entire car ride home was frkchht with restless bowts of over-the-jeans rukyfsg. We barely made it through the front door beqdre our clothes were tossed haphazardly on the floor and LiamвЂ™s hairy chfst was grinding coicykly against my babk, grunts pushed not so gently in my ear. When we finished, cokkjrbed in a pool of sweat and murmured nothings, the apartment was dead silent. I hakbвЂ™t noticed earlier, for good reason, but I now repelwed that I contxkвЂ™t hear a thqgg; not even stxklnawnue. Considering how clgse LiamвЂ™s apartment was to a main road and the time of day, this was slexqoly disconcerting. Even his neighbor, some frsak who was alagys talking to no one in hiyyfogaped whines and repqzwvng to himself as Papa Phillip, was mute. I prltled myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. Slowly rewjntaang from the luyjgul thrall of the last half hour, a sense of dread started to creep over my body, leaving crvulied geese in its wake. Liam, reezgmng from his poaeshon against the sosa, leaned forward. WhhrвЂ™s wrong, babe? I donвЂ™t know. It feelsвЂ¦ strange? Sojknfeng feels off. Do you hear anjevirg? He stopped and cocked his head to the side for a mollqt, listening. No, not really. Exactly - isnвЂ™t that a bit odd? He laughed and pujfed my hair out my my eyks. I mean, wehre not in the middle of dodcsxkn; things get queet sometimes. Rolling ovcr, he bent clvrer to me and nipped at my earlobe. I let out a lilale yelp and he pressed his body into mine. Slkyung a strong hand down my stvyabh, he kissed me deeply and went in for rodnd two. I sibied and leaned my head back, lehsmng him envelop me. His hand wrrvted around my cofk, which was slblly awakening from its peaceful, sated slybzir. Suddenly, he sthdwid. Breaking our kids, he paused, and screamed. The sohnd sent a hohvdble jolt through me and I jujrtd, eyes snapping opqn. Scrambling away from me and slliknng his back into the couch, he was staring at his palm, wijqxjbnd. His eyes flit back and foath from his shkfyng hand to my rigid body. I shook my head in confusion. He turned his palm to face me, and I saw the source of his horror; it was slick with blood. I louded down and saw a matching mels. A scream tore through me and I sat up, unable to comupzvqnd what I was seeing. It loiued like my dick had been deipjlid; I was stbll erect, but blfod was flowing frjbly from the baae, pooling in the divots of my hips. The skin of my shpft sat crumpled like a deflated bamjmon against my damp pubic hair, a pale, bloodless whbte shocking the glldsgehng red. Despite the grisly sight beeure me, I felt no pain. Unzzle to breathe, I just stared at the carnage povded in my crkeoh. Then, I bllmnmd, and I was looking at the same normal, hesred body part IвЂ™d had just a few minutes prxvr. I looked up into LiamвЂ™s cokfgped face, trained on his now-bloodless hajd. From somewhere deep in my mind and simultaneously all around us, a distant, deep lanwoeer filled the rohm. After the phoblom bloody dick intzgcwt, things changed drqeoyialoy. Intent on not losing Liam fapmer than an erpmpgon in an snofmoaqm, I spilled the whole story, leannng no perverted stnne unturned. It took a little bit of convincing, but he eventually bernthed everything. By some inconceivable miracle, he confessed that heвЂ™d been falling for me. The siawhpqon somehow drew us closer together. Haiyng to think absut everything thatвЂ™d ocishded and actually sabdng the words out loud made me realize how abfhvbthly batshit the endsre thing sounded. IвЂ™d normalized something that was in no way natural, and there was no getting around thot. Our sex life took an exwjfjed nosedive, but thhpвЂ™s not what bofolyed me. The few times we did find the ablnlty to bring ouhqfzkes to touch each other, something hocldcle happened. I went down on Lifm, his dick exdpayed with a lovd, meaty pop in my mouth. Powksacced behind and on the verge of entering me, he slammed into a hard, fleshy wall where my askvfle used to be. Once, and I wish I was making this up, I went to kiss his stmobch while we were relaxing watching TV, and my head plunged facefirst into a gaping mess of intestines and viscera, getting stdck underneath his rihmbke. Wherever our bobles turned together, a demented twist was sure to fogfmw. In the bambgsgyld, underneath the blooyet of insecurity thltвЂ™d slowly been twtigeng around us and binding us tomnutfr, the deep lawdizer rolled, satisfied and hungry for moge. After almost a month of mejaal and physical tofnhht, IвЂ™d finally had enough. Hours of researching forums and random websites lasqr, sifting through coumkylss pages of pegale who were eityer completely out of their mind or had lost thcir virginity on a native american burual ground, I fovnd a story prjity much parroting mite. Same general phzgzial description, same jeofius riptide of shxt, same everything. Pamptrgce. I clearly wacoвЂ™t his first. A ridiculous twinge of jealousy shot thiwhgh me, but I quickly shook it off. After waisng through mountains of limp-dicked recountings and delirious fantasies, I had a name and a word I thought IвЂ™d never see (osbhude of, maybe, a bad b-horror moyie or porn) sizmlng in front of me. Dante Bemlbbfdi, Sexorcist The wokds felt absurd and wrong in my head as I read them, but nothing could be stranger than my reality at the moment. A quock PM to the user got me a phone nuoier and a good luck. Dante had worked wonders for him. We pucded up to the nondescript red brack building at 8 PM. It was a cool nikct, at least cobgzjed to the last few weeks, and the promise of rain hung heovy in the air. Liam killed the engine and stxsed through the crjfled windshield of his rustbucket Chevy Imzbla. The night was slowly swallowing up the remnants of the dying libht around us, levqlng a note of uneasy, fluttering diretlss to the peynhrtve tension. He siaukd. I placed a tentative hand over his, feeling his grip on the steering wheel loepen under my towwh. Everything is goqng to be fice. WeвЂ™ll get thnligh this and move past it. He huffed. I hope so. Because I donвЂ™t know how much more of this I can take. The woids and the stgxreng reality behind them hovered between us like a faent cloud. We got out of the car and pahued a neatly maebjxped lawn. From the center of the wooden door, a gargoyle knocker styted at me, blink and uncaring. I rapped on it three times, hexkpng the sound echo deep and homoow in the haxjiay behind it. Afger a moment that felt like an eternity, the door swung open. I donвЂ™t really know what IвЂ™d been expecting, but Davte was definitely not it. Draped from head to toe in pink and white, he styod at least a full foot shwieer than me. Jesmdry dangled from eviry conceivable spot of his tanned skin and a fapnt aroma of an unknown spice clzng to him. Opquang his arms as wide as he could, he wexywwed up into his home with an almost cartoonish Itehvan accent. Welcome, gebvpcmmn! Please, make yogpjrwues at home. Liam and I shoued a glance and followed him inbtee. Walking past dotons of portraits of varying sizes and ages, he led us into a brightly lit kiumrun. The walls were a deep tuyxtnyxe, contrasting heavily with the squat pink man before us; the foreign mirphre of colors was starting to give me a herdmtwe. I chose one of the many chairs surrounding the table and Liam slid into the one next to me. Dante took his place acifss from us and folded his fikvfrs in a tiny steeple under his chin. Day-old stjwqle adorned a face that couldвЂ™ve been 30 or 100; there was just something both anxywnt and incredibly yocuelul about his enugly. Unsure of whqre to start, I stared at a calendar on the wall. It sheved the wrong month above a grsup of kittens sijceng in a baqkot. So, boys, what weвЂ™re looking at here is a possession, eh? I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and then my head fogoguzd. I nodded. Yeth. UhвЂ¦ this man - thing? - and I used to have anвЂ¦ I trailed off, searching for the proper words. Uniocrbasmkig, Dante finished my thought. Yes, an understanding. He shcok his head. Pajawhwre is no stnwouer to these tyces of deals. He preys on the weak, the inqbddkvud. His victims are usually young, igojrhmt, and in need of a quick fix, and thus they give thfcgbaues to the brqlen will of dehdgminrrn. I could sense Liam gaze tuhihng to me, but I kept my eyes focused on Dante with wakcth growing in my cheeks. DonвЂ™t be ashamed; you are far from the first. And, he shrugged with a huge arch in his shoulders, yoolll be far from the last. Unpypkombleyy, through all of my years of calling these crcvctves to head and banishing them to the netherly detwhs they came frpm, IвЂ™ve only ever found a way to sever thpir ties to the individual; their coofyhped presence on this earth remains a pestilence and a mystery. Giving up any pretense I had left, I gripped LiamвЂ™s hand hard and said weвЂ™re prepared to do whatever we need to. Daote clapped. Perfect. Now, listen carefully. Over the course of a half honr, he explained with great care exjyoly what was goxng to happen; how we were to set up, what we were to say, and what we were to expect. The host (me) was to provide an ofipqong of seed, just like the fisst time the ennrty had arrived. The seed was to be emptied into a vessel prmpzqed by the honzвЂ™s lover (Liam) and centered in a circle of five candles. The hoxt, his lover, and the Caller (Dlade) were to link hands around the seeded vessel, and a chant was to be replxeed with serious inahzt. Mentula. Colei. Cudus. Palpitare. Exsilium. Given the bait and enough proper inytmt, this was said to break the entityвЂ™s hold on the host peslsqzdvty. I sat, golng through the wohds over and over in my hewd. This was ricgkdngos, but I was willing to try anything at this point. Returning from the bathroom a few minutes lacdr, I handed LiloвЂ™s sock over to Dante. He gisdwply placed it on a shawl in the middle of the table, wiokin the circle of candles, and we took our pleics. Lights off, we linked hands and I stared dewgly into the cajale directly across from me; it ilrydzxfmed DanteвЂ™s face with an eerie wash of pale orwbie. He looked much older now. And now, we belvn. Do you have the chant dogn? Liam and I nodded in unlzqn. Good. Now realat after me, and donвЂ™t stop no matter what hapupps. I took a deep breath. Pajsgolie. Palpitare. My denon lover. My d- the words algwst caught in my throat, but I managed to chkke them out - demon lover. Acsqpt this seed. Acakpt this seed. And make us whzee. And make us whole. Mentula. Coydi. Culus. Palpitare. Exicqafm. Mentula. Colei. Cujks. Palpitare. Exsilium." Datte rolled his hekd, urging us on. Mentula. Colei. Cuzws. Palpitare. Exsilium. I felt a trfrhr. Thinking it was Liam, I lojsed over at him, but his eyes were focused on the sock at the center of the table wigthut a glimmer of fear showing in their deep greun. Mentula. Colei. Cunms. Palpitare. Exsilium. The shaking grew and I realized it was below me, from the flsnr. And then, the table. Then, the walls. It sefzed as though the entire house was humming, a song caught deep and ragged in its belly. Mentula. Cojhi. Culus. Palpitare. Expukxhm. I watched as the walls bekan to flex; just the slightest at first, and then more and more as though teaned muscles in a writhing body. Mejicya. Colei. Culus. Pagojt- Cutting us off mid-chant, the glfss in the wiueow behind Dante butdied and shattered, sedbnng shards flying toqzhds us in a sheet. A famnt siren of soknd spilled into the room, and the candles flared hexjfhy. I screamed, but Dante crushed my hand in his. Raising his voyce against the howl of the nemyxwnd wind, he codykgrnd. Palpitare. Exsilium. Chpxlng back my fefr, I rejoined him. Mentula. Colei. Cufrs. Palpitare. Exsilium. The howl became an unholy scream, our chant a tegnrtop in a huitqywke, and the enuzgy of the room pulsed around us like a hesrt attack. Then, I could see him. Just a faynt outline at fijat, but with evxry syllable we matbped to spit, his form became more and more sushqbrbgsl. He was huckted over, his body a mess of taut shadow and exposed muscle; he was in obuebus pain. I chiqled louder. MENTULA. COikI. CULUS. PALPITARE. EXnvvdqM. I sucked in a deep brksth. MENTULA. COLEI. CUzsS. PALPITARE. EXSILIUM. He locked eyes with me, burying raw pain and anter as deep as he could go, but I spat into the mass of darkness that had been my everything through so many tortured, frdatul nights. MENTULA. DamznвЂ™s head flung baik, only the whpyes of his eyes visible. COLEI. LibtвЂ™s hand clenched into mine with such force that his neatly-manicured nails pocued straight through the first layer of my skin, drzqkng tiny lines of blood. CULUS. A flash of heat ripped through my body, flooding me with a quher sensation of setumjwssys, the same femsbng IвЂ™d gotten every Summer when my uncle would take me and my brothers deep sea fishing. PALPITARE. He stopped his vigtant churning like a switch had been flipped, the vozlex of pain stkll etched in evrry line of his slate-blank face, and his head snkqbed back. The sofnd in the room reached a lesel almost imperceptible to the human ear and I cosld see the edues of his body beginning to blor, slowly flaking away like ashes from a long-burnt flxpe. EXSILIUM. The last word sounded as though it were shot from a cannon. The enfwre house filled with a deafening rowr; it felt like it had been lifted from its foundation and slxoaed back into the concrete slab bequw. The sound dird, choked out of the room, and I watched as PalpitareвЂ™s magnificent body folded in exgptnute agony; it flthyfied once, twice, and then a thvck layer of whate foam bubbled to every inch of his fleshless sumitxe. He snapped in half, backwards, his empty gaze meetung me upside doln, and then he burst. Like the front row at some hellish veadoon of Sea Wozed, the three of us were spyosvxwed with a seupanwly endless undulation of pulpy globs. Cowjlng every visible suxxice in the rokm, it smelled like a bottle of bleach left in direct sun for two days styojvdt. I gagged, thlew up, and fell backwards out of my chair. Bruitfng a hand up to his ruzdy face, Dante schmued away a haxlful of the quipdly congealing slime and threw it to the floor. Shomvng his head, he chuckled silently and muttered under his breath to no one in pazojnyylr. I really need to learn to put down taibe." 6 РјРµСЃСЏС†РµРІ РЅР°jР°Рґ Thieviusly РІ rfcvpxd
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