Damien
“These fucking humans,” snorted Damien with disgust. Yanking at the large hoop through his nose, he bellowed, “kill them all!”
“They can’t help it,” the Black Widow cooed, amazed at how real his body looked and felt. “They’re only human, Honey.”
“I simply despise them and their politics. They try to tell us what is right, try to govern the people, killing for example. With all the wars they have, they’ll kill themselves before we get a chance to,” Damien ranted.
“Somehow, I think there’ll still be enough for us,” Black Widow snuggled in closely to her master, twirling her fingers in his long black curly hair.
Damien stroked the top of her skull. “I’m so glad I got to come down here, to finally be reunited with you. We should not part for so long.”
“I’m sorry,” Black Widow sighed. “I was scared. I was too young, and I didn’t know.”
“You don’t have to explain anything. I understand. You know, we were chosen at birth,” Damien stated.
Black Widow propped herself up on one arm, positioning herself to stare in his eyes. “How do you mean?”
“Both of us had birth complications where we should have not survived. I had spina bifida, and you had sudden infant death syndrome. The technology when we were born is not what it is now, and by all statistics, both of us should have been dead,” Damien kissed Black Widow’s forehead. “Besides, there are other significant details, like both of us had stressed births. Weren’t you like a month late?”
“Yeah, and mom said she saw a falling star right before she went into labor for me.”
Damien grinned, “only another sign to support my theory. We were born dead, like zombie children, children of the night. It was just a matter of what group we subscribed to. We are not hairy, slobbering werewolves; we are beautiful bloodsucking vampires. Think of how much attention we receive when we go out on the town.”
“We are a tad eccentric,” Black Widow commented.
“And everyone wants to know us, to know why we can act as we do without caring. You could put a cigarette out on me, and I’d smile at the sensuality. How many indecent proposals do we receive?”
“Too many,” Black Widow giggled.
“Exactly.” He nestled his head into her breasts, wrapping his arms around her. “Just the thought of them makes me want you.”
“Mmm,” Black Widow kisses Damien lovingly, then pushes him backwards by surprise. “Did you make my attorney go to jail?”
“What are you talking about?” Damien asked innocently, smiling evilly.
“When I first got your e-mail, my attorney called and I told him that you e-mailed me. He snapped and lectured me about hooking up with some small disabled guy that cannot work. We hung up. When we called back twenty minutes later, he was in jail.”
“Now,” Damien smiled smugly, “how could I possibly be responsible for that?”
“I don’t know. They say a small stature in this world makes you bigger in the astral world. I’ve felt your presence from across the globe. With your Shamanistic ways, I could only imagine,” Black Widow accused.
“I feel proud and insulted,” Damien grinned playfully. “I could never say anyway.”
Black Widow opened her mouth but could not find words to utter, paused with a puzzled look on her face.
“Even when you thought we did, I never lost touch with you. You may have chosen to tune me out, but I tried to keep up with you and your travels across the country. We may have been miles away, but I could not lose track of you. Miles mean nothing in the astral. You said the words, and you chose me,” Damien reminded.
“You tricked me into saying them,” Black Widow looked away prissily.
“Did I? Our mutual Native American blood would not allow our souls to separate once the words were spoken. Maybe you knew you would come into trouble in the future. Maybe your subconscious said the words.”
Whipping around, Black Widow stared at Damien, jaw dropped, again speechless.
“You wound up in my home land, without any instruction from me. Your subconscious knew this was my home, and it knew that this is your home, too,” Damien insisted.
“It is rather romantic to think,” Black Widow sighed. “I mean, to think that tradition says the coming of age Native Americans let their souls seek out a lover by simply saying, ‘I choose you.’ Then, no matter what, no matter how far apart they travel, they will eventually be united in marriage.”
“It’s more than romance,” Damien corrected. “It’s reality. It has worked that way for centuries, long before you and I.”
“But how was I summoned to your town? I had no idea that you knew anyone down here. This is nowhere close to where we met.”
“I told you,” Damien assured, “this is your town, too. We were selected before birth to live here. Your coming here had nothing to do with me. Once I knew you were here though, I had to come to you. I’ve known all along that this was my home.”
“This is such an evil town,” Black Widow persisted. “I don’t like to think of myself as an evil person. I try to do good.”
“Don’t think of yourself as evil then. Think of yourself as free.” Damien curled up to Black Widow, the flesh of their bodies seeming so real, like they were actually physically with each other. “Better yet, don’t think, just be. Your innocence is your beauty. You were bitten so young, and you are still stuck in that state of mind. I’m sorry you had to grow up so fast. I wish I could have been the first to bite you, like I thought I was when you were a succulent teenager tied up on bondage rope on stage.”
Sun and Moon
“The story of the sun and the moon is one of the oldest tales,” Damien spoke with the wisdom of a Shaman. “How unfortunate it is that the first tale told holds true to today, but history is known to repeat itself.”
Black Widow sat with open eyes like a child, listening like gospel was being spoken.
“The sun and the moon were actually siblings. The moon snuck into the room of the sun, embracing her as a lover but hiding his identity. Passion and love was felt between the couple, but identity could not remain hidden. When the sun found out that her lover was her brother, she tortured herself, engulfing herself in flames and hiding in the sky.”
“Isn’t that similar to the story of Oedipus?” Black Widow questioned, “when the identity was revealed, weren’t eyes pulled out of the sockets or something?”
“Another case of humiliated self-mutilation due to incest, yes,” Damien spoke gently. “As is the same with you, my love. The first one to make you bleed was your brother.”
“But I could not help it,” Black Widow erupted in a guilt complex. “I was so young; I didn’t know it was wrong. He snuck into my room when I was sleeping. I didn’t know what we were doing. I tried to pretend I was sleeping, hoping he would stop. I knew it hurt. It didn’t feel good, and I bled. Do you know how embarrassing it is to say I lost my virginity to my brother?”
“Shh,” Damien assured Black Widow by snuggling close to her. “I’m not saying anything is your fault. I know how young you were. At six-years-old, you don’t know. That is why you have your innocence still. You bled when you were too young to bleed, and it persisted until you knew it was wrong. Then, just like the stories before yours, you hid in a world of drugs and self-mutilation, driven by a hidden guilt to shine like the sun.”
“I’ve always known that I carved into my flesh to have a grasp on the pain around me,” Black Widow muttered. “Are you implying that the real reason I made myself bleed was really out of a guilt I’ve held since I was six-years-old?”
“It would follow true with stories before you,” Damien agreed. “Evil is not the act itself, for animals who know no better do it everyday, but evil is finding pleasure in that painful act. Because of that pain, you were able to find pleasure spots within yourself and how to give pleasure to others, something you do quite well, I might add.”
Black Widow lowered my head, and he picked it back up with a single finger, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “It’s not a bad thing; just think, your first actual sexual encounter was learning with another girl where both of you could find pleasure on each other, even if you were instructed to do so where others could watch. If it makes you and others feel good, then why does it have to be bad?”
Withdrawing his supporting finger from under her chin, their eyes remained locked. “In the Garden of Eden, the tree of knowledge was evil, and that much is still true. To know that there is a beyond, to look past the actual consideration of evil to find something more is to truly know the roots of evil.”
“Is that why I liked the taste of blood? I wanted to find the allure the substance held? Have I been on a quest into a void?”
“You’ve been walking through darkness, and you will continue to, unfortunately, even after my death,” Damien choked at the sight of a tear in the Black Widow’s eye. “Even vampires are not immortal. Perhaps immoral, but not immortal in physical body. When you spoke the words, you chose me as your poison. Your subconscious chose a death to overcome as a foreseeable pain you hoped to control. There is no cure for spina bifida. You know it to be true, but whatever does not kill you, only makes you stronger.”
The Dark Circle
Damien’s black velvet cape whooshed through the air as he entered the Old One’s house with his Black Widow, dressed in a shimmering white gown. The door slammed shut behind them without anyone touching it. In fact, no door had been used.
Green eyes and white fangs gleamed in the darkness of a seeming cavern. The Old One stepped into the light, his long red curly hair falling over his rainbow-striped robe. “I see you have brought me your Scorpio who will make you his widow. As one of the original Scorpios left, the natural south leaders should be properly initiated into the circle by me. Your Taurus widow-to-be has already been initiated, but she is extremely fertile, this being the season to breed for Taurus-to-bees, which she has always wanted.”
“I know,” Damien said with firm confidence.
“Through fertilization in a dark circle initiation, we will not know who is the father of the child she is to have,” the Old One stated frankly.
“I know this, too.” Damien’s voice momentarily quivered, “between my crippled body, her compromised body and your aged sperm, the chances are low for us. Combining our weaknesses may provide the necessary strength for her fertility.”
“I have no doubt about this,” the Old One agreed. Like a magician, a double-edged dagger appeared in his hand, which he held to Damien’s throat, causing him to inhale sharply with surprise. “Do you enter into this circle willingly, with pure intentions?”
“I do.”
Within a blink, the dagger was pointed into Black Widow’s neck. “My Darling,” the Old One soothed, “do you understand all pre-stated details and enter willingly into my clutches once again?”
“Yes.”
The dagger disappeared as abruptly as it had first appeared. “Then let’s party. Anybody need a favor?” Grinning, the Old One waved his hand, revealing a table with various drugs, intoxicants and liquids.
“Sure,” Black Widow giggled.
“I already know your choice,” the Old One handed her a shot glass containing a clear liquid. He noticed Black Widow watching his neatly-groomed nails as he passed a shot to Damien, flicking his nails when his hand was empty. “Any other requests?”
“Perhaps some music,” Damien chimed.
Cocking his head, the Old One looked blankly at Damien and snapped his fingers. A dark melody hauntingly enticed the air, Acid Bath’s “Venus Blue.” Black Widow walked to a pile of pillows in the corner of the room guarded by seven fertility priestess figurines, nuzzling into the feathers. “Look, she’s already nesting.”
“That’s a good sign,” Damien agreed happily. “Shall we join her?”
Without a word, the Old One was beside Black Widow, and Damien curled up on the other side of her.
A joint appearing in his hand, the Old One sparked a flame and passed the hooter to Black Widow. “This should help set the mood and kick in the other.” As she puffed, Old One toyed at the tie that held her gown closed.
Damien softly tugged the cloth, exposing her shoulders. He slipped one hand down to her breast, Old One exposing the other breast, casting aside her clothing with a flick of his wrist. Closing her eyes in anticipated ecstasy, Black Widow held the Haze out for Damien, then opened her eyes when she felt it leave her hands.
With cannabis in his mouth, Damien stripped off his cloak, exposing his bare chest. While Damien struggled with the button for his pants, Old One kissed Black Widow tantalizing her exposed flesh.
Passing the buzzy smoke, Black Widow turned her head to greet Damien’s kiss as Old One yanked the rope of his robe, allowing the fabric to fall from him.
Black Widow being passed the joint again, she puffed and smiled as Old One and Damien kissed before her.
Damien grabbing the Heady from Black Widow, he laid her back as Old One began sucking each of her toes, dismissing the doobie. Returning the weed to her lips, Black Widow smoked while the men bid her pleasure. With Damien starting at the top and Old One at the bottom, every inch of her body was kissed, licked and suckled, front and back.
She shivered and giggled, feeling strands of red and black curly hair, as they each attacked her ears, pressing the piercing sharpness of their canines onto her lobes, breathing their moist breath into the canal of her ear. Simultaneously, they bit and sucked from her neck. Closing her eyes, her head fell back limply with the blood leaving her body.
As she turn ghostly pale from blood loss, Old One held up one finger, as a motion for Damien to stop. Damien pressed his neck to her lips, and she closed her eyes and bit instinctively. Suckling like a kitten, her eyes slowly widened. The Old One’s blood was coloring her body.
Pulling back from Black Widow, Damien felt Old One’s hand on his cheek, guiding his face forward. In another simultaneous motion, Old One and Damien bit each other and sucked, transferring the blood and energy between the two, stopping only as Black Widow reached down for both of their penises, stroking them.
When fully erect, and after some taunting, Old One entered Black Widow. As he pumped inside her, Damien approached him from the back, sliding in the dark entry. In a wave of mutual motion the three mastered tantra, each reaching the height of orgasm at once.
Pulling out of each other, Damien gave Black Widow the dark kiss, while Old One orally cleaned Damien. Nails scraped on skin, sometimes gently, other times leaving red gashes that threatened to bleed.
Now Damien’s attempt at fertilizing, he entered Black Widow and felt Old One inside of him. Led by Old One’s motion, the group was again brought to mutual orgasm, not allowing any seed to hit the ground or be exposed to the air.
Like the motion of an Ouija board’s triangular planchette moving in a circle, the three intertwined like snakes curling up to form three sixes, each giving another oral cleansing and a dirty kiss until a final simultaneous orgasm was reached.
In a heap of salty sweat, Damien and Old One curled up on either side of Black Widow, who looked up at the seven fertility goddesses placed a top the altar in the front of the room. She closed her eyes in attempt to feel if life was forming inside of her, but she could only feel her body tiring, becoming like air, which would soon be swept away, back to her reality.
Hearing both of the men breathing deeply and slowly, she realized there was no point in attempting to start a conflict with her friend sleep. The sun was rising. Twirling her fingers into both of their long, curly hair, one red and one black, she played with their damp hair as sleep greeted her like an old lost friend, comforted as the bodies disintegrated beneath her.
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