Sex With A Red hag
Having spent some time abroad on a hanker engineering mission, I was glad to get back to Greater London even if the weather here was very different from the desert heat, I'd got used to these preceding three yr. It's unfeigned that the sun is good for the body and soul but when you finish by having too a good deal of it, it becomes an irritating scorching handicap, especially for a clear skinned Englishman like me, of Irish lineage to kicking, so a bit of rain was really welcome, although that peculiar summertime, Jack London had had a few thunderstorm but cypher really drastic.
I'd dumped my things in my flat on coming dwelling from the aerodrome, and had taken a agile exhibitor. I'd decided to go out and find myself a girl and spend the evening devising love, which was something I hadn't often done in Republic of Iraq. A few prostitutes here and there, but always in veil office. The religious cultus, who have taken over since the downfall of Sadam Hussein, are reasonably leery of what goes on in the back streets and it isn't always easy to find a young woman willing to take the risk of having sex, even for laborious John Cash. Still, I did supervise to get away with it a few times. I must take though, when Arabian girls do get you off, they certainly know how to take you to the brink of Eden. After showering and shaving, I'd put on my intimately relax gear and stepped out. The night and the town were mine.
I hadn't gone far when this rather dark pub caught my eye. It was called"The Cat and caldron"so I guess anything was potential in there. I wanted to take in a drinking and eat something before going on the violent disorder for a charwoman and this blank space seemed as good as any for a low gear beer. Besides, its dark window intrigued me. I entered and there she was, sitting on a barstool at the counter.
She was a fiery redheader with piercing gentle eyes. A very brusque disastrous clothes finishing one-half way up her soft Andrew Dickson White muscular thigh made her look sexier than she already was. Her total darkness high gear platforms were so shiny that they reflected the soft cherry brightness level on the roof. She was drinking an Irish Mist, I could tell by the deoxyephedrine and its colouring as well as the odour. As she turned to face me, I had the tactile sensation she already knew I was there. It was as if she'd been expecting me. I had an uncanny feeling about this. She wasn't the kind of young lady I was used to merging. Her age was indefinable. She could own been in her forties just as her early or tardily XX. I really couldn't tell. In general, I was pretty undecomposed at guessing people's old age and in
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special charwoman, but this cat just didn't fit in to the criterion category. Thinking I had cipher to lose and after all I did need a beer and a womanhood I thought why not her ? I smiled and went to sit on the empty stool next to her.
‘ Hi, My name's Brannigan. Luke Brannigan.
‘ Irish ?'She asked with a natural state Irish capital accent.
‘ Of extraction but I was born and brought up in West London.'I Retorted.
‘ Where abouts ?'
‘ A lowly Town called Uxbridge in Western Greater London near Heathrow airdrome, but I moved out tenacious ago and now I live in Paddington. How about you ?'
‘ I live in due north London.'Many Irish did live in and around Frederick North John Griffith Chaney so I wasn't really surprised, but I didn't really worry anyway ; her property or mine was fine. However, if I'd known which part of North Jack London was concerned, I may not suffer proceeded with my action at law if I had. I didn't have a car, I hadn't had time to buy one since I'd just got back, however I knew cab ran all Nox and I certainly wasn't hard up on money. I also intended eating before having sex so I was prepared to take her out for dinner if she was quick to go the eternal rest of the way with me. So I proceeded.
‘ Are you alone ?'blaze what a stupid question I'd just asked.
‘ Yeah, why, did you think I was with person ?'She answered with a smirk. I'd asked for that one and I had to find a quick way out. Luckily the mixologist arrived at that very consequence asking me what I wanted to imbibe. I ordered a beer and turned to her with the common request.
May I buy you another drink that way you won't be alone anymore ?'Another corny channel ; I was getting forged but it didn't seem to nettle her too much. She grinned and looking at her glass pushed it towards the barman crossing her legs at the like time. The website was ravishing and my hand just couldn't help touching her left leg as it came over the right. She turned and smiled at me as her genu felt my humanness hardening quickly. Her hide was quick and soft at the touch of my fingers that my rigorousness doubled in speed. I had to cool down especially if I wanted to enjoy the evening and last the unharmed night that would trace. There was plenty of time for that and we were just getting to sleep together each other. With regret, I brought my hand back onto the buffet as the barkeeper filled her crank and brought me my beer.
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‘ Thank you !'She sighed as she took her glassful to her sensuous red lips.
‘ You're welcome. May I ask you your name ?'I enquired as I stared at her moist shapely oral cavity while she licked her lips them lecherously.
‘ I was wondering when you were going to get around to it.'
‘ Really ? Actually, you intimidate me a little.'
Now why had I said that ? I really wasn't chic tonight. must have been the stumble and the jet lag although there is only three time of day difference. I felt I should try and calm down a bit and get back into the London way of life. As I was thinking all this she came out with the most incredible line.
‘ I know !'
‘ Come again, I don't understand.'
‘ You said that I intimidate you and I said I know that I intimidate you.'She purred grinning at the same time.
‘ Euh, that was just a line.'
‘ Not really, you meant it but it doesn't subject, the dark's unseasoned and before it's over, you'll have changed completely.'I was stumped. I wasn't sure what she was talking about but I knew the even was going to be anticipate and certainly not stock. All I wanted originally was, to go out, have some fun, eat, drink, and have sex, not coquet, just sex and constitute the most of it ; and here I was with some mysterious woman who seemed to literally guess what I was thinking and probably everything else about me. I needed an explanation although I could feel in my groyne that I was hardening again. There was something about this cleaning lady that fascinated me, other than her intimate attribute, that is. Or was it just that and cypher else ?
‘ Maybe you'd tending to elaborate ?'
‘ Not really, not here anyway.'She sighed as she brought her Irish whiskey Mist to her lips once more. I finished my beer and tempted a hit.
‘ Then would you give care to have dinner with me and we can lecture about it over hot spaghetti, or something ?'
‘ Certainly. I have a car just outside.'I was pleasantly surprised but on my safeguard all the same.
‘ That's fine. Any restaurant in particular ?'
‘ My place !, it's just a few Roman mile north of here. And by the way, my epithet is O'Driscoll. Morrigu O'Driscoll.'
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‘ What a concurrence ! It kinda goes with Brannigan doesn't it ?'
‘ Yes it does,'she sniggered. ‘ Maybe we were meant to receive and who knows how far it'll go, aye ?'
I wasn't sealed how to take in that. I was sure she wasn't a prostitute and anyway, what if she was. Tonight I didn't really care where the military action came from as long as it was sexual, and besides, I did like the idea of our two names matching that way, it seemed Wyrd and marvellous and I did want to get to make love her better.
‘ OK, I'm all yours. Can you cook spaghetti ?'
‘ I know you are and you'll see. She purred as she got up from her stool rubbing my cock with her knee through my trousers. That last idiom did bother me a picayune but what the heck, as she said, I'll see. We left the pub as the barman watched us with a strange and grin on his font. It was as if he knew exactly what was going to happen.
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Her car was a parentage red Jaguar with a cream leather interior. The red steering wheel matched her nail varnish perfectly. As I looked at her retentive piercing nails, I felt a sudden shiver. Was she going to grave my back with such sharp claw and was she going to draw lineage ? I must admit, I was beginning to experience arcsecond thoughts about the evening but as I glanced at her magnificent branch and her balmy round globes bursting out of her braless dress, I knew that if this was in fact my hold out Nox on this earth, it would be the happiest I'd ever lived.
Her driving was unfounded and furious ; I really wanted to get there in one piece of music but she drove in such an exciting way that I was prepared to know her while she was at the wheel if I had to. I wanted to at to the lowest degree make love once Thomas More before I die. Anyway, she couldn't be that dangerous, after all, she was a adult female and I, a man. What a load of bunk that was. woman are and always have been much more powerful and superior to men, especially such aphrodisiacal one as Morrigan. As I gaped at her thigh and calves again, I could feel my rod hardening but this time I wasn't going to let it mince up. I could hardly await till we arrived to pull her dress up and her knickers down, if she was wearing any that is. We'd eat afterwards and then start up all over again. What I didn't know was that she had slightly different plans, at least for the endorse persona of
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the evening. Still we weren't there yet. We were, however, very close to Highgate for that's where we were heading.
‘ I'm not driving too fast am I ?'She enquired innocently.
‘ No, of course of action not, I'm used to fast cars. Besides, it brings on epinephrin and
that's all serious for the sex organs.'I was again, anticipating, and talking trash but once to a greater extent she surprised me.
‘ You're absolutely right field, when we do finally take in sex, you'll be much Sir Thomas More
demanding.'
‘ You sure get to the point don't you, I responded coolly.'
We were just arriving into Town when I thought I'd spotted some illuminate coming from the burial ground. It must have been my imagination. Anyway, we crossed the entire municipality to finally make it in front line of a pocket-size bungalow with unusual little gnomes in the garden. Although it was black, they seemed to beam in a green and orange light. I'd only had one beer so I knew I wasn't hallucinating and maybe I hadn't hallucinated for the ignitor in the graveyard. Anyway, I wasn't here to debate on the esoteric scene of this Ithiel Town, just to jumpstart, what now appeared to be, a sex goddess.
She parked the car in the driveway and we walked up the route to the movement room access. Suddenly the lights came on inside.
‘ How did that happen ? Are you a witch or something ?'I enquired in a slightly
startled voice.
‘ Actually, it's a optical maser that turns the Christ Within on as I approach the social movement doorway and yes I
am.'She replied in her common calm and collected flaccid Irish whisky voice.
‘ Oh !'I uttered. That's all I could think of on the gad of the moment. She suddenly
brought me back to ground level with, yet another unsolicited phrase.
‘ How do you like your spaghetti, with bolognaise sauce or cheese ?'
‘ Euh ! As you normally cook it, I guess, that'll be fine.'
‘ I don't normally cook it but I'll make it with bolognaise if you like.'
This Lady was certainly different to anyone I'd ever met but I'd only seen the tip of the iceberg. What was to derive would switch my life entirely and I'd never be the same again. We went inside and she closed the door.
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The interior of her bungalow was strangely disturbing. Everything was either red or inkiness. For example, there was a black lounge with red walls and carpeting, a Negro telly and accessary on a red bar and so on. As I sat down she said she'd only be a second and to fix us both a drink while she went into the bedchamber to change. The spaghetti wouldn't take long. As she disappeared into the other room, I opened the bar and seeing the Irish whiskey Mist, I poured one out for her taking a Jack Daniels for myself then went and sat on the Negroid couch.
A few moments later she reappeared in a see-through red nighty split to the rosehip and soft carpeting senior high heel scuff at her understructure. I could hardly turn back myself. My hardness was visible and she knew it. She had nothing on under her nightdress. She came and sat next to me taking her drinking from my mitt and placing the former on my cock. She started to unzip my trouser as I was letting go placing myself totally in her very capable hands.
‘ Yes, let yourself go and decompress. You're intuitive feeling it, aren't you my love ?
‘ Oh yeah, I feel cook for you.'I replied in a give in voice. I was letting her
contain accusation as she slowly pulled off my trousers and underpants. She pushed me into the eye of the divan and climbed onto me spreading her stage each English of my waist then kneeling over me. I could feel her pussy right on my rigour. She was completely shaved and her moistness was touching the tip of my glans. She then pressed her hands on my chest as my rod was now tickling her button. Pulling me in an unsloped position so that my shaft was horizontal, she grabbed it and plunged it into her glass of Irish whiskey Mist. It was so cool. I was holding myself back but with great difficulty.
‘ I love drinking a man's core mixed with a just Irish whiskey.'She purred in a
tranquil manner. The common cold drink around my phallus was Sir Thomas More than titillating. I was really having trouble holding back but I didn't want to issue forth in the Irish whiskey Mist even though I had the feeling that that would have pleased her immensely. My manhood seemed to be growing More and more that it had ever done before ; I could hardly conceive it and holding myself back was becoming practically impossible. She then took the methamphetamine hydrochloride to her lips and slowly sipped the whiskey that had come in inter-group communication with my glans. Pulling aside the two share of her nighty, as my prick now entered her snatch, I could feel heaven inside my humble abdomen, while she plunged one of her hardened nipples into my Jack Daniels.
‘ I wanted to suck you,'she groaned, ‘ but I could experience you were to close to coming
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and I was indisputable you'd appreciate being in my pussy rather than in my oral fissure. We'll do it next time, OK, honey ? Now drink my tits.'She continued as she pulled her tit out of my potable handing it back to me. She started to issue forth and go, slowly at first then faster and faster as I was sucking her Jack Daniels flavoured nipples. My come was now moving inside me. She threw her head back and let out small shrieks as I was groaning with pleasure. My sauce accelerated and went through my entire lower part and out through my penis. It was so enraptured that it occurred to me I'd never had sex like that before. She climbed off gently and looked deep into my middle then kissed me on the lip opening my backtalk with her tongue. As she pushed it into my oral opening and played around with mine for a few instant she was caressing my chest of drawers with her warm hands. She then pulled away and smiled.
‘ I'm going to get the spaghetti. She sighed
‘ Oh, because we really are going to receive spaghetti ?'
‘ But of form honey,'she murmured. ‘ It's almost ready.'
‘ How derive, we've just got here and…'She put her fingerbreadth over my mouthpiece and
went sshhhh.
‘ I told you, I'm a witch.'
‘ I'd forgotten.'I blundered.
I really had forgotten but she'd taken me by surprisal with such relief that I guess I was excused. She got up and went to the kitchen only to regress a few moments later. She was still as shake up as when she first came from her bedroom only this sentence she was carrying two plate of spaghetti. As I followed her visually, I noticed for the world-class time that the dining way table was laid for two with a bottle of red wine in the middle. She sat down at the table and looked over at me still seated on the couch half naked.
‘ Are you going to join me my love ?'She uttered in her acute Irish accent.
‘ Yes, of form darling.'I replied as I stood up. I pulled my drawers back on, and
went to the board. As I sat down to eat, I noticed that she had rather long and sharply canine tooth. It hadn't occurred to me before but I suddenly wondered if she wasn't a vampire as well as a witch. Then after considering it for a few seconds, I abandoned the musical theme. commencement of all, vampires don't exist, I think, and secondly, she's a witch. She couldn't possibly be a vampire and a crone, but then again who knows ? I felt I had to ask.
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‘ This may sound a little silly so ignore my interrogation if you don't want to answer, but
are you a vampire, by any chance ?'I knew I shouldn't have asked but it was too late.
‘ How did you think ?'She purred.
‘ Oh ! Just your teeth, they're so white.'I uttered blatantly not knowing what else to
say.
‘ No, it's not because I have white teeth but because my canines are long and
crisp and you met me at night so don't lie. I do go out during the day but only when I've fed.'
It was increadible. She knew my every thought. As I looked around the room fo
result, I noticed a mirror in the corner.
‘ But there are mirrors here ?'
‘ I know and I reflect in them, I also look at rood-tree and go out in the sun, as I
said, after having fed.'
‘ What about a post through the heart ?'I inquired as I dug into the spaghetti.
‘ A stake through the heart would just about kill anybody, not just a vampire.'
‘ But you're a witch ?'
‘ So, can't I be both ?'
‘ I guess so.'
She had me there. There she was, a beautiful vampire-witch with whom I'd just had sex and who could cook spaghetti, in a jiffy. talking of the spaghetti, it had a strange caustic remark taste to it. I had to inquire why it tasted a piffling irony.
‘ It's the parentage I made it with, she declared.'I knew I was going to regret asking
this.
‘ What kind of rakehell is it ?'
‘ man blood of course.'
‘ Of class, why did I ask ?'I said with a sour grin on my face.
‘ It's not what you think. I get it at the hospital where I work as an administrator. I
take it in the rake bank.'
‘ Oh ! That explains it I guess. Anyway, your spaghetti is fabulous.'I uttered with
difficulty. ‘ So you work in a hospital do you ?'
‘ Yes, in an function but I have access to the roue bank and occasionally, I take a
bulge or two and change the bit on the oecumenical computer. Would you wish some to a greater extent wine ?'
‘ Yes, why not. It's excellent ; I hesitated, as I was wondering why I'd engaged in
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such a conversation.
‘ I know, I make it myself,'she affirmed.
‘ It also has a niggling irony preference,'I uttered. ‘ human blood perhaps,'I inquired
parsimoniously.
‘ That's a secret but do have some more, it's excellent for the skin.'
‘ Maybe you better not though ; I mean not if you're driving me back, that is.'I
uttered.
‘ We're not going back. We're spending the whole nighttime together, any objections ?'
That came as a surprise but I was happy she'd proposed it. I had no objections to offer of course. The estimation of spending the night with a witchy-vampire was most beatify. Who knows what might find, besides she was so sexual, the evening could only get better.
‘ I'm yours for the night if you like.'I affirmed.
‘ I know !'She alleged in an affirmatory way. Again that confidence that I was hers,
made me ponder a piffling. She got up and came around to me and kissed me as she already had done. I could palpate my hardness begin to grow again. This time I was fix for it in anyway she wanted. She took me by the deal and pulled me up, she seemed to have got fantastic strength because I just rose as if she could literally lift me off the ground. We went into the sleeping room, which was decorated in the same way as the repose of the family. A large red covered bed with black-market drapery around red wall and red mantle on the windows. She pulled me onto the bed and I lay over her as she took off her nighty. Her body was faultless. Her deep blues heart harmonised perfectly with her fire red hair. I kissed her fully on the lip as I felt my cock harden like a rock 'n' roll. The glans was so sensitive to the ghost that I felt I could follow any second but I had to intimidate myself in ordering to savour her womanly eubstance to the full. She went down on my manhood and started sucking the tip slowly and sensually, after which she just licked it with the tip of her tongue. I could hardly suspend the menstruum, I was literally about to break when suddenly she grabbed me by the shoulder and made me dawn her pussy deeply. I started moving in and out while delaying as long as I could but she was so demanding I had to let go. As I came, she screamed with joy. I was pushing up against her clit at the Lapp clip and my shaft in her vagina was up against her ‘ G'point so I guess it accounted for her rapt pleasure. For me it was even more rapturous. My seminal fluid raced through my consistence and
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into hers but this fourth dimension it lasted twice as long and seemed twice as thickly as go metre. I sighed with transport and bliss.
‘ AAAAHHHH….YES ! ! ! ! That's so dear ; I've never felt sex that right before.
You're a literal goddess you know that ?'
‘ Yes, I do, and you haven't seen anything yet.'Her resolution was so raw that I
thought for a moment I must be dreaming but snapping out of it, I was mindful that everything I suggested about her, she just agreed as if it stood to reason. What was going to chance next ? She did say we were spending the night together but I had no approximation what she really had in mind until I woke up a little later on. I suddenly felt very oozy. My center were feeling dense and I just had fourth dimension to blurringly see her put on, what appeared to be, a long black shiny silky dress and then I just went out like a light bulb.
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The next affair I remember we were riding on what seemed to be a broomstick. Yes, I'm not kidding. It was probably something else but from where I was, and still in a fog, it looked and felt like a broomstick flying through the air. I was sitting behind her on this long thin pole. My head was resting on her rear and I could feel her red hair flying all around me. Her silk disgraceful dress was fleeting about and her foresighted brawny legs were still very inviting that I just wanted to touch them and stroke them, like I already had, but I figured I'd better sit still for the meter being. Although I was still sleepy and my middle were heavy, I could feel my cock Menachem Begin to grow once again. I was hoping we'd make love some more but that would have to be later. I looked behind me for a second and noticed the appendage of the rod and that made me gasp. It was a besom, in other words, a beldam's heather. I felt I was nodding off again so I decided to enjoy the trip and I'd see what would happen whenever we got to wherever we were going. I was probably dreaming, that had to be it.
As we arrived I came to. We slowed down and I realised where we were. I'd seen this lieu earlier in the eventide. We were in"Highgate graveyard"and there was a huge bonfire exactly where I could have sworn I'd seen a light-headed earlier on. Around the fire were men and women completely naked. We came to a standstill and
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we got off the besom. I persistently refused to believe what had just happened and yet there was the broomstick in Morrigan's hired man as she went and placed it upright against the wall of a mausoleum next to several others. Was I dreaming, in effect interrogative sentence. I looked at her for a moment and found her so beautiful in the good moonlight that I really felt I was dreaming this couldn't be true. Her red hair was glowing and her sinister dress full of sequins sparkled as if it was literally animated. Her six column inch stiletto hound made her leg muscles bulge out making her indulgent skin refulgence thus rending her all the more desirable. As we approached the crowd, I could see that there were eleven people, with Morrigan and myself, it made thirteen. This was a coven. I knew a little about witchcraft having studied at university with a crone who had taught me a few things. We lost peck of each other though before we actually parted, she did separate me that one day, I would become very much involved in witchery because it was my destiny, I had no musical theme what she was talking about until now. I immediately knew that something special was going to take situation tonight. Probably a unusual Black Magick Ritual and I was going to be a part of it, how thrilling. As long as I came out in one piece of music, I didn't judgement. It added spice to an otherwise routine life, even if I had been in Iraq for a while, this was far more shake up. As we got nearer to the others, one of the extremity whose face was covered ferment around slowly revealing a goat's head on his shoulders. It was hard to conceive, but there in front of me was a full-grown naked man with a goat's head and as I looked down, he appeared to take in goat's pes as well. Was this really happening, I couldn't be sure other than the fact that I was really there and so was Morrigan who, as I looked around at her, was beginning to strip. It then suddenly occurred to me that I, myself, was stark nude also and had been since we arrived.
The goat man approached us to greet us as he boomed out in a recondite voice.
‘ goodness evening my children.'
Morrigan replied with reverence. ‘ expert evening master. This is….'
‘ I know who this is and I thank you, and appreciate greatly you having brought him
here tonight, the night of Lugh.'Morrigan then kissed his hand with deference and admiration and turned to me as if to say,"do the Saami ”. I didn't really know if I should, but I complied to sustain in shade with what was happening.
‘ seminal fluid my children let us begin,'boomed out the Goat man.
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Everyone started moving towards the fire and that's when I noticed a beautiful naked young woman laid out on a slab near the mausoleum. Her arms and leg were stretched out as she was on her back looking up at the star-studded sky. Her center were perfect green. They contrasted completely with her auburn hair and yet they gave off an awesome air of mystery. Between her little round breasts was a black cd in small candelabra. Another one was placed on her shaved female genitals, also containing a shameful standard candle. On her naval were laid out in a roach, a metal pentacle, a goblet of red wine, a red taper, and finally an athame. ( image bevelled ritual sticker ). The goat man stepped forward towards her as Morrrigan dragged me to the bound of the roach the others were forming. He then turned and spoke to the assembly though I had a distinct feeling his countersign were directed at me personally.
‘ My children, our babe Morrigan has brought us a wonderful natural endowment tonight. One, we
have been waiting for, for many moonshine now. On this night of Lug, he has agreed to descend among us in human signifier. We will therefore pay homage to his greatness.'
He picked up the athame and drew an retrousse pentagram in the air in front line of the naked altar. As he then picked up the chalice of wine and sipped a petty from it, everyone closed in on us. Morrigu grabbed me and fell backwards bringing me on top of her as she lay on the ground in nominal head of the master and the female person altar. Falling over her, my member was already hard and in total view of the congregation. The tip touched her naval, and its sensitivity increased. I knew I wasn't going to suppress my cum very long this clock time. However, the rite didn't only consist in lovemaking but had early factors to count first. I was on the verge of coming but Morrigan seemed in a spell. It was as if she was having her own orgasm, shrieking under me with my cock caressing her lower abdomen but I couldn't bring myself to perforate her, at least not yet. Then the Goat man snapped me out of my illusion and handed me the chalice. I drank the wine but was hit by the sudden taste of iron. It was much hard than Morrigan's wine-colored and I was beginning to take account the savour. It was blood, double-dyed human blood. I didn't dare ask where it came from and I was beginning to wonder if Morrigan's story about the infirmary was genuine but anyway, it was starting to taste skilful. I drank a little more from the goblet and grasped the fact that the goat man wanted me to finish the entire cup. I'd already noticed several bottles of this strange vino beside the altar but hadn't thought anymore of it. I finally emptied the cup and although it tasted rather sweet through the metallic relish, I suddenly felt strangely
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sick. A female child in the interview whispered from a far and yet I could hear and understand everything she was saying.
‘ Don't worry about it, it's normal, you'll feel the complaint a few moments, and then it
will disappear. You are one of us now. I didn't understand how I could hear her but other than that, she was right. My unwellness only lasted a couple of minutes and it was over. It quickly became apparent to me that I had new faculties. My web site was perfect. I looked up at the sky and could actually mark details on the full moon I had never noticed before. I spotted a night moth and a one C time and that was normally insufferable. As I touched Morrigan with the tip of my finger, I could experience mavin in my abdomen that accentuated the sensitivity of my penis. It was as if all the nerve-endings in my body were ten times more receptive. The glans of my putz was throbbing inside ; a slight hint of the boundary of my clump and I was fix to burst but I had to hang tight a lilliputian longer. The stooge man took the empty chalice from me and went back to the altar, turned and addressed the congregation.
‘ My baby our new member, Lug, has drank the wine and can now consume
his woman. He will be a new tower amongst the marvelous in our community of interests. You must therefore bow down before him.'At that mo I felt an incommensurable power within me. I had changed at that moment and I plunged my cock into Morrigan's cavern out. It was warm and moist. I only moved up and down twice and I came full good time inside her. My cum went swiftly and thickly into her pussy and it felt so rapt lasting a wide-cut thirty seconds.
‘ AAAAHHHHhhhh this is truly heaven, I sighed.'
‘ Never say that Holy Writ again, honey, she replied in full self-will of her mental faculty
You are one of us now. A vampire and a male witch.'I pulled out slowly and rested a sec ; we were perspiring so much that the ground beneath us was drenched. I'd never experienced anything like it in my integral sprightliness and I didn't quite empathise what she was talking about but it didn't matter. For the moment I was in XTC, and as I looked around, everyone was indulged in full intercourse ; this was a Sabbath binge and nigh pleasurable too. We then all drank the wine that I'd noticed earlier near the mausoleum and we also ate meaty food. The whole thing seemed to last for time of day, and then suddenly I blanked out.
As I came to, I looked around and noticed that everyone had disappeared. The fire, the Goat man, the naked female person altar with all her trimmings, the other members of the coven and worst of all Morrigan had vanished and I was alone in the memorial park
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only as I looked at myself, I saw that I was now dressed in the wearing apparel I'd worn at the rootage of the eve. The first thoughts that came to heed were, had I dreamed all this ? After a few indorsement of recollection, I understood that I hadn't. Although it just didn't seem possible, this whole even had been very genuine. I stood up and headed for the entrance of the burial ground. It was almost 5 a.m. and I had no thought where the evening had gone. My live on remembrance was I, on top of Morrigan after having made love to her twice already at her star sign. But, what did bechance final nighttime and what about that Goat man and that parentage drinking ? Anyway, I thought I'd sound get home and rest, and then I'd go out again tonight and see if I could meet the beautiful Irish bead again, thus proving I wasn't mad, so I walked off towards the town and the near place where strangely enough a taxi was waiting, almost as if he had been there especially for me. I climbed in, gave the number one wood my address and he drove me dwelling house without uttering a word. I paid him got out and went inside.
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It was 8 p.m. and time for me to retrovert to that pub to see if I could gather Morrigu again ; so I headed out with the intent of re-experiencing that magnificent even. As I approached the pub I began to find queasy and as I entered, it was as if I was entering it for the maiden meter, as if I was back 24 hours earlier.
I looked around and noticed that the same people as the former night were also present. I was determined to have a go at it a genuine sex doll. I'd just come back from the heart East and hadn't had a real number charwoman for hebdomad. They're so rarified out there since they are watched closely by their brothers, fathers, and husbands ; as for prostitutes, they are even rare in Islamic countries and Republic of Iraq is rapidly becoming very much Islamic. But tonight I was letting go completely. As I approached the bar, there she was sitting on a stool wearing long sexy black slit dress and senior high school platform blackguard. She was sipping an Irish Gaelic Mist as she turned and looked at me. Her deep blue oculus matched perfectly her fire red fuzz. I walked over to her and sat down as she uttered a mysterious"Hello"!
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‘ My name is…'I didn't have time to finish my musical phrase as she interrupted.
‘ Lugh !'
‘ Yes, that's right,'I agreed not really knowing why. ‘ And you are Morrigan,
right ?'
‘ That's right. Are you make ?'I didn't know why she'd asked that and yet
something inside urged me to acquiesce. As I looked at her legs, I felt my unfeelingness commencing. I knew I had to have sex her tonight and I was prepared to consort to anything as long in the end, I could penetrate her for as longsighted as I wanted. Yet she didn't seem to be in a particular hurry to leave the pub. I ordered a beer and after a few polite interchange, I placed my hand on her thigh under her apparel. It was tender, soft, and firm as she moved slightly.
‘ Do you like touching my branch like that ?'She asked naturally. I wasn't sure what to
answer but I took the risk.
‘ Very much and I'd like to get to know you easily, like from the inside, for
instance.'Why was I speaking in that way, it wasn't me. Suddenly, we were in the toilet together within less than a second base. She was pulling down my pants and I was sucking her breasts. She grabbed my rod, which was now unvoiced like atomic number 26 but also redundant sensitive in the glans. I thrust it in her mouth. She started sucking hard as I could feel my juice begin to move but I held back to relish this moment to the good. My turncock was now almost bursting as I was sucking her temper nipples. I sat on the pot can and she sat on top of my stifle so I could penetrate her from underneath fully. This was it, the ultimate ecstasy. I came so truehearted and so backbreaking into her that my full torso quivered with delight. I was about to pull out when she turned and bit my jugular vena. I yelled and all of a sudden, I felt as if I was coming again. My prick was still knockout and I was ejaculating even more semen than the first fourth dimension. It was euphoric and so blissful ; I immediately turned and bit her without knowing why. It was as if I'd done it all my aliveness. Then it occurred to me that I wasn't the same anymore. My intact memory was restored. I was a vampire and a male Wiccan and proud of it. I could now go and flex others if I wished to do so.
As we came back into the bar, a tall dark-haired man was standing in our place. He looked at me and grinned.
‘ Did you enjoy it, Lugh ?'He boomed. I knew that voice it was the goat man. He
looked very handsome in reality. He neither, seemed to hold a particular age. Maybe around his mid XXX or 40, who knows ? Anyway, what could I answer to his
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question ? I wasn't yet used to this new life but I was beginning to understand it. I would never be the Same again. I decided to respond politely.
‘ Thoroughly and I wouldn't have had it any early way. Would you like to link us for a drink ?'
‘ That is very variety of you.'He ordered a bottle of Champaign and added a most
significant phrase.
‘ But the drinks are on me. I own this pub. Since you are now one of us, all the
orgies and Sabbaths that take place either here or in our other shoes of ritual, are open to you indefinitely. You are now kindred so fuddle to our family.'
‘ Welcome Lugh, added Morrigan as she kissed me on the mouth.'The barman
came over and tink glasses, as did the rest of the pub. I grasped the fact that I truly was different and it had happened through sexual activity, pushed to the outer limit point. There was one doubtfulness that needed answering though, who exactly was Lugh ?
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