Fever

Alex:
There is a full moon tonight. It is a super moon according to humans and it's true that our olanet’s natural satellite looks huge. Throughout the island a wind comes and goes that seems loaded with whispering voices and a strange expectation has taken hold of me.
Yolie went to sleep early. The revelations she has faced in recent days have caused great distress on her spirit. She barely eats and barely speaks, she spent the whole day lying in bed pensive and melancholic.
Her bleeding stopped two days ago. I was hoping we could resume our... sexual activities but she is cold and impassive towards me. To say that I miss her is an understatement. Being able to touch her, being able to smell her, being able to kiss her is impossible for me.
It is not the mere fact that she runs away from my touch, the worst thing is that she is insensitive to my attempts at seduction. She doesn't react to my kisses, doesn't react to my caresses. Nothing. It is as if she is completely empty.
These days I am alone. Yolie can't stand my presence and Patrick spends more and more time with Kira. Their relationship seems to be going well and I'm very happy about it. Patrick intended to go see his girl tonight. I smile. He blushed when he informed me of his plans. Unfortunately I had to ask him to postpone it. Everything indicates that the Transition will be completed tonight.

000

It is two in the morning and I am sitting in the entrance hall of the Villa, going for my third glass of blood, at this rate I will end up drunk.
Then, I see her coming, descending the steps of the stairs, so slowly, she looks like a ghost. She wears the long-sleeved white negligee she brought from my mansion in Athens, also bringing her glorious hair down. The lighting makes her clothes see-through and I instantly stiffen, noticing she is completely naked under the house dress.
I squint my eyes, materializing beside her as her bare feet leave the stairs bottom step.
— Do you want something, precious? - I ask in my softest tone.
She doesn't look at me, doesn't respond, doesn't even blink, passing me by and heading towards the front door.
It's happening.
I see her open the door and going out into the night and to the garden. I allow her to move a few steps away frow. She stops on a strip of grass, the huge full moon just in front of her, she extends her succulent neck towards the sky and sighs.
In seconds I am by her side, brushing my fingers over her skin and quickly pulling my hand away. She's burning, her body temperature is like a burning ember. She looks at me, turning her head to the side, a puzzled expression on her face, as if this is the first time she's seen me. Her eyes are gigantic, they seem to occupy her entire face.
Time has come.
Patrick, meet me in the front yard. I command through our mental link.
— Sir.-Patrick whispers materializing next to me.
Yolie has turned her back to us and is disinterestedly contemplating the gigantic moon. Zeus! She looks so sexy, in that totally see-through white dress, slowing me a clear wiew of the contours of her rounded buttocks.
I glance at Patrick, who frowns in confusion.
— I require your help old friend. - I explain, placing my hand on his shoulder.
— What is required, my Lord?
— Vim veneficae in gemini passione et in luce lunae excitandis. - I recite the phrase that is written on the cover of the Grimoire.
— Awaken the power of the Sorceress with twin passion and moonlight.- Patrick translates the phrase and looks at me in total confusion. - I don't understand it, Sir.
I slowly approach my precious little witch, biting my lip, touching her skin again and checking her temperature, it’s still extremely hot, but I find it a little more tolerable now.
— We must worship her.-I whisper.- We must take her to ecstasy both, you and me.
Patrick's eyebrows rise in scandal.
— My Lord?
I look at him, with the most serious of expressions on my face.
— I'll take her sex, you please her ... arse. - I stroke Yolie's hair, she comes closer to me , closong her eyes and sighing. - Our mission is to bring her to orgasm.
Patrick nods his head and positions himself behind Yolie.
— Give the order, Sir.
— No, old friend. This is not just another mission. Understand this ... she must be adored. - I caress the cheek of my sensual and fiery witch, looking for Patrick's eyes. - She must be loved. What we will have with her is not a simple unimportant fuck, this is an invocation ritual and must be performed with tenderness. Do you understand?
Patrick's eyes fill with understanding. He ponders the situation for a moment and his face takes on an expression of desire, as he looks at Yolie's back, an expression I have only seen him directing towards me.
— I understand, my Lord. - He whispers.
— Let's get started.
I take her hand drawing her towards me. She does not resist. Her expressionless face makes my black heart contract but I cling to her body, pressing her against me.
— Áse me na se latrépso theá. (Let me worship you goddess) - I whisper in her ear, she groans and offers me her neck. Oh, even in this deep trance state, my little witch loves it when I speak to her in Greek.
I squeeze her buttocks in my hands, pulling her against my hardened member. I seek her mouth and blend my lips with hers. We are at different heights, so she is forced to stand on her tiptoes.
Patrick strokes her hair, stuck to her back. I feel the irresistible urge to growl and push him away from her, but I hold back. I knew from the Grimoire inscription and from what I discovered in the ancient Oracle of Siwa's papyri that I had to share her at some point. The ritual requires it.
I release my sensual witch’s sweet mouth, pushing her away from me a little. The quickest thing would be to get rid of her dress by pulling up the hem up and taking it off over her head, but right now there's no rush and after days of being deprived of her body’s delights, I have no desire to make this go faster. On the contrary, I Wish to enjoy her.
I undo the front buttons of her dress one by one, slowly. The opening widens until her succulent breasts are partially visible. The star stone necklace gleams between her hardened breasts. Zeus! She is perfect. I haven't completely undressed her and I am dying to melt into one with her.
Patrick tugs at the sleeves, exposing our witch's shoulders. Yes, for tonight she's OURS. I caress her neck with my lips, inhaling her scent and Patrick sticks his lips to one of her bare shoulders, kissing her, our witch gasps and trembles in response.
The fabric descends, slowly, exposing more of her breasts to my hungry gaze, her dark areolas and then her hardened nipples make my mouth water. The dress falls a bit, revealing her belly and finally exposing her thighs and legs. The only clothing that covered her, now rests on the ground around her feet.
By all the gods of Olympus! I want her so fucking much right now. Her dark skin’s totally kissed by moonlight, her hair is loose and billowy, her nakedness drives me mad... she is... she is... I growl. Fucking perfect!
I claim her mouth again. Her arms go to link behind my neck. Her nymph body arches and I see Patrick stroking her back the way she likes it, moving the palms of his hands spread wide and running it up her entire spine, rising, agonizingly slow from her buttocks to her neck.
— Ah. - moans my little Sorceress. I keep my mouth glued to hers for as long as possible. If she starts moaning, screaming or gasping I'm going to come right here. Having her and Patrick together is an overload on my senses.
— Let’s try laying her down on the grass. - I whisper.
Between caresses and kisses we manage to get her to lie on her side on the grass. In a couple of pulls I have removed my clothes, needing to feel her skin against mine. This long prelude is killing me. I tenderly place one of my hands between her legs. Zeus! She is so wet she doesn't need any further preparation, moving my hips between hers I feel her squirming with desire. She is incredibly erotic, tonight she seems the very personification of Aphrodite.
I release her lips and in a fluid movement of my hips go inside her to the bottom.
Zeus!
She shudders and gasps, arching her back and offering me her breasts. Her face is no longer expressionless. Her eyes are alert and they look at me with a carnal expression while she’s breathing heavily through her parted lips.
I amuse myself by licking her neck for a few minutes and she groans. I smile against her skin. She is impatient for me to move within her but I lick her chin.
I see she closes her eyes and moan. A quick glance tells me that Patrick has wet his fingers and is stroking her rear entrance with one of them. Yolie bites her lower lip and moves raising her braising, wanting for more.
Oh, my little slut likes anal play. Hmmm, maybe I should have taken her over there instead of leaving it to Patrick.
I start to move. Slowly. She looks at me and I kiss her again, tangling my fingers in her hair and continuing to move inside her.
Patrick inserts a second finger in her and it makes her groan. Now I am able to feel the movements of Patrick's fingers against my movements. Yolie babbles in Spanish, incoherently, her breathing is ragged, her whole body shakes.
Oh no, precious. You can't come yet.
— Patrick. - I rush him.
— I'm ready, sir.
Slowly, very slowly I feel him claim Yolie's insides from the opposite side. Very soon we are both completely inside her.
I have never seen her more beautiful, she's is a vision, the clearest representation of lust in its purest and wildest state. We haven't started moving inside her yet and we're all three sweaty and out of breath already. Her body is tense with anticipation and her temperature continues to hover around forty degrees Celsius.
I glance at Patrick over my night goddess's bare shoulder and at my signal we begin to move as one, first we take an alternating rhythm, I attack and Patrick withdraws, Patrick attacks and I withdraw, rhythmically.
She goes crazy, trying to scratch me with her nails and I am forced to hold her wrists in one of my fists and over her head. We increase the speed of our thrust in her wet and slippery insides. She opens her eyes wide and gasps.
I close my mouth over one of her swollen nipples and she screams.
Her cry must have been heard two miles from here. I take one of Patrick's hands and place it on Yolie's voluptuous left breast. Patrick strokes it, squeezes it in his palm, and pinches the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
I insert my tongue into of my sexi mikrí magissa's mouth, in an attempt to silence her loud and spirited cries of pleasure.
She spreads her legs for me and pushes her buttocks against Patrick, she’s loving it! She really enjoins having us both inside her. We change our rhythm again, now we both attack together and retreat at the same time, doing her faster, harder, taking her almost to the point of pain.
My lustful witch's heart threatens to leap out of her chest. She moans and cryes against my lips, even managing to bite me. I accelerate the speed of my thrusts and Patrick plays along. In a couple of crude and merciless plunges I feel Yolie's internal muscles begin to contract rhythmically.
She moans while she comes, against my mouth,let out her a sob of pleasure for all the world to know . Her cry of release echoes in the garden and reverberates throughout the Villa.
I thrust into her a couple more times this, a little more desperately until and I release myself inside her, closing my eyesz grinding my teeth to keep from moaning and enjoying the dizzying sensation that washes over me. At Yolie's back, Patrick's breathing is ragged and heavy. I suspect he too has reached his climax.
Thank goodness I sent the extra security guards back to Athens yesterday. Otherwise we would have ended up doing the ritual with an full audience.
A purple flash arises from the Star stone. I withdraw from between my precious' legs and Patrick abandons her rear, slowly.
He and I dress quickly. I communicate to him through the mental link and he disappears for a few seconds, to return holding one of the ceremonial robes.
Yolie continues lying on the grass, on her side until her eyes pop open suddenly. The irises of her eyes are purplish as is the gleam that comes off the stone in the golden chain between her breasts.
She moves slowly, standing up, then looks at me and Patrick with disdain.Her hair seems suspended in the air, like it’s floating on a ghostly wind.
We both get down on one knee. Patrick offers her the clothing he is holding in his hands and she takes, dressing silently while we keep our gazes averted.
We have brought back the spirit of Yoleandra Bruxain.