In the Pale Moonlight

It?s been many years since I stepped foot inside a church, yet, there I found myself standing in the aisle of St. Louis Cathedral with hundreds of others. My faith had always been deeply tied with my family, especially considering my father was a preacher while I was growing up. Later, under circumstances unknown to me, my father turned his back to his faith. One day he was up in the pulpit preaching hell-fire and brimstone, the next he swore off any and all religious affiliations. Not only for himself, but he began an unrelenting campaign to make sure his family followed him into this new godless world. For years, I?ve always wondered what could have happened to make a man, who was so righteous in his beliefs fall from it so suddenly.Despite his steadfast attempts of breaking my devotion to my faith, I remained a believer for many years following his departure. I just couldn?t turn my back so easily.*I used to keep my well-thumbed Bible hidden beneath my mattress so when I was alone, under the covers at night, I could read passages for guidance and clarity.*I'd learned to keep my beliefs to myself, knowing my father would not understand. What was the purpose of life without a higher power? Without some all-knowing being to guide our paths to Enlightenment?That all changed after Katrina.When the levees broke, along with losing material possessions and friends, I lost my dear father to the floodwaters that consumed my city. After all the devastation and suffering, I could no longer believe this all had a purpose. That this was fate. Sadly, I was ashamed of myself for realizing it took the loss of my father for me to come to terms with his decision to leave the church. How could we, a city of such strong spiritual belief and practice, be so carelessly ravaged without salvation or mercy? How could something so devastating be in His plan for us?So, ironically, there I stood -- in the one place I?ve sworn never to stand again. When the priest approached me to smear the ashen cross on my forehead, he mumbled, "Repent, and believe in the Gospel. Remember, you are dust and to dust you shall return."I received the blessing, hoping I wouldn?t burst into flames for blasphemy. Instead, for some reason, it comforted me. I felt safe and protected with this ancient sacred symbol smudged upon me. After the night I had last night with the mysterious stranger, I needed this spiritual ritual to bring me back to reality. I kept telling myself it was all just an illusion. People didn?t just vanish in a flourish of fabric and a flicker of lights. Whoever my mysterious lover was planned the whole elaborate trick. But why? And most important, why me?Leaving the church, I went about my day as normal as possible, except I had a foreboding cloud of skepticism creeping over me the whole day. I was used to random cat-calls and attention from men down in the Quarter, but couldn?t help questioning the intentions of every golden hair goateed man I crossed paths with on the street. That guy at the counter of my favorite beignet shop, did he just wink at me? The bike messenger as he sped past me, why did he smile at me like that?*I knew it was just my imagination playing games on me, but the sense of someone always two steps behind me was very overwhelming. The entire day I felt on pins and needles, paranoid and waiting for this mysterious lover of mine to tap me on the shoulder and reveal the truth behind his identity and vanishing act.Finally, after an uneventful day at work, I arrived safely home. By then, I was convinced the whole illicit encounter was a hallucination brought upon by too much drinking and the excitement of the Mardi Gras celebrations.*Another reason I needed to renew my faith to the church.* Good church-going girls didn?t lead strange men into back alleyways for hedonistic pleasures, I scolded myself.After a quiet and modest home-cooked dinner, I gave in to the relaxing pleasure of an aromatic bubble bath before turning in for the night. The warmth of the water was very soothing to my tense muscles. I sighed in relief, at last able to feel serenity as I sank deeper into the vintage porcelain claw foot tub.That night, sleep came quick yet it was filled with a rehashing of my actions of the previous night. Images of the tall, golden hair lover as he ravaged me flashed before my eyes. The taste of his wine stained lips haunted me. His touch was branded on my flesh as I relived that soul-rattling orgasm again and again. Whatever magic or voodoo he invoked took root in me and I couldn't shake it loose. Or did I want to?With avcılar escort bayan a soft moan, I woke up from the racy dream laying in a puddle of moisture. I realized it wasn?t just my panties that were soaked. The cotton camisole I pulled on after my bath was completely drenched and clung to my heaving breasts. Even though I had left the windows open for the refreshing night time air and I could actually see the gauzy white curtains rippling in the light cool breeze, none of that cool breeze reached me. Maybe during the middle of the night, the old furnace kicked on, I thought as I pulled myself up from the sweat-drenched sheets.I exchanged my soiled underwear and cami for a fresh clean pair before I walked to the kitchen. I needed a cool drink of water to relieve my parched throat. I sat the empty glass in the sink and headed back to my bedroom. Passing the microwave, the time display caught my attention. The digitized green numbers glowed eerily and read 6:66. How is that even possible? I'd laid in bed at ten o?clock, maybe only two or three hours ago. Maybe the power went out during the night then came back on, causing the time to reset. Could it have caused the issue with the furnace, too? As I made my way back to my bedroom I tried to find a rational reason for this strange event. Clearly, there was a power outage in the old vintage house. I?ll investigate in the morning and find out that I was right.* Of course, I?ll be right because any other possibility is just insanity.?Camille.?Startled, I stopped in my tracks as I heard my name carried on a soft whisper, barely audible yet definitely heard.?Who?s there?? I spoke out in the empty room feeling a little foolish for doing so.?Camille, my love.?The whispering voice filled the room yet didn?t reveal a source from which it originated.?This isn?t funny. Whoever you are, reveal yourself, or... or I?ll call the police,? I warned, trying to sound confident and strong, not frightened like I actually was.At that moment, at the windows, a strong gust of wind blew inward causing the gauzy curtains to billow and flap in the breeze. When the breeze died down, a tall dark figure was standing there, silhouetted in the pale moonlight.Seeing the ominous figure appear from thin air frightened me even more. I turned in a hurry to leave the room. In that instance, the mysterious figure was now standing between me and the doorway. I gasped as I realized it was my anonymous lover from last night, who also just had a starring role in my steamy sex dream. The same clear blue eyes and blond goatee stood before me. But, this time, he was unmasked and uncloaked, revealing his full appearance to me. He was more handsome than I remembered. His smoldering good looks held me captive as I tried to make sense of what was happening.?Camille, don?t be frightened,? he spoke softly.?H... how can I not be frightened? You stalked me into a dark alley last night, had your way with me, then vanished the second I tried to find out who you were. Now, here you are standing in my house, and I?m not supposed to be frightened?? I summoned up the courage to stand my ground with this overly attractive stranger.?Last night,? as he spoke these words his thin lips drew up into a wicked smile, as his dazzling azure eyes slowly moved up and down my nearly naked body, ?you were more than willing last night, but it wasn?t the right moment to reveal myself.??The right moment for what? Who are you anyway? How do you know my name? How did you know where I live? Did you follow me? I should just call the cops.? I reached for my cell phone on the night table but it suddenly flew across the room to the stranger?s hand. I couldn?t believe my eyes. ?Di... did that just happen???I wouldn?t do that if I were you, my love. You have a lot of questions. I can help you with those, but you have to come to me.? He gracefully extended his hand toward me. I had a flashback of that same hand sliding between my thighs and into my wet cunt last night. Everything about this man was refined and elegant yet with an underlying sinister and sexual appeal. I found myself lifting my hand to his.?No, I?m not going to you,? I said as I shook my head to get rid of the memories and backed away from his outstretched hand. No matter how sexually appealing I found him to be, I vowed not to give in so easily like I did the night before. One wanton act per week was all I could afford on my conscious. It was enough that he had infiltrated my dreams.?Camille, please know I?m not here to cause you any harm. I will never take beylikdüzü escort bayan you against your will. In fact, I can?t. It?s your choice, it?s always your choice. You know, free will and all.??If I decide to go with you, you need to tell me who you are first,? I said putting up a brave front.?Fair enough,? he grinned in agreement. His tone was so matter-of-fact and cocky as he introduced himself, ?I am Lucius, Prince of the Darkness, son of Lucifer, and I am your husband to be.??My husband?? I asked doubtfully.?Fiancé. It?s an arranged marriage, so to say.??Arranged by whom?? I asked even more curious.?Our fathers, of course. Your beloved father, the late Reverend Josiah Devereaux struck a deal with my father. It took place a little over 30 years ago. Your father and his lovely wife, Marisol, wanted a baby. They tried for years without success, then one day the miracle happened and young Marisol was blessed with a child. During the labor, there were some complications. It was clear only one would make it -- Marisol or the struggling precious baby girl. Your father prayed to the Heavens, but his favors had already been answered with the gift of the baby. In tears and on his knees, he turned his prayers to my father, pleading for a bargain. My father isn?t an unreasonable man, despite what some may think, and he loves a good bargain. So, he answered the Reverend?s prayers and, well, you know how that turned out -- you are here. In return, my father brokered the betrothal. We became engaged and on your 18th birthday, you were to become my Princess as we joined hands in marriage.??My father would never do anything like that. He didn?t believe in the devil, or Lucifer, or whatever you want to call him,? I said in horrid disbelief.?Your father was a believer of Heaven and Hell. He was such a fiery preacher on the pulpit, as you recall. So very sure about the 'evils' of the world and turning away from sin to cleanse the soul.??But he turned his back on the church when I was only sixteen. He no longer believed in God or anything for that matter,? I explained.?But the deal was already set, not even his untimely demise could break a deal with my father.?Suddenly, it all became clear to me why my father rejected the church so venomously. If all of what Lucius said was true, my father had been trying to save me. He must have realized that time was drawing near on his deal with Lucius' father as I was growing older.?But I don?t believe. I don?t believe in God!? I countered defiantly. ?And I don?t believe in you or your so called father. This is just a bad dream and... and my overworked imagination.?Lucius stepped forward with a cunning smile, ?You keep telling yourself that, but you keep a deep dark secret, don?t you???I don?t know what you are talking about?? I took a step back.?You went inside St. Louis Cathedral today.*It was the first time you stepped foot inside a church in almost ten years. How did that make you feel??I shrugged my shoulders, indifferent, ?I don?t know. After last night, I just needed???To cleanse your sins, of sorts???Yes, I guess.??Because you still believe that He could do that for you," Lucius gave a brief gesture to above before continuing, "You'd experienced something you couldn?t explain, and so sought some explanation from Him, but really that power is within you. Don?t tell me you didn?t sense it, either. You willingly gave your body to me, Camille, and for a flicker of a moment, you witnessed just a taste of the power that you hold inside you.? Could he be right? Last night, as he made his way through the crowds towards me, I saw the aura surrounding him as the crowds parted and made way for him. All my senses were heightened. All the sounds and smells of the Mardi Gras celebration in the French Quarter were overwhelming. Even as I ran away from him, I felt a magnetic pull towards him. Or was it me drawing him to me? When he finally caught up with me I didn?t sense any malevolent intentions. In fact, just the opposite. His touch was strong yet very gentle, almost lovingly. As I orgasmed from the skillful play of his tongue, the dim amber lights in the alley pulsated in timing with each rolling tide of my pleasure. And now tonight wasn?t I just dreaming of him. Did*I somehow just summoned him to me, again??Lucius...? I hesitated as I came to realize that the beast that had awakened wasn?t him*but, me!?Yes, Camille, my love, don?t be afraid to want me.??But I?m not afraid. Not of you,? I said calmly as I curiously extended my fingertips to touch his handsome esenyurt escort face. At the slightest caress, I could already feel a current of electricity charged within me. There was an electric buzz vibrating throughout my body, growing stronger the longer my fingers explored his skin. It was surprisingly arousing. I felt my nipples tighten and a slow trickle of wetness between my thighs as the mysterious power grew inside me. ?I... I?m afraid of myself.??Don?t be afraid, my love,? he brought my fingertips to his lips to kiss them softly. He gently pulled me closer into his arms. ?This is your destiny. You were made for me, and I for you.?I felt the truth in his words as he lowered his lips to mine. I didn't hesitate or shrink away from his touch as before. No, now I wanted his touch more than ever. I craved his touch. I hungrily returned his kiss, eager to taste and drink of his wine, again.As we made our way toward my bed, I couldn?t control the need to get this magnificent creature naked and pressed against my heated skin. I peeled his shirt off revealing his well-crafted abs and chest. I lowered my mouth to taste his skin. My mouth kissed, licked, sucked, even bared my teeth to nip at his flesh. He was at my mercy now as I took pleasure exploring my newfound purpose.Determined, I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt between his legs.*His smile, stunning although cocksure, seemed to mock me, knowing that he could just as easy wield his strength and overpower me at any moment. But for now, his impressive body laid out in submission before me. I slid my hands inside his pants and found what I really desired, his powerful thick cock.*The urge to join with Lucius was overwhelming. My hungry sex was hot and wet, as I straddled his waist and pushed down on the thick tip of his rod. A loud moan escaped my lips when he entered my slick pink center. Guided by primal desires, my hips took over, sliding up and down his hard shaft, stretching and filling my cunt with his amazing shaft. It felt empowering sitting on top of this majestic man, feeling his entire body respond to mine with every touch.Lucius wrapped his hands around my plump ass and thrust his hips upwards. I screamed in surprise, not expecting that he could fill me even more. So far, he had allowed me to do as I pleased with him but now, it was his turn to show me his true strength and power. His cock felt endless as he thrust up harder and deeper into me. Each time I cried out in pleasure.?Oh my God!? I screamed arching my back as I reached a delicious orgasm.?I?m far from God, Camille,? he grinned, teasing me.?I don?t care, just keep fucking me!? I cried out desperately.In one swift movement, Lucius rolled over in the bed, reversing our positions. He knelt over my pliable body while I laid on my back. His large hands traveled down my shapely legs, taking hold of my ankles in a vise-like grip as he held them east and west. He began to slowly plow deeper into my mecca."Yes!" I managed a scream as his hard body connected with mine, pushing me farther into the mattress and pillows, pushing me further into ecstasy.His intense blue eyes hovered over me, expressing his satisfaction in our fated consummation. I didn't dare close my eyes or look away from him. He was beautiful and held my complete attention. I clung to him, raking my nails over his muscular back. Leaving my mark on him as he left his mark on me. He didn't flinch from the pain nor drop pace as he thrust into me over and over. Consequently, the build up of my climax hit hard, sending me into a delirious state of euphoria.*It was the most spiritual event I've ever experienced. The pure pleasure that radiated from my body was one of a kind. I knew I would never experience this level of pleasure with anyone else. Nor did I want to."Camille." I faintly heard him whisper my name as he lowered his lips to mine.?What... Who am I?? I asked weakly when my fast spinning world began to slow down and my breathing returned to normal.?Many years I've searched for you, Camille. So, imagine my surprise when I finally laid eyes on you last night.? As he spoke, Lucius loosened his grip on my ankles as he glided his body over my sweat-sheened body. ?It was unmistakable. You are the one I have been searching for for over a decade, Camille. My love, my Dark Princess, you are my Promised. You are my wife.?I didn't fully understand the breadth of commitment he spoke of just yet, my mind was still reeling from the amazing sex and the slow grind of him against my overly sensitive clit. I knew it was just a respite for me, as he was still rock hard and buried deep inside me. At this realization, I moaned and sank my brown fingers into his golden hair, pulling his face closer to mine."If I'm yours, then you are mine," I claimed him."Yes, I'm yours, Camille," Lucius agreed."Then don't hold back.