The Bloodlust Cycle - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Juxtaposition

The candles were lit one by one. Each burned with a sweet smell that filled the stone room. Mathew lay back in a large circle of the candles, his arms crossed, eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping, as he appeared to be. His mind was elsewhere, looking for a Her, the Catalyst... the one that the Dark Ones must never have... the Chosen One... the one that only he must have.

Anais lay in bed, her own bed. She was alone, left to her wandering mind's fancy, pondering the two men she had been with the previous night. Anias smiled, she had never been with two men before. The achievement felt sinful, mischievous, wicked. Her hands wandered, as memories of last night returned to her attention... She sat up, still smiling.

She went to the bathroom, and her hands turned the faucet and pulled the metal switch. Water poured forth from the showerhead, hissing as it splashed on the shower floor. She looked at the mirror as it began to steam. Something seemed different about the woman in the mirror. The reflection seemed radiant, confident, powerful. Anais smiled, looking at her reflection, and her reflection looked back.

Anais fetched a new bottle of bodywash. The tab on the top of the bottle popped open, and the smell of peaches filled the air. Her dress fell to the floor... then her bra. She looked in the mirror again, at the naked wicked-woman. She touched the button on a remote control, and the sounds of loud and fast techno music played through her apartment. She began to sway to the fast music. Anais stepped into the shower and closed the stall door.

Her eyes closed as the hot water tickled her body... She thought of the Perfect Man in her fantasies... the one who always came to her thoughts in the shower. A sigh of happiness came to her as she thought of what her Perfect Man would do to her... his hands caressing... tongue probing... the fantasy took hold of her and she shook.

Anais rested her back against the wall, a dab of the liquid soap rubbing and lathering in her palms. She licked her lips as she ran the slick hands over her body... sliding against her wet skin... slipping over... she began to moan as her hands squeezed her breasts.

Mathew watched from his meditation room. He watched her assume the lustful trance he needed, to be able travel to her. He waited for her body to call to him... he waited... patient...

Anais ran a hand up and down her belly... still holding her breast in her other hand. Her eyes closed... needing to feel his hand on her. Come to me... she pleaded for his touch.

Mathew smiled. It was time.

She felt like she was being watched and opened her eyes. Her fantasy man stood before her, and she smiled. The music was quick... almost violent. Mathew looked at Anais, a smile on his sharp face. Mathew said nothing - his greeting was a soft kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around him, quivering beneath his touch. Her hand reached down, taking his member in her palm.

Mathew closed his eyes, smiling. "Anais... I am not your fantasy..."

Anais pumped her soapy hand over his manhood, feeling it harden under her wet touch. He moaned, and his hands began to explore her, caressing her breasts and rubbing her slippery nipples.

"I don't care... I want you." Anais pumped his shaft harder.

The soap foamed over his shaft, sending electric shocks through his body. "Anais, this is not your fantasy... this is real."

She looked up at her fantasy man as his fingers tickled down her body... between her legs... up and down her skin.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Mathew. Mage of the Art of Sense."

She shivered, looking up at this very vivid figment of her imagination... gasping as his hand cupped her sex. She moaned as the fingers of his slick hand ran so delicately over her flower... teasing...

"Sensation is my power, Anais. When you thought about me, you could feel my hands, lips, tongue upon you. I make illusions into sweat reality."

He slipped his fingers into her... probing her... her eyes widened, both hands now pumping on his erect tool.

She started moving her hips to meet his fingers. Looking into his dark eyes, she was confused, filled with desire, unable to prevent herself from surrendering to this man. He turned her body around, and pushed her naked chest against the cold plastic wall. Anais looked, and saw metal chains and manacles emerge from the wall and close around her wrists. She felt his fingers still probing... invading her. His hot breath was on her ear now... his tongue running along its length. She felt his other hand cover her breast... squeezing her nipple.

The music got louder as she felt his body press against hers. She pushed back and tried to roll her hips against his hand... her mind and body unable to think. She needed release, her mind was hungry, bestial. Anais tugged at the chains binding her arms, but did not feel fear. This was part of the fantasy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, wanting to feel more than his hands... wanting him within her.

Mathew smiled, his thumb rubbing over her hardened clit. He smiled, knowing that he had control. Anais was looking back at him... and then something happened.

Mathew was no longer in control and fell forward against Anais, his arms along her arms, legs against her legs, his crotch against her ass and his shaft pressed between her thighs. He shuddered as the feelings of her body flowed through his. Mathew felt the chains on his arms and the manacles, the teasing...

"Finally... the Catalyst Awakens."

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A Man and Woman walked up the dormitory stairs. He wore a black suit, very respectable. She wore a red leather bustier, thigh high boots, long red gloves. They were hunting today. Appearance was everything.

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Pressed against each other, their bodies wet and writhing... Mathew bit her neck. Anais shook... He shifting his hips, angling his cock to slide against her entrance. Anais spread her feet slightly and pushed back against him. She felt his cock slide up into her and she moaned loudly.

The music seemed louder, more colourful... the screams got louder as the pace of the sex hastened... faster.

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The Man and Woman arrived at the door.

She paused for a second.. listening, she could hear the sound of a familiar band. She smiled. "It's as though they're expecting me..."

And when you peel back my eyes I see the pain and feel alive.

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Mathew stopped moving. His body tensed. "Shit Anais! Get a robe on!"

The chains disappeared, and Matthew hastily opened the shower door. A black robe appearing on his body.

Anais exhaled and followed him out of the shower, confused, disappointed. "What's wrong?"

My hatred heaps up upon this fire,
It burns inside and you blow higher!

Anais put her white cotton bathrobe on. Her body was still wet.

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"Now, Balseraph."

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But I don't need you anymore! 
You cannot hurt me anymore!

The sound of the door being kicked open cracked through the room. Mathew extended his senses outside the bathroom, and saw two people... a man, seems like a Tempter... and... oh fuck...

Get away from the fire,
Unless you want it to burn!
It burns wildfire!

Mathew looked at Anais, his face stark terror. She looked back, her mind reeling from his sudden change of mood. Mathew quickly grabbed the lid of the toilet resevoir, beating the bathroom window with it... smashing it.

Give it to me!

The Dark Goddess Xaofecta looked up, hearing a crash. She smiled, licking her lips. "It seems that she was expecting us..."

Don't take it from me!

"Anais, quick.. get out!"

She climbed out the window... and jumped into the night. She was cold and afraid. She ran... ran to the only one who could help her.

Mathew opened the bathroom door. He prayed his magick would hold out. He had a Goddess to battle.

Continued in Chapter 8

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