Page 2 of Cursed Desires
Draining the last of my tea, I rinse out my cup and put it in the dish strainer to let it air dry.“All right, well it’s well past midnight, now,” I say, “and I’m exhausted, to be honest, not to mention I’m totally over having a wet butt.So, I think I’m going to have a hot shower and turn in for the night.I haven’t organized a cat bed or anything yet, obviously.I’m sorry, but you’re more than welcome to sleep anywhere you like.My home is your home now.”Salem purrs in feline appreciation, content to finish his meal while I go about my ablutions.
I had no idea that finding the right companion—a true familiar—could fill me with such an instant sense of innate happiness.There’s just something about my lovely black-as-night cat that makes my soul feelcompletein a way that I can’t quite describe.The ritual does say that we’ll be bound forevermore, I muse.With a final giddy glance back, I wander off to the bathroom to wash and change into my pajamas.
Switching on the taps, I strip out of my cold ceremonial garb and the room begins to fill up with steam.A minute later hot water flows over my cool skin and I shiver as heat infuses my flesh once more.Lathering up my hair, I crane my neck back and revel in the floral scent with a sigh.It’s my favorite—midnight jasmine and cedarwood.
Bubbles trail their way luxuriously down my body in soapy rivulets, over my breasts and between my thighs, to swirl down the drain at my feet.The bathroom door creaks open, and I smile, my eyes still closed in bliss.“Hello, Salem,” I coo, certain the slinky feline has followed me and found his way into the bathroom.Rinsing the last of the suds from my hair, I wipe the water from my eyes to find my golden-eyed beauty sitting on the other side of the glass, regarding me with his ethereal gaze.
“You’re such a good boy,” I say as I turn off the water and step out of the shower, dripping onto the plush mat beneath my feet.I bend over at the waist, my full breasts falling forward, my nipples forming stiff peaks in the cool beyond the steam of the glass cubicle.I give him a quick scratch, before roughly drying my long red hair and running the fluffy black towel over the rest of me.
“That feels so much better,” I breathe, slipping into my freshly washed flannel pajamas.Then, running a comb through my curly locks to avoid morning tangles, I wrap up my nightly routine by brushing my teeth.I literally feel like a million dollars.Warm, relaxed, refreshed, content, and a proud witch with her very own familiar.I could probably walk on air if I tried!Salem feels more like home than it ever has—and I was born here—it’s beautiful and humbling all at once.
Salem rubs up against my shins, then follows me from the bathroom like my proverbial shadow.He’s already so loyal and attached!The simple realization brings a smile to my face, and I yawn.It’s definitely time for sleep.Leaving the candles alight on my altar, as well as by the window to burn out with the waning hours of All Hallows’ Eve, I pull back the covers of my four-poster canopy bed and climb in, instantly overwhelmed by its welcoming softness.
“Mm,” I sigh, adjusting the pillows behind me.Snuggling under the blankets, I get settled in, grateful to be back indoors and tucked away from the elements.It’s not as cold as winter just yet, but based on the chill factor alone, it’s on its way, that’s for sure.Salem jumps up and walks over me, practically vibrating like a furry little motor.“Are you going to sleep with me?”I ask, giving him more scratches around his ears, and then under his chin.
He closes his eyes in elegant kitty bliss, nuzzling into my hand with his wet nose, before kneading my breasts from on top of the covers with some serious affection.A laugh escapes me.I couldn’t be happier.“Aw.That’s fine by me,” I say, my heart full.“Make yourself at home, and Happy Halloween, Salem.I’m glad you’re here with me.”Salem curls up on my chest, comfortable as anything.It’s like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it’s something he’s always done—like it was meant to be.
If I’d had even the slightest inkling that finding my familiar would birth such a sense of harmony within me, I would have attempted to summon one years ago!No wonder witches have always had familiars throughout history, I marvel.It makes so much sense, now.I’m not going to be alone anymore!I can hardly believe it.Tears of happiness prick at the corners of my eyes as they flutter closed.
Our connection just feels so natural and perfectly in sync that I drift off to sleep in short order, lulled by the adorable sound of his steady, breathy purrs, feeling more at peace and content than I have in as long as I can remember.With my very last spark of consciousness before the darkness claims me completely, I lace my fingers through Salem’s midnight fur and thank the spirits again.“Blessed be,” I whisper.
Chapter Three
Pleasure thrums throughmy body and I moan, instinctively spreading my legs wide to invite more.The shadows in the room dance and moonlight streams in, the candles on my windowsill low.I stretch, languid like a cat, and smile dreamily, raising myself up onto my elbows.I glance down to find a dark-haired stranger with skin as black as night reverently tonguing my clit.
“Oh, my Goddess,” I gasp, bolts of living electricity sizzling along my nerves, all the way from my fingers to my toes.A pair of brilliant golden eyes with strangely familiar vertical irises meets my gaze.“What a dream,” I murmur, reaching down to tangle my fingers in the lovely, lush, black locks of my dream-lover, encouraging him to greater depravity.A moment later I feel the distinct and delicious intrusion of two fingers.They pump inside me, curling viciously upward as they plunder, reaching for the depths of my desire.
I release my dream-lover to grasp at fistfuls of blanket, unable to stop myself writhing against the wicked onslaught of my cunt.“Fuck, yes!”I cry out, my pussy aching with an almost painfully tangible need.“Please,” I beg.“Please, I want your cock!”My clit tingles and throbs along to the beat of my racing heart.It’s an exquisite agony and I find myself thanking the spirits of the All Hallows’ Eve for visiting me in my sleep.Wrapping up Halloween with a nasty visit from an incubus as I dream is just the cherry on top of an already wonderful, successful, and magical night.
“You want my cock, baby?”my otherworldly visitor asks, his glittering, golden eyes flashing as he moves up the bed, his lithe and muscular body hovering over me.“Are you sure?”he hisses.
“Please,” I beg again, the whine in my voice betraying my desperate need.“I’ve been alonesolong.”And it’s true.It’s been a few years since my last boyfriend and self-pleasure only scratches the itch so far...
The impossibly sexy stranger seizes my wrists, pinning them above my head in the pillows before his lips catch mine with a bruising hunger.Lost in his kiss, he steals the breath from me as he plunges his cock into my sopping wet pussy, impaling me deep, hard, and fast.
I gasp into his mouth, arching my back, the sensation of being stretched and filled deliciously and mind-blowingly real.This is the best dream I’ve ever had!But the heavenly pleasure is interrupted a moment later when he moves to withdraw and I feel pain.It’s sharp and brief but drags a cry from my lips.His cock is hurting me ...like it’s covered in tiny spines.It feels like being rubbed with sandpaper, but a heartbeat later there’s pleasure once more.The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain is breathtaking, intense, and mind blowing all at once.
