Phantasmagoria Part 18

Quickly the ghost covered her lips with his and swallowed the sound. His tongue slid in to stroke hers, and Bess's brain turned to mush. She returned the kiss without thinking; his kisses felt so familiar, so right.

"That's my Bess," he whispered against her lips. Her skin was soft and fragrant with the perfume of lavender soap and aroused female. "Never could resist my kisses."

Bess moaned as his mouth slid down her throat, nibbling and licking his way to the captured breast in his palm. G.o.ddess, his mouth felt so d.a.m.n good, she just couldn't find it in her to resist him. His wet mouth slid over her nipple. His tongue swirled and licked, then sucked it completely into his mouth. His teeth raked her sensitive flesh lightly and her breath caught. He suckled and nipped, savoring her like a starving man.

"Oh my G.o.d," Bess moaned and arched into his mouth. "What the h.e.l.l are you doing? I thought I sent you back." Waves of pleasure surged from her nipples down into her damp cleft. His mouth thoroughly feasting on her full breast, she felt a surprisingly solid hand slide down her ribcage, and across her soft belly.

"I came back to finish what we started." His palm covered her shaven mound and explored her. A finger slid into her wet flesh, then tapped at her sensitive c.l.i.t, making her hips buck in eagerness.

"What?" Bess couldn't think through her need. She hadn't felt this frantic and hungry for any man in ages. He slid his finger in deep and stroked her from within. He pressed and tapped a sensitive spot buried within her, and she found herself suddenly on the very edge of a powerful climax. Her thighs tried to open wide under his legs.

"Oh G.o.d, Bess. I can feel you wet and ready for me, my girl." He said with a panting breath. "I confess I can't wait, it's been too long." His hand left her saturated depths and the bed shook as he struggled to unb.u.t.ton his breeches one-handed. He sighed as his painful erection slid from its entrapment. In a swift move, he released her captured wrists, then covered her with the full weight of his body. Bess's naked b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed into the silk of his s.h.i.+rt. He drove his buckskin-covered knees between her thighs, spreading her wide.

Hard flesh pressed against Bess's softness. Mindless in her pa.s.sion, Bess gripped his shoulders and arched her hips to brush her damp hungry opening against his eager hardness. She felt the blunt head of him press inward. His hips bucked, and he surged gradually into her. His moans were loud in her ear as he pumped slowly, deeper and deeper stretching her tender flesh to accommodate his girth and length. Her hips rose hungrily to meet his and he pulled away to surge hard back into her to the hilt.

"I've haven't had a f.u.c.k in so d.a.m.n long, Bess..." he moaned. "I'd forgotten that it could be this d.a.m.n good." He panted as he thrust himself into her moist depths; his pace and strength increasing as his excitement took over.

Bess felt his c.o.c.k pressing and stimulating that sensitive inner spot his fingers had discovered deep within, and she was shoved with each thrust closer and closer to the edge. Her lips parted and she moaned, thinking of nothing but her urgency to reach that pinnacle. She lifted her hips, matching rhythm with his and bolts of pleasure rocked her body as she was pounded closer to climax.

"That's my girl, that's my girl," the ghost panted into Bess's ear. "Let it go, take your pleasure, f.u.c.k me darling, f.u.c.k me hard," he whispered in encouragement. His hands slid down and under to cup the firm muscles of her a.s.s, raising her to meet his hard thrusts.

Bess's hips lifted hard against him over and over in increasing speed and power. Her hands slid from his shoulders, and her fingers dug into the hardness of his doeskin-clad b.u.t.tocks to press him deeper into her. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh was loud in the room.

"Come on, come on. I'm almost there myself..."

Suddenly she froze. A searing bolt of pleasure howled through her in a waterfall of tremors. Her mouth opened to scream, and he again swiftly covered her lips with his own.

He hammered hard into her slick, trembling flesh, then felt the inner tightening of his b.a.l.l.s. He was almost there, just a bit more. He thrust as deep as he could go, howling his own triumph into her mouth as he arched his back and poured himself into her. He moaned long and hard as he pumped his seed deep into her, and was milked dry by her sucking inner walls. With a soft sigh, he fell atop her and they both collapsed, exhausted, onto the blankets. Aimory leaned over her and kissed her, gently but thoroughly.

"Now-sleep!" he commanded. Within moments, Bess was asleep. "Nice to know that little spell still works too." Sighing, he carefully rose from her bed and collected his clothes.

"You were definitely worth the wait, my love," he whispered to Bess. He watched her sleep as he dressed. "Tomorrow is another day, and our adventures together have only just begun," he whispered to the sleeping witch.

"I've got a man's body again, hot d.a.m.n," he whispered, jubilant. "Now that I know that the Alchemist's spells still work, I can rejoin the living world and find out what happened to my dead body."

He eyed the window he had entered with grave doubts. "Guess I'll have to take the stars," he muttered. The door unlocked with a tiny click, then swung open a few inches. With the softest of breaths, he slipped out the door. The candles winked out leaving the room doused in dim starlight that was fading quickly with the coming dawn.

* Visitation *

Bess stood on the steps of the Merryweather Bed and Breakfast and waved good-bye to her cousin Alex as the car crunched out of the small gravel drive. Breakfast had been a quiet affair, and for that, Bess was truly thankful. Both Grimoires were safely hidden in the oversized handbag on her shoulder.

"Peace and quiet at last!" she announced to the empty parking lot. Sighing happily, she took a deep breath of the balmy air. The late morning sun was just beginning to get uncomfortably warm.

"Well the world has certainly changed since my day," announced a familiar voice from just behind her.

Snapping around, eyes wide in shock, Bess came face to face with the highwayman from last night. His wide grin and green eyes were only inches from her nose.

"Good morning, Bess, my sweet."

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?" she squeaked. Bess leaped two steps off the porch in sheer surprise, then took a hard look at him. He appeared to have taken a shower somewhere, and gotten a change of clothes. He was dressed in snug jeans and a short-sleeved T-s.h.i.+rt in forest green.

"Well, since you're here and I'm here, are you ready to help me find my missing body?" he grinned.

"I thought you were a..."

"A wet dream?"

"A ghost," she snapped in annoyance.

"Maybe I'm both?" he suggested with a leer.

"Maybe you're a pain in the a.s.s?" she countered sweetly.

"Bess, I'm shocked!" Aimory said dramatically. "I had no idea you might be into that sort of thing," he purred with a lascivious grin. "There is always tonight!"

"What sort of thing? Oh! You pervert!"

"Quite possibly, but what has that got to do with last night?" The highwayman smiled as he stepped closer and lunged. His hands closed on her arms and he pulled her to him.

"You..." she began and was cut off as his lips captured hers.

"Yes, me. And I'm not letting you out of my sight 'till my property is recovered and interred." He wrapped strong arms around her struggling body to keep her still.

"I have no intention."

"Ah, but I have every intention of making you moan and pant and."

"I'll have your a.s.s arrested for a.s.sault."

"What?" he growled. "After a short while, I'll fade back into being a ghost and slide right through any jail I'm locked in. You can't stop me and I'll come back to have you."

"I can stop you."

"You can't." His lips caressed her throat and Bess's breath caught as wanton s.h.i.+vers blazed down her body, hardening her nipples and dampening her panties. "Besides, you don't really want to."

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered softly. She was powerless to control her l.u.s.t.

"I need you to stay flesh, witch." He pulled her around the corner of the inn and behind some trees. With tender brute force, he backed her up against the wall of the building. "I can smell how much your body wants mine," he whispered.

Bess roused herself and shoved at the ghost's immobile shoulder. "I don't believe you," she growled.

"What can't you believe?" he asked as he nuzzled her throat. "That you were thoroughly f.u.c.ked last night by a ghost, or that you enjoyed being thoroughly f.u.c.ked by a ghost?" He was smiling. "Or that your body is looking forward to being f.u.c.ked again by a ghost?"

"Oh!" she struggled unsuccessfully against the weight of his body pressing against hers.

"You were definitely worth the wait, Bess my girl." He pressed his hips against hers, letting her feel his hard length. "See how much I need you, feel how much I want you?"

"Wait? What wait? Get off me!" she tried rolling out from under him. He stopped her with a grip on her shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" he smiled. "We have a lot of catching up to do." he chuckled as one hand raised the hem of her dress, then skimmed up her thigh to tug at her panties.

"How the h.e.l.l did you...? Were we able to...?" Bess sputtered. "Dammit, you're a ghost!" She pulled her skirt back down to cover herself.

"My name is Aimory. How were we able to f.u.c.k?" Pinning her with one hand he tugged on the buckle of his jeans. "Bess, you're a witch, remember?"

"What has my being a witch got to do with anything?" Bess protested as she tried to wriggle out of his grip.

He sighed as he freed his trapped hardness, shoving his jeans down, then went back to pulling her dress up and her panties off.

Bess opened her mouth to scream and his mouth captured hers in a fierce kiss, stealing her breath. Her scream became a moan. Without thought, she kissed him back, leaning into him. His body pressed her into the stout wall as he stroked her tongue with his. Bess felt as though she were melting. She found herself trembling for his touch as his mouth devoured hers.

His hands slid under her dress, then laid claim to her lace-bound b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he sucked at her mouth as though starved. Gently, he tugged her lace bra up and started pulling on her eager nipples. She gasped softly as her back arched into him. As though in a dream, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her.

His hands slid down the wood of the wall to cup her b.u.t.tocks. She could feel his erection hard against her stomach. With a groan he lifted her against the wall, then positioned himself. Holding her firmly, he let her slide down just enough to impale her on his c.o.c.k. She grunted into his mouth as he possessed her and he flexed his hips lodging himself firmly within. She rocked against him and he panted as he began thrusting in earnest. Her legs wrapped about his hips and she let out little whimpers as he took her against the wall of the bed and breakfast in full daylight.

"Mother of G.o.d, Bess, I can't get enough of you." he moaned in her ear, mindless in his l.u.s.t. Their sweat mingled and dripped as he rocked her against the wood, sliding in and out of her wet pa.s.sage. Damp from her excitement dribbled down his b.a.l.l.s. The sound of wet suction and their soft moans, wreathed about them as they mindlessly coupled, heedless of any pa.s.ser-bys.

He moved his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. Sucking hard, he felt her flesh trembling around his aching c.o.c.k, shudderingly close to climax.

Bess sobbed as her body screamed in raw animal need and rocked against him. She grasped him hard around the shoulders lifting and driving her body against his, rising and falling in complete abandon.

"That's my girl," he muttered to her. "Ride me love, ride me hard," Aimory whispered harshly as his own imminent climax made itself known. "Oh G.o.d, Bess, oh f.u.c.k...Oh, f.u.c.k me my lovely..." Aimory slammed her against the wall hard as he buried himself again and again as deep as he could go. His b.a.l.l.s tightened and he quivered on the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m.

Bess took a deep breath as she felt the fiery rise of building crisis. She lifted and fell wildly on his heavy c.o.c.k, digging her nails into his shoulders as pleasure snaked up with ferocity and blazed a path of glory through her.

Her mouth opened to scream and Aimory covered her lips with his, swallowing her cry of release as his own pleasure shuddered through him. She writhed hard on his iron hard shaft and he felt his b.a.l.l.s release to erupt into her warm and quivering depths.

"Bess, you are one h.e.l.l of a f.u.c.k," he said letting her slide down his body to stand back on the gra.s.s. He took her mouth in a possessive kiss. He broke the kiss and Bess's eyes opened to see his cheeky grin. "As I was saying before, witches can give flesh to ghosts temporarily. All it takes is willing contact. All I had to do was convince you that you wanted to be touched by me," he said, completely omitting the incantation he had used.

"In your case, it was easy," panted Aimory from where he leaned against her shoulder in repletion and struggled to pull his pants back up. "You're a very pa.s.sionate, l.u.s.ty woman, my girl, easily swayed by seduction."

"Oh! I'll show you contact!" growled Bess. Furious, she swung a fist at him.

"Now, that wasn't nice!" laughed the ghost, ducking out of the way. He caught her wrist. "Now that we've gotten that over with, are you ready to go look at where I used to be interred and see what your powers can find?"

"You are an a.s.shole, Aimory."

"We'll get to that later," he responded as he helped her get her dress together.

"Where are my panties?"

"I have them safe and sound right here," he said waving the sc.r.a.p of cotton and lace. He shoved them in his pocket.

"Hey!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about these, you'll not be needing them any time soon."

To be continued...

Temple of Lillith.

Love Immortal.

For PsiVamp.

* Overture *

"It's perfect, exactly what I need for my private ritual." The ceremonial magician grinned and pulled off his sungla.s.ses to wipe his eyes with his sleeve. "A completely abandoned Egyptian temple out in the middle of nowhere, and n.o.body knows that I'm here." He tucked the dark gla.s.ses into his s.h.i.+rt pocket. Squinting his aqua eyes, he noticed how close the orange sun lay against the edge of the rolling dunes. "It's going to be really dark, really soon. No hunting around the outskirts of the temple for me. Looks like I get to set up camp right away."

He stopped the Range Rover just out of casual sight, parking it close to the crumbling mud-brick wall that bordered the temple yard. He frowned at the marks in the sand as he shut off the engine.

"The tire tracks in the sand are a dead give-away that somebody is here."

He climbed out of the rover and stretched; his s.h.i.+rt strained at the seams.Hmm, he thought while staring at the templeI wonder why n.o.body's put a fence around this old relic to charge admission? Pocketing the ignition keys, he pulled the battered fedora from his head and gave his hat a smack against his leg, knocking out the dust from the hat in a cloud.

There's no real road anywhere near.He sc.r.a.ped his hand through the military-short, sun-bleached, blonde spikes of his hair and knocked the blown sand loose from his scalp.h.e.l.l, the d.a.m.n road ran out on me a long ways back, so, all those holier-than-thou Egyptologists could have missed it. He firmly pulled his hat back on.

He watched as the sand curled from the roof of the temple to pile atop the dune behind it.If this whole thing was buried in sand and the wind cleared it in the last dozen years or so, it could be that no one's found it yet, he mused. The front of the roof was only a little higher than the back. If the wind had uncovered it, it was also possible that a sirocco windstorm could blow from the other direction and bury the entire temple overnight.

Raising his arm, he at wiped the sweat and grime on his forehead. "At the speed I was flying over the sand, I think I rattled a few teeth loose." He froze in mid motion. "Oh s.h.i.+t, the violin!"

He took two strides to the back of the Rover and yanked open the trunk door. Carefully he pulled out the battered case of his violin. Flipping it open, he checked the instrument for damage after all the jouncing over the sand to get there. "Just fine." He whistled softly. "Not even dusty."

He stared hard at the waiting temple and frowned. "I have to make this f.u.c.king ritual work. I don't care if I have to raise Satan to do it, I will have my music back." He snapped the buckles to the violin case closed, then set the case carefully in the sand. "What's the use of being a musician that can't write music?"

With renewed determination, he went to get the rest of his stuff from the back of the battered Range Rover. Tossing his camping gear over his broad, muscular shoulder, he reached over grabbed his heavy, red velvet, Magical Arte bag crammed with his ritual equipment from the pa.s.senger seat. He picked up the violin case, giving the vehicle's door a shove to close it with his hip.

He slogged across the heavy sand, stepped through the narrow gateway that was square and roofless, into the temple yard, then across more sand. He climbed the worn steps and glanced up at the towering lotus-capped pillars supporting the heavy stone roof. Traces of scarlet and indigo paint lingered in the deep grooves of the sculpted pillars.

"I didn't think paint would still be on anything sitting this long in the desert," he muttered in surprise. "I just hope to whatever G.o.d that the roof is still stable on this thing," he grumbled, stepping past the threshold and into the deep shadows of the half-buried temple.

Only a few steps into the entrance, he was blinded by utter darkness. He dropped his pack on the floor to dig out his flashlight. Snapping the light on, the beam from his light tunneled back into deep shadow. He whistled softly under his breath. Big. The interior was much bigger than it looked from the outside. He focused the bright halogen beam on the walls. Brilliant animals, flowers, trees and nubile dancers leapt to colorful life under the torch beam.

"d.a.m.n, this looks like it was painted last week." He moved the light over exquisite birds and detailed antelopes cavorting in fields of reed and papyrus. "I haven't seen anything this well-preserved anywhere," he muttered.

He pointed his light up at the ceiling and took a startled breath. The entire ceiling was painted with constellations in a deep blue night sky. The whole mural glittered with stones embedded in the stone.

"I guess this temple hasn't been discovered yet." He smiled grimly. "The Egyptologists would have pulled the ceiling apart real fast." He hefted his backpack and violin, then strode deeper into the temple. His footsteps echoed as he crunched blown sand under his boot-heels.

He discovered a doorway on his right. The brilliant beam of his light slid across outset carved dancing maidens, swooping owls and reclining lions framing the doorway. A white owl spread its lapis and mother-of-pearl wings over the doorway with eyes of solid gold set with onyx.