Eternity - a Confession about Alex Forbes - part 2 of 2
SMUT ALERT: BLACK MAGIC SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE * <If someone pour holy water here today, it gonna boil. Prior, bring me a liter, please. Fun fact: Uncle Redmayne must have a foot stepping into the occult: When he played Alex, he was into black magic; when he played Jack, he was a son of a witch; (LOL!) when Osmund, he hunted and tortured witches; and now himself is the wizard Newt. Mmm, I don't know. That's SO suspicious > ****************** WARNING: CHILDREN, DO NOT TRY TO DO IT AT HOME. * * * (Continuing...) Opening the bedroom's door, Alex gave her passageway, and Grace entered in his wide room, having a sigh of admiration. The Forbes' house it was huge, there was no doubt they were a rich family, but Alex's bedroom, by itself, it was almost the size of the living room of Grace's former house, and she stood there, looking around, a little dazzled, while he closed the door, locking it. There was nothing visible around that denounced something different to the bedroom of a rich and absolutely common teenager boy, and turning on the lampshades around, Alex turned off the bright light at the roof, the room diving then into a yellowish and cozy clearness, and running into the window he opened it widely, the full moon's light that was right ahead the high window striking on his face and bathing all of the floor ahead, and with a satisfied sigh he once again turned into the inside, while saying: - Today the moon's phase and position are perfect - and he smiled fugaciously at Grace, before to take a key from inside a drawer and to kneel down ahead a chest covered by a tapestry, and taking it off from there, Alex unlocked it, opening it, starting to pick out from there some antique books, yellow candles yet partially used, bird's feathers, crystals and some other things, placing them on the floor ahead himself in an excited way, and as soon as he took a piece of cloth carefully between his hands, he got up, turning to face her, with eyes sparkling of pleasure - Look at that, Grace - and he started to unpack the cloth, showing her a complete nestle, having three feather bird's eggs inside. - Do you keep the eggs inside the chest? - Grace asked him incredulously. - They're fresh - he said - I recover them always at the eve - and lowering himself again he left the nestle on the floor zealously, taking then out of the chest a yellow crayon and a bit of twine, and leaving it all behind he started to quickly wrap the rug which was covering the wooden floor, from the middle of the door into the window way, under which he left it. And seeming satisfied he observed for a moment how the grayish moonlight was striking right on the floor before that, seeming to be suddenly forgotten of Grace's presence there, and he just ripped out the tee he was wearing, tossing it on the bed, and standing on his feet he ripped off his tennis and socks, placing them aside, and taking position on his hands and knees on the floor he traced a large circle using the crayon and the twine as a compass, having it almost three meters of diameter, and right in sequence he traced another by the inside of it from its concentric point, while Grace kept observing him in silence. Excited by what he was doing, Alex was breathing heavily, with eyes wide open, and Grace was taking notice of the precision to which he was doing such things, just as if he was used on doing them frequently, seeing him in sequence to position a little compass on the center of the circles and using the twine now with a crystal tied at its edge, he started to mark the vortex of a pentagram on the floor, to which he traced with the crayon carefully. But suddenly distracted, Grace began to take notice of his body, his quie lean and white chest and back, all covered by freckles, that under that light became just as like little golden dots, and she found him irresistibly beautiful shirtless under that light, and she bit her lip all of a sudden, trying to fix her attention again on what he was doing then: Taking one of the books and opening it, he skimmed it nervously until to find what he wanted, starting to copy symbols from it to the inner side of the circular band around the great pentagram in a hurry way, tracing them quickly, taking then another book and doing the same, before to start lighting the candles, spreading them around the large circle, at the total number of a dozen, starting then in sequence to position at each one of the vortexes a glass of water, another containing earth, a lit red candle and at the other one an incense stick, and when he finally placed the nestle at the vortex above, it was with triumphant eyes that he raised his glance to Grace, with a smile on his beautiful lips as he said: - It's done - and getting up, with his gaze fixed upon her Alex came into her way and Grace asked: - What will we do, Alex? You didn't tell me yet - and Grace truly couldn't suppose nothing by what she was saying, cause a lot of the symbols used there by him were unknown to her. And approaching enough to slightly took a handful of her hair while with his other hand he was touching her face, he whispered: - You've got what I need, Grace. And you were finally sent to me. Feeling a shiver under his touch and proximity, Grace blinked her eyes, confused. - I'm not getting it. - You'll understand it soon - and saying this he lowered her face to kiss her, first just lightly touching her lips with his, so smooth and warm to her as their sight promised they were, to then in sequence to make a bigger pressure. And feeling his long fingers to move from her hair to her nape and the ones on her face to her chin, Alex stretched his tongue into her mouth, and whispering, Grace moaned, suddenly comprehending what he wanted. And soon his hands were going down into the baby-look tee she wore, his fingers getting under it slowly and touching at her silky skin under it, never stopping kissing her. Luckily Grace had already some experience in this subject, but she never before had sex with a boy that wasn't her boyfriend, and to think it scared her a bit, being her not much sure if she should do that; and taking in advantage when Alex lowered his face to kiss at her neck, while slowly bringing up her blouse, placing both hands on his arms Grace whispered under a breath: - But, Alex... We're just friends, isn't? Is it right we two doing this? - But Grace... The friendship - he whispered against her skin, his warm exhalation on her neck causing her shivers - is the purest form of love that there is, because it's free - and he lifted up his hands to her breasts under her tee - Just like the feather birds - and Grace couldn't tell how or why, but she felt wickedness hidden in his words, and turning to kiss again her lips, he pulled her baby-look up, and Grace lifted up her arms, letting him to take it off from her, and with a smile he looked at her naked breasts, the chainlet hanging between them, and touching them he moaned - You're beautiful... Absolutely beautiful. And when he kissed her again, Grace this time grabbed at his back, her hands sliding along it as their chests united between, and sighing she felt his hands descending until her waist, and then over her jeans, to which Grace let him to open and then slide his large hands through her hips while panting against her face, and when Grace felt him to glide his fingers under her panties, gliding hers along of his long arms Grace sighed under a breath: - Alex... - Come - he sighed back, sliding her panties down and taking it off from her - You've got what I need - and as soon as he saw her naked he slid his eyes for her for whole, slightly placing his hands on her hips, feeling ravished - You've got what I need within you, I feel it - and he pulled her into himself, and with a sigh Grace felt his arousal under the jeans he was still wearing, and raising and offering her lips to him Grace said pretty lowly: - And what do you want, Alex? - ETERNITY - he responded, with a saturnine voice, as he started to unbutton and open to his own jeans in a hurry, putting himself on naked quickly, as he glued himself to her while kissing her with urgency, taking one of her thighs and lifting it up to rub himself against her, who holding to him moaned softly, as he said - Come. It's almost midnight. It's right on time. And letting her go, he took her by a hand and gave some steps back into the way of the circle traced at the floor, carefully passing over the candles, and taking position with his back to the upper side of the pentagram, where it was situated the nestle, Alex sat down in lotus position at the center of the drawing, bending his legs, not taking his eyes away from Grace not even for a second, and as soon as he arranged himself, he raised her his right hand, calling for her: - Grace, come. With a smile, she stretched him her right hand and carefully passing over the candles too, Grace took place towards him, standing and looking at him from above, as with a ravished gaze he slid his eyes along her, focusing then on her sex, and with his fingertips he touched at her belly, saying lowly: - My priestess. I receive you. We'll be united, and we'll be one, and we'll be bonded - and then he slid his fingers even downer, touching at her most sensitive spot with his thumb, and closing her eyes, Grace sighed in pleasure - And we'll complete each other. I receive you - and suddenly he stretched his neck into her, kissing on her sex with reverence, and never before someone had did her such, and placing her hands on his shoulders Grace sighed, Alex stopping for a while to give her a second kiss, before to stood away and say - Come! And slowly Grace crouched, passing her legs above his bent ones, her heart pulsating and palpitating on her chest as she was approaching her face from his as well the center of their bodies, and arranging himself with a hand under the girl Alex took position at her entrance, against which, biting a lip, Grace felt its tip to slightly rub, and against her face he whispered still a third time, before that with the other hand on her back to pull her down and over himself, as he kissed the tiny medal between her breasts with wet lips: - I receive you! And as she got down, Grace was little by little penetrated by him, leaning on his shoulders as she moaned deliciously, letting him to pull her down by now with both hands, to the end, and completely fulfilled for him Grace panted and took a deep breath, grabbing at his hair and closing her eyes tight shut. And smiling a mysterious smile Alex bit at her chin as he whispered: - My wanton black priestess. Show me your power - and he lowered his face, hiding it at the curve of her neck - Open the portals to me, come. And starting to move her hips against his, Grace made him to moan against her face, the candlelight gilding their naked bodies, the full moon's light towards the opened window pouring itself on their heads, and grabbing at his shoulders and raising her face inflamed of pleasure to the silver moon Grace moaned, with a voice which seemed to be no more her own: - Yes, my Templar disciple. I will open them. Tonight. * * ***************************** * <And 9 months later it was born Rosemary's baby... LOL, sorry, I couldn't resist> * <You there who was wanting to see some fuck in the middle of a circle surrounded by candles, here it is, your crazy one. Now leave me, cause I'm going to pray along 200 rosaries to get rid of the bad luck. Bye, bye.😅> * *********************************** * MY CONFESSION TO PRIOR PHILIP: Hi, prior, what? What am I doing? I'm washing the Church, ouch. Come, Jack, come, help me, lift up this bucket right there and turn it on the floor, please! *Jack lifts up the wooden bucket and turns it, tossing ahead its content, that falls on the floor boiling and releasing smoke* What? Why am I washing the Church with acid? But it isn't acid, prior Philip. IT'S HOLY WATER. It's boiling like this cause someone had traced here at the floor a lot of symbols of black magic, it's that. It was hard to clean the outlines, wasn't it, Jack? Tell the prior how much it was hard... I'm telling you, prior. Jack, another bucket, do me a favor. *takes a straw broom and starts to rub the floor* What broom is this? I took it there with my lil' mother in law. Ouch, by the way, I'm a woman who can say, having no fear of being sinning, that my mother in law is a witch, cause she is, isn't, Jack? *Jack smiles* By the way, how much I love my mother in law, omg, Ellen is so beautiful, Jesus. *Jack turns another bucket full of holy water and the floor boils again* Prior, it's better you come here later, go out for a stroll, I don't want you to wet the hem of your habit, please. Cause then you'll lift it up, and you've got beautiful ankles, and things will get difficult, cause there's not enough holy water for me to take a bath, go, go, go! *Philip gets out of the Church* Jack, will we two be up to clean it all? Mmm? To call your mother? Mmm? To kill a chicken? No, Jack, she did it in Alfred's wedding and his stuff never got up again; no. I want it to keep getting up, for the love of Balem, it's just to wash off the pagan heresy! *he turns another bucket full of water* Ok then, let's keep rubbing it patiently, ok. *stops, lean on the broom, stares right at Jack and smiles* If there's a thing I like to do, it's to rub along with you. I'm yet thinking about to let Alex to frequent here more times. AMEN LORD BALEM!
