Chapter 17

I awoke to a small, delicate hand stroking my face.

I opened my eyes and found Mary staring at me.

“Hello, beautiful. Welcome back to consciousness.” She was still exquisitely beautiful, and still very naked. “Thank you for knowing exactly what I needed. That feeding will keep the spirits and I powered for years.”

I sat up. “I don’t understand.”

Christien, still naked, sat in a wooden chair by the bed. “I’ve figured it out. She is a succubus and a witch.”

Mary smiled, “Yes that is a simplified explanation.”

“Well, then. Won’t you please fill in the blanks for us,” he replied with his patented sexy smile.

She stood up and sauntered around the room, completely comfortable with her nudity and seemingly oblivious to the effect it had on Christien and I. His shaft was already becoming hard again and I could feel the tendrils of desire snaking out through my insides.

“My father was an incubus, sex his specialty. My mother was a witch, a Priestess, who specialized in sex magick, and fertility rituals. Her family practiced their magic on this land for years; you found our altar out in the cemetery. That altar has been there for centuries. Long before the white man came here and decided that they should own everything. Something you probably don’t know is that those white men your history books tell you about were not the first Europeans here, they are just the ones who wanted to take it all for themselves and claim it. My family came here over a century before Christopher Columbus sailed. My mother arrived here on a ship with my father. At the time, he belonged to The Knights Templar.” She paused and turned to look at me.

I was wide-eyed, astounded by the lesson in history I was receiving.

“An incubus in the Knights, the story gets stranger by the moment doesn’t it?” she asked with a sad laugh before continuing her tale. “The Knights were an order of oddities. They had so many secrets, so much diversity, so much magick. Many of their members were not human. It was a safe place for wizards and other magic practitioners, until the burning times. The Inquisition forced the Knights who were not fully human into hiding, or to leave for faraway lands. My father’s group ended up here.”

Mary continued to strut around the room as if she were fully clothed and giving a college lecture, not naked and in the middle of a sexscapade.

“Sex and death magic often go hand in hand. My father’s magic was pure sex, but his warrior side was no stranger to death. Necromancy is a strong family power trait that would pop up from time to time in my mother’s lineage. My mother possessed this power over the dead, but she was a good woman and preferred to focus on life and fertility. She and my father were a perfect blend of sex and death. I am the result of their love- the ultimate magical alliance of sex and death. I can use both, bend them to my will and feed fully on either. The living give me sexual energy while the dead touch my soul… while I hold onto theirs.”

She stopped pacing and knelt between Christien’s legs and looked back at me with such serious eyes, haunted eyes. But then she blinked away the pain and gave me a sultry grin as she started stroking his hard shaft.

She continued her story while caressing his cock, “My mother was chased off this land by witch hunters. My father was long gone by that point. He went off to fight a war and never returned. I have no idea what happened. Incubi are hard to kill but it is not impossible. My mother brought me here as a child, some Native Americans lived on the land at the time and they took us in, sheltered us before we had to move on to escape the witch hunters. Years later I came back and the Natives were gone. I decided to reclaim what was mine. I found a husband who purchased the land, cemetery, Native burial ground and all. Years of sex and death filled the ground. My mother had used the land for fertility rights, the natives made it a sacred burial ground then the white man started burying their dead here. Blood, sex, magick, and death- this land is filled with it. And I use it, to stay young, to stay vibrant. I have the power over sexuality from both parents, the need to feed off it from my father, and the need to give it from my mother. Her power also lets me control the souls that die here, even the ones that are buried here. I give them everlasting pleasure in this world.”

Mary began sucking Christien’s cock. His sharp intake of breath and facial contortions let me know how exquisite it was. My body ached with need as she worked her mouth on my man. I should have been angry, I should have been jealous, but I have never been like other women. Enjoying the image of my man’s shaft inside another woman suddenly proved to me how different I am.

I reached between my legs and caressed my swollen flesh. It still ached from being penetrated by the phalluses and Christien, all of which are very large objects to be filled with. I moistened my clit with my wetness and began rubbing furiously. Mary stopped sucking Christien and stood up. She spread her legs over him and sank onto his cock. Slowly, seductively she slid down onto him. She stared at me while I stared at his cock sliding into her. I came when his shaft fully disappeared into her. She smiled and locked eyes with me as she rode him fast and hard. Her scream of pleasure filled the room. Once she stopped shaking from orgasm after shocks she stood up.

“Come here,” she commanded me. I couldn’t help myself. I followed her orders. “Taste me on his cock.” I sank to my knees and licked her juices from his wet shaft. I licked and sucked eagerly, the mingling of their flavors an intoxicating delight. “Make him come,” she demanded. I sucked hard, up and down, deep-throating him until he bucked and shot hot semen down my throat. I sucked down every last drop.

“That’s a good girl,” she said as she stroked my hair. “The two of you hold such amazing sexual energy. I’m sorry, I just can’t get enough of you. I don’t need more, but I want it. I want it so bad. The power that the two of you create together is like nothing I have ever tasted before. Please forgive my overindulgence.”

I smiled, stood up, and then sat back down on the bed. My knees were weak. “Nothing to apologize for. I think we are enjoying this just as much as you are.”

Christien smiled. “Oui, very much so. Though my sweets, you have both drained me so much I need other pleasurable sustenance.”

“My darling, feed from me.” I went to him and sat on his lap, he didn’t even hesitate before sinking his fangs into me. I could feel Mary at my back, her arms went around me, hugging me as he fed from me. Her hands caressed me. I could feel arousal starting again.

I had to put a stop to this.

“Enough.” I pulled from Christien and stood up. “If we keep going we’ll just be having sex forever, and nothing will ever be accomplished.”

Mary smiled. “What is wrong with that? We all have eternity.”

“I need to finish this job and report to Barbara.”

Mary looked alarmed. “Please, no. Don’t tell her about me, about this. I have been able to stay so long without worry because I am cloaked. No one knows about the power, the feeding.”

“I have a feeling Barbara is going to be more than willing to work with you and your needs. She wants this Inn to be a sexual retreat, one for those who have unique tastes. Like spectrophilia.”

“You mean she likes the ghost sex, and her customers will as well?” Mary looked amazed. “Well, times certainly have changed, haven’t they?”

“Oh, yes. For some, especially when it comes to sex. People love to indulge and experiment. You and your spirits will be well fed here, Mary. You have no worries.”

She smiled. “Oh thank the Goddess! All those years when no one but my great-great-granddaughter lived here it was a wasteland. A dry desert with no sex. None of my powers were passed to her. She had the desire of a dead fish. No sex, nothing for decades except when young family members came to visit. I was so relieved when Barbara bought the place, she’s full of sexual energy. And now to hear she wants this to once again be a house of sin and pleasure.” Mary kissed me passionately, “Thank you LizBeth, I knew you were special from the moment I laid eyes upon you. You have freed me to be me again. To be a Priestess once again.” She bounced up and down like an excited schoolgirl. Except she was naked and built like a sex goddess. Her large breasts bounced erotically, I could barely tear my eyes away. I had no idea I was so fully and completely bisexual. I wondered briefly if these desires would remain once I left this house and Mary’s presence.

“Well, we need to work things out with Barbara first but I have a feeling she will be more than willing to accommodate any needs you may have.” I winked at Mary and she smiled back.

I glanced at Christien. He lounged in the chair still very much enjoying the sight of two naked women in front of him. One look at his hard shaft made me want to climb on top of him but I had to focus on completing this case so we could go home. Otherwise, we’d be locked in an everlasting orgy with Mary and her spirits.