St Johns Eve

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PREVIOUSLY ON ST JOHN'S EVE: Even with help of a demon, Michal, a 17 year old boy from Poland, still has many problems. Damian, his crush and childhood friend seems to ignore him, and his ex-boyfriend Jan, keeps bothering him with messages. On top of that, it appears, that when Rusalek was summoned, at least one other demon passed through to our dimension...

Fight the Destiny /part II/

Not being able to do anything is the worst torture of all. After I called my mom, she immediately took the day off and came in her car about two hours later. Me and grandma are spending that time in the kitchen, worrying about grandpa. Of course, I try not to show it, as I want to comfort her and give her as much support as I can. When my mom arrives, she comes into the house like a whirlwind. She is rather short and a bit on the plump side, as she has taken after her parents. She's a saleswoman at a big company so I'm surprised that she was able to come so quickly. But, love for the family and taking care for each other is something of a big value in our family, so maybe it wasn't that strange after all.

My mom is as quick to act as I am, so there's not much talking. She tells grandma to get changed, which she does in the room that I'm using as a bedroom. While she changes, mom sits with me on one of the couches with a worried look on her face.

'Are you okay, Michal?'

'It wasn't me who was sent to hospital . - I reply in a trembling voice, finally feeling that it's ok to let my emotions show - I-I wasn't even there when it happened! I couldn't do anything.'

'Hush, baby. - she says in a calming tone - There was nothing you could do. Me and grandma will go to the hospital now. Do you want to go back home? For the next few days grandma will spend days in the hospital, so you'd be lonely here.'

'No. - I say firmly - It would be best that I stay here. That way I can take care of grandma. That's the least I can do.'

'Are you sure baby? There's not much to do anyway.'

'I have few friends here too, so if I feel lonely, I'll invite them over.'

'Sure baby.' - she says, as grandma walks out from the other room,. She is dressed in her apparent "church attire". It consists of a two piece dress, hose and fake leather shoes and bag. I see them both to the car and stay outside until they disappear from the view.

Once I come back inside, I try to find something to do. I'm too worried to focus on a book or the TV, so I start cleaning up the house. While doing this, I start to think. This Dola was a demon that brought misfortune after all. So maybe there actually was a way to convince it to leave the village in peace. If people showed that they want to act and make things better for themselves. Maybe then that demon would see that it has no business here?

But what could guy like me do to convince whole village to act? I needed a help of indigenes. Once I finished cleaning, it was already early afternoon. Too soon for all the guys to be free. I use this time to come up with the details of the plan that I wanted to put into motion.

Around 4PM the four of us gather in the kitchen at my place. As soon as they learn about what happened to my grandpa, they express how sorry they are for me and how they hope that everything will be fine. After thanking them for their concern, I get to the reason why I invited them.

'Guys, I know that what happened here was just one of the many terrible things that happened in the village. I think that we should do something about it.'

'Yeah, but is there anything that can be done?' - asks Marcin, raising his brow.

'Right. There's not much that we can do about ruined crops or dead cows.' - concurred Damian. 'Ok, but we could do something to lift everyone's spirits! People could use it.' - I said, spreading my hands.

'Like what?' - asked Tomasz, tilting his head and frowning his forehead.'

'Cleaning? Minor repairs? House chores?' - I offer, trying to ignore the fact that I sound stupid even to myself.

'What are we? A Red Cross?' - chuckles Adam in disbelief.

'And no one is gonna let us do their dishes or change their lightbulb. They'll think that we're retarded or something.' - states Marcin, while others nod their heads.

'Are you all out of your minds? With all this misery around you just want to sit on your asses and do nothing? Are you the same people who went looking for some fake flower hidden in the woods? '

'We went, because we wanted the prize. - says Adam, folding his arms in defence.

I run out of ideas about how to get through to them. I can't exactly tell them about Rusalek or Dola. The only things I have at my disposal, are my despair and their sympathy.

'Guys, please. Just hear me out. My grandpa is at the hospital with heart attack. Even if he gets out of this, he won't be able to do hard work for a few weeks. Why don't we fix a few things in their house? I know it would make him happy.'

I see Damian and the others exchanging glances. I can almost see cogs moving in their heads. Sympathy is struggling with selfishness. Finally Damian speaks up:

'Guess it would be right thing to do. We'll help you out.'

Before they have a chance to change their minds, I find something to do for each of them. As I watched a lot of Scooby Doo when I was a kid, I know everything about splitting teams properly. So Marcin, Tomasz and Adam go outside to feed the livestock. Meanwhile, me and Damian do some minor repairs at house and in the barn. Once there, we can see that the roof needs fixing. As we both are afraid of heights, we draw lots to decide, who's gonna climb up the ladder. Fortunately he loses, which means I get to hold ladder for him. The legs of his short are kinda wide, so the extra treat is to see his boxers. Guess what colour they were?

White with a red heart pattern!

'One of the planks is loose. - he shouts, breaking me away from my daydream - I need to get down and get a hammer and some nails.'

'Come down, I'll pass them to you.' - I reply and when he's close enough, I reach down to the toolbox we brought with us and get him what he wants. His boyish face looks hilariously serious as he holds the nails between his teeth.

Once he is back at the level of the roof, I return to observing his boxers. I wonder how big his dick could be... I mean he is tall and skinny, so based on what I saw in porn, he should be at least eight inches long. On the other hand I'm only 6,5 inches, while also being skinny and tall. There's probably no telling until you see it.

'Okay, I'm done here!'

'Do you see any other loose planks?' - I ask hopefully.

'Nope, but there might be some on the other side! We should check!'

'We certainly should.' - I mutter to myself, while chuckling as he comes down.

'What are you laughing at?' - he asks, seeing my smug expression.

'I have a cool nickname for you.'

'Yeah? Let's hear it.'

'King of Hearts?'

'Sure. I wonder how you'll explain to the rest of the boys that you were checking out my underwear.' - he answers quite calmly. The bastard knows that there is no possible way I could do that. To top it all off, I had to now explain myself to him.

'I-I kinda looked up and they d-drew my attention.'

'Oh really? - he looked at me with a smirk - So what was so interesting about them?'

'Well, they had this weird pattern and... Oh, can we just assume that I've never said anything?'

'Your wish is my command. And this time you are going up.' - he laughs. It's almost as if he planned the whole thing!

The other side of the barn's roof seems to be fine. But from the above, I see three other guys walking towards us, with Adam grabbing at his own hand. I come down as quickly as I can, afraid that one of the animals have bitten him.

'What happened? Are you bleeding?' - I ask him, after running up to him. Damian is just behind me. I notice that his cheeks are a bit more flushed than he should have after such a short run.

'I grazed myself with a nail. There is some blood, but it doesn't hurt much.'

'I'm so sorry. Let's go inside, guys. We need to take care of this.'

Once we're inside, I find a swab, band aid and peroxide. When I clean of his wound he lets out small sighs and hisses.

'You'll have to be more careful when we go back to work.' - says Damian with a worried look.

'Go back? Are you kidding? This isn't even my house, so there's nothing in it for me.'

'It's just a scratch, what are you talking about?' - asks Marcin, bewildered as I place a band aid on Adam's hand.

'Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. I didn't sign up for this.' - shoots Adam.

'But...'- says Damian but I interrupt him.

'Leave him be. I was asking you for help, not forcing you.'

It's awkward until he leaves. The rest of the guys stays until it's 8 PM, helping me with the rest of work. We agree on going to Marcin's and Tomasz's place tomorrow to offer our help there and they leave. At 9PM my mother and grandma come back from hospital. They tell me that grandpa is still under treatment, but should be fine and back home in a few days. This takes a huge load off my chest. I ask them how they'll deal with visiting him. They tell me that mom will pick up grandma every morning, take her to the hospital and then drive her back after work. It is now up to me to take care of the livestock and the house. This also means that at least for three next days I'll have house to myself.

Once I go to bed, I summon Rusalek. In my hand there is bloodstained swab. I imagine you know what I'm planning, right?

'Do I smell blood?' - he asks, once he appears in my room. We kneel face to face.

'You do. Can I ask you something?'

'I'm all ears.'

'This magic of yours. If I use it on someone, can I give them orders? I mean, besides making them have sex with me?'

'Probably. Although it would require more power to perform.' - he answers, placing his hand on my cotton clad crotch.

'Sorry, but I really don't feel confident as a top. I never did that.'

He leans his body against mine, moving his soft warm hand to my butt. His nose bumps into mine, as he stares into my soul with his strange eyes. He squeezes me with his tail. Despite its horrific appearance, it feels strong, warm and nice. I'm captivated, but not defenseless. I steal a peck from his lips and then engage him into the tongue battle of the century. I'll show him waste of time!

'Please Master, just try. I will help you!'

'Oh yes, warm me up!' - I reply, digging my nose in his neck, taking in his unique aroma. I'm not sure what got into me but I don't see him as a problem anymore. Even if he isn't human, his warmth and touch are as real as it gets. He also seems to realise now, how important it is to be tender. His hands are lightly caressing my buttcheeks, moving up to my sides and shoulder blades. All that time we share small kisses. I reach with my palm for his dick. It's not long, I doubt if it's even full five inches, and feels incredibly comfortable and hot in touch. As sensations are washing over us, we let out small moans, never stopping our kissing.

He straightens his tail and pulls me on the bed, so that I land on top of his ripped chest and stomach.

'You feel so nice. I want to munch you down.' - I mumble while I tickle his nipple with the tip of my tongue. The taste is strange, but it's so delicate, that I can't quite define it. He arches his back and gently combs my hair with his fingers. I'm amazed at the light feeling of pushing. Poor little Rusalek was so horned up that he wanted me to hurry up with my caresses and get to the blowjob! Oh, was he in for a big surprise!

I rose to my knees, placed his calves on my shoulders and looked into his eyes.

'Give it to me Master. ' - he asks, his voice croaky with lust.

'You forgot to ask nicely.' - I reply, tickling his dick. His squirming toes are hitting my ears.

'Would you please give it to me, Master?'

'Give you what?' - I can't help teasing him. It's so much fun to see him in that state.

'Giv... Please, give me your seed, my kind Master.'

'And how should I do it? Do you have any suggestion?' - I ask, pressing my cock to his.

'Please, oh great Master, put your mighty cock in my unworthy behind, and bless it with your seed!' - he pleads in a whiny voice.

'Your wish will be granted. - I reply - but no sooner than after you get punished for making me correct you so many times.'

After saying that, I bend his left leg and put my face to the sole. I lick from the heel to the big toe. The texture seems somewhat coarse, and the taste is strange, intriguing, but stronger. Like taking a sip of water from the stream, with hint of berries and mushrooms. I engulf his small toe with my mouth and circle it with my tongue. Each move of my tongue is rewarded with small giggle and writhing of his body. This causes a bit of friction of our dicks, and tingling in my brain.

I've been hard as a steel for the past ten minutes. Topping him actually could work! Yet I decide against hurrying into action. I take my time to slobber all over every single toe. While at it, I place two fingers at the entrance of his hole and lightly push.

I enter him with ease, and he feels warm and inviting. I move my fingers back and forth to give him idea of what's in store for him. I interrupt licking his middle toe and ask:

'You like my fingers up your ass?'

'Yes Master. - he spits out between deep breaths - But I humbly request that you've replaced them with your formidable cock.'

'When time comes.' - I reply and resume my sweet tortures. By the time I reach last toe, my three fingers are inside him. Time to move on to next level. I motion him to turn around, so his head is in my crotch I bend over him and looking him in the eyes, I command

'Swallow my cock. I want it dripping with your spit.'

'Thank you Master.' - he says, puting my cockhead in his skilful mouth while saying the last word. Not being able to resist, I lick the length of Rusalek's cock and his balls. The taste here is even stronger, with a hint of that specific boyish musk that you can sense on every guy's groin. Yet for the time being I'm more interested in his rosebud. I spread two mounds, slowly kneading them with my hands and extend my tongue to get the first taste. I don't know what to focus on - his hot tongue and velvety throat doing wonders to my shaft? His musky asshole that seems to be made to eat? The latter is a tad less satisfying. That's because his tail is often twitching in ecstasy, thus sometimes getting in the way. Also after all those days my jaw still hurts from the punches Lukasz landed on me. But there's nothing a horny guy can't take. I press him tighter to my body and enter his ass with my tongue. In turn he strokes me slowly, licking my piss slit from time to time. Finally, the wait is too long even for me. I give his starfish a final lick and rise up.

'Curl your legs to your chest. You finally get what you wished for.'

'Aw yiiis.' - he forgets his manners, but I don't have patience to punish him once more. I kneel behind him and direct my cock at his hole. I try to force it inside. Just as my fingers, it enters quite easily. Deep moans escapes our mouths. I push, until I'm balls deep inside him. With my brand new confidence, I try to move inside him. This doesn't really work for me.

'Sorry Rusalek, I don't think it's gonna happen after all.'

'But why? I can feel that you're hard, Master.'

'It- it just doesn't do anything for me. I'm so sorry, but-'

'Wait, let's see if this works.' - he interrupts me.

'What ex-oooh! - I moan as I feel something entering me - Don't say you stuck...'

'My tail in your backside? That's exactly what I did. Do you like it, Master?'

He moves his tail deeper and then withdraws for a few times. It feels amazing!

'You did well, my servant. Here we go!'

By moving his tail Rusalek cadences our fucking. First it's slow, strong and deep, with my cock almost leaving his warm and moist hole, then plunging in deep. Each thrust causes Rusalek to sigh his hot breath in my face and frown his forehead. We're both flushed and sweaty as pigs. He licks off the drops that are falling from my face. His lips are wet and glistening, tempting. I lower myself and start kissing him with passion, and folding my arms around him. Rusalek seems to like it, as his tail starts moving quicker in my hole. I adjust my pace, rocking us both on the bed. The air in the room seems filled with the smell of his sweat. This aroma does something to me, as I feel a wonderful tingle in my balls. My dear friends, Michal, the Ass Raider on his first adventure! Flooding ancient cave with spunk for the first time!

As my orgasm fades away, I relax my butt muscles and Rusalek is able to retract his tail. I roll off of him and lay down on the sweaty sheets. I chuckle for no reason and give him a nudge on the shoulder.

'Hey, what was that for?'

'For putting your tail in my ass without asking. And this - I add, giving him peck on the cheek - is for putting your tail in my ass without asking.'

He looks at me confused. Then shrugs his shoulders and reaches for the swab that somehow ended up on the bed next to the pillow.

'Leave it. Come on, snuggle up, we can do that later.'

'Yes, Master.' he replies in a soft voice and lays down next to me.

On the next day after helping grandma with feeding livestock, I meet with Damian for another run around the forest. The air seems a bit cooler today, so we aren't that tired after the first half of our run. When I pass him the water, he asks:

'How do you think, why did all this happen?'

Think? I know! But how could I tell him? I had to be clever about it.

'What do you think?' - I decide to return the question.

'God's will I guess.'

I can react to this only with chuckle.

'Are you serious? Even if God existed, how could he be such an ashole?'

'If God existed? - scoffs Damian - He obviously does. And putting our faith to trial, doesn't mean that he is an asshole.'

'Don't you think it's horrible? If everything was up to God, there would be no reason to act.'

'Well, you have to believe that God will take care of you, but act, so that you don't need it.' - said Damian matter-of-factly.

'It's absurd. - I chuckle - That would mean that you trust God without trusting him.'

'But it's like with people. Even if you know you can count on them, you try to get what you want by yourself, right?'

I sigh and roll my eyes.

'Yeah, but in my opinion the problem with God is that he is, well, sort of unnecessary.'

'What do you mean? - he raises his brow - Then how would you explain the creation of the world, or a human?'

'Science, my friend. Big Bang, evolution. They are both pretty legit.'

'Of course they are. But what is the cause? Why did they happen at the certain moment, not sooner or later? Believing in God explains it all!'

'Yeah, right. - I answer, although I need to think for a second before continuing - If a garden is beautiful, there have to be fairies, right? It's not enough that the world is complex and beautiful on it's own. There had to be someone that planned it. But why?'

Damian smiles at me, his expression clearly indicating that he thinks, I'm an idiot.

'Because without knowing that there is a greater plan, this is too terrifying. Like... if there's no purpose for the world to exist, it could fall apart at any moment.'

'And if it's not God's will to bring all this bad luck to the village, than it could never end?'

'That's right! - exclaims Damian, under the impression that I agree with him - God gives you the strength to believe that tomorrow everything will be better.'

'This is just daydreaming'. - I shake my head.

'No, it's comforting. It's better to feel someone watching over you. Don't you feel helpless sometimes?'

'I want to be the author of my own happiness. I don't like being indebted.'

We get so carried away by the discussion, that we forget about running . - something I'm a bit conscious about. I promise myself to be more strict about it tomorrow, as we stroll along the forest, talking about God and life and world. There's nothing revealing about our conversation. Yet it gives me a sense of connection even though we don't manage to reach an agreement. Personally, I don't believe in any sort of God. You'd say that it's convenient. After all, you go to hell for being gay in almost every religion. But until I met Rusalek, I have never felt the presence of mystic power throughout my life. And even my sweet demonic lover is something in accord to what I believe in. You see, I think that all the universe is so beautiful and perfect, that it itself deserves our worship. This would make Rusalek a mere personification of forces of nature. Something quite far away from a bearded fairy Christians choose to believe in.

Anyway, once we're back from our half-assed jogging session, we agree to meet at Tomasz's place after breakfast. We were supposed to eat together, but with grandpa at the hospital, I feel that it's my job to make sure grandma doesn't feel alone.

At 8AM, when mom picks her up, I lock the house and go to meet Damian. We are planning on helping out at Tomasz's place until noon, and then move on to Marcin's until 4PM. We're actually very welcome in both houses. If you grew up on the farm (I luckily didn't), you'll agree that each pair of hands is of value. We don't get special treatment. We have to work as hard as others, but in exchange we are treated to two dinners on one day.

Although at 4PM we're tired as fuck, our day isn't finished yet. With the squad consisting of Damian, Marcin, Tomasz and Adam (who somehow knew where I was and came to me to offer his help - that's magic for you!) we start doing rounds around the village to ask people if there's anything that we can do to help them. If they agree, they usually ask, what do we want in return. To that I always reply:

'Please, do something nice to someone else in the village.'

I'm sure you know, where did I get the idea, If you were born in 90's or earlier. We've all seen that movie, right? Anyway, to tell long story short, my plan works wonders! Even if not all the families we helped, decide to pass the kindness on, the few that do, decide to help the ones that were most hurt by the recent events. It takes about three days for this wave of kindness to travel through the whole village. On the third day grandma also told me that Grandfather is fine and will be released from the hospital after one more day of observation. I decided that on this day I will finally claim my prize.

At 4PM I call Adam, and tell him to come over. Last three days must have been a torture for him. Apart from being so nice to me to the point where other people took it as a sarcasm, I noticed him stealing glances at me when he thought no one is watching. He was also trying to always be around and to get as much physical contact as he could. This resulted in two things. First was Damian being obviously jealous and colder to me and him, whenever he stumbled on us doing something together. Second was me being on a cloud nine. Polish society isn't really tolerant towards gays. So getting extra attention from another guy isn't really that common. I imagine you are curious on how I met Jan then? Well, there are sites where you can get to know guys online. They are mainly used to set up one night stands, but two years ago I was lucky (or so I thought) to meet a guy from my city who was interested in being my boyfriend.

For fifteen minutes, that take him to get to my place, I pace back and forth in the kitchen, carefully planning out our session.

Once he stands in my doorstep, I motion my head, inviting him inside. I take him to my room and we both sit on the bed. To be honest, I'm a bit nervous. It's one thing to have sex with a stranger you didn't care about, but having sex with a person that you know? That knows your friends? Even if he won't remember it, I'm afraid I won't be able to look him in the eyes anymore. Yet my doubts disappear once he places his hand on my knee and looks into my eyes with apprehensive smile. His hand is warm and sweaty. I nod my head to reassure him. He swallows hard and glides his hand across my thigh.

'I don't understand why am I even doing this.' - he whispers, with hint of excitement.

'Don't think. - I whisper back, placing my arm around his shoulders - Do it.'

After one more second of hesitation, I give him small peck on the cheek, just beneath the ear. Then another, and another, each closer to his thick lips. He turns his head and brushes off his brown fringe with his hand, the other one still resting on my thigh. He still seems nervous and uncertain. I catch his lower lip with my mouth to open it a little and sneak my tongue past it. He accepts it, but then, for whatever reason, bites down on it. I lean back and stare at him in bewilderment.

'What was that?'

'Sorry. It's my first kiss.' - he answers, embarrassed. I almost rub my hands with excitement. A virgin!

'It's okay - I say softly - Lay down, and I'll teach you to kiss like a boss.'

He chuckles and leans back on the bed, hands parallel to his torso. He looks at me and trembles slightly. I bend down and whisper.

'Open your mouth a bit, and stick out your tongue.'

I can't help but chuckle, when he tosses out his tongue, like you'd do at medical examination. 'Not all the way, buddy, just the tip.'

'Sohhy.' - he says and retracts it a bit.

'When I'll kiss you, try to move it around a bit. Just don't bite.'

He nods his head seriously, while I once again press my mouth to his. He tries moving his tongue in and out of and from left to right, which makes my cock leak with precum. I mean he is so new to this stuff! Making him stray from the "straight path" is a turn on in itself! My tongue subjugates his and his first lesson begins. He gets the hang of the things pretty easily. Excited, he presses my head to his, while my palm sneaks under his t-shirt to massage his flat belly. It travels north until it reaches his chest. Just as his hand, his torso radiates with heat, but he's not sweating anymore. For the time being that is. As I can see that he's more and more confident, I decide to take another step. I raise him up and take off his t-shirts, then I ripp off mine.

'Ever tried sucking nipples?'

'No... Or maybe, but it was very long ago.'

'You're sick. - I reply and we both giggle - Now try nursing on mine. You can bite them, but be gentle.'

'Ok.' - he says and leans into my chest. He exhales hot breath twice, before he puts his pursed lips to my right nipple. He starts sucking on it just like a baby. Then it's not enough for him, and he adds the tongue. He gets a bit braver and starts tugging at my cock through my shorts. In return, I gently scratch his neck, to which he responds with soft purr and light biting of my nipple. Only one hand is supporting my body on the bed. And when his assault becomes more determined, I fall down on the pillows. We laugh and wrestle for a minute, our bodies quietly slapping together. I finally manage to pin him down. I bend over, put my nose to his chest and moving to his armpit, I memorize the scent of his body. It's kind of spicy, with hint of hay and dirt. You could tell he hadn't shower since morning. That the sweat he produced, dried on his skin, awaiting evening bath. That was a true scent of a farm boy. From his armpit, I move to his sweet lips, that I taste once more. 'Now you get to have a break. You can relax, but you have to stay focused. I'll show you, how to suck dick. Are you ready?'

'I don't know... I guess.' - Adam says. To be honest, decision was never his to make. I just wanted to hear his hesitant voice once more.

'Okay. Let me take off our bottoms.'

Once we're both naked, I can finally see his cock. It's the same size as mine, only a bit thinner and with spiked head. Perfect for cowboy position.

With that in mind, I gather as much saliva as I can and take his hard dong in my mouth, using my tongue to coat it with moisture. Somehow, our moans are in sync. His shape would make it really easy to swallow him to the hilt, but I'm scared that he'll come too soon, if I would do it. Instead, I leave his cock and much to his enjoyment, move to his balls. His taste over here is purer, sharper. No farm. Just a spicy boy. He shivers. God dammit, those virgins! I pressed my thumb to the underside of his cock, just over the balls. If you are ever fucking a virgin, that's a good way of prolonging their durability. That way even if they orgasm, they don't cum and don't go soft on you. With his endurance ensured, I finally can get bolder and attack his head with my tongue. Next delicacy on my list is his cock almost balls deep in my mouth. He enters me so swiftly and feels so good, that for a few seconds I manage to ignore my aching jaw and skullfuck myself on his dick. 'Oh, oh, oh!' - he moans, each time I go down on him. My only response is a loud slurp. In ecstasy, he scratches my ears and head. Squeezes his firm thighs around my neck. It's probably his first dry cum since he was eleven. I keep his cock in my mouth until it stops twitching. Then I let go of him and move up to kiss him.

'Time for your last lesson, buddy - I tell him, with my mouth just inches from his - You'll fuck me now.'

'But I've never... '

'Then just relax and watch.'

I straighten up and aim his slippery cock at my hole and biting my lip, I let the gravity do it's job. He gasps as his hot rod sinks into my butt. I grip him tightly with my anal muscles and wait until a bit of discomfort disappears. Adam becomes impatient. He grabs my plump asscheeks and tries to force me to move on his cock. I don't try to resist him and start by lightly rocking my hips. His high-pitched squeaks tell me I'm doing a good job. I feel sweat dripping down my forehead, spine and sides. Tiny drops are beading on his heaving chest.

As I feel warmed up, I start bouncing up and down on him. His open lips are calling me, so I grab his hands and pull him to my, so he sits up. I stop , as he traps me in his arms. We kiss loudly and greedily. Then he grabs my butt and forces me deep on his cock. Adam the Impaler. I bite down on his ear and that does it for him. I feel three strong shots of his cream in my butt. As I feel his cock softening, I brush off the wet hair from his forehead and give him tender kiss. He looks at me, smiles and falls down on the bed, sound asleep.

After resting for few minutes, I go to grab wet towel and clean him off as best as I can. Then I get him dressed and leave the room, waiting for him to wake up. It takes about an hour, which I use for making some sandwiches. When he comes into the kitchen, his expression is a bit confused, although he seems happy in general.

'What am I doing here?'

'Oh, you were tired from helping out in the village, so I let you have a nap in my room. Fancy a sandwich?'

'Hell yeah! I'm starving. Must be from all this helping.'

If only he knew...

It's 6:30 PM. I'm walking back to my grandparent's house. Adam seemed a bit confused, so I decided to walk him home. Anyway, as I was strolling down the road, I felt extremely happy, not only from my libido being appeased. The adventure with Adam gave me a solid proof that Rusalek's magic is legit! Now after two tests, I was finally ready to go for the one I really wanted, my sweet angel, Damian.

As I was walking, hands in my pockets, and whistling softly, a gust of warm wind surrounded me. Suddenly, a tall figure in a black robe appears out of thin air. I remotely remember seeing someone like this, but I'm not sure where and when. The figure turns out to be a young blonde woman. She smiles gently and takes few steps in my direction. For some reason I'm mesmerized and unable to move. Is it this Dola, that Rusalek told me about? What is she going to do to me? I want to run, but it's like I'm screwed to the ground.

Suddenly, there is a flash of light and Rusalek appears in front of me. I almost chuckle, as it is the first time, that I see him dressed. He wears what appears to be some kind of linen shirt and pants. It looks like something that could be chique around AD 1000. But I have little time to look at him as he starts levitating. He does all the transformation - his hair turn into flames, his claws protrude. He lets out an inarticulate growl.

But Dola is hardly impressed. She still walks towards us and all of a sudden, she makes a slight gesture with her right hand. This throws Rusalek off the ground and into the nearby field. I scream in terror, looking in that direction and actually praying that he's okay. Then my attention is back to Dola. She places her cold hand on my cheek and wipes off a single tear that was running down from the corner of my eye. Then she touches my chest with her finger and I black out.

<I'm standing over five dead bodies. I'm not alone. I stare into the green eyes. What have we done?>

NIGHT; ADAM'S HOUSE

Something woke Adam up. He wasn't sure what was that. Maybe it was because of the nap he took at Michal's place? Maybe because of the headache he had? He couldn't clearly remember the last four days. It was almost as if he had amnesia. But the harder he tried to remember, the more pain he felt.

He decided to get out of bed and go to the kitchen and drink some water. Since he came back home this afternoon, he was really thirsty for whatever reason. He emptied the glass two times and then replaced it on the shelf. Then he went back to his room and tried to go back to sleep.

He stared at the bright rectangle on the ceiling, created by the streetlights outside. He listened to the barking of Azor, their dog. Then, something strange happened. A giant shadow passed by the window. Adam jumped out of the bed and looked out of the window. The gate was torn to pieces, and on the yard, there was the strangest animal that he ever saw in his life. Was it bear, moose or a wolf? The monster was pacing back and forth under his window. It was grunting and puffing, while Azor was jumping around it. Then it stood up, and looked into Adam's eyes. Adam thought that the death itself was staring at him. Then, the giant creature roared loudly. Adam couldn't taking. Ignoring mortifying yelp he ran across the house,to his parent's bedroom.

'Wake up! - he shouted - Wake up! There's something going on outside!'

His father jumped out of the bed and followed him to his bedroom.

'Just behind the window!' - he shouted and pointed his finger out. Then he looked in that direction and his eyes widened in dread.

The monster was gone. There was a silence. What's left of Azor's body, laid sprawled out on the yard.

TBC.

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