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  Lilith wept freely, her body quivering with emotion. “I feel that what you say is true,” she whispered. “I feel it in my soul. I am with child. We are free of human form.”

  Adam looked from one to the other. “But what does this mean? What of the maker? He will destroy us?”

  Lilith wrapped her arm about his waist, pressing her naked form to him and Eve smiled at them both. It was the way of all things, to seek out the warmth and protection of another in a time of danger. But now there were three of them, soon to be five. And more. Many, many more. The truth of their existence laid bare on this night. A new race of beings made of magic and flesh and passion, of heaven and hell and all things in between. Immortal in body, immortal in love.

  Eve reached up to cup his cheek in her hand. His beautiful face that had shimmered beneath the surface of every host body he had possessed, and so beloved to her all these millennia. “Do you not see, Adam? Do you not feel the truth in your very essence?”

  The truth dawned in his eyes just as the sun glinted through the window blinds.

  “We are the makers,” Lilith whispered.

  The dark, forbidden knowledge so long denied to them now reverberated between them.

  Eve nodded. “We are joined for all eternity. Where there were three, now there is one. We exist to serve each other. To love each other. Always.”

  Adam looked at Eve, his smile radiant. “You knew. You always knew.”

  She nodded. “Yes. But it was only with Lilith that we could be truly free. To love the one who deserves it most. Now we are bound by the lives we have created.”

  “The maker of all things,” Lilith said. “The source of creation.”

  They laughed, drunk with their own sense of selves. It wasn’t power that pleased them. It was belonging. As the sun rose on the first day of its kind, Adam, Lilith and Eve made their way into their new world, certain of their eternal love.

  A Woman Possessed

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  by Velvet Tripp

  Chapter 1

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  The Morning After

  I peered through the lashes of one eye. Cautiously. I ached, and in places I hadn’t for a long time. Including my pussy. Other bodies were strewn around the space, arms, legs and sleeping faces poking out from various blankets and quilts. I sat up, forcing my eyes to open more fully and began to take in the scene around me. Not that it added to my understanding.

  “Afternoon, Stella,” a disembodied voice said. I jumped, then wheeled around to see Zero squatting on cushions behind me.

  “What the hell happened?” I asked. “How come you’re saying it’s afternoon?”

  “Because it is. Don’t you remember anything?”

  I shook my head. “Gimme a coffee, Zero. I’m almost afraid to ask.”

  Zero clambered over the sleeping bodies towards the coffee flask opposite him, swiftly pouring a mug of my particular form of sepia nectar and adding two sugars to ensure that extra sweet hit. He handed it over to me. I cupped it with both hands, sipping the hot liquid while staring around. I was inside a geodesic dome, its heavy canvas covering reducing the light inside to a dim glow from the entrance. There seemed to be three other people asleep. Two nestled in each other’s arms and one behind me, his head covered by a quilt. The arm sticking out complete with a dragon entwined with a very sexy Goth chic tattoo told me it was Twister. Everyone at these camps had nicknames, and Twister had earned his by the number of people (mainly women) he’d introduced to his twisted world over the years.

  Twister didn’t think he was twisted. Just that the rest of the world simply hadn’t discovered what he believed was in us all. Well, at least half the world, anyway. His particular form of bliss. Getting women off on pain. The other half, for total bliss to exist, would of course have to be into receiving and utilising pain for their own pleasure.

  Zero gave me a wry smile. “So you really don’t remember last night’s ritual?”

  I frowned. Yes, I remembered us setting up the ceremony. I’d asked them to join me in doing some healing for my friend Helen. We’d talked about it all the way here. She’d had a serious infection and fallen into a coma. It was terrifying that it happened so fast and the doctors could only wait and watch. So we’d set up a ritual to help her. I remembered hearing the drums, having the intent, but after that everything got hazy. Very hazy. The coffee began to wake my body up. Somehow that didn’t help. My pussy seemed to ache more. My nipples felt sore. My legs complained as I shifted to stand up and my ass tingled. I reached round to rub it and felt raised skin, sore raised skin. I decided to stay where I was and sat back down – carefully.

  An image flashed into my mind. Well, not an image so much as bodily recollection. My pussy twitched as it relived some moment of ecstasy. I heard myself screaming, felt the short sharp shock of the whip deliver messages to my brain that almost instantly converted from pain to high-as-a-kite pleasure.

  “Zero come on, fill me in,” I pleaded. Obviously it had been a heavy session, but how come I couldn’t recall?

  “What exactly do you need filling in? Surely you remember why you did the session?”

  I did. “Yeah, but how...”

  “Mornin’,” someone murmured. The tattooed arm rose and Twister’s grinning face appeared. “How’s the sacrifice today?”

  I stared at him, startled. Sacrifice? What sacrifice?

  Zero snorted. “Hardly a sacrifice, mate,” he said. “Not the way she was grinning by the end of it.”

  Snippets began to drift into my brain. My arms stretched above me, tethered to the roof of the dome somehow. My legs spread-eagled, manacled to some metal bar, juices dripping down my thighs. Pain searing my skin, my mind drifting away...

  “You were definitely a woman possessed,” Twister said, still grinning.

  He leaned over and kissed me. A deep-throated tongue entwining kiss that reawakened my clit and nipples. They instantly betrayed to him just how turned on he could get me with very little effort. It wasn’t difficult to see how he’d earned his name. Gently but firmly he leaned down and gripped one nipple in his teeth, licking the end of it in a circular motion and sucking delicately, then nipping just enough to make my eyes close as my clit got the message and began to twitch.

  Just then, groans emanated from the bodies heaped together. Twister stopped teasing me and looked over at them. I cursed under my breath. My re-awakened pussy was throbbing, and it wasn’t all pleasure. There was an ache familiar from past experiences of very heavy nights of over-use. Another fragmented memory flooded into my consciousness. Legs splayed, held open by unseen hands at knees and ankles, my engorged clit set to explode, distant surreal screams accompanying deep thrusting into my dripping cunt. Pubic bone grinding against pubic bone. No wonder I ached!

  Scorpion and Melody finally emerged from under their blankets and attempted to find their clothes. They didn’t succeed. Discarded garments were strewn all over the space but it wasn’t obvious which ones were theirs. Temporarily giving up, they simply sat down, wrapped blankets around themselves and scrounged coffee from Zero.

  Melody looked much as I felt. Confused and tired but happy. “The ceremony went well,” she said eventually.

  Of course, I thought. The ceremony. Beltane.

  “You were wild. Amazing. What happened?”

  “You tell me,” I replied. “I can’t remember much.”

  “You remember the mission, though, right?”

  “Yeah, I do,” I said. “Helen. Healing. Did we succeed?”

  “Time will tell,” Mel replied. “We won’t really know until it all pans out.”

  Zero came to join me on the pile of cushions I’d perched on. Twister on one side, Zero on the other. That brought back a memory in itself.

  Zero’s name came from zero tolerance to anyone who thought they had authority over him. H
e was anarchic but smart and egalitarian. He believed we all had an equal right to be here, to be treated with respect and to live with the ethos “do as you will and harm none”. As he saw it, the rules and laws to make you do what the “nanny state” wanted were to be flaunted, and authoritarian figures should stay out of his face. He’d joined or started protests in his time for such causes as the prevention of ancient woodland being destroyed, a new bypass in his town that would have displaced an entire estate of two hundred and thirty people, the building of a new factory on a designated greenbelt site and the proposal for a new fossil fuel-gobbling energy plant. When it came to sex and magic, he was one of the best. And one of the most trustworthy folk I knew.

  His energy during our rite had been the perfect complement. Despite the fact that I now realised it was he who had given me the aching groin, I was happy he’d decided to be a part of our intent.

  Pieces of the puzzle were beginning to come together, but I needed to know what had really happened. I’d never felt so out of it during a magical working before. Usually, I’d be able to recite chapter and verse on how a ceremony had gone. This time all I had were some snatches of memory, mainly around the sex involved.

  Scorpion and Melody were unusually quiet. “Come on Mel, what really happened?” I questioned.

  She shook her head. “I’m not sure. It all started just as usual,” she started.

  “I know. I remember us setting up, asking for protection, sealing the circle, but after that, things start to get hazy.”

  Mel grinned. “You were like wild animals! I’ve never seen such debauchery,” she teased.

  “Who was?” I probed.

  “All of you, in fact. Including myself for a while there. But you were like a woman possessed.”

  Scorpion looked positively entertained by the conversation, but stayed quiet.

  “Zero said that too. Odd. Maybe I was. Maybe that’s why I can’t remember.”

  “I’m almost sure you were, Stella. Your voice wasn’t your own and…um…the stuff you did was…uh, pretty wild. I don’t know how else to put it. We know you’re a toughie as far as subbing is concerned, but I had to stop you before you got injured.”

  Now I was worried. “Come on, spill. Chapter and verse. And Scorpion, what say you?”

  Mel straightened up a little. “To tell the truth, you were spectacular, and no harm was done, but I’ve never seen or been part of a session so manic.

  “It all started after you said, Spirits of Beltane, hail and welcome. Your eyes sorta glazed over. You dropped to your knees, held your wrists out to Twister, begged him to bind you, gag you and flog you.”

  “Which I did gladly,” Twister said.

  I closed my eyes. Nothing, I just couldn’t remember.

  “Want me to show you?” he quipped, absently stroking my hair. My pussy twitched. Again. My body evidently remembered more than I did.

  Zero noticed my change in demeanour and began stroking my thigh. Shivers ran through me. Twister leaned forward and kissed me. I felt Zero’s hand moving up my thigh, past the bruises and over my pubes. Wet? Of course I was. The only thing between my skin and his touch was a thin silky wrap I’d tied around myself. It fell away as Zero’s fingers ran over my belly. Twister carried on kissing me while cupping my breast, kneading it slightly. I was getting very wet now. When he began pinching my nipple and nuzzling my neck I knew I was done for. Whatever bruises and aches I had from the night before were forgotten.

  Before I knew it Zero’s tongue was taking the place of his hand. He had a neat trick, gently licking my thigh then gently blowing on the damp skin. The trace of pleasure slithered upwards to my cunt. His tongue followed. Then Twister’s fingers became more insistent. Both nipples were now getting the attention they loved. Engorged, they thrummed some distant memory. Distant only because I couldn’t remember last night.

  Zero wasn’t going to give me time to remember, either. His tongue was more insistent, working its way deeper into my swollen labia, my clit aching for contact. He knew it, and flicked his tongue right over my sweet spot. Ripples of bliss echoed through my body and up to my brain, leaving me breathless with excitement. My back arched and my head fell backwards. I gasped as wave after wave of mounting rapture captured all my attention. Before I knew it, Zero was above me, on me, in me. I could hear Scorpion moan softly as Zero began to move slowly inside me. Hands grabbed my wrists, held my arms above my head, pushed me back onto the cushions. My nipples responded to the teeth nibbling, pinching them almost to the point of pain. Almost, but not quite. Sensation overload! I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t wait. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me and I screamed through the hand over my mouth.

  Before I had a chance to get my breath back or open my eyes, Zero was replaced by Twister. He drove deep into me, hard and strong, hitting my g-spot as I howled with surprise, overwhelming sensation rising from my cunt, through my belly and coursing through my whole body to my brain. I gasped and cried, tears flowing freely as I came again and again while Twister thrust his might into me. Zero, meanwhile, scratching down my back with his nails, slapping my ass as it rose to meet Twister. As I came one last time, now whimpering with a mixture of delight and exhaustion, the two men caressed and cuddled me where I lay.

  When I finally sat up and looked around, Scorpion and Mel were gone. In the distance, I could hear them, back in their own space, obviously having their own private party, having been spectators to our impromptu one. It sounded good. They were having fun. But there was still the mystery. What had happened to me for me to lose so much of last night?

  Chapter 2

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  Adolpha

  An invitation I couldn’t refuse. Skin!

  Oh, such a long time since I had the sensation of skin around me, blood coursing through me, nerves detecting heat and cold, pleasure and pain. I’ve missed being human! She’s ideal. A pain slut, like me. Lean and lithe, like I was. I’m going to make the most of this! Just look what I have in front of me. Four bodies. Four people. For me.

  He looks really hot. The one with all the tattoos – “Twister”. And piercings. His muscles so beautifully defined in the candlelight, his musky scent pouring into her nostrils for my delight. Zero, the taller one with sinuous fingers, an evil look in his eye and gorgeous, chestnut brown long hair will be fun. I can tell. All four seem to be focusing on me.

  Can I speak? I’ll try. Deep breath. Got to get this right. “Tie me up!”

  Melody gives me an odd look. Must not have sounded right. Try again. “Tie me up. Give me pain.”

  “OK,” Melody says. “You OK?”

  I nod. Stretch a smile. They’ll never know. Stella’s only been pushed to one side. I’m only borrowing her body. I need this! Fifty-three years is a long time to wait.

  Melody and Scorpion take a wrist each, fastening leather cuffs. Zero and Twister do the same on my ankles. The leather smells so rich, so primal. My skin tingles as I feel the straps tighten, my pulse running through my wrists, already quickening.

  “Get brutal. Do your worst,” I say, the words thickening in my throat.

  They are looking at me questioningly. I need them to get it. What I want.

  “More power. Build power,” I croak. “Get heavy.”

  “Wow, she’s on one tonight,” Zero says.

  “Well, it is her friend that needs the energy sending out. And she’s always very determined. Let’s give her what she wants,” Twister retorts.

  Phew, looks like I’m going to get it. And get away with it. Yes! Adolpha’s back. And I’m so ready for action!

  They grab my wrists and stretch my arms high above me. I feel them being anchored to the rough wooden sticks of the structure. They grab my ankles and I look down. They drag my legs apart, but only after roughly subtracting my underwear and wrap. As they fasten my legs to a bar, stretching them apart, I feel
her, me, starting to seep, moisten the way. My pubes parted, my sex on full display, accessible, open, but as yet untouched.

  Suddenly I can’t see. They’ve covered my eyes. It smells of leather. I breathe deep, savouring the odours of sweet woman, hot man and primal skin mingling. It’s quiet. I shake a little. I love this bit. The tension. The anticipation. I bite my lip, breathing hard now. They whisper. Melody giggles.

  Ohh…oh that’s so gorgeous! A velvety, moist tongue runs over my labia. Just once. Oh, god. Shivers run down my back as someone’s fingers stroke their way down my spine. Zero’s, I’m guessing. Hands caress my buttocks, breasts, thighs. Eight hands. Four tongues. All mine. Heaven. This is heaven. Not that place I’ve been stuck all this time.

  I groan. Twister says to the others, “Let’s give her something to remember. She said brutal.”

  I nod. They start a bit gently. A hand slaps my ass. It makes me jump in surprise. Then again, and again. Nails bring nerves alive on my back. Scratching, trailing sensations that spread like ripples on water, reaching down to my ass, up the back of my neck to my brain. Mine for now anyway.

  “Ow!” I squeal. That one was harder.

  “Shhh,” someone says. “Be quiet.”

  Mmm. Commanding. Strong. Think it was Twister. His breath flutters over my ear. Hairs on my neck bristle. I gasp.

  They start to flog me, two I think. One on the left, the other on the right. Thwack, thwack, thwack. They carry on. Harder, faster.

  “Aaagghh!!” Wrap-around catches that soft spot on my hip, just in front of the bone.

  “I said quiet!” Twister commands. “I’m going to make sure you are,” he says.

  “But….” I start to say. As if I really object!

  Then I feel a ball on my lips. A cold, hard ball. They start to tighten the straps on the gag. My mouth forced open, lips stretched. Tongue pushed down. Trapped. Helpless. Enforced silence. Almost.

  I begin to tremble. I shift my weight a little from side to side, easing the stretching in my thighs. Thwack! Thwack!