A Demon named Mackenzie

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Mr. Mac

"I'm sure one look at you and any satyr would do your bidding." I chuckled as I ate some chips, internally berating myself for hinting of my desire. "Of course satyr's were hunted to extinction, by men jealous of their sexual prowess." I was admitting to knowing about such creatures and hoped she merely took it as part of the conversation and nothing more.

 

[Merelan]

Teresa:

QWe nibbled and shared the food, not caring who got which sandwich.
"I have always been fascinated by the old tales. My Granny was from Scotland. She would weave us tales, oh such lovely. A gifted storyteller, you felt you were there, right there. I sear there were times she did take us back. Her friends all said she had the gift, but only when my Mother wasn't around. She hated that. Hated any thought or mention of the unusual or uncanny." I nibbled on my sandwich. "Which of course made me even more interested."

 

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Mr. Mac

My voice took on the lilting Scottish tone, "Ay, I surely enjoyed my time there, and tales of leprecauns and fairies and elves." I pause trying to avoid giving the impression I knew which were real. "I even kissed de blarney stone and hunted the Loch Ness Monster," who had turned out to be an interesting creature, but for now I was treading on thin ice. "I suppose she told you tales of demonic creatures to frighten you?" I raise one eyebrow and offer half my sandwhich to trade for the one she'd already demolished.

 

[Merelan]

Teresa:
'Yes she did. Ones that could change their sex at will. That fascinated me the most. Or those who could control what others feel. Sometimes I dreamed, oh late at night, that a demon would come and steal me away. Make me his willing slave." I nodded at his offer of the sandwich. I was famished, starving. Laughing, though it sounded hollow. "I'm sorry. I have been monopolizing the conversation."

 

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Mr. Mac

A delicate shiver went down my spine, "You must have some interesting dreams." I shift slightly and polish off the sandwhich. "Of course there is some truth to all tales." What was I getting myself into? I seemed to be digging myself deeper and deeper into sexual need, and more.

 

[Merelan]

Why was I going on about this. I never talked about it with anyone, ever. But he drew me out so, listened. Didn't laugh at my childish dreams and fantasies. Careful teresa, he is nice, but, he is your boss. Whatever he wants it isn't a babbling fool. And now he seemed uncomfortable, shifting all the time.
"So, enough about me. May I ask where your from, originally? You have a slight accent, I just can't place."

 

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Mr Mac

I gulped at the question, "I travelled a lot in my life," I certainly could tell her that I was so old that I barely recalled my childhood. "I've been nearly everywhere, Ireland, Scotland, England, Orient, Australia, most of Europe, even parts of South America, I haven't been to Africa much, but I plan to eventually." I hope I've avoided any more personal questions. Even as I'm glad she's opened up about herself to me.

 

[Merelan]

Teresa:
I was intrigued by him. So well traveled and cultured. Why should he need to pay for a sex partner? My mind still insisting that was what this was. He was handsome, in a rugged, exotic way. gentle, kind. If that was what he wanted, why didn't he say, or do something? I was willing.
Then realized how willing. The slight feeling I had felt earlier had increased to a dull aches, an emptiness. He was watching me, I turned my face away, knowing I was blushing. he couldn't know could he?
"Travel? Oh I would love to travel someday. You are lucky. Always on the move, never having to settle down in one place." I sighed and looked down at his shoe in front of me. Even it a perfection.

 

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Mr. Mac

I found myself inhaling deeply, why was she putting out enough pheremones to attract an army? I licked my lips as I glanced at her, this was not the time place, or even the person I should be lusting for. "Well you'll get to travel enough with my heir." I couldn't resist, I brushed the fine hair away from her face and tilting her head up, my fingers gently on her chin. I lowered my lips and hearing her heart pounding her hormones filling air as our lips met.

I draw back stunned at my actions, my thumb still stroking her cheek. "I'm sorry," I murmur meaning it but at same time not sorry I had kissed her.

 

[Merelan]

Suddenly he was so close, licking his lips. I felt a little flushed, but didn't move.
"Well you'll get to travel enough with
my heir." Yes, this heir. I should ask about him. But could not break eye contact. Reaching out he softly tucked an errant curl behind my ear.
Kissing. He is kissing me. A few eternal seconds and he pulls away. My lips stinging, burning.
"Sorry."
Why? Why sorry. Is this not what he had bought? Trembling I can not help but reach out and touch the back of his hand, he is trembling too. Why?
"Why?" It is out before I stop it. He heard, I see. His hand grasps mine. No, don't speak. Don't. I want to scream it. But want to hear. In my ear I hear my Granny's voice suddenly.
"You will find your destiny in the silence of a kiss." Oh God. Had I spoken that? No, Yes?

 

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Mr. Mac

"I shouldn't have." Then my lips meet hers again with a merging that is neither demanding or questioning. "This isn't the time or place." I whisper between more kisses, my hand sliding along her side finally cuping one perfect breast.

I pull back, "You can say no." Even as my eyes pleaded with her to say yes, "I would never force you."

 

[Merelan]

Teresa:

Unable to break from his gaze I simply place my hand over his.
"My destiny in a kiss." A tear slowly slipping down my cheek. Was I ready? But was this business, or pleasure? Part of me didn't care, I wanted to sooth the hunger I saw in his eyes, and in so, sooth mine. But whispering through the passion, the craving, was a tiny voice, loud and clear. He bought and paid for you. Torn, confused.
"I am not a whore." Lip trembling, trying so hard to not cry. "I thought I could do this, but I can't." Finally looking away. Every fiber of my being screeching at me to be still, be quiet. Shaking my head again. "It isn't right. I'm not suppose to like you, want you, am I? If I didn't, I could, I think. No. " Repeating myself again. "I am not a whore." But his eyes showed confusion as he pulled back, removing his hand. My body arching after it. A heat, a need, torn from me with it.
"Please. Is this just part of the job description? Or, is it me you want. I thought I could do this thing. Let you buy me with a salary and nice clothes. But I can't. Though my body is raging for you. What have you done to me? My destiny in a kiss. That's what Granny always told me when she read my eyes and future. Are you my destiny?" Realizing I wasn't even making sense. What had happened. We had been getting along so well, joking, laughing and then this.

 

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Mr. Mac

I pulled back and stood abruptly, she was saying things about whores and it took a while for it to sink in. I inwardly curse myself.

"Do you believe in Fate?" I continue on not waiting for an answer. "The job is real, I expect you to work hard. The salary is above average because I treat my employees well. You'll find that all my employees are above average in salary and benefits. I have never used anyone for sex," my voice is steely as I run my fingers through my hair pulling myself together. "In fact I haven't had sex in," I cringe why was I telling her this, "in a very long time. If I wanted sex, I could have certainly gotten it easier and cheaper." I pulled her up into me, my green smoky eyes boring into yours. "If you really think I just want you for sex, then you are not the woman I thought you were."

 

[Merelan]

Teresa:
Listening, I believed. Believed every word he said, and suddenly felt like a fool for listening to the sordid side of my head.
"No. I believe you. But this seems like a fairytale. A dream come true. A handsome man comes into my life and gives me hope, security and likes me. I..." Trailing off. "I am not used to it. Please, I am sorry." Reaching out and touching his cheek. Not wanting him to disappear from my life. Drawn to him in a way I did not understand. But in my mind I remembered his words. Not had sex, in a long time. How long? And why not? Wanting to be the one he chose to break his drought with.

 

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Mr Mac

I drew her close to me, I could feel my desire. "This isn't the time or place to," my fingers ran along her cheek, "make love." My voice lowers to a bare whisper as I feel her shiver. "May I take you to my home?"

 

[Merelan]

My mind screamed no, to run. Every fiber in my body reacting to his pull.
No, I can't, not like this.
"Yes, please." A plea slipping through my lips even as I thought no. Laying my head briefly on his shoulder, then nuzzling his neck. I felt faint, and far away, like in a dream.

 

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Mr. Mac

I felt a wave of relief wash through me as I led her back to the car her body sort of fell in. She was limp with a hazy look in her eyes. I saw emotions tumbling through them.

I glanced away before I became too deeply pulled in. I went around car and started engine and headed to my simple home. I opened the door and helped her out of car, watching every movement looking for a sign of resistance.

 

[Merelan]

His home is simple, yet, elegant. Still in a daze we enter, his hand again touching the small of my ack, sending yet another flame throughout me. looking around I am silent, unknowing what to do, what to say. Though, I need his bathroom. Flesh, I hate it, calling it's need. No, I love it, for I had needs. Never before have I been so needful.
It is so, so elegant. Yet, one feels almost as if it were a chapel. A private mediatation place." He walked the room, lighting candles. Yes, elctric lights would spoil this place.
"May I..." Starting to ask where the bathroom was, but he turned and our eyes met again. Unable to speak as my throat dried instantly. frightened not a little I was pulled toward him. unable to deny my need. My hunger.

 

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Mr. Mac

The candles filled air with soft smell of honeysuckle. She was about to ask something when I drew near, her scent was intoxicating as my tongue slide over the tender felsh of her neck, kissing sucking teasing. I hear her whisper one word, "Bathroom," and I rein in my lower instincts for another moment. I point to open archway to the south and give her neck another lick. My large bed was framed against the wall. The room was open with a closet on one side, the bathroom off another and door we came in on last wall.

 

[Merelan]

Heading toward where he pointed, but caught by the sight of the bed. Huge, Antique. My mouth hung open as desire swept over me. The tall four posts. The velvet covers. Like out of my fantasy world. Words whispered in my ear as he ravages me. Claimed me, made me his willing slave. A Princess taken by a demon lover. A light moan escaped me.
Even my thoughts were ragged, incoherant. Slipping into the bathroom I sagged against the door. what the hell was I doing? My whole being was on fire. Turning to the toilet, oh God. A bidet. I had heard of them, but never seen one.
I used the facilities, yes even the bidet, hovering over it, trying to get the hang of it, but hurried. Afraid he would ask me what I was doing. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling cleaner, fresher, calmer. That is till I stepped back through the door and saw the bed again. Now trembling again, shy, nervous, but the need in me growing, I searched for him. There, standing at the window, with a drink in his hands. The light reflected around him, setting him in a glow, featureless. God, he was so sexy.
Clearing my throat so he would know I was here, starting to speak. "You have some lovely antiques."

 

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Mr. Mac

I was sipping a fine Claret contemplating how to deal with my hunger. I heard her stepping back into room and I glanced at the glass of wine on the table.

"I've had plenty of time and money to acquire them." My voice is soft wanting to tell her everything but needing her lust and passion first. I would explain later, as if she'd believe me now.

I glance at the oriental screen and elaborate blackwork dresser.

 

[Merelan]

I let his words sink in as I wandered, my hand slowly drawn across each piece as I passed. My fire building within. It seemed I was standing in front of a doorway. Should I open it? But turning I saw him watching. Yes, I had to. Slipping up near him.
"May I have a sip?"

 

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Mr. Mac

"Of course," I tip the glass in front of her lips watching the red drops slide over her soft lips.

We are standing so close together I can feel the warmth emanating from her body. How to ask her even as my mind drifted to thoughts of the bed. I pulled glass away and lowered my lips to hers kissing the wine sweet lips.

 

[Merelan]

Barely tasting the wine my eyes on his chest. Unable to look up, for knowing, knowing i would be caught in his eyes again. But it didn't matter. Unable to move from him, drawn to him by some force. Sexual? Not all. Sexual I understood, but this. Barely shaking my head at a second sip. His lips suddenly on mine, gently tasting me. Moaning I leaned into him. Wanting those lips to devour me, take me into him.

 

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Mr. Mac

The kiss was sweet and my tongue gently grazed her lips seeking entry. As one hand caressed her face, playing with her silky hair. The other sliding along her side resting at her hips. Not wanting to rush but feeling unbearable hunger burning inside.