23 Chapter 22
Athena walked closer, until she stopped in front of the simmering image of a chateau. Athena assumed it would look like an old run down structure but instead was surprised to find a beautiful small structure that had fake medieval form. With what looked like a structure in stone with large windows she walked closer to inspect the door from which the voice came.
"Swamaco Night. Swamaco si ki kome. Swamaco si ki kome Nagis. Si ki kome Nagis quere. Si ki kome tue vores camie"
Welcome Night. Welcome to my world. Welcome to the world you belong to. To the world you are stuck in. To the world where you begin to unveil.
Athena stood there still unsure, helplessly watching the translucent shape of the building. Something did not seem right and yet she found her feet moving closer still. She found her fingers reach out to touch the surprisingly light wooden doors, feeling the heavy patterns of iron curled together in such myriad shapes. The texture pleasing, inviting.
Her inquisitive fingers curled around the handle of the door, pulling them open, feeling the voice subside, the gush of wind brush away her hair and whip her shirt against her body. She closed her eyes for a moment taking the smells of the wood, the sun and iron laced with blood and horror. They weren't all particularly smells but the distinct feeling the smell left behind gave them that flavor.
The flavor of destitution, desolation and fear. The flavor of unnatural death. The flavor of anger. The flavor of an empty revenge.
She took a tender step in, getting the same distinct unsure feeling as the one she had experienced in her dream. There was a true horror in this place but she was too curious to turn away. After that moment of hesitation she stepped in. The feet of her right leg planted firmly in decision followed by her left foot.
The place came to life the minute she stepped in completely. The door shut behind her. It was dark, not even the moon light streamed in through the large windows. Which was odd, but, then again so was the whole situation.
She felt a chill run along her spine; this was decidedly a bad idea. She turned around to feel the door from which she had entered to leave, but felt nothing but empty darkness.
That was when she heard it. The soft pants of breath that left a pair of lips and brushed her neck. Someone was close behind her and yet Athena could not feel her. The image of those lips and white teeth formed again in front of her eyes. She felt translucent specs of moonlight slowly give life to a figure that Athena was too scared to turn around and look at.
"I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul."
The spec spoke against the skin of her earlobe. It was a whisper so soft, in a voice low and seductive that Athena almost forgot she was scared. She closed her eyes as she felt the first brush of fingers against the side of her ribs. There was something Athena knew she had to remember but could scarcely conjure up a thought to do so.
The voice was seducing her into a mindless submission.
"I thought at the time that I must be dreaming when I saw them, for, though the moonlight was behind them, they threw no shadow on the floor. They came close to me…"
Athena felt the voice achieve an even deeper quality to it. It was barely even a whisper anymore as those lips moved closer to the curve of her neck. Her breath teasing her skin. The words resonating along its length forming them for Athena's comprehension.
"and looked at me for some time and then whispered together. Two were dark, and had high aquiline noses, like the Count's, and great dark, piercing eyes, that seemed to be almost red when contrasted with the pale yellow moon… Are your eyes red my little Night?"
She asked before letting her fingers began to brush the strands of Athena's fiery red mass away from her neck, exposing her neck properly. The other translucent arm curling around Athena's waist.
"The other was fair, as fair as can be, with great, wavy masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires… you know she had those wavy masses and eyes… you my beautiful lack her beauty. You lack her conventional looks. But, it seems it's you…"
She moved the hand from her waist, slowly brushing the curve of her breast with such practiced seduction, cupping them for a second before settling around her neck, extending it to rest her head against her breast.
"All three had brilliant white teeth, that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips." Athena recited ahead. Feeling the specs lips curl in appreciation.
"I lay quite, looking out from under my eyelashes in an agony of delightful anticipation. The fair girl advanced and bent over me till I could feel the movement of her breath upon me. Sweet it was in one sense, honey – sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
The fair girl went on her knees and bent over me, fairly gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal…"
The spec paused, she too licked her lips in anticipation of how Athena would taste when she finally allowed herself the taste of her skin. The moment her tongue would lash out from between her lips and stroke the smooth lines of her skin. She imagined if Athena would taste like the Golden beauty, if they shared the same honeysuckled taste laced with chocolate. Or would Athena taste like a spec of darkness and moon flower, the very embodiment of night? Or maybe she would taste spicy like her spirit laced with sweet maple…
"Till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower she went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat…"
Athena recited urging the spec to end the game she was playing with her and finally taste what Athena wanted her to taste. Her eyes held a mystic drowsiness by now, she was too lost in the magic the voice had created to seduce her. Her body responding with impatience and lust as it dripped as sheens of sweat along her figure, twisting and pooling all along. Her wavy red mass tickling the specs breasts as she bobbed her head restlessly. The globular curve of her ass grinding impatiently against the specs legs. Athena twisted her legs as she clamped them against one another clenching her thighs as arousal burnt her flesh and release became imperative.
"Impatient little night…" the spec smiled before continuing, "The she paused, and I could hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as ones flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer – nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips…"
The spec pressed her lips against Athena's neck, the quote long forgotten as she could wait no more. Leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses, Athena felt the sharp cut of the dents of her pearly white teeth, drawing their first drop of her essence.
Her tongue brushed along the skin.
Moon flower laced with a spicy blend, the taste so dark and heady. The spec felt her head spin as hazy hallucinations formed in front of their eyes. A woman. A laugh. A memory.
"Viola" Athena heard the spec whisper before her teeth sang in and clasped onto Athena's throat.
The fading echoes of laughter began to reverberate against the walls of the chateau. The sound filled with so many emotions.
Sadness and happiness paradoxically intertwined with each other.
Athena's eyes grew heavier as the laughter grew louder, ringing over and over again in her ears.
"Come back…" Was the last thing Athena heard before she completely lost consciousness.
