Deadly Embrace

Deadly Embrace – Word Count: 2996

Round 27 Entry - Supernatural & Sexy - Erotic stories that feature supernatural themes - are your ghosts horny or your demon's sex starved?

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         He groaned, and then stretched as his long unused muscles complained at being brought back into use. ‘Not again,’ he thought. Although his internal clock had registered centuries since his last ‘trial,’ and he had no wish to go through the process again.

         But, he noted, he was out of the container in truth, and looking about him he saw the reason, or rather the purpose of his release. ‘Release?’ he thought. Not hardly; more of a change of venue, but still bound under the same curse.

         She was watching him with intense interest, turning her head this way and that, squinting her eyes one moment, rubbing them the next. ‘Can’t believe her eyes,’ he thought without humor. Of course; that’s the way it always begins.

         Returning her stare, he noted that she was quite comely for a human female, although she appeared a little pale. An albino perhaps? No, her hair had a subtle golden hue, her eyes were a piercing bright blue, and her lips displayed a rosy blush that complemented her overall appearance.

         He had to face facts; sequestered in that ridiculously fragile ceramic container for hundreds of years, he was still a man, albeit transformed by the curse into this creature he’d now become.

         She was already having an uncomfortably erotic affect on him, simply because of the deprivation effect of the curse. She couldn’t touch him of course, nor he her. It was the nature of the curse, to torment him through eternity. But what of her, he wondered; what affect does the curse have on her?

         Watching her rise from the couch upon which she’d been sitting, he noted her voluptuous figure, in a classical sense. She wore a simple tunic, knee-high, with panels crossing her ample breasts, exposing a fairly modest amount of cleavage. A nicely cinched waist and softly swelling hips brought his focus towards the impossible. Sandals completed her dress, with cross-straps up her calves to her knees. Incredibly lovely, he thought.

         As he watched her approach him, several thoughts spun through his mind. Another woman, he thought. Selfish, wishing for wealth, beauty, possessions, or vengeance upon another to appease some perceived injury. What ridiculous demands were about to be put upon his imposed duty he could only imagine, but he knew it couldn’t possibly be pleasurable.

         She appraised him carefully, walking around him with a smug grin, looking up and down his body. Stopping in front of him once more, she asked, “You’re a Jinn, aren’t you?” He was compelled to nod at her in the affirmative.

         “Three wishes then?” she continued. Again, he could only nod. This was not going well, he thought. He glanced at her cautiously, catching her widening grin. Nope; definitely not at all well.

         Her laughter rang throughout the house, and she swirled around in joy, stopping only to face him once again, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?” She approached him slowly, and reached out her hand to touch him.

         She couldn’t actually touch him, he knew. And he smiled inwardly as he anticipated her puzzlement when she tried. ‘Women,’ he thought.

—o—

         He was stunned at her touch! He hadn’t felt the touch of anyone in centuries, and had grown accustomed to the relative safety of physical isolation. This was something he was totally unprepared for, and he was frozen in shock as she caressed his cheek, drifting her hand casually down his face to his chest. Her face was now inches away from his, and he felt her warm breath on his lips.

         “Anything I wish, right?” she continued. The implication of that question began to take on a whole new meaning just then. The curse compelled him to answer, of course, and he nodded in assent. Chills began to creep up his spine as she continued to caress his chest, moving her hand down to his waist, pinching his navel.

         This was already fouling up his usual routine of simply granting wishes and being banished back into his ceramic container. There were no guidelines to instruct him what to do in a case like this. It seemed that she had more confidence at this point than him.

         In a last desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, he sputtered out, “Three wishes; only three, and they can’t violate the laws of nature!” Her demeanor never changed, and her smug look didn’t do anything to gain him further confidence in the situation.

         Her hand continued down his body to his pubic area, and sorting through the folds of the cloth covering his hips, she managed to come into contact with his genitals. Her face showed a bright gleam of satisfaction.

         His body hadn’t forgotten the pleasures of the flesh he enjoyed prior to his curse, and his inevitable erection swelled into her hand, becoming almost painful in its intensity. After all, it’d been several centuries, he recalled.

         The soft caress of her hand on his cock and balls sent stunning shocks through his body, causing him to lose concentration on the task at hand. Instead of his duties, he was distracted by her touch, her beauty, and her charisma. This was NOT an ordinary episode.

         “Your name,” she prodded. “Can you tell me your name?” He fidgeted, but seeing no reasonable way out of answering responded, “Kipp.” To turn the tables on her he then asked, “And yours?” Her easy response was, “Meridiana.” That exchange completed, they both stood silent for a few moments. The protagonists were now fully engaged.

         Her smile was both engaging and irritating. He was beginning to become interested in this human, but his Jinn curse was beginning to press him on to getting the ‘wishes’ out of the way so he could continue his accursed existence, such as it was.

         She was uncomfortably close to him right now; he was accustomed to his usually baffled ‘clients’ maintaining a respectable distance from him while in his presence.

         One peculiar aspect to the ‘Wish Process’ was being completely bound to the mortal who managed to call him until all three wishes had been granted. In that respect, past experience had taught him what he considered the defining characteristics of humans; greed, avarice, spite and deception, and the sooner he could return to the relative sanity and security of his confinement, the more comfortable he’d feel.

         Feeling her fingertips still stroking his now fully erect cock was distracting as hell, as this had never happened since his curse. The supernatural barrier between him and the beneficiary of the wishes hadn't materialized this time, and he felt exposed to whatever evils this creature might commit upon him. Although, he wasn’t ready for her to stop her exploration of his body just yet.

         Finally, he could stand it no longer, and decided to turn the tables on this woman. If she could touch him, he reasoned, he could touch her. If that were true, it might spur her on to begin making the offered wishes.

         He was close enough to feel her lust, unusually strong; undoubtedly for things that she didn’t have. It was stronger in this one, he felt, than the others, and accordingly he prepared himself for really outrageous wishes. Before she did so however, he wanted to extract some measure of sensual payback for her taunts.

         She’d maintained her soft grip on his genitals, but had pressed her face close to his, bringing her breasts tightly against his chest. Suddenly, he reached around her neck and pulled her lips into his, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth.

         As his assault on her mouth took place he felt her flinch, and try to draw her head back. Her resistance lasted only a moment however, and then she continued her apparent seduction of this enigma, this creature of myth and magic.

         ‘There is something different about this one,’ he thought, trying to keep his mind focused on his mission. Exotic scents drifted about them as they explored each other’s bodies; soft, hypnotizing scents.

         Her touch was becoming more and more demanding, and in an effort to gain control of the situation, Kipp tried to extract himself from her embrace. Before he could do so however, she leaned into his ear and made her First Wish.

         “I wish you to touch me, Jinn,” she whispered, “while making love to me as you’ve never done to anyone before, whenever I desire.”

         Shock! Confusion; finally acquiescence. Surprisingly, all points of the wish were valid, and the forces that controlled the curse pushed the wish towards completion. He didn’t understand why she picked this particular wish, but he had no objections to its fulfillment.

         As if following a script, Kipp pulled her face back to his for a long, tongue-filled kiss. Feeling her body relax against his, he began to stroke her curves as though she were a beloved one, finally moving his hands to her buttocks, pulling her hips into his erection.

         The paradox of being forced to do something that he already craved was new for him, and the absurdity of it confused him. Not enough to prevent him from completing the conditions of the curse however.

         Meridiana maintained her grip on his cock, despite the pressure he was exerting on her butt, and forcing her mouth into the crook of his neck she—bit him.

         Surprised, Kipp shook her loose, and realized that their present location did nothing to assist him in accomplishing the task he’d been ordered to perform. Smiling, he picked her up and carried her into the nearby boudoir, which offered more comfortable accommodations.

         They explored each other’s bodies in a frenzy, foregoing any further preliminaries, but the details of her wish controlled his approach to her. She’d said ‘making love,’ and despite centuries of imposed celibacy, he slowed his efforts and began to treat their tryst instead as a banquet of senses.

         Visually, she was everything he’d desired in a woman, strangely magnetic in temperament, and her scent and taste to this point were absolutely captivating. Prolonging this encounter with his ‘client’ at this time was no problem.

         Her interest in him seemed to be just as intense, as she quickly freed him from his clothing, and began showering his body with kisses. In fact, he had to use a tremendous amount of emotional energy to subdue her outburst of passion, lest he end their engagement prematurely.

         The lust that saturated her now he knew was for him, and had escalated into a combination of desperation and fierce determination. Their intimacy had given them an emotional bond that allowed him a brief insight into her mind.

         Another enigma, he thought; doomed to failure and frustration. Her passion stood no chance against his curse, so no matter how strong their desire for each other, the pattern of wish-making would take its course, and he’d be firmly entrapped within the accursed ceramic vessel once more, awaiting the next foolish mortal to stumble across his eternal ordeal.

         Their sensuous exploration of each other’s bodies and minds continued throughout the better part of a month. Finally, they lay together in exhaustion, wrapped in each other’s arms. The Kama Sutra was worn to tatters, several times; and they had invented positions that only the absolutely depraved and perverted could have thought of; and loved every minute of it.

         But, he thought, all good things must come to an end. Sadly, he turned his mind back to the conditions of his curse once again; he pressed her for the next wish. Secretly, he knew that her caveat on the first wish had ensured that he’d see her again, but only in the exercise of his duties. Once she’d said, “whenever I desire”, he had a tether to her soul, tenuous though it was.

         Watching her face closely, he noted that her grin had not diminished. Either she had finally tired of their sexual exploits, or she was just as foolish as her predecessors, unaware of the temporary nature of their relationship. ‘Women,’ he thought once more, ‘they think they know everything.’

         Looking into his eyes for several moments, she finally leaned into his face and kissed him; deeply. Pulling back, she took his face in her hands and said, “Jinn, I know ALL of your secrets; you’re mine from this time on.”

         Shaking his head, he sadly waited for her to continue.

         Pulling his ear to her mouth, she gave him her Second Wish.

         The world seemed to swirl around him, and lightning crackled about them. There was a struggle of some sort taking place about the room, and it was getting quite ugly. His immediate impulse was to protect Meridiana, but it took only moments before the sound of angry humming took the place of havoc. Soon, even that began to fade away, and he felt different; even more exposed than he’d been when he discovered that Meridiana could actually touch him.

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         “Honey,” the voice came from the kitchen, “could you check up on Katy, and see if she needs any help with her homework?”

         ‘Damn, Katy’s nearly twenty now, and she didn’t need Daddy to lean on anymore,’ he thought. But he got up from his own homework, correcting college term papers, and wandered into the family room.

         Maddy, the other member of the ‘dynamic duo,’ twin girls of the family, was at college nearly six hundred miles away, studying Classical Anthropology, a subject in which she seemed to be uniquely qualified. After all, her Daddy had nearly total recall of about three thousand years of human mythology and written history.

         Sitting next to Katy, he watched as she reviewed her heavy-duty textbook on Computer Engineering, fidgeting every now and then as she came across something that caused her some concern. “What is it, pumpkin?” he asked her.

         Turning to him she shook her head, and asked, “Daddy, have you ever heard of something called a ‘Deadly Embrace?’ Here it describes the process of a computer program creating a situation where one command in a list, directly conflicts with another in the same section, causing the program to ‘freeze,’ unable to continue until all systems were shut down completely.”

         Smiling to himself, he responded, “There are ‘Deadly Embraces’ possible in all aspects of life my dear.” he said. “There’s an old paradox; The Irresistible force paradox, classically formulated as ‘What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?’ Things are unable to continue as they once did; they just shut down, at least until the conditions that created the situations are completely changed. Once they are changed however, the rules are different.”

         She nodded and kissed her Daddy on the cheek. Smiling, she said, “Thanks Daddy, you always know how to make this ‘stuff’ make sense.”

         He wandered back into the house, and turned towards the kitchen. ‘Deadly Embrace,’ he thought, ‘How the hell did Meridiana know how to create that situation between the forces that they dealt with?’

         Watching from the doorway, Kipp marveled at the vision of beauty before him, performing simple kitchen duties with a smile on her face, seemingly content in tending to the needs and desires of her loving family. He watched as her shapely ass moved under her sundress, and once again felt his passion beginning to rise.

         She had completely captivated him from the first moment she uncapped the ceramic vessel. The fact that she’d been instrumental in creating this marvelous family with her wits only increased his love for her. She’d figured out what he couldn’t have imagined, given his imprisonment in the vessel.

         He recalled her Second Wish, and the verdict by the ‘Muses’ that it didn’t violate any natural laws. She’d whispered into his ear, “I wish I could never, ever make the Third Wish!”

         Initially, he didn’t seem concerned, only that he’d wouldn't be seeing her any more. Then, as the surroundings took on a violent, surreal aspect, he finally realized what she’d done. His curse and her legacy had clashed in a conflict that couldn’t possibly be resolved without destroying the basis of both of their worlds.

         A Succubus, Meridiana had listened to the legends of the clan about the lonely path to family happiness. Find a Jinn, a handsome and intelligent Jinn, and seduce him into a passionate relationship. If determined suitable, do whatever necessary to break his spell to create a stable family unit. No manual provided however, and no successful succubi to provide advice.

         What the clan didn’t explain was what happened if a Succubus ever really fell in love with her subject. She’d done what hadn’t been done in centuries, and she was damned if she was going to let go of it.

         The consequences of their liaison didn’t become apparent until sometime later, after they’d set up a household, and they marveled at a couple of ‘myth-busting’ events. Meridiana had become pregnant; impossible according to legend, and after the twins were born, they noticed that they’d begun to age; another impossibility.

         A fair trade for freedom and complete happiness, he thought.

         Once the truth of their situation became obvious, he picked up the ceramic vessel and gave it to Meridiana. Looking him squarely in the eye, she smashed it at his feet; largely symbolic since his essence could have been confined in nearly anything, but it sealed their love for each other, and their determination to be ‘mortal’ for the sake of their children.

         The only constant now from their previous lives occurred on nearly a nightly basis: she would look at him and say, “I need you to make love to me tonight.” This was a command that he hoped that she’d never tire of, since it matched his desire for her, for as long as they lived.

         Shaking his head, he thought, "Women; go figure."


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