The Lamia

He heard her finish up and moved hastily away from the screen to look out of the window to cover his interest in her work or study.

The soup steamed in the deep bowls that she set on the table.

"Do you only eat soup then?" he asked as she sat at the table and closed the lid of the computer.

"I eat mostly dried food," she said as they tucked in.

They ate in silence for a while before Brian essayed a question.

"What are you writing?" he asked.

"Historical analysis, at the moment. It is a passion of mine. Ancient history and modern."

Elspeth looked at him piercingly for an instant before continuing to eat. It was a few moments before she elaborated. "At the moment it is an analysis of ritual in the early Christian period. From Essene to Cathar is the working title."

Brian just nodded. It sort of fitted what he had seen on the screen. He had studied history and Latin but the degree that he was working on in Glasgow was chemical engineering, the study of history was in his past.

The Ritual.

***

That night was another test of Brian's stamina in bed. He tried to refuse, he tried to brush her off with an excuse but she found his erection and used it for her own satisfaction. Brian gave in to her blandishments. Elspeth sucked at his willpower and his semen with a terrible urgency that gave him no option but to give in and give her his body to use.

He was no longer certain that he could refuse her advances. They were not couched in words they were couched in the sliding of her cunt over his straining prick. They were in the busy hands that gouged his naked flesh and reopened the wounds that bled rivulets of crimson.

Then the lips that invaded his, before sucking at his cock to make it come a second time. This time the sex was even wilder. Three times he came. Three times she mandated an orgasm and three times she took his body and made it bend to her lascivious and dominant will.

He learned to pleasure the lips and fleshy matrix of her cunt with tongue and lips. She forced him into the darkness under her skirt and made him service her as she pumped him for the third time. Her closed fist pulled him to breaking point before he finally splashed his last emission over her lips and face. By force and speed she had pushed him to a third orgasm.

But he did not see her lap at his juice because he was drowning in the flood of her liquid pleasure and the draining of his previous pleasure that gushed from her over his face and down his throat.

Finally she left him. Drained, exhausted and smeared with the blood and ejaculate of the last three hours he slipped into a terrible world of fear and black dreams that allowed him no respite. The real relief that came with sleep escaped him; Elspeth was invading his dreams, his thoughts and his waking hours.

In the next room, whilst her unwilling guest tossed in torment, Elspeth sat at her desk playing with the silver blade that she was about to use to prick a single drop of her blood. Her legs opened to reveal that ravenous slit as the skirt pulled back. For a moment she sat eyeing the blade as if unsure about a decision.

Then she started the ritual.

A few words muttered. That was all it took. A slight prick with the knife and the drop of blood fell onto the lips of her sex that were still glistening with Brian's blood, his semen and the oil of her own excitement.

A warmth spread across her flesh and that flesh began to change. It rippled with its own life before the oily sheen of reptile scales spread over the soft white flesh of her thighs and then faded to leave her skin smoother and firmer.

Elspeth felt a pulse of vigor spread through her body, it was the first of many. This time just a slight swell compared to her the tide of youth that would engulf her she reveled in, the feeling of health and youth that blushed and then faded to leave Elspeth panting with lust and triumph.

Her hand moved lightly over the skin of her face. Were the crows feet that spidered from her eyes lessened? Was her soft, older, skin firmer? Were her lips firmer?

Elspeth smiled.

**** An Exhausted Interlude.

Brian struggled out of his bed with the slow movements of a man who has slept but without any respite. His head span until he had sat on the edge of the bed for a minute whilst he regained his composure. Exhausted from his sleep he could not remember his dreams but their shadows haunted his aching mind. His body felt wracked with aching pain as he wearily stood and headed for the door.

The room he entered was lit by the slow burning embers of the fire. He saw Elspeth curled naked and asleep on the sofa. The blanket that had covered her ripe form lay in a heap on the cold floor.

To Brian she seemed exquisite, rich with sexual promise, mature but smooth and rounded. For a moment he stood and regarded her with admiration, this was the woman who was fucking his brains out, this was the woman who was making him suffer and giving such exquisite agony as she rode his prick.

He tore his eyes from his nemesis and looked around the room for inspiration. The clock showed four and the shutters were closed but he could hear the wind bellow and whistle around the cottage. With no let up in the weather he was trapped but he could not find the energy to escape. Flight was no longer an option, he was spellbound and drained in every way.

Her laptop sat open on the table, a single green flicker showed that it was sleeping and ready for use at the touch of a key. He stroked the touch pad, bringing the display to life and stared at the login screen. Just one name showed its icon of a snake’s head, ‘Eisheth’.

‘Eisheth?’ he thought. ‘I thought she was Elspeth?’

Now he was in, there was no password to guess, just a screen full of documents ready to be opened. The document files had strange names like ‘Abyzou’ and ‘Empusa’.

Carefully he sat on the edge of the chair and scrutinized the screen. The background was a fantasy picture of a winged female angel and all the documents were sorted into two groups. Those on the right had what appeared to be female names but apart from ‘Eisheth’ all of them were new to him.

The left hand side was full of files with names that seemed to be Latin. ‘Ars Goetia’, ‘Trithemius’ and ‘Karezza’. What were these files?

Brian tried to decide which file to open first when he heard a slight sound from Elspeth. Like the hissing of her breath over her lips, possibly it presaged her waking. He gazed at the names of the files and clicked on one at random.

It opened to reveal a mass of diagrams and shapes that he could make neither head nor tail of. Names were scrawled over the patterns but they were Latin or some other archaic language. Idly he scrolled down to find blocks of text that were also indecipherable to him.

Brian closed the file and clicked on another to open it. This time it was what seemed to be personal diary. The date at the top of the page was the seventeenth of January and the year was nineteen hundred and three. Puzzled and curious he started to read.

He was about half way down the page when he felt a hand close on each shoulder. Brian had been so engrossed in reading that he had not noticed Elspeth come up behind him.

“I see that you are not above reading my diary,” said Elspeth in a disappointed tone. “Don’t you know that a diary is that most sacred of personal records?”

Brian started out of his reverie to feel her hands briefly, softly, close around his throat and then course down his chest before Elspeth’s fingers closed over his nipples and tweaked them.

“I’m sorry, Elspeth, he gasped, “I was just so curious.”

“Curiosity, you know what it killed?”

Her fingers tweaked him for a moment and then slid away to rest lightly on his shoulders again.

He turned to face her. Her skin was smooth. A few lines scored the corners of her eyes and her hair was in disarray from her repose. But she was naked. He could not stop his eyes wandering over her flesh and marveled that her large breasts stood so proud despite their size.

“When you have finished admiring me we can fuck. If you like?”

Brian nodded dumbly and allowed Elspeth to pull him to the sofa. He felt a strength in her hands and arms that brooked no disobedience as she pushed him lightly to fall into a sitting position.

“If you don’t want me then just say so!” she taunted. “It is cock that I need and yours is not looking so willing.”

“I am so tired,” he mumbled, tired and spent.”

“You are a little young to be so exhausted after just a little sex,” laughed Elspeth. Perhaps you should eat to recover some energy, and then you can serve me properly.”

With that she turned and left for the kitchen.

Brian had always thought that sex would be something that he would never refuse but Elspeth was draining him of every drop of his eagerness.

 

*** Elisabeth Van Hahn

He woke to find Elspeth sitting at his side on the sofa. A blanket had been pulled over him and the fire had been piled high with the logs that he had chopped so that the roaring flames filled the room with their noise and the room smelt of smoke and burning pine.

Elspeth put a hand on his forehead and nodded.

“You seem to be well; I mean that I cannot feel any fever.”

Brian looked into her face and could see only kind concern there, but he felt a sort of repulsion that he could not explain. It was an untidy feeling that left him in a conflict between fondness and fear.

“I dream of terrible things,” he said. “A sucking blackness and hateful swirls of grey that I am swimming through like a swimmer caught in a nightmare vortex.”

“You are upset at not being able to escape,” she said in a soothing voice.

Now Brian was fully awake. He saw Elspeth leaning over him and tried to sit up but a firm hand held him, pinning his shoulder to the sofa.

“You should not move, I will bring you something,” she said.

Her body turned for a moment but her hand remained on him, holding him down.

“Since you are so tired I shall spoon feed you myself,” she said as she turned back with a bowl in the other hand.

Elspeth took the spoon and offered it to Brian. He pursed his lips and the soup filled his mouth with the rich taste of lentils and salty bacon. Spoonful after spoonful of the soup was fed to him as though a mother was feeding a baby. Finally, Elspeth had scraped the last soup and served it to her patient and put the bowl to one side.

“You wonder why I am here all alone in the Scottish highlands. You wonder who I am and why I am so prepared to fuck a stranger? You would like to know if you dare refuse me and whether you should head out into the storm to escape me.”

Elspeth smiled and slowly pulled the cover from Brian. She was dressed in her tweed and he was naked. The effect was to unman him, to leave him powerless against her advances as one of her hands closed on his thigh with a grip that Brian felt was like a vice.

Brian tried a light hearted answer to her question. “You are a writer who is looking for solitude. You have discovered that you are lonely here. I would never refuse you but I must get back and report my survival of the storm.”

“Very good. Very good answer! But you are wrong on all counts! We are going to fuck again because you can feel your prick rising and your powerlessness turns both of us on. As you service my unlimited lust I may feel the need to reveal some answers.”

As she spoke her face came towards his. He saw a tongue flick over her white teeth and then her lips closed over his. One of her hands strayed to his rising cock and gripped it firmly. Her other hand closed around his throat, softly.

Brian felt the implied threat but he was powerless in her grip. His lips forced apart as her tongue made its way into his mouth, her grip that slid down to close on his balls. He lay, placid and yielding as Elspeth climbed onto his body.

This time she was not going to fuck him, she had determined to drink from his cup and allow him to enjoy the taste of hers.

“Please,” wailed Brian. “Please, Elspeth! Don’t rape me.”

“How can a woman rape a man?” she laughed. “I just want you to do as you are told and I will not hurt you.”

Hitching her skirt up she planted her knees on his arms and shoulders trapping him under her as she prepared to take her satisfaction. Brian saw her loom over him, those strong thighs and the rounded, smooth cheeks of her ass as Elspeth took what he would not give willingly.

As she shuffled forward, to allow access, she bent forward to swallow him whole in one easy motion.

Brian felt her lips on the tip for a moment, and then he was deep in her mouth, her lips touching the root of his cock whilst a hand massaged his balls with a sure grip. It was like fucking her, a wet, smooth hold as she slid her lips up and down his prick with a deliberate intensity. All the while he arched his back as though it would relieve the pressure of her hand. But she ignored his discomfort and took her own time.

Then she moved and Brian was engulfed by her behind. The flow of her excitement smeared his face with slick juice as she finally settled to force his face into her hungry cunt.

As the rhythm of her thighs synchronized with her taking him with her throat he found that he could breathe for just a moment as she slid back to expose her ass to his tongue.

Elspeth did not wait for subtle service. She slid back and forth, using his face, tongue and chin as the pestle for her mortar. Regardless of Brian’s actions she took what she needed, the furrow ploughing the blade.

Then he climaxed. His body arched with a spasm, forcing him into her sex with the whole strength of his body. Elspeth gulped at every drop that spewed from him, swallowing and licking like a wild animal as she used her hand to crush every last drip from his raw prick.

Then at last she allowed herself to come. She orgasmed, not from his attentions but because he was so helpless beneath her, unable to resist her, to weak to do anything but capitulate.

It was over, Elspeth’s oral rape. But she stayed on top shifting a little to allow his gasping mouth to breathe through her hungry slit. He could not see her towering above him but Brian knew that she smiled.

Finally he was frightened.

All was still but it was just a pause. A moment to re-gather forces and pull together energies for the long night ahead.

He heard her voice. She spoke calmly and clearly as he listened with a horror born of terror. “I am Elisabeth Van Hahn. Born in eighteen thirty one in what is now the Ukraine, but was then the Russian Empire. I seek solitude because I am hunted, but my enemies seek in the crowded places because they know that I need the company of men to fill my lusts and hungers. I fuck you because you are my life. Your essence fills me with new energy as it leaves you stricken and weak.”

For a moment she paused as if she was gathering her thoughts. As she did so Brian felt a warmth; a hot flush, course her thighs and then the heat was gone. Sucked into the flesh of the Lamia who was draining him of the very essence of his being.
“Call me a vampire,” she said and then chuckled as though that were a joke. “But I am not, because I do not seek or feed on blood. I drain other juices from men! Those that they often give so willingly but at last yield to me in any case. As I grow strong you grow weak. I could tear you limb from shuddering limb but I prefer to suck the life from you in an orgy of lust.”

What he heard was the terrible recital of a nightmare. It could not be, this fairy tale recited by a female ogre who forced him. But in his heart of hearts he knew that it was true. He was weak, he could not resist and she was so strong.

“When you are just a trembling husk I will dispose of you on the moor as I have disposed of so many others who have given me more than they were willing to give. You will have given me, Elisabeth Van Hahn, new life, youth and vigor to pass a few more years before I have to hunt again.”

The muscles in the thighs that enclosed his world of darkness relaxed to sink her gaping sex onto his gasping mouth. In the muffled distance he heard her last words, “If you service me well than I may just not make you spill your seed. The length of your days on this earth depends on you pleasing my ravenous cunt!”

*** THE END

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