Lust

Even at midnight the air was still hot and muggy, without a hint of breeze to bring relief. It had taken her weeks to fill the tiny cloth bag with the odd list of items the old Mambo had given her. Sweating under the full moon she’d dug the small hole with her hands to bury it, and now she knelt by her lantern in the dusty crossroad and waited. She focused on the sound of the crickets and tried not to think about how foolish she felt. Or desperate.

“Foolish and desperate indeed.”

She jumped at the sound of the voice behind her, and spun around. A tall, thin man in a brown suit and hat stood there, leaning forward on a rattan cane planted firmly in the dirt. It was hard to guess his age in the unsteady light of her lantern; his face seemed to grow lined and old and then, with a flicker, smooth and young again.

She stood and tried to slow her breathing. “Who are you??”

“You know who I am.” His voice was deep and quiet, supremely calm.

“Did I…did I call you here? Did it work?”

He smiled. “You’ve called to me every night for a long, long time now. Tonight I answered.”

He took three long strides and was suddenly much too close to her. She looked up and froze in his dark, penetrating gaze. He smelled like cinnamon and smoke.

“It needs to be spoken of your own free will. Ask me for what you want.”

The words felt heavy in her stomach. Coming up they burned her throat like bile.

“I want to be free of him. Forever. Please.”

His hand rose to her face and he traced a finger over the thin scar above her eye. Down the slight bump where her broken nose had healed. “Do you want him to suffer?”

“Yes.” she whispered, fists tight.

“Then he will. Once we have a deal.”

“Do I have to give you…my soul?” Her heart pounded as she strangled out the words.

Again he smiled, and his voice filled with warmth and affection. “Oh lamb. You’ve already given me your soul.”

She tried to reply but her voice died away. What then? What could she possibly give him?

“You don’t have to give me anything, child.” He put his hand on her shoulder and moved behind her, leaning his mouth down close to her ear. “I want to give you something instead.”

Of course. He was a man, after all, and she’d learned about men.

He chuckled, his breath warm on her neck. “I’m no spawn of Adam, girl. Don’t you remember sitting high up on Gra-Mere Laveau’s knee while she warned you about me?” She felt his lips brush her ear. “Don’t you remember how she told you I’d tempt you into wickedness?” His hand, dry and smooth and very warm, curled around her throat. His voice was a purr. “But tonight you prayed to me.”

She couldn’t breathe. She’d made a terrible mistake. She’d always only half-believed, but he was real, he was here, just as the Mambo had warned her. Her vision blurred with tears.

“Shhhhh. You’ll be all right, girl. Do you think you’re the first to call to me? Do you think you’re the worst? I’m here to save you, and I keep my promises. The bargain is for your freedom, in return you’ll take something of mine with you. Do we have a deal?”

She thought about saying no. Going home. Going back.

“Yes. We have a deal.”

Darkness swirled around them. The hand on her throat tightened and pulled her head back, while his other hand roughly cupped her right breast. The lantern light was gone, she couldn’t even see the moon anymore, and the heat of his body was radiating into her. She felt his lips on her neck, and a growing hardness pressing against her ass.

The hand on her breast moved down and she gasped as something tore across the skin of her hip, cutting through her dress. Then his hand was in her panties, her crotch burned at his touch as he cupped her. She moaned at the mix of pleasure and pain, marveling at the sudden wetness between her legs.

His hot breath was in her ear and she felt herself arch like a cat. The erection in his pants pressed between her buttocks and she ground her ass against it shamelessly. He growled low in his throat and slipped two fingers inside her. She bit her lip and moaned softly as his thumb brushed her clit. The fingers around her throat squeezed and her vision swam. Her heart hammered in her chest as she gasped for breath. The sensations in her crotch intensified and suddenly she was cumming on his hand.

He pulled his fingers from her dripping cunt and reached back to undo his pants. She scrabbled at her clothes, yanking her panties down and hiking up her dress. She pressed her ass back against him and felt him guide his cock-head, slick with pre-cum, to her her asshole. She had only a moment for surprise before he pushed into her, hard, and she felt the head force her sphincter open. She cried out at the sudden shock, reflexively trying to pull away from him, but his grip around her throat was like iron and his other hand snaked firmly around her waist. He pulled her back, forcing her further down the shaft of his cock, and she whimpered as it stretched and filled her.

“Listen carefully, girl.” He breathed.

She tried to focus beyond the throbbing cock in her rectum.

“I have seven faces, seven gifts. Yours will be the most beautiful of them. Her name is Lust.”

There was no gentleness as he began to thrust. Her breath escaped in grunts as he rutted against her. She felt the shaft of his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass, in and out of her stretched hole, as the head battered her insides. Her cunt oozed wetness, which mingled with…something…from her ass and dripped down her thighs.

With a roar that shivered her soul he slammed his hips against her a last time, and liquid fire filled her guts. She came again abruptly, involuntarily, as he released inside her.

“She’s your face now, your gift to give until the end of your days. You’ll never see him again.”

He pulled out of her with a wet sound and released her from his arms. She fell to her knees, panting, and the darkness receded. He stepped around her into the lantern light, tucking himself back into his pants, and stood looking down at her.

“Gra-Mere Laveau would be proud. You held up better than she did.” He bent down to pick up his cane with a smirk. “I’ll tell her to expect you. In time.”

For a while she knelt in the dirt; sweat and cum drying on her skin while something unholy leaked from her ass. Then, as the sun rose, she gathered herself up and started to walk. She could feel the craving growing inside, the clawing need for more, the ache to be filled. She could smell her own fresh arousal.

She glanced back, just once, to the crossroads where the Devil had fucked her, then walked on.