Nocturnal Visitations Part 2:
(1925 A.D., The Draig Estate, The Township of Resdren, Nornland, Scotland, The Reich of Greater Germania)
The dark silence of the room cloaks the grotesque lurking form of Asmodeus at the end of Oskar's bed. Asmodeus leers contemplatively at the slumbering bodies of John and his blonde young master. Oskar sighs contently, wrapped in John's tender protective embrace as they both sleep peacefully. Asmodeus snarls internally as the naked catamite Lucien emerges from out of the shadows of the room and comes to a stop next to his monstrous spider-like sister. The two glance at each other before turning their gaze back to their sleeping prey as they proceed to engage each other in a telepathic discussion so as not to disturb the silence of the room.
"So what exactly is your plan, little brother?" Asmodeus asks.
"Well, according to our brother, Murmur, the Childminder possesses a strong will. Not strong enough to defeat either of us obviously, but strong enough to defend himself. So if we are going to kill him, you will need to immobilise him while I drain him of his Vita-Vrillian Energy. Cooperation, dear sister, is the path to success and we both must do our part. Consider it sharing the fun," Lucien answers, grinning lustfully as his eyes scan John's sleeping form hungrily. He then turns his gaze to the sleeping boy who will be his weapon in the coming sexual attack.
"Why do I have to keep him trapped in dream while you get the pleasure of draining him?" Asmodeus growls back.
"Look, sis, we both control different aspects of Lust. The dreams I create are of seductive young boys and naughty little girls which will not be appealing to our dear Childminder. Such dreams are more likely to disturb him into waking than to keep him trapt in pleasurable nocturnal bliss. However, you can create dreams of that sexy maid Miss Emma to which John will be defenceless. Therefore the task of creating and maintaining this erotic dream-prison falls to you," Lucien explains, impressing the twisted logic of the matter on his sister.
"Ugh… fine," Asmodeus surrenders angrily.
"Okay, so once you have John trapped in a dream, I'll proceed to drain him of his life force," Lucien continues.
"But you will need a host in order to drain him and there is only one young male in this whole estate which you can use," Asmodeus responds.
"I know and luckily for me, Oskar is still very weak-willed and vulnerable enough for me to possess even in my weakened condition," Lucien replies as he makes his way over to Oskar's bedside, menacingly ghosting his hand over the boy's sleeping body.
"Listen, sis, I'm relying on you here. If John wakes up while I am using Oskar to drain his Vita-Vrillian Energy then the plan will fail, do you understand?" Lucien presses, casting a stern glare at his sister.
"Yes brother, so shall we begin?"Asmodeus replies with a twisted smirk.
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The mysterious and sudden death of Mrs. Draig shrouds the estate in an aura of awkward sorrow, affecting everyone differently. Oskar's deep multifaceted feelings concerning his mother turn to quick-burning grief, but through emotional processing sessions with John and meditation sessions with Emma, the young master recovers quickly.
Quiet stillness permeates the estate as the glittering light of the moon floods down through the great windows of Oskar's room, bathing the sleeping forms of John and Oskar in silver radiance. The sensual claws of luring melody dig deep into John's heart, waking him from his slumber. John shakes the sleep from his mind as a building simmering heat causes his heart to flutter and his blood to rush. Climbing from the bed, he casts his gaze to the still dreaming Oskar. Breathing deeply, he feels the heat in his blood climb to near boiling point as the seductive gentle melody continues to tug at his mind, guiding him out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
The entranced John pushes on as the alluring sound of tender singing draws him forth to the door of Emma's room. He finds the door slightly ajar, gently pushes it open and enters the room. He looks around searching for the source of the song only for the melody to vanish into silence the moment he takes his first step over the threshold of Emma's room. Confused by the sudden fading of the music, he looks toward Emma's bed and finds it empty.
The abrupt hush of the room is shattered by the sound of the door closing. He looks towards the closed door. John's blood burns as he is greeted by the sight of Emma's captivating naked body. The sight of her overwhelming beauty causes him to stumble backward, falling on the bed behind him as Emma closes in.
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A bewitching cherry blossom aroma wafts from her lush full body as she kneels down between his legs at the end of the bed and tenderly ghosts her hands over the crouch of his pants. She smiles at him, her wicked eyes matching her lustful grin as she undoes John's pants and releases his hardened member.
"No… no, I can't. I need to get back to..." John mutters, trying to get up from the bed to no avail. I shouldn't be doing this. What if something happens to Oskar? I need to… John tries to focus his will and get up but it is hopeless.
"Now… Now don't worry. Oskar is asleep," Emma presses, eagerly licking the underbelly of John's shaft from the base to the head before taking him into her mouth completely. I shouldn't be doing this, I want it but it doesn't feel right, John thinks in brief moments of clarity. "No… Emma, please wait," John begs weakly as pleasure subdues him.
"It's okay… just relax. I see how you look at me. You know you've been wanting this," Emma teases as quivers of delight ravage John's body. Emma continues to worship his manhood with her mouth, she reaches down, to toy with herself in preparation. John's gentle moans and pleadings are music to her ears, causing her to grin excitedly as she withdraws John's member from her mouth. She climbs onto him, her entrance hovering just above John's throbbing erection. John, still dazed by pleasure, casts his eyes to the nearby vanity mirror of Emma's room.
"Wait. What the fu…" John begins in shock as his eyes are greeted by the ghostly apparition of a young girl in the mirror, a girl he knows… his sister. John, panicked by the phantom visage of his sister watching him from the mirror, tries to get up once more but Emma shoves his torso back down onto the bed.
"Stop it, John. Just relax... don't fight me," Emma coos seductively into John's ear. Before John can react, Emma reaches down and grabs the base of his shaft, lowering her hips down onto the man beneath her, taking John's member deep into her chalice of pleasure. The image of John's sister and his panic quickly fade as the euphoria consumes him even more. His body writhes with pleasure beneath her as she dominates him completely. John attempts, again and again, to summon up the strength to fight but it is all quickly sapped away from him each time by the great spasmodic waves of sexual gratification flowing from him into the powerful seductress relentlessly riding him. I can't… I can't, too weak. I need to get… Wha… What is happening to me, John thinks, his mind lost in a great churning storm of unimaginable pleasure and deathly panic.
"John… John, you have to wake up," the ethereal form of his sister calls out from the nearby mirror. Her worried gaze begs him to pay heed.
"Wha… I can… please. Emma… please sto…" John begs weakly to no avail as Emma leans down and begins savagely kissing him with frantic passion, smothering his desperate pleadings. John melts feverishly into her, helpless against the steamy lustful onslaught of his body. He feels the last remaining remnants of his sanity start to burn away under the heat of Emma's sexual inferno as he feels a great and powerful climax, unlike anything he has ever experienced near critical mass inside him.
"JOHN… YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP OR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE… JOHN PLEASE WAKE UP!" Wendy screams to her brother. John, rallied by the unearthly voice of his sister, digs down deep into the very depths of his soul to summon up whatever strength remains there and channels it into one last surge of resistance against Emma's control, unleashing a powerful cry, causing reality to shatter around him and then recondense back into form. John finds himself back in Oskar's room instead of Emma's and to his horror, he finds it is not Emma on top of him but Oskar. Without another thought, John shoves Oskar off the bed, freeing himself from the boy's life-draining hold just in time.
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"What the fuck…" John mutters, confused as the sweaty and naked Oskar climbs back to his feet. John stumbles weakly backward as the boy looks at him with lust-crazed eyes and a deranged smile.
"Was it good for you too, loverboy?" Oskar muses, sarcastically.
"We were so fucking close. You are truly a vexing mortal, our dear childminder, but you cannot protect the boy forever. You could not save your parents and you will not save him. One way or another we will have him," Oskar continues, suddenly surging at John and pulling him into a brief but passionate kiss. As their lips separate, Oskar's body falls to the ground, shaking violently. John quickly kneels by the young boy's side, placing a supportive hand under Oskar's back. Powerful retching overwhelms the young lad as dark black bile and blood erupt from his mouth forming a large wet pool.
"It's okay, Oskar, it's going to be okay," John presses reassuringly as he strokes the back of the boy's head softly. The boy's disgusting retching builds to climax as a great black and green serpent emerges slowly from his mouth, causing him to choke. Seeing that his young master is unable to breathe, John grabs the base of the snake's head and pulls with all his might, tossing the great serpent to the other side of the room. The serpent collides with the far wall, bursting into a bloom of umbral green smoke on impact leaving behind no trace of its existence.
John, still feeling immensely drained, picks up the passed-out boy and carries him quickly to Emma's room to consult with her about what had just happened.
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The orange light of the nearby fireplace illuminates the dimly lit blood-marble dining hall. Asmoday casts a cruel glare of disappointment at his youngest son and his eldest daughter as Lilith stares at them in silent contemplation. The judging eyes of their parents upon them causes Lucien and Asmodeus to squirm in place fearfully.
"So which one of you would like to explain to us exactly what the fuck went wrong?" Asmoday growls, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
"It wasn't our fau…" Lucien starts.
"NO? Then whose fault was it?" Asmoday interrupts, angrily tossing his wineglass against the nearby wall, littering the floor with shattered glass.
"He speaks the truth, father. Victory was snatched from us by some unknown force we could not have anticipated,"Asmodeus answers meekly.
"Unknown force? This childminder has grown vexing and the hour grows dire. We cannot risk any more problems this close to the procession," Lilith chimes in, swirling her wine in her glass.
"We should act swiftly and aggressively," Leviathan suggests firmly.
"Agreed. The time has come to strip the boy of his protectors," Lilith replies, turning her gaze to her husband.
"Enough of this shit! We attack tonight IN FORCE… WE TAKE THE BOY AND WE KILL HIS PROTECTORS," Asmoday rages, fixing his suit in an effort to regain his composure before smiling back at his wife who nods in agreement.
"You heard him. Call in the troops," Lilith orders.
"As you command," Leviathan replies, rising to his feet and bowing low to his masters before turning and disappearing into the shadows of the room.