The Witching Hour CH-1

The Witching Hour

Care to be teased first? Click here for a short summary and to find out why you should be interested. "The Witching Hour"   by angeljack

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CH-1

So far the beautiful early summer day had been going perfectly as Jack Gardner moved his stuff out of his car and into his new apartment. The sun was shining and everything was going much more smoothly than he had ever expected. He had no way of knowing that before lunch his day would end abruptly with him lying on his concrete landing, broken, unconscious and bleeding to death.

There, thought Jack as he dropped the last box of his worldly possessions onto the small stack that he had made in the corner of his tiny room. That’s the last of it. Looking around himself at the meager apartment he had just moved into, he had to cringe a little. It was definitely a step down for him, but what the hell, he was starting over from scratch. It’s what he had wanted.

When it had come time for him to leave the army he had packed his car with his clothes, some of the memento’s he had collected over the years and a few of the basics that he could fit; donated the rest to the Good Will and drove away. It wasn’t hard, the constant moves and repeated deployments to far off places he had gone through. His six years in the Army had quickly taught him the value of never growing too attached to things. Besides, his ex-wife Kelly had taken most of the furniture and anything else of value that they had collected during their short marriage when she left.

Wiping the sweat off of his forehead, he grabbed a coffee cup out of one of the boxes he had already opened and walked to the sink. Thanks to daily exercise, compliments of Uncle Sam, Jack was in pretty good shape. He'd never be Mr. Universe, not by a long shot, but he prided himself in the fact that the multiple trips carrying his stuff up from the car hadn’t even begun to wind him. But, this was the middle of June in Georgia; and though it was still a little early in the morning the heat and the humidity were starting to spike. He rinsed out the cup, filled it up with cold water and took a drink.

Grimacing, he dumped it down the drain and headed back outside. Jack could never get used to the taste of the water whenever he got to a new place. Not that it was bad, but it never tasted as good as he remembered it when he was growing up in Colorado. It probably had never tasted that good, but memories were funny like that. Having spotted a Coke machine at the bottom of the stairs when he had come in, he decided he would prefer that.

Stepping out onto the landing, he shut the door behind him and was headed for the stairs when the sound of voices from the doorway across from his brought him to a stop. The door was cracked open and Jack could hear the sound of a man and a woman arguing heatedly. He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but she sounded pretty upset, and he sounded pissed. He found himself leaning in closer to the crack in the doorway, listening hard.

Jack considered himself a pretty good guy, and he had always tried to be honest, especially with himself. So he could admit that he had a bit of a voyeuristic side to him. One of the guilty pleasures of living in apartments was that you got to know your neighbors very well, most of the time without them ever even knowing it. In fact, in some of the places he had lived while in the army, he had learned everything from what peoples favorite TV shows were to which couples were having marital problems, to which wives were cheating on their husbands -- and vica versa. He had once even been shocked to overhear the extremely vocal bondage fantasies of the middle-aged Christian couple next door. He had only met them once when they had stopped by his apartment shortly after he had moved in to inquire whether he had found Jesus yet and if he would come to church with them.

But in this instance it wasn’t really like that. Something about the sound of the guy’s voice put Jack on edge. No matter how close he got though, he still couldn’t hear what was being said. If their apartment was anything like his it had a bedroom off of the main living room/ kitchen, so they were probably in the bedroom. Either that or they were just talking too quietly for him to hear.

As he listened though, he could hear them steadily getting louder and he realized with a start that they were coming closer and here he was standing out in the open, leaning towards their door listening. He quickly turned away and started heading down the stairs. The voyeuristic thing was fun, but not if you actually got caught.

Besides, he told himself, you should really learn to just mind your own business. Even if there was a problem, neither of them would appreciate him jumping in. Best case scenario they would both just tell him to fuck off and go right back at it. Worse case, well, he really couldn’t afford to be evicted on the first day for fighting. He had spent most of his savings getting into this place and buying the cheap furniture that would be delivered tomorrow, and the rest would have to hold him out until his college money started coming in from the army, or he got a job, which ever came first. So he really couldn’t afford a whole new set of deposits.

Jack was so caught up in his own thoughts as he rounded the last set of stairs toward the vending machine that he almost ran strait into the girl who was on her knees in front of it with her hand stuck up the opening, trying to get out a free drink.

Stopping just in time, all thoughts of the couple upstairs fled his mind. He couldn’t help but stare down at her, a little grin forming on his face.  Her bare legs were perfectly toned and had that sort of sensual glow that only comes naturally, not from time spent out in the sun, even the fake kind you get from a tanning booth. They ran all the way up under a tight blue set of volleyball shorts that barely covered her taut, perfectly formed butt. The loose fitting white t-shirt she had on had slipped forward as she arched her back to get a better angle and from his vantage point he could see right up under it. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. The smooth underside of her breasts peeked out at him when she twisted her arm around and he instantly felt his cock come to life in his jeans.

With her face turned toward the machine, and her medium length black hair falling down around her face, she obviously hadn't heard or seen him come up behind her so he decided to keep still and enjoy the view. It was just the polite thing to do, he wouldn’t want to startle her. Heck, with her arm twisted up like that she might hurt herself.

He chuckled silently to himself. Right, sure that’s why...pervert.

As he watched her strain, he couldn't help but wonder if she had any underwear underneath those shorts. Definitely not granny-panties, that was for sure. He could just make out the faint outline of her soft pussy lips through the tight fabric of the shorts and he was suddenly glad that he had chosen to wear a pair of loose fitting jeans, instead of the old pair of gym shorts that he had planned on wearing during the move, because he realized with a start that he was rock hard.

With a pop, Jack was brought out of his dazed contemplation of her as she proceeded to pull out the drink she had been after.

“Yes!” she exclaimed as she turned around, a look of mischievous triumph on her face, which immediately turned to horror as her eyes fell on him.

“I…” Her eyes widened and she froze like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Jack froze too, but for a different reason. As hot as her body had been, he was not prepared for her face. It was all that he could do to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. He was simply awestruck at how amazingly beautiful she was.

Jack met beautiful people every day. Those are the girls that he saw when he was driving down town and to actually stop and do a double take. But this was different; it is rare when you actually see someone who is truly movie star beautiful. You know, drop dead gorgeous perfect, and without all the make-up artists and air-brushes that help out the Hollywood types.

She recovered faster than he did, the mischievous glint coming back into her eyes and the corners of her mouth twitching up as she recognized the state he was in at the sight of her.

“And just what do you think you are doing, sneaking up on a girl like that?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and glowering up at him from where she was still perched on her knees, clutching her pilfered bottle of Coke.

“Well, I…” he started.

“Hmm. You wouldn’t have been trying to ogle my back-side while I wasn't lookin’, would you?” she asked in a teasing voice as her eyes traveled down his body to growing bulge between his legs.

“I-ah, no, I…” Jack stammered as he tried unsuccessfully to pull his mind back together.

She giggled devilishly as she flounced back to her feet and stepped in close to him, laying her hand gently on his chest.

“Mmmm,” she said, her voice lowering from girlish into pure sex as she gazed up into his eyes. “Too bad.” 

Jacks could feel his body responding to her touch and her voice as if there was lightning flowing out of her fingers and strait to his cock. He didn’t think at that point he could get any harder, but he did, and he was starting to feel painfully confined. Looking into her eyes he felt the promise in them, a promise of pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. He felt as if he was in a dream, a really good dream and he realized he was leaning forward into her touch.

He shook his head to clear it and stepped back. Man, this was getting out of control. He was horny, but he wasn't stupid. He didn’t even know how old she was and anyway, the last thing he needed was some jealous boyfriend, or worse, some pissed off father to come hunt him down. She definitely looked old enough, but with that petite sort of body, he wasn’t sure. Laws being what they were these days, you could never be too careful. He thought he saw a look of disappointment flash across her face as he did, but it was gone so fast he wasn't sure it had even been there, a sly smile replacing it.

“And what were you up to?” he asked jokingly, suddenly dying to find some way to change the subject.

That stopped her. She looked over at the vending machine guiltily.

“Oh, well, I was real thirsty,” she said to him. “And the damn machine ate my money, and, well…” She spread her arms wide and shrugged, which caused her breasts to jiggle nicely.

“You’re not going to tell Miss Munion are you?” she asked suddenly, for the first time actually looking a little scared. “Please don’t, they’ll kill me if I get thrown out of another place.”

“No, no,” Jack answered. “I don’t think we need to do that.”

He had met Miss Munion earlier that day when he had signed for his keys, and immediately didn’t like her. She came across as one of those bitter older people that lived to make other peoples lives miserable. He had met plenty of the type moving from apartment to apartment before. For some reason the apartment manager job always seemed to attract that particular type of person.

“Oh, good.” She said, breaking back into a smile and opening her bottle of Coke. “So, I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Jack couldn't quite figure this girl out. The repeated and sudden changing of gears had him baffled and he didn’t quite know where to go from here. One minute he would swear to god she was willing to strip down right there and go at it, and the next she was chatting like nothing had just happened.

“No,” he replied, figuring he would just go with the flow. “I just moved in this morning.”

“Really?” she said, looking a little confused “Normally they don't let... Well, usually it’s pretty hard to get in here. I figured you were just visiting.”

Jack smiled and looked around. This really didn’t seem like that exclusive of a place, but she was the second person he had met that had said something similar to him. When he had submitted his application, Miss Munion had all but rolled her eyes at him before she took it to the back room to call for approval. He really hadn’t thought much about it at the time, just figuring it was part of her personality, but now that he had a chance to think it over, she honestly had seemed surprised when she came out and said he was approved. Strange.

“Huh, I don’t know,” he said to the girl. “Miss Munion said there had been a sudden opening. I guess I just lucked out.”

“Weird, I didn’t hear about that.” The girl was looking at Jack suspiciously, like she didn’t quite believe he was telling the truth, but then just as fast the smile returned and she was back to her normal perky self. Though, Jack wasn’t sure if he could call anything about this girl normal.

“So, what apartment are you in?”

“302” he said.

As soon as he said it he watched the smile on her face transform, instantly changing from sweet and perky to sly and lascivious. She looked him up and down and suddenly broke out in a very sexy giggle that caused her chest to start bouncing again. He was finding it extremely hard to concentrate on her face, as beautiful as it was, when she did that.

“Oooo… you’re across from Jenny.” She told him. “So you’re my new peeping tom.”

“W-what?” he stammered, his thoughts going back to the top of the stairs. Had she seen him try and look through the door? But she just laughed that sexy laugh again.

“Let’s just say the view from your balcony can be pretty good from time to time.” She laughed at the obvious confusion on his face, and with that she turned and started walking away, her ass swinging seductively behind her.

“I'm sure I’ll be seeing you around Jack,” she said over her shoulder as she walked away from him “My names Britt, by the way, since you were too busy staring at my tits to ask.” Her giggle followed her around the corner and she was gone.

Jack was left red-faced and speechless by the whole episode; and still, he noticed, with a massive hard-on. What the fuck was that? he asked himself as he collected his mind enough to remember that he had come downstairs for a reason and walk over to the vending machine. He pumped in four quarters and hit the button for bottled water and one popped out. Broken, my ass. He laughed.

As he twisted off the cap on the water bottle he sat down on the bottom step and thought over the whole episode. The more he thought about it the more he knew that there was no way that it could have happened like he thought it did. God but the feelings he had felt when she touched him. Wow, he thought, listen to me. It has been way too long since I got laid.

It had been way too long. It had been over a year and a half since he had left for Iraq the last time, not knowing that in a couple of months he would get a letter from Kelly, telling him that she was sick to death of the army life and she was leaving to live with an old boyfriend and not to try and find her. He couldn’t honestly blame her; in the three years that they had been married he had been home less than one and contrary to what everyone says absence does not always make the heart grow fonder.

He wasn't still pining for her or anything. He had had a long time over there to work it out on his own and come to accept it. When he had gotten back though, he had been way too busy with getting everything finished and ready to go to want to spend the time necessary to find and build a relationship. Hell, even casual sex took time and effort, two things which he had very little of to spare. So he had turned himself into sort of a hermit. Ha. The Zen Master. Maybe he had taken it a little too far.

That must be it. He was just horny and too rusty at the game to realize what was going on. So she had flirted with him. So what? His mind was just playing tricks on him; that was it.

Jack sighed and started back up toward his apartment. He was just heading up the second flight when a thought occurred to him. He didn’t remember ever telling Britt his name. But she had said it when she walked away. Didn’t she? He thought back, he must have said it at some point and just didn’t remember. Yeah, that must have been it. Most of the conversation was starting to take on the odd haze that he had felt when she had touched him. Weird.

From above him on his landing Jack heard a crash and a small scream that brought him instantaneously out of his thoughts. Shit! He thought and hurried up the remainder of the stairs. What he saw brought him to a screeching halt. Standing outside of the door to the apartment that he had heard the voices coming from earlier was the biggest man Jack had ever seen in his life.

Jack himself was six foot even, and while he wasn't freakishly tall by any means, he wasn't really used to having to look up at anyone. The man standing at the doorway, though, had to be pushing seven foot, with a body-builder frame to match. The tight black stretch t-shirt he had on was made to show off muscles that had to be from way too many steroids.

“You need to leave, now.” Jack heard an amazingly beautiful, feminine voice come from the apartment, but he couldn't see who it was from, because Mongo -- as Jack had instantly dubbed him in his head, for lack of a better name -- was blocking his whole view. The voice was small and seemed quiet, but was unmistakably icy and full of steel.

“You’ll give me what I came for, bitch,” Mongo said, his gravely voice was so rough that it almost didn’t sound human “Or I will tear you apart right now. Jacob will understand.”

“As if either of you would even know what to do with it,” came the response from behind the giant, and with it the muscles on the big mans shoulders began to tense.

Jack had no clue what the hell they were talking about, but he knew the tone and watching Mongo tense up, he knew what was about to happen. He also knew he was about to do something he would regret. A common misconception, fostered by the movie industry is that every soldier in the army is the killing machine, Steven Segal, Rambo type that loves getting into fights at the drop of a hat.

Jack wasn't like that at all. In fact he was usually a pretty passive guy. But for years, he had watched this same scenario play out between his mother and step-father when the asshole would get to drinking too much. On the good days it would leave her with a black eye or a swollen lip. On the bad days though, well, he thought as he stepped out onto the landing, the last one is always the worst.

“Is there a problem here?” he asked, lowering the tone of his voice the way he had learned to in the military to chastise one of his soldiers. At the same time he set a good balanced stance and waited. He may have been a passive guy, but he wasn't stupid and the army didn’t leave him totally unprepared.

“Fuck off, weakling, this is none of your concern,” Mongo growled, half turning his head to looking in Jacks direction. The eye that met Jacks was, well, it was wrong. He couldn't quite figure it out, but there was something wrong with this guy.

What the hell is this guy on? Jack thought to himself. It had to be drugs of some kind. Weakling, who the fuck says ‘weakling’?

“Please, just go.” Jack heard the voice coming from in the apartment again. He could tell it was directed at him this time, the ice melting away from it, but the steel remaining.

Yeah, right, he thought. Every one of them hates needing the help they need the most. He had seen this same thing with his mother. If he did end up having to fight this guy, he didn’t expect any thanks from the woman. Hell, she would probably blame him. Oh well, at least he hadn’t already unpacked his stuff.

“Why don’t you just take off, asshole,” Jack addressed the big man “The cops are on there way and you don’t want to meet up with them in your state.”

It was a bluff, even if Jack hadn’t left his cell phone in the apartment, this whole thing would be over long before the cops even made it to there cars. He was banking that in his drugged condition, Mongo wouldn’t figure that out.

Slowly the hulking form turned towards him and the evil grin told Jack that his bluff was going to be called. The eyes that stared at him looked utterly insane.

“Your choice, little man.” Mongo growled. And with that he lashed his arm out strait at Jack. As he felt the line of fire shoot across his chest, Jack realized that he had stepped into something way beyond a simple lovers spat. If he hadn’t been preparing himself for an attack of some kind already, the knife that he hadn’t seen in the man's hand would have likely skewered him. As it was he barely stepped back in time to receive a small slash. Serves you right, he thought, wincing. Poke your nose where it doesn’t belong and you might get it cut off.

After that there was no more time for thought. The big man was way faster than he had any right to be and it was all Jack could do to dodge the blows that were flying at him almost faster than he could see. He must have been shooting up some sort of methamphetamines to be this fast. A small detached part of his brain registered this, but the rest of it was just trying to stay alive in the furious onslaught.

When Mongo’s hand came in for another cut, Jack caught his wrist and, using the big man’s own momentum, twisted it around behind his back, pressing him forward and up at the same time. As the hulk’s head smashed into the wall, that same small part of Jack's brain registered that there was no knife in his hand. Had he dropped it? No, he didn’t think so.

That train of thought was cut off as Mongo brought his elbow up and smashed it into Jack's chest. It was an impossibly strong hit and even as Jack flew backwards against his own door he knew it shouldn't have even been possible. With an arm bar held in place like he had, Mongo should not have been able to reach him at all, let alone with that much force.

Jacks head bounced off of the door and he sagged to the ground. He tried hard to fight the inky blackness that crept up around him but even the massive amounts of adrenaline that his fight or flight instinct was pumping into him couldn't keep unconsciousness away for long.

He was done and he knew it. He actually hoped it would hurry, before Mongo could come in for the final blow that Jack knew was coming. He didn’t really want to be awake for that. He could feel something that he realized was his own blood dripping down his chest. His eyes were having trouble focusing and his head was suddenly ringing and buzzing to the point that he couldn't hear anything anymore.

Damn idiot, he thought angrily at himself, when are you going to learn to mind your own goddamn business?

The blow never came though. Instead he felt a sudden gust of wind and he could have sworn he smelt something burning. The strange buzzing in his ears stopped and he heard a voice close to him.

‘”Why couldn't you just mind your own business?”

He didn’t know why, but Jack found the softly beautiful voice mimicking his own thoughts incredibly funny right then. He chuckled to himself as the darkness claimed him and he passed out.

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Jack felt himself floating on his back near the surface of a sea of dark clouds. Well, felt was the wrong word, he couldn't feel anything. It was as if his mind had totally detached from his body so he could no longer feel anything at all, but at the same time he sensed the vast rolling blackness beneath him.

Far above him, too far, was a bright light. No, it was too bright. His mind shied away and he could feel himself slowly sinking into the comforting darkness. The fog that was blanketing his mind began to close in around him.

Where am I? The thought skidded across the surface of his mind and was gone in an instant. This was a dream. He didn’t remember going to sleep. Strange. But with the odd sense of detachment that thought flitted away into the darkness as well.

The light above him seemed to be getting brighter, coming closer. He knew that he should be in that light. That was where he belonged, but the calming blackened depths below him whispered into his mind thoughts of comfort, of peace; thoughts of oblivion. The light only promised pain and disappointment, it whispered to him. All he had to do was let go.

Something else was stirring in his mind as well. The primal part of his mind was reacting to something and through the peaceful void Jack could feel a very unwelcome sense of fear building. He knew somehow that the fear had nothing to do with either the blackness below him or the light above. There was something else moving near by in his dream. He knew instinctually that whatever it was, it was not out to entice him like the darkness, or draw him in like the light. It was hunting him, and if he was caught he would be destroyed.

This was a dream, and it wasn't turning out to be a very good one. Jack's mind tried to pull away from it. In the past he had always had the ability to wake himself and pull out of a dream, consciously, as long as he recognized he was dreaming. He didn’t know if everyone could do that, but long practice with the nightmares that had plagued him growing up with his step-father had made him very good at it. This time however, it felt as if there was a wall there. No matter how he tried to wake, he could not break through.

The only way out was to make a choice. Jack didn’t know how he knew that, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he knew it was true. Up or down. Continue sinking into the darkness and find the peace that was offered or climb out into the light.

The light was fading again as the fog crowded in around him. It would be so easy to just let go. All he had to do was release the tenuous hold he had on the light above him and it would be over. No more worries, no more pain, just a soft blanket of darkness. It would be so easy, and in the end that is what decided him. Never in his life had he taken the easy road. The light was where he belonged and that was where he wanted to be.

Pulling his scattered thoughts and will together, Jack strained upwards. The light was so far away and he could barely feel the pull from it. Suddenly the darkness below him changed. No longer was it coaxing and enticing; now it became a pit of black tar, threatening to suffocate him. It struggled against him, fighting to pull him back down into its inky depths. The fog that had covered his mind clung to him and he felt the pull increase, dragging him deeper and farther away from the light.

Just when he thought that all hope was lost, the light far above him flared. As Jack watched through his mind, a single ray of light pierced down into the rolling black fog towards him. He could feel the darkness around him shudder as if it had been physically struck. Summoning what was left of his will, he reached out and took hold of the shaft of light, his mind desperately grasping onto it like a rope thrown to a drowning man at sea. When he did, he felt himself begin to rise out of the depths, the tar peeling away from his mind as he did. Slowly and painfully, he was pulled ever higher, up towards the light.

The fog that had covered his mind began to clear and at once Jack wished it wouldn’t, because as it did his mind seemed to reconnect to his body. The feeling returned and it was not pleasant. The first thing he felt was the searing fire that burned across his chest. He gasped for breath as he the pain increased. It felt like a thousand red hot pokers were trying to find there way through his chest to his heart, the throbbing pain radiating out and down his limbs.

Through the pain though, he felt a small hand touch his forehead and a cooling sensation spread out from the palm and washed over his body. He instantly felt the pain in chest ebb to the point that he could breathe again. He still felt it pulsing through him, but it was muted by the cooling touch.

"He's waking up." Jack heard a woman’s voice say. It seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

"I’m impressed;" another, slightly more girlish sounding voice that he also felt he should know said "He's a lot stronger than he looks."

"Yes, his will seems amazingly strong for his kind," the first voice said. "But, it will take more than his own willpower if he is to survive the night."

"Oooo, I can help with that part," something in the voice gave Jack the impression she was grinning from ear to ear.

"No!" the first voice said, sternly, then softening "I think not. Not yet, at least."

"Psh, your no fun" the first voice pouted. "I guarantee he wouldn't mind. None of my boys has ever had cause to complain."

"No doubt," the woman replied, lacing in with just a hint of sarcasm. "But a mistake has been made. He should have never been here," she paused. "And until I know his part, as long as he survives, he remains free. There is too much at stake to risk our hand now. He may have nothing to do with Jacob, or the Elected, but until I know what is going on, he's off limits. Got it?"

"All right," the girl responded, a bit reluctantly it seemed to Jack. But then she asked hopefully "But after that?

"We'll see."

Jack meanwhile had been lying still throughout the exchange trying to collect his thoughts. The voices had him totally confused. What the hell are they talking about? Try as he might, nothing was making sense to him. His eyes remained closed, but he was sure that he should know the women that had been speaking, from where he wasn’t sure though. He felt a quiet buzzing sensation in the back of his mind. That seemed important somehow, and he knew should pay attention, but all he could concentrate on were the opposing hot and cold sensations coming from his chest and his forehead.

He tried to open his eyes and sit up, but it felt like tiny weights were holding down his eyelids and when he tried to move, he found that his body would not respond to him. He tried harder, his heart beginning to race a little. Nothing. Jack wasn’t sure why, probably some long forgotten childhood trauma, but even though he was not really claustrophobic or anything, the idea of not being able to move scared the shit out of him. His heart began to beat faster and he was sure he was sweating.

"Easy, easy," the woman’s voice whispered to him as the hand on his forehead started to stroke his face gently. This time, instead of being far away, her voice seemed to come from right next to his ear. "You mustn’t move, so you can save your strength."

His heart began to calm as her hand stroked his brow. The cooling sensation spread farther through his body as her hand moved and he began to feel other things as the pain lessened. The barest hint of lilacs filled his nostrils, pleasant, not too overwhelming.  He could tell that he was lying in a bed, probably the softest bed he had ever been in, and against his bare skin he could feel the soft caress of what felt like satin sheets. It was only then that he realized that he was completely naked. A small part of his brain registered the fact that he should be embarrassed, but all he could focus on was the silky touch of her hands as they moved down his neck and brushed lightly over his chest.

The fiery pain in his chest, while still there, was pushed to the back of his mind as he felt her hands roam down his body. Without benefit of any other senses, it was like that hand was the only thing in the world. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt her fingers wrap gently around his cock. Her touch was electric and he instantly sprang to life, feeling himself grow large in her grasp. Slowly, she began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. What the...

His hips instinctually tried to arch up to meet her caress, but he remained frozen, his body still not responding to his commands, though it was responding just fine to her ministrations. And though he longed to open his eyes and see what was happening, they remained stubbornly shut.

Without any warning, Jack felt a tongue lightly circle around his balls. The unexpected sensation almost caused him to loose control completely. He felt his cock jump in her hand, which hadn’t stopped moving up and down his length as he felt her draw first one ball and then the other into her ungodly warm mouth, suckling lightly on each in turn. The sensations that were shooting through his body were like electricity strait to his brain. It had been so long since he had been touched by anything but his own hand that he knew there was now way he could last long at this rate.

"Not quite yet," he heard her murmur. He felt her hand move to the base of his cock and squeeze him. She held him there, her tongue still lightly circling first one ball then the other, until he could feel his climax recede.

"Better," she said, and her hand released the pressure a little.

He felt her tongue lightly slide from his balls, up the underside of his shaft, barely touching him as it moved all the way to the tip and began circling around his head. Her fingers then began to squeeze him gently from bottom to top, milking him while her tongue teased along his ridge.

Then her tongue left him and was replaced by her lips. Ever so slowly he felt himself drawn into her warm mouth, her tongue returning to massage him as he entered her. His hips tried to buck up into her mouth again, frustrated at the pace she had set, but he could not move a muscle. She sucked about half of his length into her mouth and then reversed direction, slowly moving her lips back up him until he was almost all the way out. With that she settled into a slow and building rhythm, taking a little more of him into her mouth every time.

She didn’t pause when his head touch the back of her mouth, but instead she shifted positions a little and he suddenly felt the tight grip of her throat as she sucked him in all the way. He could feel her lips pressed against the base of his cock and he could hear the sounds of her slightly labored breathing coming quietly through her nose while it pressed into his stomach as she held him all the way in for a moment. Her hand moved down between his legs and started to massage his balls. Then she pulled back until again she held only his tip. With that she began to slowly increase the speed of her mouth, all the time her tongue was working furiously on the underside of him.

In no time Jack’s balls tightened and he knew there was no stopping it this time. She didn’t try. He wanted to warn her that he was going to cum, but even if he had been able to speak at that point, it was far too late for that.

His body tensed on its own and Jack felt himself explode into her waiting mouth, long spurt after spurt drained from him with a force he had never experienced before. Her lips never left his shaft as he felt her hungrily take everything he could give. It seemed like it would go on forever, but eventually his body relaxed back into the bed and he was left panting and exhausted beyond belief.

She held him in her mouth as he softened, the last of his energy drained from him. He was beyond thinking at this point and her mouth felt exquisitely warm wrapped around him.

After a few minutes however, when she had made no move to release his cock, he began to get a little concerned. Gradually though, he realized that the warmth radiating from her mouth seemed to be growing, becoming more of a tangible heat. It wasn't the heat of a fire, like the pain in his chest, but it was becoming just as intense.

All of the sudden that heat flowed out from her mouth and flooded over him. His entire body was consumed by the pleasurable fire and the searing pain that had been in his chest was washed away in an instant.

She released him and at once he felt exhaustion sweep over his mind and body. The heat of her mouth remained in his body, but it had died back down to pleasant warmth and he felt himself falling into a deep sleep. As the comforting darkness claimed him, he heard the voices again.

“Did it work?” the girl asked.

“The damage to his body is repaired, I think, as for the rest well; only time will tell.”

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I know this isn't five star writing quite yet, I'm here to get better, so please, let me know what you think and how I can improve.

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The Witching Hour CH-2  [XGC] #1480384 Things start to get strange for Jack and we find hidden dangers even in the best of friend by angeljack