Unlimited. Darina Grotto
was going to die, her heart was about to stop, her lungs were going to stop to rich themselves with the oxygen. But no. She kept on breathing. More often. Shallower. Her heart went on beating. Stronger. Faster. Her consciousness was losing itself in her own head.
Time had stopped. The heavy darkness, that didn’t know what mercy was, ran down because of the girl’s scream, but it didn’t leave. It lightened behind the window. It thundered. Why? It was late September… She was feeling so good that she was ready to die in that mind-numbing ecstasy. Insanity. It hovered nearby, saw her thin pale fingers torment the man’s back. They wanted to rip the flesh, to squeeze and cut up carelessly something. To squeeze firm. Her eyes were closed. They didn’t want to see anything. They didn’t want anything in the world to distract them from that what was happening. His strong hands, having no obstacles, studied her body. Her lips didn’t know what tiredness meant. He had so much life and energy in him. He gave her something unbelievable with his every touch. That was something that mind hided deeper than drugs and alcohol.
The storm flooded over, the strongest wind beat down the window with the branches, the weather came unstuck at all. It cried… Victoria screamed, ripping the flesh into parts. The weather screamed, ripping its flesh. The girl opened her eyes. There were huge shadows of wings on the ceiling…
‘Oh, God…’ Vic closed her eyes again.
‘No, dear,’ Kharon whispered, having wrapped her waist around with his arms. ‘I have nothing in common with God.’
After he heard the name of God incomprehension awaked in the demon. He stopped to let almost dead Vic have a rest, to pump air in lungs.
‘Why, dear?’ he whispered. ‘That’s me who’s leading you to the pureness. I’m giving you desirable enjoyment. Why do you say his name?’
The demon started again the passion wheel, firmly squeezing her in his arms, kissing her neck, hearing her heart beat, failed her breathing.
‘I can hear your thoughts. They’re so… passionate. Here you are as you are! Finally, my name sounds… And I like it… how modest it sounds… and I can hear it.’
‘I don’t wanna you stop…’
‘As you wish, my Lady.’ Kharon grinned, penetrating what was going on fully…
Kharon was used to hearing begging women and such kind of speaking. He liked being deified, begged to continue, embrace and kiss. Victoria wasn’t the first and the last who was going crazy in the incubus’s arms…
Almost lifeless, exhausted, fragile girl was relaxing after having had stormy passion. Victoria was lying on her stomach, arms outstretched. She was sleeping in a profound beautiful sleep which she could only dream of.
Her naked body bathed in the night, gently wrapped with a sweet scent. Kharon was nearby. It was the first time in his life he was lying near the woman after coition. He silently was studying the night ceiling, lights reflected on it, silence.
He didn’t know what to do next, how to be, what she would say. Although about “what she would say” he knew the answer – she would say nothing. She would think, imagine, remember, confirm in thought that the night had been the best in her entire life, but she would say nothing.
Victoria hardly moved a little. Kharon surveyed her and rolled over on his side to examine the little horizon border. He smiled.
‘I can’t wait for the morning,’ he informed, having found the girl in a stable.
Victoria was combing a black horse. It was glossy in the broiling sun, stamping with his hoof, stirring the dust beneath and shook its head.
‘You’re here…’ the girl murmured peacefully, turning to him.
The black horse snorted and glanced sideways at the man. Victoria turned to the demon: she was so happy to see him, she missed him so much as if she hadn’t seen him for several weeks.
In a second she turned to be in the passion and strength arms, giving herself again to the demonic creature, thinking of only the dream to be never ended.
While Kharon was destroying the sundress with barely noticeable moves, showing her gentle skin to the soft sunrays, Victoria remembered her having felt those touches recently. Recently she had almost lost her mind, answering for the dizzying, voluptuous kiss of the godlike man.
‘My gentle, sagacious, human miracle,’ Kharon looked into the girl’s eyes. ‘I have to report on my actions if you’re asking me… in your mind. I must give everything I can give to let you understand sex isn’t a two-minutes game between sexes, ending in a messy sleep in exhausted poses. Just recently we have let the huge ball of physical energy out… but in a dream I can do something more that’s impossible to do in a real life…’
Kharon dropped to one knee before excited Victoria, slowly pulling down her panties…
‘Do you confirm my arrogant, insolent invasion into your Edenic dream?’ he whispered, touching her hands with his lips.
‘Yes, I do,’ the banal and usual answer sounded…
The alarm was ringing off in the morning. Victoria opened her eyes and wanted to turn the ear-shredding device off as she understood her not have any physical strength even winkle without saying about move. She commanded her brain to take the cell, but her hands didn’t obey, in replay they cried that nobody understood and heard them not have strength to move.
Victoria tried to move her legs and it turned out to be worse. Her hands weren’t able to do anything, but the girl could feel them, and she couldn’t even feel her legs. She had no any. Her mind didn’t know how to command to make anything obey.
‘Kh…’ Vic was strong enough to say the first letter of the demon’s name while she exhaled.
The man couldn’t hear her. He was so much interested in a noisy traffic-jam under his windows. There were multi-coloured and the same cars, screwed-up drivers, annoyed pedestrians. Kharon had no idea that Victoria was calling for him.
Suspicious crowded upon him when he heard the ringing off alarm for the third time and there was nobody in hurry to switch it off.
The man came quietly into the room. There was breathless silence. Kharon frowned, sat down on the edge of the bed and called the girl. There was no answer. The demon closed his eyes, trying to go into sleeping Victoria’s mind but he faced a strange obstacle: there were twisted halls again. Empty. There were no thoughts.
The demon went around the bed. He had to see the girl’s face right now.
Victoria was still lying on her stomach, arms outstretched. Her eyes were opened, and a tear was running her cheek. She had a soft whistle of her breath and feeling of fear, her heart beat weakly. Victoria didn’t understand what was going to her, why she was incapable of taking a good sigh and even of moving. The numb body that she didn’t feel, made her panic. Could it be a blood-stroke? Blood-stoke had hit her was her the first thought. She was getting worse and so upset she could cry. She didn’t want to live like this. Victoria appealed to the demon to kill her, but he was incapable of hearing her. He was walking about the grey halls in the girl’s mind to seek for her mad thoughts, being unable to catch any of them.
Kharon looked at her running one by one tears and slowly he started getting what was going on. He couldn’t help smiling and, of course, he didn’t feel any sympathy for the girl.
The demon turned her on her back, took her hair away from her face and kissed her numb lips.
‘Today is a day of my monologue.’ He said, lying near Vic.
Vic could lie and move her eyes. Having seen Kharon smiling she felt uncomfortable. She looked pity and awkwardly while he dared to make fun of her when her body had broken down.
‘Well, I’ll start with myself.’ He said, fondling her naked shoulder. ‘I’m confused a little bit… I better say I’m scared of your strange system of twisted halls in your clear head. I’ve seen it twice already. It could have been nothing but there’s a slight objection – I can’t catch any of your thoughts. I can’t read your mind but see your foolish