Find the Past Part 3
By Selena Illyria
©2008 Selena Illyria, All Rights Reserved
I/R, Paranormal

Lea gritted her teeth, her grip on the arm rest of her overstuffed armchair increased, nails biting into the soft, warm tan colored leather. Muscles jerked and her toes curled as yet another orgasm ripped through her. Ever since she had asked David to dig into her father’s past with Sebastian she couldn’t stop coming. She wasn’t sure what was worse; the barrage of erotic images or the orgasms. Every time she closed her eyes she saw several pairs of hands caressing her body, lips brushing her skin, tongues tracing a fiery path over her skin, flicking her nipples and clit, rimming the entrance of her dark hole and all the while she stared into green-gold eyes.
When she was awake, orgasms broke out every few minutes, varying in levels of intensity. Her voice was gone, hoarse from all the crying out, her lip ached from all the times she’d bitten down to keep from uttering a sound, she couldn't wearing panties just the brush of fabric against her engorged clit was enough to send shockwaves through her. Gripping her coffee cup in her hand tightly she brought the ceramic mug to her lips and took a sip only to utter a sound of frustration, when a mini-orgasm broke out, her inner muscles contracting, her limbs shaking minutely.
Tea sloshed around in the cup but there was no spillage much to her relief. She brought the cup to her lips again and took a sip, grimacing at the ice cold temperature. With shaking hands she put the cup down on the table nearest her. She drew her black, diamond patterned blanket around her and shivered.
She had called in sick to work refusing to give an explanation or a time table for her return. Her shoulder ached and she had, had to replace the bandage three times that morning and five last night, she could feel the wound throb underneath the flimsy cotton, plastic and glue. She wanted it to stop. No amount of pain killers she either spread on the wound or downed stopped the pulsing or the bleeding. The punctures seemed to be enlarging, spreading forming intricate circular designs on her shoulder, like a tattoo.
The ink black markings all throbbed painfully in time with her heartbeat. She shook her head as she reached for her tea again, not caring that it was cold, she was thirsty, never in her life had she been so thirsty and yet with each swallow her throat reminded her of her screaming. She could only imagine what her neighbors thought. She didn’t really care what they thought all she could concentrate was the pain. She managed to take another sip before putting her mug back down, pulling the throw around her shoulders, she then slipped her hands under her thighs to try and keep the shaking under control. It wasn’t working.
“As beautiful as ever,” A voice said behind her chair. It sounded like Sebastian and yet it was wrong somehow. Gasping, then wincing at the pain she turned her head this way and that, not wanting to get out of the comfort and warmth of her chair. She didn’t even give thought to the hot and cold flashes she had been getting as of late. Finally the figure stepped into her line of sight and she gasped again. He held up his hands.
“No, no don’t get up, please, not on my account,” The Sebastian look alike told her, He worn tight black leather pants that emphasized his muscular thighs and his obvious bulge. He wore a loose white shirt, hair cut to his chin, curling under his square jaw, a silver obelisk dangling in each ear, red-orange eyes framed by ink black lashes.
“Who, who are you?” She whispered voice raspy.
“Oh, this is so sad. You wound me my dear, wound me straight to the heart,” He said holding his hands over his heart, a wounded look on his face.
“But it is understandable, you’re eyes were only for Sebastian. My brother has all the luck. I, my dear, am Toryn, a pleasure to meet you again.”
He bowed low, hair falling forward to cover his features, just like his brother. His skin tone was bronze, as if he enjoyed life outside in the sun.
“I love the sun. Sometimes I romp around in the nude, feeling the warmth on my skin, just divine.”
A flash of Toryn’s nude body over hers, his lips moving over hers as he pounded into her, she cried out, mouth open, a silent scream issue forth as another orgasm ripped through her, this one bigger than the last, she squeezed her legs shut, back bowed, head thrown back. Once the torturous feeling of ecstasy had passed she slumped forward, eyes closed panting. It was so pleasurable it was painful. She wanted it to stop but didn’t know how. Opening her eyes, tears brimming, ready to spill she sat up looking up at him, silently pleading with him to make it stop. She gasped when she found him not standing before her, but crouching down in front of her. His hands placed on both arm rests, bracketing her in.
“Oh, sweet, I’m so sorry,” he murmured his voice just a shade higher than Sebastian’s, like suede running over naked skin. She licked her lips, opened her mouth and only one word spilled out, “Please.”
He reached up, callused fingertips lightly brushing from her temple to her cheek.
“I’m sorry, sweet, but I can’t stop it. What I can do is bring you to my world, where you can be watched more closely.”
He brushed her temple and cheek again, a soothing sensation, making her body feel light and weightless, her eyelids heavy. She hardly noticed the mini orgasm that ran through her, causing her muscles to twitch and jump. Darkness clouded her vision and sleep soon took hold. She soon found herself in a dreamless sleep, soothed and comforted.

* * * * * *

Toryn slipped her out of the chair and into his arms, carrying her carefully to the center of the room he summoned a portal to open. Soon a swirling vortex of red-orange opened up before him, whipping his hair back. He looked around the room deciding there was nothing else to take, he stepped through the doorway. Soon he found himself in a desert landscape, a purple sky stretching out overhead. He started to walk toward a lush patch of pine trees, leaving his dry landscape that was made up of oranges, reds and pale golds, to enter craggy green territory. Walking along, Lea’s arm swinging back and forth lifelessly, he cut a path through the forest land, pausing he looked out over a cliff to the setting, blazing yellow globe, far off into the distance, the thunderous sound of waves crashing against rock below him. He turned to leave when he was confronted with a man, holding a large silver triton.
“Why the hell is she here and where is Bastian?”
“Good to see you to Tryton. She’s here because she needs our help and Bastian is still on the other side.”
“What do you mean?” Tryton moved closer, his long, wavy black hair swinging back and forth in its ponytail.
“She’s been having uncontrollable orgasms and no one to watch over her, she could hurt herself.” “And where is our dear brother Sebastian?” Tryton asked, his staff hitting a rock on the ground, it rung slightly before he raised it. Water spurted up from the spot, soon turning into a small stream.
“He is still in the mortal world.”
“Does he know you have his bride?”
“No, David came to me, told me she was remembering, this tells me she could remember certain things.”
Toryn nodded down to Lea whose body twitched and arched slightly.
“Shit, let’s get her back to the tower. We must get her strapped down. As soon as you get there send someone to fetch Bastian. I’ll go find Vulcan and Cable. Toryn watched his brother vanish in a puff of pale blue smoke. Adjusting Lea in his arms he headed deeper into the forest toward the tall tower of gray granite and red brick in the middle of the forest.

* * * * * *

20 Years ago . . .

Mr. Humphreys placed the candles just so, making sure that they formed a perfect circle. Pacing the outer edge carefully he made sure the pentagram was perfectly drawn. He had the bowl of water, a bowl of soil and a bowl of an offering of gold. He had the blood bag ready to give as payment for his wish fulfilled. Tonight he was determined to summon a demon from the first dimension, or as the book called them the Server Demons. They were the weakest of the caste system of demons. They usually served other demons and could only grant one wish. They were the lowest and least dangerous on the totem pole. The highest ranking demons were the demons on the fifth level. He didn’t care about the fifth level demons tonight. He had one wish and wanted it granted by something he felt he could easily manage.
As he lit the candles one by one, he snorted, scoffing at the old woman at the Occult store, who seemed to sense what he was about to do and warned him off.
“The old woman didn’t understand,” He muttered, “I need to do this. This is important.”
Finally getting all the candles lit, he put away his lighter and walked back to the book. Power flowed from the cracked leather cover, swirling around him, caressing him; teasing him with its scent of sandalwood and jasmine. Inhaling deeply he opened the book and pushed passed the pages of little interest to him. Finding the passage he wanted, he closed his eyes and focused. Opening his mouth he recited the small summoning verse aloud and waited, sweat slipping over his forehead. He felt a sudden gust of warm air blow against him and then a loud cackle. Opening his eyes, he saw before him a man, well if a man had a long black tail, with fire lit at the end and black horns on his head. The thing before him blinked black pupilless eyes. On closer inspection his skin had opalescent black scales, rainbow colors glittering with every movement the demon made.
“Ah, the mortal realm, nice to be back here, ooooh, shiny!”
The demon walked forward, crouching down he tried to reach out for the gold ring with the ruby inset. His hand hit the invisible barrier that was created by the candles. He hissed, shaking his hand as smoke rose from it.
“You’ll get your offering and your payment when you’ve done your duty here.”
The demon rose to his full height, which was a surprising five feet, five inches. Mr. Humphrey’s had been expecting someone or something taller.
“Fine, fine human tell me your measly wish and I’ll grant it.”
The demon shook his hand and let it fall to his side. Mr. Humphrey’s heart tattooed a beat against his chest. He licked his lips and uttered the words that would seal his fate.
“I wish for more powerful clients to frequent my law firm.”
The demon’s coal black eyebrows rose in disbelief.
“That is what you want? More work?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure? Not fame, fortune, a hotter wife than the one you’ve got?”
“No, no, no, none of those things, I want more powerful clients to frequent my law firm.”
The demon threw back his head and laughed.
“You are a strange one mortal. Fine, fine tomorrow morning when you enter your law firm you will find your wish to be granted. Now give me my offering and my payment.”
With shaking hands Mr. Humphreys put down the book, picked up the blood pack and walked toward the circle. He leaned down and picked up the ring, tossing that in first. He watched the demon pick it up, bite into it and nod in approval.
“Real gold and a real ruby, good, good, blood price?”
Mr. Humphreys tossed the bag of blood into the circle as well and watched in horror and fascination as the demon bit into the plastic bag, sucking it dry with each pull of its mouth, until nothing was left, not even droplets of blood smooshed between the thin plastic covers. The demon tossed it at the barrier and it dropped harmlessly to the ground. He threw back his head and let out a loud cackle.
“Good, Luck Humphreys my boy, good luck to you. Thanks for the laugh.”
With that the demon disappeared in a puff of red smoke. Mr. Humphreys shook. A sense of cold over took him, chilling him from head to toe. The demon had known his name. Fear started to overtake him, he dropped to his knees and warm wetness soaked his crotch at the thought the demon would come back to kill him.
“I’m in over my head,” he muttered, clutching his head.
“I’ve never done something like this before, that thing . . . that thing could kill me!”
Scrambling up he started to blow out the candles, dumping the water and soil in the trash he threw in the empty bag plastic blood bag. He threw open a closet door and threw the book in, once the candles were cooled, threw them and the bowls into a box and threw that into the closet with the book. As he shut the door and locked it he swore he could hear laughter following him as he ran out of the room. He showered, changed into his pajamas and slipped into bed beside his wife who was already asleep.
The next morning he got up and went to work, ignoring the nagging thought that he had forgotten something. When he arrived at work he was puzzled by all the commotion in front of his law firm, there were news vans and a crowd of people near the entrance. He made his way around to the back to avoid the crush and took the stairs up to the third floor where his office was located. He didn’t notice that his secretary was not at her desk, instead just picking up his messages and walked straight into his office. He stopped dead, right there sitting in the visitor’s chair was the governor of the state surrounded by his security detail. The man turned in his chair to face Mr. Humphreys.
“Ah, Mr. Humphreys, I need your help, I’ve had an accident, you’re the only one that can help me,” the man said eyeing Mr. Humphreys.
Mr. Humphreys fainted.