Warlock 101

Warlock 101

Elaina Simmons diary entry dated 24 September 1978


I asked du Chein to marry me today and he accepted. I know it was forward of me but matters are starting to move fast. His immaturity is way ahead of his readiness and I've decided to bring him along as fast as possible. We've a week of quiet time and I intend to take full advantage of it. There's no telling who we’re going to meet, once we get to Nassau and if he’s not brought up to speed we're all going to look like complete idiots.

Today we were talking about his initiation and he wanted to know who would be his guide. He thought it would be me! Can you imagine that? I told him it was a mother’s responsibility. This triggered a flashback to his earliest memories and I got to see his mother’s face through the eyes of her baby. I think I might know who she is. There wasn’t much of an underlying message, but she was frightened and the cause was confirmed by her emotions and the empathy they fostered. It’s a question we will have to get to the bottom of, but one I prefer that Henry handles on his own.

There's so much of the occult we take for granted, being brought up in it. I swear that Lucy knows more about what’s going on than du Chein does….which reminds me. I need to tell Henry about my daughter.

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At dinner that night we sat at the corner of the dining room. It was an intimate and cozy setting. We had the buffet and Elaina had the lobster and seafood while I had some steak and french fries. Afterwards I got a dollop of apple pie and Elaina had soft serve with chocolate syrup.

"Will you please explain something?" I asked her.

"Seems I’ve been doing a lot of that lately."

"I need to get this straight. Noir is a Deamon, a manifestation of the darkness, that has taken form inside you?"

"Correct."

"Then how is it, that something inside you, can have sex with you?"

"What do you think?"

"Was it imaginary, like some sort of a weird dream? Did he have you masturbate and pretend he was doing it? Did he take on some kind of a human form?"

"And the answer to all three is…..Ehhhh. None of the above."

“Then tell me what happened?”

“The Warlock who initiated me is named Murat. He's mean spirited, wicked and while I hesitate to use the word….evil. Once the darkness manifested itself and began to congeal he summoned my Deamon into his awareness. There he instructed Noir in how to proceed, telling him to do things with my body which he claimed, “Gives a woman pervese and delightful pleasure.” Noir is very powerful and in his innocence allowed Murat to incite in him, demands that were hurtful and cruel. I've never liked Murat, personally, and the feeling is mutual. There's always been this antagonism between us and he took full advantage once he had control. With an almost sadistic delight he demeaned me in front of my sisters. The torment I endured as they mastered me was unmerciful and brought me lower than I ever imagined possible. It struck fear into the initiates, and several promising candidates walked away that night from the calling. It was an ordeal of misery, burned into my memory, and I'll never forgive Murat for the excesses he visited.”

“What all did he do to you?”

“I don’t even want to think about it…but it was enough, that when the two of them got through, I was on IV fluids for two days.”

“Was it worth it?

“Damn right it was. It awakened me to my calling. Trust me, it was worth it… “

“What will it be like for me…What form will the darkness take?”

“Henry, You are the darkness. It's already a part of you. Your alter ego is Sarah. She's your innocence. You're complete.”

“You said there was more to the gift than telepathy. How can I be complete without the rest?”

“You’ll have it once the initiation is over.”

“But….”

“That’s all I’m at liberty to say.”

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After dinner we walked around on the deck. We held hands but I could feel a tension between us. I tried to look into her thoughts but they were blocked.

“What you're trying to do is rude,“ she told me.

“What are you talking about?” I answered.

“Trying to look uninvited, into another’s thoughts, is rude…. It’s socially unacceptable and if you try it when we get to Nassau, my family members will be offended.”

“I feel you in my head all the time, and I don’t recall any invitations.”

“Look Henry! We don’t have a lot of time to get you ready. I need to be able to assess the progress we’re making. Once you start to come up to speed, I’ll show you how to cloak. You’ll need to have that down pat before we leave this ship. For now you need to accept the fact that I’ll be slipping into and out of your mind. OK?”

“OK! Fine…. I never said it bothered me. I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Then why are you trying to hide your fixation with my breasts?”

“Sorry.”

“They’ve been on your mind all day. What has gotten into you?”

“You tell me. I can’t get the taste out of my mouth. What is this stuff you’re secreting?”

“I had a daughter last year. I’ve been breast feeding my baby girl.”

“Oh….., why didn’t you tell me you had a child?”

“Now you know…. You can back out any time you want.”

“Who said anything about backing out? Its just one of those small matters about my finace, I'd like to know something about.”

“Her name is Lucy. Her father is Noir. Her biological father is Murat.”

“Murat?”

“I conceived during the initiation. It's supposed to happen that way even if it doesn’t always work out.”

“How old are you anyway?”

“Almost Twenty-five.”

“So you were around twenty-three when you became a Witch?”

“What of it?”

“I would have thought you would have started younger.”

“I would have, but there’s a waiting list.”

“Waiting list?”

“How many times do I have to tell you. There aren’t that many Warlocks around.”

I paused. There was something about that remark that stuck to my subconscious like a dab of glue, waving a red flag.

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“It means you are destined to be a very popular fellow.”

“But we’ll be married.”

“Has nothing to do with it. Those are separate matters altogether.”

“Huh?”

“Our marriage ritual will not contain the phrase, …forsaking all others.“

“I guess I’m a bit old fashioned.”

“You don’t have to have sex with an initiate, but the option is there, if you need it.”

“To do what?”

“To get the job done.”

“Why am I beating my head into this bulkhead?”

“You’re worrying about details that will take care of themselves. There are more important issues we need to be focusing on.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m starting to feel in the mood for you to suck my breasts.”

“Oh my god…what is it about those protrusions of yours that I find so compelling?”

“I think you must have been raised on formula.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m beginning to think the reason you’ve been slow maturing is a deficiency in you spiritual nourishment.”

“You really think so?”

“No!” she answered breaking out in laughter. “I really don’t think so, “but then again…”

“I’m really getting thirsty.”

“Its dark behind the lifeboat.”

We slipped into the shadows. There was a reclining lounge chair a previous occupant had pulled earlier into the shade. Elaina sat down and I went to my knees in front of her. We kissed a delightful kiss as she raised up her T-shirt. There was nothing underneath and I scooted close as she held a hand to my chin and raised her breast with the other. I opened as she pushed the nipple between my lips and began to suck, coaxing the fluid from the font of her womanhood. She held my head and stroked my hair, rocking rhythmically back and forth. That familiar tart and bitter taste flowed into my mouth as my cheeks drew vacuum and my tongue implored. When I finished with one, I took the other, caressing gently, and reveled in the delightful softness of her nurture. A warm glow began to wash inside and the heat of a deep passion began to build. We stood up and kissed again, with heavy breathing and unrequited eagerness. Elaina suggested her cabin and reminded me of the King sized bed. With a giddy expectation we hastened below to her stateroom. She handed me the key and fumbling with ineptitude, I struggled with the lock. As the door came open we stumbled inside pulling and falling over one another. Slamming the door shut I carried her straight to the bed. With abandon, we tore off our clothes and came together in a full bodied embrace, our lips devouring and our tongues taking full measure. Her legs straddled mine and my knees nudged her thighs bidding her legs spread wider apart. My erection throbbed. Reaching out, I guided it into a tangle of blond pubic hairs. She squirmed about positioning herself and taking the shaft from my hand, guided it into her vagina. Arching her back she writhed up, letting the girth slip deep and comfortably into her sheath. Excited and ready to continue, I was stopped by her words.

“Hold still.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I want you to lay still…. I’m going to find Sarah…. To bring her into your awareness.”

I felt the edge of Elaina’s mind slip into mine.

“Sarah .“ she called out, “Sarah….”

“I’m here Elaina, I’m here! I’m so happy to see you. Where’s Noir?”

“He sends his love. He misses you terribly and is beside himself with loneliness.”

“I love him too and miss him just the same. Please Elaina, tell him I love him with all my heart.”

“You can tell him yourself. Come upstairs, into the awareness of your master.”

“Can I? Should I?”

“Give me your hand. Of course you should and together we can.”

Into my awareness the came.

“Hi Sarah, do you know who I am?”

“Yes master. I see you often in our imagination.”

“Well, I saw you for the first time yesterday and it's a pleasure to speak with you.”

“Thank you for sharing your body.”

“I think we're about to do it again. This time I hope it's less traumatic.”

“This time I’ll be much better prepared.”

“When you look out, don’t be shocked at what you see.”

Through our eyes Sarah looked down at two bodies joined in intercourse. Then I felt Elaina withdrawing from my mind.

“Close your eyes and give them some privacy.” she whispered as she departed.

I closed my eyes and the lights seemed to go out. I could still feel, but the feelings now belonged to Sarah. I felt her body stretch out and it was mine. Then I felt the darkness and a chill passed over me. I heard a voice, strong and masculine, whisper seductively.

“Roll over Sarah, and look up at me.”

I felt our bodies roll over on the bed, but it wasn’t Elaina on top. I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else.

“I’m here Sarah, look up at me,” ordered Noir.

In my imagination, I saw her eyes open and look adoringly into his.

“I love you Noir. I’m so glad you came for me.”

“I'm here to finish what we started earlier.”

“I know, I promise this time to do right by you. Go ahead now, and do me.”

His hips began to move and I felt the sensation of his erection inside her.

“I promise this isn't going to hurt.”

“Why should I be afraid? You’re my hero.”

“I am?”

“Indeed you are. You're my knight in shining armour, The Marquis Noir.”

“You know my name,” he said playing along, “Have we met before, Lady Sarah?”

“Once in the embrace of my hopes,” she answered, “but perhaps you don’t recall.”

“I recall only emptiness, before seeing you in my dreams.”

“I saw you too, and my heart cried out in love…," she said dramatically. Then, like a schiziophrenic, changed her tone. "Don't stop fucking when you talk. It spoils the mood."

"So poetic and so calloused. Tell me what you want."

"Is is so hard doing both at once? Moving and talking at the same time? You know, up and down?"

“Ah yes, My Lady, I can do that; hands on your waist, back and forth..comme ca?”

“Yes! just like that, You dance beautifully.”

“There are different types of dance you know.”

“Of course I do… there's slow dancing that's mellow and seductive but then there's fast dancing which is wicked and wanton. Fast dancing is lots more fun.”

“I want this to be a pleasure for you, My Lady, but my need is great.”

“What's the matter? Do you think I'll break if you ride me too hard?”

Noire began to pick up the tempo. Sarah followed the lead of his intercourse, lifting into his thrust and yielding as he paused. Her hands were on his shoulders and their eyes shown in the gaze of one another. His burned like coals, hot with malice; hers like pools of loving kindness. His continence was severe and his face florid. Hers was serene, with a look of adoration. As their hips moved rythmically their spirits touched and a shiver passed between them.

“You know what I want.” he whispered.

“Yes,” she answered, “but it's precious and I must demand a boon.”

“Tell me what it is?“

“A poem! I want you to compose a love poem and then recite it to me.”

“While I love you Sarah, I’m afraid I’m not a poet.”

“Your love is welcome, your fear, a dissappointment.”

“You ask much.”

“How badly do you want my innocence?”

Shaking his head the Marqauis sighed, "Enough to hazard an attempt."

His muse took pity and Noir recited the following verse.

I asked you if we’d met before
You answered, “In your hope.”
I told you of the emptiness
Which I have had to cope.
Until the sun in pity etched
Its shadow on the dial
And moon came up and gifted me
The beauty of your smile.

Sarah raised up, trembling on his phallus. Tears ran down her cheeks and like lava, an orgasm began flowing through her body, animating everything in its path. Then the girth of his flesh swelled, and with a joyful surge, came the timeless legacy of yesterday, errupting with the sparkle, of tomorrow's hopes and dreams.