The First Enochian Key

Tremendous reactions occur in the atmosphere, when Enochian is chanted and not merely the words, but also their qualities are amalgamated to produce a harmonious and powerful pattern of sound.

The First Enochian Key (in Enochian...obviously)

“Ol sonuf vaoresji, gohu, IAD Balata, elausha caelazod: sobrazod-oi Roray I ta nazopesad, Giraa ta maelpereji, das hoel-qo qaa notahoa zodimezod, od comemahe ta nobeloha zodien; soba tahil ginonupe pereje aladi, das vaurebes obolehe giresam. Casarem ohorela caba Pire: das zodonurenusagi cab: erem ladanahe. Pilahe farezodam zodenurezoda adanao lao ladapiel das home-tohe: soba ipame lu ipamis: das sobolo vepe zodomeda poamal, od bogira aai ta piape Piamoel ad Vaoan! Zodacare, eca, od zodameranu! odo cicale Qaa; zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Mada, hoathahe Saitan!”

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They stood over the trembling girl, the dark one and the light. From the shadows of what had been her home for only a few measly hours, from where her new husband was taken from her, they descended and took what they had desired for so long. Or so they claimed. They would take his place tonight.

He had made her hot and willing. Submissive. Wanting.

They would finish the job her husband hadn’t. They would make her tremble. They would make her come, make her fade and ultimately make her cold.

It started without introduction or fan fare.

First the light came to her, leering over her, his warm stale breath making her gag. He grabbed her roughly by the long luscious hair her husband had loved so much and asserted his authority, his need to have her submit to him by pulling back his hand and striking it across her porcelain skinned face, whipping her head sideways. The tears, which had initially been from the anguish of loss for her beloved, became a torrent of fear and disbelief.

“Filthy fucking whore.\" The light hissed against her cheek. He kissed her on the red welt mark of his dominance. She shivered in repulsion as he ran his tongue from her ear to her jugular notch, her breath involuntarily hitching, when he paused to nip her soft skin. He chuckled deeply at her quick acquiescence.

She cringed when she felt the trickle of her previous arousal for her husband run down between her thighs. She pressed them together, but as if sensing it from across the room, the dark swooped on her as she was entangled with the light and fought for the right to claim what he alleged was his. The light looked at his companion both in disappointment and skepticism, but the dark did not relent.

Reluctantly the light moved away from her and perched himself on the opposite side of the bed. His arousal was evident but he forced himself to be composed to be able to fully appreciate the dark’s pleasure and the girl’s pain. He licked his lips in anticipation as the game began.

The dark crushed his lips against hers, bruising and bleeding the rosy delicacies. He was unrelenting and she quickly began to return the offering despite her hurt and better judgment. She knew it wasn’t him, but it was so familiar, fresh tears dampened both of their faces at the thought. She could close her eyes and pretend it was her adored, and the pain would go away. The dark pulled back and slapped her hard as if reading her thoughts, his eyes piercing her gaze making her squirm and heated. He knew as well.

He unceremoniously tore her clothes from her small body, exposing the sanctified purity she had been saving for her husband, displaying her to the world, leaving her humiliated. He descended to where the scent of her arousal permeated the room and inhaled dee Yes Yes, he was sure he would enjoy this.

He thrust two leather-clad fingers into her tightness, and she gasped at the invasion. Her first ever. She would not give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Or so she prayed. She obliged him to prove it to herself. He thrust in and out of her, and she in turn pushed against him. He lowered is lips to her swollen nub and bit it hard to assert that the coupling was for his pleasure and not hers. It had the desired effect. Her piercing shriek echoed through the three, two with growing arousal that the sound, one with growing fear and shame at the feeling of desperation at wanting more that was coursing through her.

The dark came undone as she whimpered and pleaded for him to stop. To just rid her of her hurt, betrayal and guilt, to kill her as she lay in his vice like grip. He refused. He freed himself and thrust deeply inside her, breaking her barrier and causing her to scream again. It was supposed to be her husband who broke her. Her husband with his soft words of comfort, his gentle caresses, their union to be born from love. Not the creature that was pounding relentlessly into her now, taking what he desired and leaving her with nothing but the scandalous desire she tried desperately to suppress for the man invading her.

She should hate him.

She tried, but failed.

He increased his speed and force and she arched her back to meet his urgency. He lowered his head and found one of her erect nipples. He licked gently around the dark pigmented skin before sucking tenderly, pulling it into a point within his mouth. She groaned at the sensation. He bit down hard in reply, relishing the blood that pulsed onto his tongue. He moaned at the coppery experience and to silence her cries that were echoing, he shared it with her as well.
The taste of her essence in her mouth re-kindled her desire. She was sure she would be damned for the gratification she was allowing him to give her. She would find out soon enough.

The sweat from the dark’s exertion began to cause his bloody to slide against hers more freely and his movements became smooth, he was fast coming to his climax. She sensed it and unwillingly hers surfaced asl. Sl. She resorted to moaning through gritted teeth to force herself to not beg him for more, to fuck her harder, to show her the pleasure he could give her that she new her husband could never have done.

But he knew as well.

He raised one of his hands to her throat and gradually tightened his grip as he came closer. She shivered at the sensation. Her eyes begged him for more. She was betraying herself, she knew it, but he held her entranced, as if under some sort of s. Bu. But she knew also, he had done no such thing. He had awakened this within her, and she would pay the ultimate price.

As she peeked, so did he. She gasped for breath that did not come, his hand denying her that luxury. Her body convulsed as her orgasm hit, she could not call his name, she did not know him, and so in her mind she voiced her husbands, her ultimate betrayal of him. Her body tightening around his sent the dark over, but he did not savor the moment introspectively. As she quivered around him, just before he released, he drew from his side with his free hand a silver dagger. With the first spurt of his seed, he slashed the blade across her throat, her eyes widening in surprise, her muscles clamping down more firmly around his hard cock. With his second surge immediately after, he thrust the blade deep within her chest, through the beautiful creaminess of her breast, her climax choking the very essence from him as well at the blades point of entry.

As her eglasglassed over, he continued to rock within her, making sure he was spent and to compose himself to remember every moment.

He had waited patiently for so long for this. Planned his game with the most intricate details. Her look of hurt, desire and betrayal had made it all worthwhile and told him that he had succeeded.

He smiled smugly at her as he withdrew and lay down beside her to appreciate her true beauty.

The light rose from the bed and walked from the room, satisfied by his companion’s enjoyment, but still not sated. He left to go in hunt of his own.