DevilGod

For you humans, it was mere years later. Mr. Abuda looked out the window of his office. He watched as Eric, the gothic child of the Cathedral De Los Vampiros descended the grand staircase slowly and stopped to look back. His ghostly face was painted white, and covered in a milky color. His eyes shaped like almonds were traced in dark outliner, while his lips were plain and stripped of color. A long brush of black hair draped his back and shoulders as he moved down the marvel steps of the great fortress, in which his steps echoed as he descended. He dared not meet the eyes of his master Mr. Abuda, and he was grateful that he could not see through the glass of the office to watch him standing there looking back at him. Yet he knew, even though he could not see within it, Mr. Abuda, no matter how he could see him. And he was sure he was watching him now. Mr. Abuda smirked from the other end of the glass, knowing Eric couldn’t possibly see him standing at the other end of the office window. The window was especially designed for this reason. Mr. Abuda frowned, watching, as the young man hesitated, then finally continued to descend the stairs like a floating pale banshee, reaching the bottom with a pasty thud and walking across the antechamber into a door to his left that led into the vaults. An eerie smile fashioned Mr. Abuda’s pale face, never replacing the frown over it. He crossed his arms and hissed underneath his breath. “Eric, what the hell am I going to do with you?” he loudly whispered into the empty room. He delightfully chuckled, almost devilishly. My sleeves were now at my sides. “Maybe kill you.” He snickered, then whirled around, only to find another form standing at the entrance of his office. His heart skipped a beat for a moment, and then he quickly regained his posture and faced the form, curving a brow in rage. Who was this now intruding on his time alone? He took a step forward away from the window. He seemed alert, feeling his heart racing against his chest. The figure was covered in a silhouette by the shape of the door. Mr. Abuda hurried a step forward, falling almost upon the form. It was only when he was inches away that a radiant face surged from the darkness before him. A pair of brown eyes sparkled from the shapeless blackness directly up at him, and he shuddered, unwilling himself at their presence. A glowing seemed to glimmer from his smooth creamy skin, as now a smile greeted him and spread in delight and amusement. Only then did he realize he was staring into the beautiful face of his mother. She was dressed in a red long silk dress. Her long brown hair draped behind her. She wore no make-up, only a glossy lipstick that shimmered from her plump and plumlike mouth. She didn’t look a day old, in comparison to the picture on his desk, when he was only ten. It was almost as though she had never aged. But yet Sid had never found that disturbing, in any way. It had only engrossed him, and had inspired a veil of most delicate and delectable fantasy. Mr. Abuda clumsily walked to her side. He felt the weakening by her presence, and was beckoned by her beauty. Her perfume awakened his senses, and he gazed dreamily at her small glossy lips. A scent of fruit lured him to her lips, and he had to shake himself from the trance. She gazed up at him puzzled, her small rounded face glowing in the twilight of her smile, and he wanted to reach out and caress her ready cheek. “My…Lady.” he hissed through quivering lips, losing control. He hated the idea of calling her mother; it just didn’t feel right. He had never thought much about it, but lately it hadn’t felt right. And for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do so. There was something in her eyes, a bond he had noticed between them. It wasn’t a mother and son bond, it was deeper then that. At first he hadn’t understood it. But slowly he was welcoming the feelings, welcoming the bond and seeing the connection between them and his dreams were coming true. He was discovering himself, and now he was curiously drawn to the feelings growing inside him for his own, his very own, and his unadulteratedly own, mother. Dizzy as a space baron, he balanced himself as his mother walked closely to him. Her perfume was stronger then he thought, and he couldn’t resist it. Or was it her he couldn’t resist? “Mother,” he hissed, correcting himself, watching as the frown of disappointment on her face overturned the smile. Her gently flawless face, shimmering, lighting before him like bits of immaculate crystals imbedded in her skin. His lips parted slightly--he was dazed, and lost under her spell. His feelings for her felt different now; they felt right! He bent forward to kiss her, his mouth parted, his heart throbbing, his groins erupting with desire. His mouth hovered over her face closely, but he didn’t kiss her sweet lips, though he had longed and wished that he had. Instead, he kissed her pale cheek, took a step back, drained and overwhelmed with the feelings racing inside him for her. “To whom do I own this honor?” he remarked, examining her with lustful eyes. How could he look at his mother like that? He shook his head, scolding himself for his behavior. But he couldn’t resist; he couldn’t stop looking at her, for that matter. His eyes, touching every inch of her body, watched her chest exhale as she took a breath. Catching her scent in the air, not the perfume but the smell of her, the smell of the moist ruddy triangle between her legs. “Do I need an excuse to see my darling son, Sid?” she beckoned, with a sweet smile. “No…of course not, mother.” Sid bit his lips as the word left his mouth. He could imagine her beneath him, his cock inside her, penetrating the small slit between her legs, burrowing into her and her mouth giving way to soft moans at he did so. She wanted him, and he knew it. He could feel her body invite him, like in his dreams. She seduced him, but she didn’t need to, as he already wanted her. He remembered falling asleep thinking about her, feeling himself come to the moment of ecstasy in his sleep. Hoping it was real, but it always awoke him to find himself desiring her all the more, when she wasn’t beside him.