The Codex Il Malvagio sat on a fine wood stand amid a circle of black silk and sumptuous pillows. The thick book was worn leather and aged yellow pages. Nona was careful not to bump it as blood red petals fell from her hand. She finished her round, and lit a heady incense of deep sandalwood, carnal musks, and heady spices. Fragrant smoke curled up from the little pot on the book stand. The Witching Hour was nearly upon them.
Matthew watched Nona from the other side of the circle. Her lithe silhouette showed through her sheer, silken robe. Nona's breasts swayed softly as she turned towards him and held out her hands.
"Come here." Nona purred.
Her eyes glimmered with the promise of something sensuous and mysterious. Matthew smiled wickedly and took her hands.
"Gladly"
It had been a while since they delved into something dark, something forbidden. S&M and bondage were passΓ©, swinging and threesomes were boring. Nothing seemed to move them lately. The Codex was a glimmer in their jaded decadenceβthey'd gone to a lot of trouble to steal it.
Nona pulled Matthew over the petal circle and into the center with her. He kissed her, greedy to feel her lips on his. His hands bunched and curled against diaphanous silk, impatient to get at her soft flesh.
"Matthew", Nona mumble between his kisses, "The ritual... Did you bring it?"
He nipped at her soft lips before he pulled away. From his robe he took a small, amber vial.
"A treat for my sweet." Matthew said. Nona tried to grab it from him but he pulled it away. She tensed, anxious to begin the rite.
"Stop it", she hissed softly. "I'm not in the mood for your tricks, Matthew!"
"I know what you're in the mood for..."
Matthew kissed Nona hard as her hand sought the vial. He held onto it while she tried to pry it out of his fingers. His cock twitched impatiently as she pressed against him.
"You're such a tease." Nona muttered against his lips.
The vial slipped free and she plucked it out of Matthew's hand. Nona uncapped it and a spicy, pungent scent drifted out. Her eyes drifted closed as she savored the aromatic oil. It sparked a warmth deep inside her.
"Did you make it right?"
"Just the way the Codex said."
Nona set the oil on the stand. The clock on the wall softly chimed midnight. She turned the thin parchment pages until she came to one that said Tantra di Cattiveria, The Dark Tantra, penned in dark, rusty Italian.
Matthew sauntered behind and put his arms around her. She could feel him already hard against the small of her back.
"I want to bend my little witch over this book stand." he growled softly.
Matthew's hand wove into her dark blonde hair and pulled her head aside. Nona could feel his warm breath on her skin. He nipped at her neck, her ear...
"Patience, Matthew." Nona chuckled and pushed him away.