Just like that the service was over. Mary rudely pinched Agnes's arm to wake her from her daydream.
"Get your head out of the clouds," she bit out, her face like an angry tomato, as they all walked out of the pew. Agnes felt a bit embarrassed as her panties were still soaked. She was afraid that it got onto the pews. It was so hot though people would think it was sweat. They filed out of the church to shake the hand of the new pastor. The women shook his hand the longest to the disturbance of their husbands and boyfriends. Each woman had a glow about her as if she was just ravaged on the spot by Abel's simple touch. Then it came time for Agnes's family to greet him.
"Pastor Abel," Mary lit up at the sight of him her face less red but still a human tomato. It was like she was a drunken teenager again. Agnes smirked but also a worm of jealousy gnawed at her bones watching James pay so much attention to her.
"Please call me James," he insisted, firmly holding Mary's hand with both of his. There was that afterglow again. Agnes was almost afraid to touch him. Almost. He finally turned to Agnes. Outside noises fell away to the sound of her beating heart, her blood that sang a song of joy and desire as Agnes approached him.
"And you must be Agnes," James held out his hand for her but she hesitated. After a rough push and irritated look from Mary, Agnes took the pastor's hand. Touching him was like touching an exposed electrical wire. The invisible mark on her chest burning. She hoped it wasn't glowing.
"Hi..." Agnes began but James finished: "I like to get to know all of my new congregation first before I do a sermon. Did you like it?"
Agnes couldn't even recall the words he spoke though she was sure she would have hung on every word. She only said "Yes". James smiled but not like he did with the other women. This smile was purely for her, genuine and warm. His dark eyes were full of promise. Sparkling with a hint of wickedness that made Agnes smile knowingly. Frank on the other hand wrinkled his short nose at how Agnes was paying so much attention to James.
"I can tell you and I are going to be good friends, Agnes," James's thumb made little circles on Agnes's wrist sending ripples of warmth and tingly sensations through her body. Agnes's sex became wet again, her arousal seemed apparent as James's smile widened. His lips slightly parted and Agnes wanted so badly to kiss them, taste them, suck on them.
"Agnes," Mary rudely interrupted again. Agnes would have loved to punch her mother in the eye. Just as the violent thought struck her Mary held her eye as she cried out in pain. She nearly collapsed.
"My head!" Mary cried out. "It's like a needle is being screwed into my head." After a moment the pain subsided but the shock stayed with Agnes. It couldn't have been her... right?
"Are you alright, Mary?" Michelle's grandmother asked. "Them migraines coming back again?"
"Fine...," Mary said a bit shaken but coming back to her harsh self again. "Just fine. It's probably this damn heat. It needs to rain. I just need to go home and lie down..." James watched Agnes leave. Their eyes locked and for a moment Agnes thought she saw some knowing glint in the pastor's eyes about what just happened.
***
Agnes's dream followed the same pattern as before. James tongue fucked her to orgasm then hovered over her ready to either kill or ravage her... or both. But this time Agnes found new strength as she found herself on top of the beast.
She had a pair of scissors she kept under her pillow in case creepy Frank got any ideas though she always locked her door; Agnes preferred to be prepared. Agnes held the sharp edge of the scissors against James's demon throat as it gleamed in the moon light.
Agnes still couldn't find any words to say. They were still trapped inside of her. She could feel the creature's supernatural masculinity as it pulsated against her now moist sex. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable.
