Johanna Morgenthau Chapter 06

Johanna Morgenthau and the Search for the Cinnamon Ice Cream

An erotic novel.

The plot takes place in Germany in 1994, in an unnamed city.

All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.

==== Chapter Six: To be a Monster ====

== The Cave ==

The next morning, Lisa and Johanna wake up together. Lisa is glowing with happiness. The two of them lie in bed, holding hands, and savor the warm sunlight that streams through the window, casting a gentle glow over Johanna's bed.

Lisa breaks the peaceful silence. "I've always been afraid. My whole life. I was scared of the other children, terrified of intimacy, afraid that my fiancé would leave me, and anxious about so many other things."

She pauses for a moment, her voice trembling slightly. "I was constantly living in fear that someone would harm me if I didn't do what they wanted."

A single tear escapes, sliding down her cheek. "But now, the fear is gone. Now, I feel free. I survived, and everything is okay."

Johanna gently kisses her on the forehead. "What will you do now?"

Lisa remains silent for a while, lost in thought. Finally, she responds, "I think I'll try to win my fiancé back."

"That sounds lovely. Let me know if you need any help--I'm here for you," Johanna offers warmly.

"Thank you," Lisa replies, her voice soft with gratitude. "But first, I need to recover. And I want you to know that I'll always be devoted to you. If you ever need anything, I'm at your service."

Johanna waves her hand dismissively. "You don't have to do that anymore."

"But I want to," Lisa insists. "You don't have to take me up on it, but the offer stands."

Johanna points to Lisa's feet. "Do they still hurt?"

"Oh, just a little. I just can't walk," Lisa says, chuckling.

Michael then enters the room, wrapping his arms around both women in a comforting embrace. Lisa struggles to stand, her body still weak. Michael gently examines her hands, feet, and the other visible injuries, his expression soft and free of any judgment or anger.

"Come on, let's get a doctor to take a look at your wounds," he says, his voice calm and reassuring.

With tender care, he lifts Lisa into his arms and carries her out of the room.

Later, Michael returns to Johanna. His face is filled with pride as he says, "I knew you would succeed with Lisa. I'm so proud of you."

Johanna exhales in relief. "I'm glad it brought her some peace. There were moments when I really worried that I might accidentally kill her. But now, I think I can trust myself a little more. Do you think I went too far? The session with Lisa was pretty brutal."

Michael shakes his head and gently kisses her on the forehead.

After a brief pause, he continues, "I believe you're ready now."

"Ready for what?"

"It's time for you to get to know yourself."

"What do you mean by that?"

But Michael doesn't elaborate. He simply says, "Come with me."

He leads her to the basement of the villa.

"Are we going back to the Roman Bath?" Johanna asks, her curiosity piqued.

"So many questions. No, not this time. There's a place even deeper. The bath was built over a natural cave, beneath the villa."

Johanna's eyes light up mischievously. "Oh my God, do you have your own Batcave? How cool is that? Are we going to take the Batmobile for a spin?"

She tugs playfully at his arm. "Please, please, let's drive the Batmobile!"

Michael grins.

They pass the entrance to the ancient bath. Michael instructs Johanna to leave her clothes there. Once she has undressed, he takes an old lantern from a small cupboard, lights it, and hands it to her. Then, he unlocks a heavy fireproof door.

"From here on, you have to venture into the

Batcave

alone. This is something you must face by yourself."

He nudges Johanna towards the door, but she hesitates, pushing back.

"Wait, hold on! What's waiting for me in there? What am I supposed to do?"

"That's the point--to discover what you will do. Now go!"

He gently pushes Johanna through the door and closes it behind her, locking her in. Great, Johanna thinks, this isn't creepy at all. I should definitely save my progress here. You could slip and die just on these stairs. And who knows what kind of chthonic creatures are waiting for me down there, and I didn't even bring any chocolate bars to appease them.

She begins to descend the staircase. It leads into a natural cave, partially enhanced and straightened with stone walls. The steps are partly carved from the rock itself, partly made from large stone blocks. The construction style is unlike anything she's ever seen--the massive stone blocks fit together perfectly, with razor-thin seams and no mortar. Carefully, she continues down the slightly damp steps.

The staircase takes her deep underground, much deeper than she would have thought possible. The air is filled with the scent of moss. When she finally reaches the bottom, the lantern reveals a vast stalactite cave. Beside the base of the stairs is an underground lake. The lantern's light isn't strong enough to reveal the bottom, leaving the water in an inky darkness.

Most of the cave remains in its natural state, but a section near the stairs has been artificially constructed. The floor is flat and made from the same massive stone blocks. Above it is a dome supported by columns. It probably once displayed a relief or mosaic, but only a few fragments remain. In the center of the floor is a large, carved basalt block, its base leads into the ground. The sides are covered in reliefs depicting non-human creatures in various acts of copulation.

Johanna sets down the lantern. Its light isn't very strong, and the cave around her fades into darkness. She sits on the basalt block, looking around. Surprisingly, the block is pleasantly warm. What exactly is she supposed to do here? The place is impressive, but why exactly is she here?

Suddenly, Johanna notices a shadow moving. She hears footsteps. Breathing. Someone or something is here with her. She knows she should be afraid, but the fear doesn't come. Odd. Well, then.

She lies back on the large basalt block. The stone feels pleasantly warm, its hardness somehow comforting, almost invitingly comfortable. She reflects on the past weeks, her hands wandering to her breasts, caressing them. Her hand then slides down to her slit, slowly massaging the moisture there.

She senses something climbing onto the block, at first intangible like a wisp of smoke wafting over her. She continues to rub her slit, moaning softly. For a moment, her eyes are closed. She knows someone is kneeling between her legs, leaning over her. She hears a voice, a familiar female voice, "I see you've started without me. That's not very polite. Are we being a naughty girl?"

She opens her eyes to see herself. Another Johanna. They lock eyes, both with radiant green eyes. Or is this Johanna, and she herself is something else?

This other Johanna has small, twisted horns on her head. Cute. And pointed ears. Also cute. Her eyes have vertical pupils, like a cat's.

The other Johanna crawls over her, lithe like a lover, their breasts touching, sending a gentle electric shock between them, an indescribable sensation. She grins, and Johanna is startled. A predator's smile, with long canines and sharp teeth.

She presses her predatory mouth onto Johanna's and kisses her. Johanna can't help but kiss back. The feeling is incredible, sweet and soft, she melts into this kiss, could continue for an eternity. Johanna's hands gently run through Johanna's hair, scratching her scalp affectionately. Their breasts rub softly against each other. She whispers, „You are so beautiful."

Johanna kisses her breasts, her tongue playing with the nipples, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips.

"Yes, ah, keep going."

Johanna breathes into her ear, kisses her neck. Then she opens her predatory mouth wide, her long tongue licking over her lips. She presses her sharp canines against Johanna's neck, teasing with the threat of a bite. Johanna moans louder. She kisses her breasts again, her tongue trailing down her stomach. Then, with deliberate slowness, she sinks her long, pointed teeth into her neck. The pain is minimal, yet exquisitely pleasurable.

Her body arches, pushing into an almost unnatural arch. She's on the brink of climax from the sensation alone. She feels the blood slowly trickling out. For a moment, she wants to surrender to the sweet, delicious pain, to lose herself completely in this bloody bite. But then she grabs Johanna by the horns and flips her onto her back, straddling her. Johanna licks her blood-stained lips.

"Enjoy this moment with me," she says.

Her hand reaches for Johanna's pussy, fingers delving into the dripping wet slit. They start to pleasure each other, hands working in tandem, rubbing each other's clits gently. They kiss again, the taste of blood mingling with their passion.

One slides fingers into the other's love canal, reciprocated in kind. They gaze into each other's eyes, admiring the beautiful face, those radiant green eyes, that perfect body, as they finger each other, lost in mutual ecstasy.

Johanna withdraws her fingers from the slit, crawling down her body. She licks every inch of her skin. The pointed teeth flash a grin at her, then she begins to lap at her pussy. Johanna arches her back into a bow. She feels an orgasm approaching.

"Let it happen. You will enjoy it, surrender to it."

She opens her predatory mouth once more, lowering her sharp teeth into Johanna's vulva. An overwhelming wave of pleasure courses through her. Johanna is on the verge of giving in, but once again, she gathers her resolve.

She throws the other Johanna onto her back again, positioning herself between her legs, propping up her upper body, and staring intensely into her eyes, "I will show you who's in charge here.

You

will now surrender to pleasure."

The horned Johanna looks back defiantly, writhing beneath her, pushing her mound upwards in challenge.

Johanna focuses. She's not exactly sure on what, it's an ancient instinct, escaping from a locked part of her mind.

She kneels before the other Johanna, focusing on her vulva, on her vagina. She feels an incredible tingling, an immense power in her lower abdomen, a throbbing pain, as if a sealed energy is escaping. Slowly, an acorn-shaped head begins to emerge from her opening. She pushes out a beautiful, large penis from her slit, like a seedling slowly stretching towards the sun from the earth.

Fascinated and shocked, she watches her own sex, barely able to believe what she sees. Then she looks back at the other Johanna, who watches the spectacle with equal astonishment.

"Now, you're going to experience something."

She grabs the horned Johanna by the hips, positions herself, and slides her brand new, rigid cock into her pussy. Johanna tries to push her away with her hand at first, but as soon as the cock enters her, she leans back with a loud moan, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

She begins to fuck Johanna vigorously. She's fascinated by the sensation between her legs. How it feels to have a penis. It's so--different. Yet at the same time, it feels as if she's always known this sensation; it's new yet eerily familiar.

She thrusts the full length of her new, large cock into her. She bends over her, grabs her arms, and pins them to the basalt block. Johanna writhes beneath her as she works her love tunnel intensely. She squirms and moans until she quivers in her first climax. Johanna can feel the orgasm herself, as if they're sharing the climax, like a single organism.

Johanna pulls out her still rock-hard cock.

"You think that was all? We haven't even properly started."

She turns Horned-Johanna around onto all fours and kneels behind her, one leg propped up. She holds her by the hips and positions her cock at Johanna's anus.

"So, ready?"

"Oh God!"

Then Johanna slowly pushes her new cock into the other's ass. She inhales sharply and moans. Johanna grabs her hair, pulling her head back by her hair, and starts to fuck her ass. She grabs onto the horns, holding the other Johanna by her horns, squatting behind her, and thrusts her cock into her anus again and again.

She reaches around her hip and rubs her wet slit while she fucks her in the ass. She channels all her anger, all her fury into fucking the other Johanna. She continues until a second orgasm washes over Johanna. She experiences this climax too, not coming herself, but feeling the orgasm as if it were her own.

She lies on her back and commands, "Now, you will ride me. Sit on me."

The other Johanna obeys, straddling her, sitting on her cock, and begins to ride up and down. She picks up speed, her cries of pleasure growing louder.

Johanna sits up, holding Johanna in her lap. They wrap their arms around each other, kissing deeply, their tongues playing with each other, dancing an ancient dance in their mouths. The horned Johanna sits in her lap, sliding up and down on her cock as they kiss passionately, their bodies pressed tightly together. Blood trickles down their chins.

An orgasm approaches, sweeping over both of them. They scream out their ecstasy. It feels unlike anything she's ever experienced in her life. She starts to ejaculate inside Johanna, and at the same time, she can feel something spurting into her. Their bodies tremble in their shared orgasm for minutes.

Both lean back, drenched in sweat and exhausted as if after a marathon.

Johanna reaches between her counterpart's legs into her vagina and pulls out a large amount of the semen, tasting it. It doesn't taste like semen at all; it's sweet and intoxicating. She thinks: this must be the legendary nectar the gods drank on Olympus. This must be what the Soma tastes like.

She takes more of her cum and feeds it to the other Johanna, who eagerly licks and swallows it from her hand. She continues until no more juice can be found. Meanwhile, her surreal penis shrinks back and disappears into her vagina. She feels around, inserting her fingers into her canal, but there's nothing left.

The horned Johanna looks at her, completely intoxicated by her essence, "You have won. I submit to you. I humbly ask to be allowed to become a part of you."

She speaks with a firm voice, and Johanna knows she means it sincerely and honestly. She embraces the other Johanna and kisses her on the mouth. This Johanna turns into smoke, and Johanna inhales her, not through her mouth but through her vagina, drawing the smoke into her pleasure cave. She feels her inside, feels how she becomes a part of her, spreading throughout her body.

She lies there on the ancient altar for a while until she finally rises, overwhelmed with joy, and climbs the steps.

At the top, Michael greets her. She nestles into his arms, and he holds her for a long time. A few tears roll down her face.

"Now everything makes sense. We've come together."

Michael gently strokes her hair. He carries her to the conservatory, where she lies in the pool, basking in the sun. Late in the evening, she makes her way to Michael's room. She hasn't dressed since the cave, walking through the house naked.

She sneaks in, crawls under his blanket, and snuggles up to him. He pulls her close and kisses her softly, deeply, and for a long time. Then she rests her head on his chest.

"Did you know all along what I am, who is inside me?"

"More or less. The details aren't always clear right from the start."

"From the start? You saw it in the Nachtsplitter, on the evening when the Bellegardes were there, right?"

"Yes, it was immediately obvious. You looked lost, unable to find yourself, wandering through the night."

She gives him another kiss. "Thank you for finding me. And you? You're not like me, you're something else, yes?"

"Yes."

"And what?"

"You'll learn to see it for yourself. That's much more valuable than if I give you a lecture now."

"Oh, come on! Are we rare?"

"Questions upon questions. But that's probably inevitable. Yes, we are rare."

Johanna has a thousand more questions, but it's okay like this. The questions in her mind are no longer tormenting or urgent; they wait patiently, take a number, and sit down. Content, she falls asleep on Michael's chest.

When she wakes up the next morning, in a half-sleep state, she has a silent dialogue with the other Johanna. They want to explore what they can do with their new power. Johanna knows immediately what her first mission will be.

== To Visit an old Friend ==

It's late at night. Johanna sneaks through the hallway of the dilapidated apartment building. She is naked, but no one sees her. She merges with the shadows, her body becoming like liquid darkness.

A hungry specter flowing up the staircase.

Here: Apartment 4B. She simply flows under the door. She hadn't even suspected such a thing was possible, but now she's inside the apartment. Still, she's not entirely sure she isn't imagining all this. All the same.

The apartment is cluttered, smelling stale. How glad Johanna is not to have ended up here. She looks around. The man is in the bedroom, a woman in the living room, bathed in the flicker of the television, the scent of her last joint still lingering in the air. Johanna has no idea who the woman is, but she knows she won't be here much longer.

Johanna turns off the TV. The woman fumbles in the dark for the remote. Johanna sits on her, her eyes glowing a luminous green in the dark. The young woman freezes in fear, paralyzed like prey caught in a predator's gaze.

Johanna sniffs her, leans forward, and licks her neck. She tastes of fear. She bites into her neck, her long canines piercing the woman's flesh. The blood doesn't taste particularly good.

Johanna releases the bite. The skin seals itself behind her teeth. She grabs the woman with her left hand between her legs, with her right around her throat, squeezing.

She whispers, "You're leaving now. You will never come back. You will never see him again."

The woman's heart pounds, her breath heavy. As soon as Johanna gets off her, she grabs her bag and flees from the apartment. Johanna smiles in the darkness, licking her blood-stained lips.

Now for the young man. In the hallway, there's a tall mirror. She examines herself. The beautiful, twisted horns. The glowing green eyes. The long fingernails, almost like claws. She smiles at her reflection.

She proceeds to the bedroom. He's already asleep. Perfect. She creeps to the bed, gently pulls the blanket aside, and slides onto the bed. She positions herself atop the man, slowly moving her lower body, rubbing against his penis which eagerly grows.

His head moves, he mumbles something unintelligible, but continues to sleep. She reaches between her legs and guides his rod into her cavern. Slowly, she begins to ride him, cautiously.

Johanna feels electrified. With increasing fervor, she moves her hips. There's a hunger within her, a hunger long unsatisfied. A hunger in her vagina. Her vagina sucks, absorbs something. It takes in his life force, distributing it throughout her body. An insane sensation.

The man starts to sweat profusely, tossing his head from side to side. Her claws dig into his chest. His hands try to grasp her, but Johanna holds him down effortlessly. She continues to ride him, absorbing his life force.

"Wake up."

He snaps his eyes open, looking at her with horror.

"Hello, Björn. Did you miss me? We never really had a proper closure. Didn't you tell me you wanted me forever? Or did I just imagine that?"

He recognizes her. He stammers, "You ... what ..."

A pained moan escapes his lips.

"La ... Janine?"

Johanna hisses at him angrily; he doesn't even remember her name. He's paralyzed, caught in the same terror as the woman. She kisses him, bites into his lips, tasting his blood.