Three Years Ago...
A bonfire blazed at the center of the celebration. The women dressed head to toe in white danced around the fire while the men, also dressed in white played the drums and sat at the edge of the circle. Food was eaten, liquor drank, and spirits called to bless the ritual. There were sacrifices of rum, tobacco, bread, sweets, toys, and other assorted foods brought to a makeshift altar at the head of the fire around a throne. Calvin sat on the throne watching over the ceremony. His eyes glazed over from weed and drink while his head and heart swooned from the heat of the fire and the intensity of the ritual. He could feel the electricity crackling through the air and felt his hard on raging against his white linen pants. He was watching her, Fabiola, as she danced around the bonfire. Her movements were wild and sensual as she swayed and moved around the fire. Her loose blouse had mostly fallen down revealing her glistening dark flesh reflecting the fire light. The vast array of necklaces covered some of her but did nothing to hide flashes of nipple as they rose and fell around her neck in rhythm with the drum beat.
They called it Chevalier, it was the act of being ridden by the Lwa, the spirits. Fabiola could feel the spirit inside of her riding her like a horse. She was at once in control and also completely out of control. The Lwa, Erzulie Freda the spirit of sexuality and erotic love, was inside her making her pout and prim in front of the men and the women. She picked up a large black rooster that was trying to avoid the dancing women. The rooster was pitch black from his comb to his feet. Fabiola expertly grabbed the chicken by his neck then snatched his feet as she continued the dance with the bird. She rubbed the bird's body against the other dancers, the musicians, and the other celebrants. They all lined up for the blessing.
Her eyes settled on Calvin in his throne, he watched her just as she watched him. Their eyes locked onto each other. Freda wanted something sweet so she moved towards the powerful man with his chest covered in flowers and bead and his head adorned with oils and herbs for the ceremony. A chalky white line was at the center of his forehead and from it she could see where his head was turned. Not that she had any reason to suspect he was not interested. She was possessed by Freda after all and she got what she wanted. She laid the chicken against his chest and brushed it up his chest and arms before holding it out away from her. One of the other dancers diligently took the rooster from her and scurried off to continue the blessing with other celebrants.
The drums beat harder as she knelt before Calvin looking up at him like a peasant looking at a king. Erzulie Freda was no peasant, she was his better, but she knew men liked their women supplicating so she played her part. The ceremony was in his honor and was designed to give him prosperity and success. He had an air of royalty to him, like he knew a secret that set him apart form the masses. Every movement and gesture he made seemed to be carefully orchestrated to show masculinity and control.
Fabiola was little more than a passenger in her own body, but she was in agreement with her rider. She dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled at his linen pants. His organ sprang free and bobbed in front of her only partially lit by the fire. She let her fingers play with the silky flesh of the underside. To Calvin she looked like a young woman just seeing a cock for the first time. The beat rose again and with it so did Fabiola's desire. She kissed it at its base and then let her tongue slide out and wrap around its girth. She wanted to pull away, but the Lwa in her head kept her to the task at hand. She looked up at him and felt herself flush with desire. Her worry was not his enjoyment (that was never in question), but her prowess. She had lovers of course, but none with the swagger of the man seated in front of her and she concerned herself with his opinion. She didn't need to worry from the look on his face Freda was pushing all the right buttons. Calvin's rigid spear reminded Freda of her first night with Damballa and she let out a moan.
Calvin wanted to talk, wanted to say dirty things to the woman on her knees, but he didn't dare. Freda had a reputation as a spiteful woman if angered. She chose to give him pleasure and it was his duty to let her give it to him without words. He gasped as she rose up like a cobra and swallowed him. Her hand had hiked up her skirt and she let her fingers explore the folds in her sex. She was gasping with desire as she bobbed her head on his lap. Quiet gurgling sounds escaped from the seal she formed. Calvin's eyes rolled back and it took all his strength not to explode into her eager mouth. He white-knuckled the arms of the chair as the beat kept rising.
Freda wasn't satisfied with her fingers and let the cock out of her mouth with a pop as she rose above him. Her skirt was cinched in her hands revealing her clean wet pussy. Calvin smiled and licked his lips as he looked at her sex. She pushed him back on his chair as she straddled his lap. "Find me," was all she said.
Calvin fed himself into her warm slit as she stared into his eyes. He could feel himself getting lost in her predatory gaze. She shifted her hips on him to find her favorite angle before letting him fill her completely. His fingers kneaded her smooth flesh as she rose and fell onto him. It felt like she was milking him as she fucked him. She pulled her blouse off and flung it to parts unknown leaving her topless apart from the beads which moved like a living thing around her chest. Somewhere along the way the drums stopped and the only sound he could hear was the soft whimpering of Fabiola on his lap.
Calvin thought of the first time he saw Fabiola. She read his cards in a sunlit parlor sipping on sweet tea and whiskey. Her smile was infectious and her movements elegant. He remembered thinking, this is how women are supposed to move. He decided she would be his while her hands clutched at his clavicles. Her body shook as her orgasm crested, she turned her head away from him and pressed her palms into his chest as she kept rocking on him. The sensations assaulting her senses were beyond overwhelming and she flung backward with him still inside. Her head almost touched the ground behind her as he held onto her and continued jackhammering into her. Her pulled her back upright and their foreheads touched as they moved together. Time distorted and the minutes felt like hours and hours melted away like they were seconds.
The ritual continued around them as another celebrant found themselves with an insatiable thirst for spice and rum. Their Chevalier took attention from the couple fucking at the center of the ceremony as the Manbo sang and other celebrants tended to the newest Lwa to appear. The Manbo moved around the fire to Calvin and Fabiola and prayed in front of them in a gruff old voice. They didn't stop enjoying each other's bodies. Instead they became more feverish in their intensity. Fabiola could hear the Manbo's voice and wanted to stop, felt like she should stop for the Manbo. Freda had other ideas and stepped off from him before pivoting towards the fire and settling back on to him. He grabbed at her waist and one of her apple sized titties. Somewhere thunder cracked in the sky as the ritual reached its end. The Manbo called the ritual over and successful.
That didn't stop them from their ecstasy as they continued. Near dawn there was still movement around them though the music and dancing had stopped. The dwindling celebrants happily ignored the couple as they enjoyed their own vices and virtues.
Fabiola still felt Erzulie Freda inside her, but her presence receded and she was left with her own mind. She looked back at Calvin, "Hello again," she smiled and reset herself to look at him better.
"You remember me?" He asked as he took her hand in his and kissed her fingers.
She nodded, "I do, I knew the ritual was for you so I insisted on coming."
"I want you with me."
"What do you mean?"
"Like a partner, I need your guidance where I'm going."
"I'm not a Manbo, I'm nobody."
"That's not true, you're my Pretes."
"What do I have to do?"
He kissed her and shifted around, the fire was dying down, but there was still enough light to see Calvin grabbing something from a bag. When he returned he knelt above her. "Come on," he beckoned her up.
Fabiola laughed and sat up on her knees mirroring him. He held out a little pink pill in his hand for her. "What is this?"
"Call it communion, this is the Truth."
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Present...
The window shattered and Tom dove out into the night. Fabiola's mind was still reeling from the strange sex and her chest felt tight from the absence of Tom. Behind her Calvin whispered something to Devon. Fabiola couldn't make out what he said accept that it was spoken in Kreyol. She was alone with him and felt his gaze on her as she watched the river. She wanted to be mad, but it was her own hubris that damned her. She stood at the freshly shattered window and watched as Calvin's private security dragged Tom into the house. "This ain't working out," Calvin's voice boomed behind her. The sudden break from the silence startled her. She could smell his cologne and knew exactly where he was.
She cast a glance back at him and dropped her head as she considered what would happen next. "You wouldn't consider giving him to me, would you?"
