Dark pine trees labored by under wind and rain. Around the twisting road a dinner's lights flickered like a neon island struggling to stay above stormy dark waves. Large parking lot, few cars.
Hunched men looming quietly over coffee and overcooked eggs, illuminated by their phones, coldly quiet. Alone together with the noise of lashing rain and wind against dinner's castle windows.
Tired waitress finishes her shift, Lilly. Elbows on counter, eyes closed, fingers rubbing temples, long day. Deep breath, shouted good byes.
"Goodbye"
"No, I can't sorry I have prom."
"Next weekend sure"
"I will, you too."
Practiced hands take apron off and grab rain coat. With tired anticipation she walks to the door.
"Where you going darling? It's raining out, can I give you a lift?"
Startled at the broken silence of mutually unwanted conversation Lilly looked at the hunched shape now staring at her. Unkempt beard, purple circles under hungry yellowed eyes, a crooked smile broke his face showing equally yellow teeth. Something about him scared her more than the storm outside.
"I, uh, I'm okay." Twisting away, walking quickly to the door she pulled the hood of her raincoat up and clutched the thick material around her.
Shaky hands touched cold door handle, shoulder to door forced the storm back as she stepped outside. Release, slam shut. Howling winds replaced kitchen frying, tv news anchor's cheerful indignation and trucker's rejected grumblings.
Lilly took a second to let the fresh rain wash away her shift's fatigue. Small breath. Then as she grew more cold than tired she turned and walked to her bicycle. She felt comfort holding the handlebars. A gift from her father, a friend that had carried her safely home many times.
With a practiced grace she pushed off from standing and used the forward momentum to swing her other leg across the bike. Already head down and peddling before she settled into the seat.
Biting rain forced her face down but her body carried her around each corner, leaning into familiar turns.
Her thoughts wandered. Hungry, prom, that guy in the dinner, Mark and would he kiss her, what would happen next? With a small giggle she pushed those thoughts away, time to focus. Pushing harder at the pedals Lilly sped up, not long now. Scrunching her eyes against the rain she looked up, almost home.
But those yellow eyes still haunted her. Wait, not eyes, headlights! Shit, Fuck! Wet breaks, skidding, crashing impact, pain.... wetness, water ran over her naked body.
Or she ran with the water, for she was one of many. The river was full of flowing helpless people. Who were they? What were their names? But it was unimportant for they didn't need names anymore. They were all done with that now. All there was to do was flow with the river. The river and the Boat-man.
Him, one jagged shape that cut a path against the rivers flow. Hands and mournful cries would reach out to him but his eyes never looked down. The girl who was once alive and excited for girlish things felt a need to reach out to the man. To grab onto something that could bring her back to all that had meant so much to her.
Memories already washing away by the river and the bodies pressed against her as they flowed downstream.
She did not know how long she drifted for. At times breaking the surface, at times covered by black waters and the other dead. She did not know where she was going. She didn't care to know, it was Lilly who had known things, and she was no longer her, so now she knew less and less.
Drifting, time passed as mournful turned into numb. And then something. A bright spark of pain. Something had come to bite her, what was it? A hook, yes she knew this. Like her uncle had made when fly fishing, what was an uncle? Ahhh the pain shot through her body like the breaking of a frozen lake. But she held it.
Clung to this burning as it woke her up. Then it pulled at her and she rose. As her body started to break the rivers current bodies around her turned. Pale faces looked on blankly but those who had yet to lose them selves showed desperation, jealousy, anger, hope. Cold arms reached out for her.
Lilly started to scream and kick. Fingers wrapped around her arms, her legs garbing clawing, hook pulling, ripping. Then screaming, she broke the rivers surface and flew. Through jagged breaths she saw the Boats-man turn to her, his yellow eyes startled.
... then, hardness. Spluttering she reached out and fumbled against it. Rough to touch, pressed against naked skin. Wood, wooden floors. Shocking realization startled her closed eyes open. She was right, glancing around, dark room, wooden floors, dust and around her a ring of candles.
She was out of the river, crying, laughing she hugged herself as droplets of water traced their way down collar bone and over her breast.
"Why art thou wet?" Broken silence, Lilly screamed and turned, the unfamiliar sensation of a heart beat raced in her chest. There beyond the circle of candles and chalk drawn symbols was a boy. Similar to her own age but different in every way. He seemed to be dressed like he was going to a Halloween party or school play.
"Where am I? WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?"
"Silence Demon, thou shalt obey me for I have summoned you."
"Demon?! What the-"
"Silence!" Lily blinked at the boy. Who the fuck is this kid? Why is he shouting at me. He stood with an air of untrained authority, chest in the air but breathing rapidly.
"I summoned thee so thou shalt obey mine commands and not trick me as to take me back with you to damnation. I have read the books, I know what I'm doing!" His voice broke a little at the end. His demeanor slipping, eyes darting.
It was too much. "I am not a demon!"
"Yes thou is."
"Shut up, no I'm not."
"Yes! that's why thou doth speak in a foreign way and " Coughing "why thou wears this body, it is to trick me but I shall remember I am thine master!"
"Body..?" She looked down. She shriek and jumped back covering herself. She was naked. She twisted one leg to up and had to use two hands to hug her breasts. Perched precariously she glared at this boy.
"YOU LITTLE PERVERT!"
"Silence! and -"
"Silence?! Silence? My fucking ass, get me some clothes before I call the police!"
Fear flashed across the boys eyes "Police, what are police?"
"....what?"... What's going on?
The boy brushed his hand through his hair and started pacing. "Demons? I hath caused mine own ruin? Stupid, dullard! No, the circle." He turned to her, face set in fragile determination. "Listen Demon, thou shalt not trick me nor call ruin upon me. We both know the power of the circle."
Pointing to the floor with a shaking finger.
Lilly looked down. "What?" She wobbled a bit, her legs ached, her whole body was cold. "Listen, hey, look just get me some clothes okay."
The boy coughed nervously. "I shant"
"Shant? What the fuck is shant?"
"I like thy choosing Succubi and... and I wish to look upon it. Thou shalt unveil thine self to me!" Voice cracking, face reddening the boy held her gaze for a second before sheepishly glancing at the floor.
Lilly didn't know unveil but she understood his intention ".....ewwwwww, you little perv...there's no fucking way!" She curled up tighter.
Indignation flashed across the boys eyes. "Demon! I...." With a huff he turned "the book.. AH here!"
Lilly started to back up, but her back hit something. She turned, nothing there but chalk and candles. She put her hands out and they hit some invisible wall. No, No, no. She beat against it. Tears started to well.
"Okay Demon."
Anger flared and then, as she turned, faltered.
"OMG W...T...F?"
The boy stood much as before but this time in his hands he held an old book... and he had removed his clothes. Lilly stared in shock. Bellow where she had full and plump breasts, bellow were her hips curved softly this boy had a cock. It was big and it looked angry.
"Well, don't stare. Thine false modesty makes me uncomfortable" Muttered the boy.
"what, the fuck, are you going to do with that?" Lilly pointed with a shaking hand.
The boy shifted nervously, his free hand bouncing around with uncertainty before settling into a false statesman like position on his hip.
"I shall quench it unpon you Demon, for this is mine command."
"Shall you fuck!"
The boy muttered, with narrowing eyes he turned to the book and started thumbing pages. "Negotiation, no. Compulsion... no. Punishment, ummm yes."
"What punishment?" Her voice nervous.
The boy turned to her. His face full of intent. He raised one hand to her and started talking in a language she didn't understand.
Lilly started pushing her body against that invisible wall. Nervous of the change in the boy. Then it reached her. Like a trickle at first. A heat. It stroked her skin. She rubbed her arms as if to ward of the weird sensation, whilst looking at the boy. His eyes held a grim confidence.
Then the heat started to build, she felt herself begin to sweat. It built and it focused. Her heart pounded as she absently rubbed her thighs together. Then the boy shouted and she fell to the floor. Writhing as she felt things she had never felt before. Clawing at her skin, her breasts, pinching her nipples, fingers diving between her legs. In a whimpering fetal position she pushed fingers inside herself, discovering new depths of her body as her pussy flooded her hand.
Then as suddenly as it started the feeling left. Slowly the world settled around her, she sat up and as she slid her fingers from inside her, she shudder. Awkwardly rubbing the wetness on her thigh.
"What was that? What did you fucking do to me?!"
Her eyes met the boy, his face full of curious wonder. "Oh gross eww." She curled up again as she saw his hand was gripping his dick.
"Si...Silence, Demon. Avail thine self to me again or I shall punish thy once more."
"Punish?"
The boy raised the book doubtfully, his eyes searching hers. Memories of pleasure flooded her again and she shivered.
