Hell Fire Fairies 

   Stacy was a girl who was just like any other; she had nice long light brown hair and grey eyes that were full of intelligence and life. She was a tall captivating lady with a full figure and ample assets, not too big. She caught the attention of a guy quite early on in her life. His name was Nigel; he was only two inches taller than her and of equal intelligence and creativity. He was an author, matching her career as an artist. Both were the best in their fields and had made considerable money from their endeavours. Neither was materialistic, both lived for one another and the simple joy of being together and unconditional love. For five years they had been couple and they were planning a pagan hand fasting wedding the next summer, it had to be right and just for them. Something very special to remember that day bringing them closer together, the start of the rest of their young lives joined as one. Both had the same tattoos on their left arms, a dark fairy with the words “Hell Fire Fairies” delicately inked on by their local tattooist.

   Stacy’s grey eyes sparkled when she greeted Nigel when she came home from teaching part time at the local college. Stacy smiled, holding Nigel’s gaze. She walked over and embraced her lover, kissing him slow and passionately on his lips. He didn’t mind this break in writing his new gothic horror story on the computer, a follow up to his two earlier best selling books. His hand found her waste pulling her closer towards him. Slowly he moved it down the back of her light weight summer skirt feeling her firm backside under the delicate expensive material. Onto her thighs, which were seductively visible in the bright daylight, an inviting outline. Quickly he ran his hand lower up to her lower legs and lifted the skirt like a spring breeze. He smiled and kissed his bride again, enjoying the timeless moment, bringing his hand up the smooth flawless flesh of her upper legs. He groaned in ecstasy, this was his most favourite place leading to somewhere even better but Nigel was a legs man first and foremost. And Stacy had superb legs; she moaned gently leaning on him as he caressed her legs in gentle circles, turning her on. For minutes he did this, she leaned into him kissing him and then she sat down on top of him on the computer chair. His hand remained where it was between her luscious legs. Getting comfy, she kissed her man deeply with tongues hers meeting his, exchanging spit as Nigel called it!

   No words had been spoken since she returned from teaching; none needed to be, love crossed all boundaries, especially unconditional love. And this is what this couple had in abundance. Both were very alternative, not just in their creative careers, being tattooed and into gothic/alternative music, they were pagans and absolutely worshipped nature and her environment, one hundred percent. Their passion for earth based matters was only exceeded by their love and commitment for one another. It was nice to know some things in their lives were permanent. She joked their love was more permanent than the tallest mountain, even nature would wear the same mountain down to grains of sand one day and then mounting building would start all over again. Their love would endure long after their mere mortal bodies had turned to dust. It was black and white, he loved her and she loved him, unconditionally. He knew this when his hand found her warm pussy; quickly flicking her white virgin panties aside he inserted two fingers up her beautiful erotic fanny revelling in the warmth and wetness of his lady.

   She squirmed and wriggled in absolute anticipation just loving it, eagerly ready for what would come, love making in the most special and intimate way. Slowly Nigel moved his fingers up and down Stacy’s pussy enjoying the feeling of her tightness though she was fully moist. The material of her panties was soaked, part of her skirt would be but that didn’t matter, soon she would be naked not needing any second skin to hide her beauty for they had no secrets or inhibitions. With his thumb he tickled her clit in a difficult action only few men could do accurately. She let out a huge groan and kissed him deeper. He matched her passion and turned her on even more bringing her up the path that led to the summit. Here she would orgasm in the most stunning display of enjoyment she knew possible – total heaven brought on by her pagan lover and soulmate Nigel.

   Those cool grey eyes were shut and her head moved in unison with his while they kissed. He briefly opened his green eyes to get a snap shot of his lady doing her thing, surrendering to him totally. He increased the pressure on her clit and watched the ecstatic expression on her face as he moved his thumb. Her hand moved to his black jeans and found his cock. It was bulging through the thick material. Nigel closed his eyes while she rubbed his dick. It wouldn’t be long till he spunked up in his pants and not the first time. His lady was close to orgasm now. She arced her back, pulled away and screamed. In rapid breaths she moaned in pleasure. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!”

   Wetness covered Nigel’s hand; his lady was so moist it was unreal. He brought her to orgasm, not letting up in his effort or technique; knowing just where to touch and what to do with his darling. Her cum cascaded over his hand, she nearly fell off his knee. Nigel hurriedly held onto her with his free hand and satisfied his woman.

   Stacy’s efforts to make him cum never stopped, she traced slow circles on his denim where his cock thrust through. A gradual wetness of pre-cum seeped through the fabric. His orgasm started rapidly catching Stacy’s, so they both came together. He held his breath, groaning and shouting her name when exotic eroticism overtook him like a rampaging storm tide, drowning everything else out of their world. She screamed and collapsed onto him, her hair hanging loose from her stormy orgasm. For a timeless moment they remained in each other’s arms, exhausted by a simple joint orgasm. Lovemaking would be later. Both would take their bodies on an unbelievable trip into sensory stimulation.

   In bed Stacy was totally naked with nothing except a single white satin sheet over her form like a veil over a gothic princess. She was a woman waiting for her knight to protect her from the evils of the world and bring bliss into her bedchamber. He walked into the room and stopped a metre from the bed, looking down at his lovely future pagan bride. She was really something. He wanted no one else only her. He belonged to this woman before him one hundred and ten percent. Nigel wore a simple red silk robe draped over his shoulders, hanging down to his ankles and open revealing his hard twitching cock, eight inches of throbbing gristle pumped full of blood to do his bidding. A smile and chuckle escaped his lady’s lips. She knew what was to come in the following minutes, absolute heaven.

   His jackhammer would pound her pussy into submission and bring a new chapter in their lovemaking and being together. He planned to say his pagan wedding vow to his lady while he made love to her. Would she say hers to him? Both had talked and agreed on this but kept their verse and words secret till the time was right, making love. Who would go first? Stacy because she was a lady or Nigel taking the initiative? Fate held the answers. He let his robe fall to the floor and stood totally naked before his woman.

   Her eyes took in his well-toned body and firm figure, almost athletic. She lingered on his cock, that powerhouse of muscle that brought so much happiness and feeling. All eight inches of it waiting to be used, she saw it twitch once. With one hand she beckoned him over to join her in their marriage bed, pagan man and wife together in idea. In their hearts they were already married and nothing could ever change that, nothing. He walked over to the bed and joined his lady, gently removing the single sheet that barely covered her and looked. Her body was like ivory and perfect in everyway. Yes, she had a vein on her right leg that was a slight imperfection but this added to her beauty, like her neurosis from her breakdown when she was eighteen, half her life ago now. She would never be right but was perfect in his eyes, a lovely gothic artist of amazing skill.

   Nigel’s cock twitched and he gently wanked himself to stimulate his senses, never taking her eyes off Stacy. She smiled and opened her legs so he could see her pussy. It was nicely shaved with pretty lips. Parting these with a finger and gently playing with herself to do her bit, Stacy showed she had no inhibitions. Her man wanked before her. They watched one another in a display of voyeurism. Nigel’s big cock throbbed and pulsed like a live thing when he wanked, quickly bringing himself to orgasm. He focused his gaze on her cunt, at her fingers probing into her most secret sacred place. She inserted two fingers inside to finger fuck herself and then concentrated on her clitoris, the special nub where all the nerves met bringing unreal pleasure. Her fingers played a steady rhythm on this area moving with her body, moaning and groaning coming up to her orgasm. It started to wash over her, invigorating her body with a feeling of lust and happiness. She screamed when she came, her eyes swam unfocused unable to keep her gaze on her lover, who came himself. Nigel’s spunk shot onto the bed sheets and her leg with violence, such was the power of his orgasm. His gasps filled the room. With cum dripping from his dick he leapt onto the bed and kissed his pagan bride to be, whispering, “I love you my Stacy! That was awesome to watch, it really was.”

   “I enjoyed watching you play with yourself, my dear. And I love you too my darling,” Stacy replied, kissing her man passionately like it was their last day on earth. Little did they know the trick fate would later play.

   Grasping his hard cock, Stacy put him inside her feeling his eight inch member enter its home; the snake was in its lair where it belonged. Gently he thrust up into her using his muscles to propel it all the way up her lush tight cunt. How it remained like this, when Stacy was in her mid thirties was a mystery. Was it because she was a goddess? She matched his rhythm, enjoying the feeling of having already cum and working towards that second even more powerful orgasm, what joy! Missionary style, they made love till Nigel tapped her leg and indicated he wanted Stace on top. He rolled off her and she positioned herself on top, guiding his wet missile into the launcher ready for love. She rocked back and forth. He held her hips when she found her speed and traced her toned muscles with his fingers, closing his eyes, thinking totally of Stacy. Remembering this moment forever. On and on they fucked, doing the oldest human act of enjoyment that there was. Both lovers groaned and moaned in unison, united by heir love and intimacy. Nigel was in a reverie when he spoke his pagan hymn wedding verse, struggling to focus because his orgasm was near:  

   “My pagan bride my Stacy, you’re the one for me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, only you. I want you to be my wife, please say yes. And when we’re together in the world of spirit I want us to be together forever, as pagan man and wife, hand fasted together from this moment on. You’re my rose quartz crystal so full of unconditional love, for our world and me. Do you take me as your husband my pagan bride?” 

  “Yes my pagan husband,” was Stacy’s reply. “Yes, I will be your pagan wife! So mote it be!”

   “Thank you my queen, my pagan bride. I love you my Stacy,” Nigel replied, almost a hostage of his orgasm and to his wife’s beauty. Now it was her turn to say her vows: 

   “Nigel my pagan husband, how I have loved you since the day we met. I will love you for the rest of our lives here on earth and in spirit. I want you to be my pagan husband to be with me through all of the hard times and good times. You accept me and my disability for what it is and for that I’m eternally grateful. Will you Nigel be my pagan husband? You’re my silver cloud and I love you to bits!” 

“Yes my wife, my pagan wife my answer is yes!” agreed Nigel. “Now we are together as one, nothing will ever part us, nothing my wife.” Now they were together in union, it only needed to be made official at the hand fasting ceremony in the near future by their pagan high priestess.

  Stacy came, the first of many orgasms, screaming and scratching Nigel’s chest with her fingernails drawing blood. This drove him wild and he doubled his effort thrusting up into her. She screamed and shrieked like a demon possessed her, the demon of love and orgasm filling her body with stunning desire and feeling. Her orgasm lessened and faded to a background sensation, his started slowly coming to him from the distant horizon like an old friend that gave the portent of a good time, the lovemaking of his woman. He gasped and breathed heavily such was his exertion, sweat covered his face and he smiled – Nigel was in heaven. When he spunked up into his woman it took him by surprise, boom! His cum shot up Stacy and she screamed in delight, startling her lover who grinned like an idiot as his orgasm whooshed through him. This was good fun! What a shame it was over so fast but not before she had another two orgasms, a good result. Her staying power was excellent. No other woman was like Stacy; maybe it was what happened to her all those years ago when the chemistry of her brain had changed forever. One benefit was that she was a nymphomaniac! 

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   Later in the evening the couple went out for a bottle of wine and a takeaway to chill in their evening. Stacy wore a nice blue dress and a light jacket; Nigel had his trusted leather bike jacket and black jeans on for the ten-minute walk to the local shops. Neither knew they were being followed by three young teenagers’ intent on trouble. The dark evening hid the equally darkly dressed kids. It also hid the gothic couple.  The lads spotted them leave their house and planned their assault. Not in the darkness but under the street lamps near the shops, not caring who saw them. Each punch and kick would be on target in the light. They watched the couple like a hawk watching a mouse and increased their speed, bearing down on the duo. The tall leader of the lads called the girl a name, a sentence of insults and swears words. Her boyfriend heard these and ignored the lads, putting his arm around his wife. When the first punch came he wasn’t expecting it and Nigel shouted in surprise, turning round to meet his attacker. He was just in time for a single left in the face, knocking the daylights out of him and sending Nigel to the floor. Stacy screamed and started to run but the two smaller lads were on her before she got two yards. They kicked out and tripped her up. She fell to the ground ripping her dress and cutting her knees. Nigel tried to get up but a well aimed series of kicks pinned him down. The leader used his dirty skilled street fighting skills, mercilessly kicking the bigger man in the chest to wind him and cracking his ribs, wearing him down so he wouldn’t resist. Nigel attempted to kick back and bring the youth down but his kick missed and only made things worse. The leader booted the gothic guy in the head like you would a football. A horrible sound of sports trainer on bone echoed down the street. Stacy saw this and screamed, “Nigel! Nigel! Oh you bastards! Leave him alone, leave him alone! Somebody please help! Help us!”

   Her screams for help went unanswered. The two sixteen year olds dragged the tall lady down an alleyway next to the shops so they could rape her. They weren’t bothered that their mothers were the same age or that it was wrong, the lads behaved like feral animals ruling the streets in broken Britain. One of the guys shoved the woman onto the dirty paving stones while his accomplice lifted her dress up past her knees, revealing nice bare legs and cuts that bled slightly. He took up position between her legs and got his small cock out, already hard for the rape that was coming. The girl screamed and tried to get up. The other black clothed chav teenager slapped her twice to make her quiet, he was ready to punch her and break her face if she struggled anymore. She tried to move but the wall stopped her and the other boy pinned her down, his mate ripped Stacy’s panties off and felt her shaved cunt. Even now it was wet with the violence of the sex attack, having an affect on her body at its most animalistic level. She stopped struggling and waited what was to come, her mind collapsed as it did eighteen years before when the first rape had occurred by her so called best friend. In her mind she was back in his flat again and losing her innocence forever.

   On the street the tall lad was kicking Nigel to death, a man over twice the thug’s age and size, beaten senseless and now dying, hovering in unconsciousness. One final kick and Nigel was out cold, stopping breathing. He started to die. If medical aid wasn’t given immediately a murder would occur. The youth rifled through Nigel’s pockets, finding the ten pounds for the wine and some spare change and a cheap mobile phone. He pocketed these and dragged Nigel into the alleyway where his two pals was raping the man’s wife.

   Muffled sounds of sex came from the dark alley. The first youth was fucking the Goth girl and loving raping her. He slapped her and scratched her face, defacing her lovely pale looks. He didn’t last long such was his arousal, he spunked up his victim and wiped his cock on her dress then moved aside so his friend could take his turn. Undoing his tracksuit the boy was ready, his mate changed places so the girl couldn’t escape and to keep an eye out. Slipping his cock up Stacy, the teen grunted as he thrust raggedly away on her wet sperm filled pussy.

   The leader was homosexual so he fucked the corpse he had just produced. What had once been a fit man in his 30s was now a body. He wasn’t bothered the pretty lady being raped; no, he took the dead man’s trousers down and buggered the body. The murderous teens weren’t alone. While this was going on a crowd gathered at the alleyway to watch the macabre scene, someone muttered that the Devil was at work and walking the streets. Another person called the cops and ambulance before the single youth on guard chased the snoopers off so his friends could finish their crime in peace.

   Distant sirens echoed over the rooftops. Finished the three youths ran off and left two bodies on the floor. Nigel and his disabled soon to be pagan bride were dead, murdered by three feral teenagers who showed no mercy. The cops arrived too late as did the ambulance; all they found was two brutally beaten warm bodies. The crime scene was cordoned off and the search went on for any witnesses. Those found were very hesitant on doing statements, in case they were targeted next. All knew who the youths were but this went both ways. Criminals ruled the streets. And so died a gothic couple called Nigel and Stacy, shocking the community. Why did two harmless alternative people have to die for no reason?

*** 

   Weeks after the joint funeral, three youths had been brought in for questioning. Four witnesses declined to testify against the youths for fear of reprisals. It was only due to blurry CCTV film footage of the assault that charges were brought, not for murder but manslaughter and rape. Sentences were duly handed out and people, especially the couple’s relatives, thought it was a travesty of justice and that the culprits would be free in a few years, unrepentant to kill and mug again.

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   Strange lights were seen in the incident area, what was it? Was it ghostly spirits, trapped and earthbound, unable to leave the horrific area where they had been brutally murdered? No one knew something odd was happening when people reported a feeling of coldness on the street near the shops and alleyway. Nobody believed in ghosts but a rumour was slowly going around. These ghosts would have their revenge, no matter how long it took…