Hell Fire Fairies
by Jimmy Boom Semtex
ISBN: 978-1-291-75099-7
Copyright 2014 Jimmy Boom
Semtex. All rights reserved.
No part of this book can be
reproduced except a single paragraph for reviewing purposes. Credit Jimmy Boom
Semtex as author.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, anyplace, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The
characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously.
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. A tall captivating lady with
a full figure and ample assets.
She
caught the attention of a guy quite early on in her life. His name was Nigel;
he was only two inches taller 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 together and were planning a pagan hand fasting
wedding next summer. It had to be right and just for them. Something very
special to remember, bringing them closer together. The start of the rest of
their young lives as a couple, 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
eyes sparkled and greeted Nigel when she came home from teaching part time at
the local college. She 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 bestselling 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 in an inviting outline. Quickly he ran his hand to her
lower legs and lifted the skirt like a spring breeze. Nigel smiled and kissed
his bride again enjoying the timeless moment. His hand travelled up the smooth
flawless flesh of her upper legs. He groaned in ecstasy, it was his favourite
place and led to somewhere exotic.
Nigel
was a legs man first. 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 leant into him, kissing and fondling. Moving she sat 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. A meeting of tongues;
exchanging spit as Nigel called it!
No
words had been spoken since she returned from teaching; none needed to be, unconditional
love crossed all boundaries. 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 only exceeded by their love and commitment for one another. It was nice
to know some things in their lives were permanent.
Stacy
joked their love was more permanent than the tallest mountain. Nature would
wear the same mountain down to grains of sand one day and mounting building
would start all over again. Their love would endure long after their 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 tightness
though she was 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. They had no secrets or inhibitions.
With
his thumb he tickled her clit in a difficult action 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. Minutes passed. He briefly opened his green eyes, getting 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 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 1st time. His lady was close to orgasm. She
arced her back and pulled away from kissing, letting out a huge scream and
rapidly breathing, moaning 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 to 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 his
world.
Stacy
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. Later would come the real lovemaking. Both would take their
bodies on an unbelievable trip into sensory stimulation.
---
In
bed Stacy was totally naked except for a single white satin sheet over her
form, a veil over a gothic princess. She was ‘that’ 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. Nigel wanted no one else,
only her. He belonged to this woman before him one hundred and ten percent. His
attire was 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, bringing 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 each kept their
verse and words secret till the time was right, making love. Who would go
first? Her because she was a lady or him due to him 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 their hearts they were already married and nothing could ever
change that. Nothing. He walked over and joined his lady, gently removing the
single sheet that hardly covered her and looked at her. Her body was like ivory
and perfect in every way. Yes, she had a vein on her right leg that was a
slight imperfection. This added to her beauty, like her neurosis did from her
breakdown when she was eighteen. Half her life ago now. She would never be
right but 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 his eyes off Stacy. She smiled and opened her legs so he could see her
pussy. It was nicely shaved with pretty nice lips. Parting these with a finger
and gently playing with herself to do her bit, Stacy showed she had no
inhibitions. Her man played before her.
They
watched one another in a display of voyeurism. Nigel’s big cock throbbed and
pulsed like a live thing when he tossed himself off, 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 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. Their 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 what fate had in store for them?
Grasping
his still hard cock Stacy put him inside her, feeling his member enter its
home; the snake was in its lair where it belonged. Gently he thrust up into her
using his muscles to propel his it all the way up her lush tight cunt. Why had
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! They made love missionary
style till Nigel tapped her leg and indicated he wanted Stace on top. He rolled
off and she positioned herself on top, guiding his wet missile into the
launcher ready for action. She rocked back and forth. He held her hips when she
found her speed. Nigel traced her toned muscles with his fingers and closed his
eyes, thinking of Stacy and remembering this time forever. On and on both
fucked doing the oldest human act of enjoyment that there was. United by their
love and intimate act.
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,” came 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 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.”
Finally
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. A full magic
ritual would take place in the forest temple.
Stacy
came first having 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, lovemaking with his woman. He gasped and
panted heavily, such was his exertion. Sweat blanketed his face and a huge
smile covered his face – 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!
---
Later
the couple went out for a bottle of wine and a takeaway to chill on 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 darkly dressed kids. It also hid the gothic couple. The
lads were scoping victims and spotted them leave the house and planned their
assault. Not in the dark 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 speed, bearing
down on the duo. The tall leader of the lads called the girl a name, a sentence
of un-publishable 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 shouted in surprise, turning
round to meet his attacker. Nigel was just in time for a single left in the
face knocking the daylights out of him sending him to the floor. Stacy screamed
and started to run but the two smaller lads were on her before she got two
yards. They kicked 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 crack his ribs, wearing him down so he
wouldn’t resist. He 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 badly bleeding
knees. He took up position between her legs and got his small cock out, already
hard for the coming rape. 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.
Stacy
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 violence of the sex attack, having an effect on her body at its most
animalistic level. She stopped struggling and waited what was to come. Her mind
collapsed like 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
eighteen.
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. His breathing stopped and 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 with
difficulty dragged Nigel into the alleyway where his two pals was raping the
man’s wife.
Muffled
sounds of sex came from the darkness. The first youth was fucking the Goth girl
and loving raping her. He slapped her and scratched her face, marring her
lovely pale looks. He didn’t last long such was his arousal, spunking up his
victim and wiping his cock on her dress. Moving aside, his friend took over.
Undoing
his tracksuit the boy was ready. His mate kept lookout so the girl couldn’t
escape. 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'd just produced. What was once
a fit man in his 30s was now a body. He wasn’t bothered for the pretty lady
being raped, she gave him no joy. He took the dead man’s trousers down and
buggered the body.
The
murderous teens weren’t alone. While this incident was going on a crowd
gathered at the alleyway entrance 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. Too late! Finished the three youths ran off
leaving 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 were two warm bodies
brutally beaten and sexually assaulted. The crime scene was cordoned off and a
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? They were innocent.
---
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 out in a few years, unrepentant to kill and mug
again.
Strange
lights were seen in the incident area, what was it? Ghostly earthbound spirits
trapped, unable to leave the horrific area where they were brutally murdered?
No one knew. Something odd was happening when people reported a feeling of
coldness on the street near the shops and alleyway where the murders had occurred.
Nobody believed in ghosts but a rumour was slowly going around. These ghosts
would have their revenge, no matter how long it took…
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