But
before I could close my eyes she spoke again,
and her voice was - thrilling - that was the
best way to describe it. With childlike
innocence she said, "No. It is Levanee, Levanee
..."
Her voice suddenly changed to one of query,
"Levanee ?" She looked to me for the answer.
I shrugged, I think I know the word she wanted
to say but she wanted me to say it first, and I
really didn't want to because I didn't think it
was a word she needed to know at her age. But
suddenly a big smile appeared on her face, as if
she was reading my mind.
"Yes ! That's it ... I don't know it. But you do
! What is your name ? It is David. David, can
you show me. Show me how to do it ? I really
want to learn this."
I coughed and tugged at the nape of my shirt
around my neck uncomfortably, "Well, ahhm, for
starters, I'm not a girl. That kind of lesb - I
mean - Levanee - playing - is reserved only for
girls."
She tossed her head back and laughed and it was
like a cacophony of tiny brass crystal bells,
wonderful to hear, "That doesn't matter ! You
can make-believe you're a girl, can't you ?" She
giggled at the look of shock on my face.
Without waiting for an answer she added, "Come
on ! Let's go upstairs - and play - Levanee. You
can be my little sister if you like. I'll even
put on you a beautiful dress and you can be a
girl once again. I know you want this."
Then she faced me and put her incredibly
beautiful face against mine, "But first - we
have to UNDRESS you." and the way she said it
frightened me, as if unseen scissors might cut
more than just my clothes away, to ensure I
really was a girl visibly, as well as
physically.
And I didn't see any easy way out of this ! I
looked to my Dad who was talking with the group,
but when he saw me, he held up the strange
copper bellows again, clearly threatening to use
it if I disrupted any more of his strange and
busy MENSAN party.
"Well, I don't - " I began, but didn't get very
far because then with an inhuman strength she
dragged me up the stairs, my own feet dragging
behind me like they lost feeling or were numb.
And as I looked up to her in surprise, her own
clothes started to vanish, like crystalline
snowflakes melting in the bright morning sun.
Suddenly I - I was looking at what I shouldn't !
I dragged my feet and finally spoke, my teeth
chattering and looking hard at her feet, "Miss,
what's your name ?"
*
* *
"You
can call me LORRAINE." she said mystically. I
looked up for a moment into her face and her
eyes now seemed full of a fiery passion I hadn't
seen before. Clearly whatever was going on in
her head was no longer intended for a young
girl's intelligence.
"Right, ahhm, Lorraine, your clothes they're - "
suddenly I looked back down at the carpet on the
steps as I remembered she was completely naked.
I looked up for only a moment and was dazzled by
her beauty. She had an incredible body in ample
proportions, clearly a mistake for someone as
seemingly as small as she appeared. And I wanted
to look at her.
"Your clothes are gone." I said finally forcing
my eyes to look down at the carpet again and
toed what looked to be part of her dress.
She tugged on my hand, uninterested in my words.
"We need to play - right now. If you don't
follow me, you can't play, and you =DO= want to
play with me, right ?"
Did I ? I hoped not, I mean, shouldn't I be
listening to the wind ? What did it say ? It was
important. Vitally ! End Days ! I had to get back, to
warn Dad ! I don't care if he blew my hair off
with that stupid bellows, he had to, he =MUST=
listen to me !
"Is it really that important, Lorraine ?" Surely
she could see playing whatever the heck we were
going to play right now in the middle of an
upcoming holocaust was not the brightest bulb in
the box.
Realizing I was hesitating now, in a swift move
of encouragement she suddenly floated up on her
toes (because she was a good foot shorter than
me) and with incredible resolve met her lips
against my trembling own.
In an instant I am burned, no soothed, no ...
warmed - by her lips. They are like
honey-blossoms and fresh fiery cinnamon buns
right out of the bakery, all at once. I could
even taste the vanilla frosting.
And despite the fact her kiss drained all the
energy out of me, a weird flip-flopping occurred
in my chest. My heart started beating so fast,
and a curious ticklish sensation crept between
my legs between my clothes.
It was like I was being licked with feathers on
my - my ! ... And the feathers were somehow
earlier warmed in a clothes dryer. A delicious
heat. And then it got sticky like syrupy honey
there, but the heat increased and the feathers
increased their furious movements ! I clutched
at the top of my leg in panic to see movement
occur between my legs without hand intervening !
All this from one kiss ! Then she floated back
down on the carpet's steps and continued to lead
me up the steps. We were nearly to the top.
I shuddered at the weird feeling of this and
staggered in my dizziness trying to regain my
senses.
"Come !" she said.
"Come," isn't that what I heard from that weird
mechanical devil doll thing at the auto-dealer's
? Was this any different ? Was a giant fireball
going to issue from her mouth now and perhaps I
should leave before that happened ?
"Wha ?" I said as my brain tried to work it's
way around all the odd sensations occurring
within me and the fact my mind was on fire from
too many thoughts in it.
"I said, come."
and when she said the word this time, it was
like beautiful crystalline sand poured straight
in my ears from hearing it. I felt absent -
without - again - all from within. And it was
like my brain was being drowned in the most
delicious soft drink, clearly strawberry,
definitely fizzy, and it had dollops of savory
whip cream on the top. I licked my lips at the
taste of the way my brain felt.
I wanted to eat my own brain, like a frozen
dessert.
Suddenly a pinprick of awareness shot through my
head. This was WRONG ! What are you doing David
!? She's not going to ask you to play with dolls
once you got upstairs. No ! She was going to
play HOUSE and likely for keeps ! You - couldn't
have that. You certainly couldn't have your own
Father see that !
I bit my lip and shook my head. "You can't do
this." I told myself simply. I don't care if she
isn't a normal girl or not.
Lorraine was getting impatient again so one
moment I was holding her hand and another she
had placed it directly on her bare butt, where
it burned, but a good kind of burning, like a
heady incense. Suddenly my hand was held tightly
again, but by her butt !?
*
* *
I had to look down to see how she did this. A
tail had forked out from just above her bareness
and wrapped itself in an impossible knot around
my wrist.
And then a distant feeling finally overcame me.
One I was not so familiar with. Arousal. I was
being aroused by this demon girl and I was
letting it happen because it was intoxicating
what she was doing to me. My resolve, my own
willpower, were hers to drink, like a fine
liqueur she could get drunk in it's imbibing.
Finally, I resolved my fate to hers. I followed,
matching my steps to her own, but as I reached
the final step of the stairs, a swift blue-white
trail of fog had squeezed itself in a very
difficult maneuver beyond the outside door and
impossibly odd place, of all locations, in front
of my eyes !
She saw this and, determined not to lose her
prey, as this was clearly what I was now, she
walked down a few steps to meet me with another
kiss, sticking her tongue way up in the back of
my throat. But this one was different.
It reached beyond my brain, to the very animal
inside what all of mankind had to bow down to.
It went past all my defenses, all my fears, all
my concerns of this world and even those of the
great beyond, to reach ... me.
Where only the most primitive of emotions were
desired, like a child hungered to suckle for his
Mother throughout eternity, and I cried - or
howled - I wasn't sure which, at how good her
kiss felt against me.
I shuddered in pleasure and she pulled back to
smile at me, her tongue hanging a good foot out
of her mouth now. Her teeth having grown a
little longer up front and yet ... I wanted her
to bite me. I wanted her to !
I wanted to feel pain, not just any pain, but
pain she would GIVE me, willingly. And the look
she gave me told me she would clearly rip off my
neck with her voraciousness and I would let her,
for the mere sake of mortal pleasure.
Then the fog which started to dissipate made one
last desperate effort to reach me. And it had a
lot to go through right now. I was sweating hard
all over now, my own clothes were melting as if
my own body sweat were acidic to it, and I
wanted - HER. I didn't care at what cost to my
soul or whatever, I just wanted - HER.
And she smiled with narrowed eyes full of
contempt for the mere, clearly weak, mortal man
I was. I felt weak and small in her sight and
she delighted in that. She KNEW I wanted her and
that thrilled her. A human wanting a devil girl
to - play with.
What could possibly be a deeper sin to scar my
soul with ? She laughed at the torment going on
in my head as both my morals fought my desires
in an endless struggle.
Suddenly the ice crystals shrieked out, like
grinding glass shards against one another, "---
---s !"
I blinked my eyes and looked closely. It was a
badly designed bell-curve, but the same familiar
one I saw outside earlier.
"What is that ?" I asked breathlessly to
Lorraine, watching the design linger in the air.
My own reasoning was still not functioning 100%
correctly.
She looked, recognizing the design, and snarled,
waving her hand over it, her fingernails were
now quite a bit longer and appeared to be dipped
in pitch darkness. The ice crystals melted
immediately against the carpet by her savage
touch.
"It is nothing. It is not the Levanee." she
replied, her voice sounding slightly older and
stranger than the younger frame she presented
earlier.
Then she took both my hands in hers and faced me
with a wild look in her eyes, "You must give
yourself to me, David, willingly. I am bound by
the ancient contract, and I cannot take you any
further unless you permit it."
Just then my head reeled back. It reeled back so
hard I felt I did a backwards somersault at
least 3x times in mid-air and I panicked feeling
I was falling down the stairs. I knew that when
I dreamed as hard as this my own head was
vibrating in my sleep. I know years ago this was
diagnosed as a kind of seizure reaction.
For an instant I woke up and my neck felt warm,
like a heating pad was on it. And I knew why. My
own head was jerking up and down like 30-times a
second. I did this when I was vividly dreaming,
and BOY was I right now ! I forced myself awake
for a moment and caught my breath, willing the
echoed tremors to stop.
*
* *
I
realized I was sweating all over and felt
terrible, like I needed to shower, all over, I
was drowning in my own sweat, but I couldn't
stay awake and fell back asleep again. And in my
unconscious desires, I wanted to be back. I
WANTED it. To be back with Lorraine, to tell
her, YES, yes I will go with you.
There was the swirling mist and then suddenly I
was back with her. But now that I had a chance
to collect my senses, I looked to her, and she
didn't look so inviting now. Her face had
darkened, like dirty soot had collected on her
face.
Somehow we were still holding hands as if no
time had elapsed. She watched me carefully with
her still blue-within-blue eyes. Looking
further, despite her nakedness, I saw two
distinct horns poking out on the top of her
head, adorned with cute little Hello Kitty
earrings I noticed.
That's a nice touch I thought. Her feet appeared
to be especially dirty now, like she had been
walking around the stables barefoot and got crap
all over them. And her hands had lost their
earlier delicacy and appeared to be for an older
woman's with wrinkles that weren't there before.
Despite all this, a soft radiance and beauty
shone on her face, the likes of which man would
never know. For I knew in my heart -devil- would
always be more beauteous than man could ever
achieve. But the fact of the matter was, she was
still a devil girl. Not human. I was aware of
this now.
She was not of this world, and heaven knows what
would happen were I to lay beside her in bed and
share kisses - and likely more. And I wanted to.
Desperately. But fortunately, reason overtook
me.
I gritted my teeth and finally spoke in a tight
voice, "Look, Lorraine. I need to go. I'll be
right back though, I promise." I started to work
my way back down the stairs but she stopped me.
She spoke in a not-so-friendly tone now, that
was icy and painful to hear, "That might break
the mood, sweetiepop. Don't you know that when a
girl wants something if they don't get it
immediately,
they claim to never did want it to begin with ?"
Then her voice lowered to that of a man's, but
was still thrilling despite this, and instead of
me now wanting to be with her, I wanted HIM to
be with me. It was that superb a voice. I
suspected she was testing me. If I wouldn't go
with her as a woman, perhaps I would go with her
as a man.
For innermost man, despite his vehemence and
denial, he ultimately craved the companionship
and intimate play of both, but often would hide
this fact even from himself, especially in these
are troubled and stereotyped times.
His (her?) voice spoke matter-of-factly, "Look I
really want you to show me how to play Levanee.
If you don't come with me now -" and then
suddenly her voice hiccuped, like maybe the
difficult magic she was conjuring all this time
was fading. And the entire image of the
masculine devil girl vanished and was replaced
by a little normal girl, with pretty blonde-hair
who was wearing diapers.
"I'll tell my Mother on you !" she threatened in
her new child-like voice. Suddenly my hand
slipped out of her much smaller one.
"What !?" I said, not so much surprised at what
she said but by the sudden change in her
appearance. This is madness !
"Mommeee !!" she shrieked in a tone reserved to
call a grown-up to tend to a baby girl who
soiled herself.
I then ran down the stairs as quickly as I
could. As I reach the bottom step, I find
everyone is STARING at me, clearly asking just
what the HELL did I just do to get her to cry
out like that ?
Thinking quickly I spoke in a weak voice, "Ahhm,
she went poop in her panties. Isn't anyone going
to clean her up ?"
Upon saying this, everyone immediately turns
back around and acts like they never saw or
heard me. Yeah, I didn't think so. I've never
changed a diaper myself and it was something I
hoped I could go to my grave and never ever have
to learn.
Seeing I was being ignored now, I rush to Dad's
front door and step outside. Augh ! Suddenly I
am blinded
by the stars ! There are so many of them now !
What happened to the sunlight, to the pollution,
to the clouds, to the smog, everything ?
I stare up mesmerized by the hypnotic scene.
Literally millions of stars and they are so
unbelievably bright right now. It - hurts my
eyes, like they're trying to get behind - into
my brain. I shift my gaze downward to blink and
try to get used to the change in the brightness.
Feeling better, I squint and look back up.
It is then I notice in the center of the sky is
same odd circular cut I saw earlier when I was
floating towards it. But instead of stars there
is a pretty blue-violet shifting kaleidoscope
gyrating in impossibly beautiful patterns.
The wind which was blowing crazily earlier
suddenly stops as I focus on the center of the
pretty kaleidoscope in the sky. In moments I
feel the wind rising, as if the ground itself
were giving off it's own warm breath, perhaps
from all the dead people in the world ? I
shuddered at that thought. But no, the breath
was sweet, like honeysuckle.
And then I am lifted up in the wind, along with
another unknown person. I look curiously, that
anyone would share my unusual form of
transportation, and while I can make it out to
be a woman, clearly it is not any incarnation of
Lorraine. No - she - is someone else. And
apparently important.
*
* *
And for a moment, I find that I can't breathe
for a second. And it's odd, it's as if my lungs
were reborn and new and I couldn't breathe
normal air. It was FILTHY. I tasted all the
horrid things of man, all it's pollution, it's
trash and garbage burned in the air in an
unsuccessful effort to hide it's remains.
It was as if all the sins of man now had a
physical taste and it was horrid. Murder was the
worst, and I wanted to vomit in it's unique
horror.
But the sky knew. The sky had memory. And it
knows. And right then I tasted the remainder of
the filth of mankind and choked on it. And
fortunately, it was only for a second although
it felt like it was much longer. But then it
changed. I was outside Earth's atmosphere now
and I could breathe, free-er and cleaner than I
ever could before. It was wonderful !
The 'air' is so pure it's like an addictive drug
and I KNEW that I would fall instantly asleep,
my body's instinct kicking in, telling me in a
quiet and soothing voice, "David, this is a safe
place. Sleep now. And stay here - forever."
But I didn't want to sleep, so I staggered my
breathing, feeling the comfort, like icicles
rubbing and grazing all around my lungs. And
then I can see the girl who joined me. Slightly.
There is like a glowing gauze about her. In a
way I feel it is something - she created
herself. From her own mind, in her own modesty
and shame of the world we left behind. She is
ashamed of being - human.
And then we are traveling faster. I look below
to the Earth to see the twinkling, the millions
of light bulbs illuminating the darkness we
brought upon ourselves. And then the Earth
starts to appear to shrink, but I know that is
not the case. It is a movement, in a dimension
unknown to man.
A kind of stretching, as if a teacher was
instructing her attentive 1st grade class to
count from 1 to 10 quickly and in her voice she
covered any distance in the universe because we
did not move but WERE where we needed to be. And
then we can both see it.
A strange sphere of light with radiant colors,
unnameable to mortal man, brightness beyond any
lantern, although it appeared to be candles a
million miles deep, and then we were thrust
inside - to meet - the owner of our frail
existence ...
END
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