Outsiders Pt. 01

"I took your blood," he said, "remember? For use in those rituals this winter? What I didn't tell you was that I hadn't used it all back then." He saw her eyes focus on his, even though she was still trying to catch her breath, and knew she was falling for it. All she knew about The Outsiders and the rituals was what he had told her. He was the one that translated the texts from ancient Egyptian and Sumerian, she had no other sources to check his claims against. "I used it in a ritual that bound up a pin in your life force. Your form has changed, but your essence hasn't. All I have to do to kill you is finish the ritual and speak a single word of Sumerian. And you fall dead, no matter where on the planet you are."

He saw the terror on her face and knew she had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. Her fealty was assured. He all but sighed in relief. He was confused when her face brightened, all of a sudden. She smiled and said, "We can use that ritual against him!" She pointed to Ben Kidder's house. "We can steal some of his blood, like, from the hospital, or something, and you can cast that ritual and then we can force him to summon the Avatar for you. You'd be off the hook."

Simon struggled not to show his panic on his face. He could only hope she couldn't see it in the dark of the cabin. For the second time in as many minutes, Raven demonstrated an intellectual agility he hadn't seen in her before. She took his lie and thought it through, coming up with a solid plan he couldn't possibly make good on. Backed into a corner, he had no choice but to plow forward with his fib.

"No," he said, somewhat loudly. "We must not try to do that! We must not even ever mention such a ritual to this Kidder guy. The ritual is a life and death... blood ritual and if I were to cast it upon him and try to threaten him with it, the, uh... the life and death nature of it would awaken his dormant power and protect him from it. Then he'd know he had power and that we were his mortal enemies and we'd never be able to get him to summon the Avatar."

"Oh," she said, sounding mildly disappointed.

Simon spotted the flaw in his lie. She could simply go to this Kidder guy and tell him about the ritual and have him protect her. He rolled his eyes and added more to the lie. "But don't think for one minute," he growled, "that he could use his power to protect you. His power would only be activated to protect himself, not you. He couldn't save you from my wrath, even if he tried."

Raven raised her hands in surrender and said, "No, no, it's ok! It's ok, Simon! I'm on your side, man! I'm on your side." Her scared features relaxed somewhat and she reached out with a hand to caress his cheek. Her big, blue eyes' intense gaze bore straight into his soul. "Simon, you're my only friend. More than that, you're my first man ever. I'm not going to leave you. Not now, not ever. It's you and me forever, baby."

Back in the wee hours of Sunday morning, the two of them had been in the park where Simon liked to do his rituals. She had done her ritual first and the bolt had come down from the heavens and struck her. She had been enveloped in a soft light and painlessly transformed into her new, spectacular shape. She had been wearing only a thin robe to cover her old form. It suddenly became inadequate to cover her nudity and she had wound up giving Simon quite an eyeful. As much as she had appreciated being the subject of a lustful gaze for the first time in her life, she had scurried off to the car, out of Simon's sightline, so as to not distract him while he was casting his ritual.

When Simon had blown his ritual and the bolt carrying his gift of power had gone astray, he had just stood there, made catatonic by the shock of his failure. She had dragged his unresponsive bulk back to the car and driven him home. There, she had dragged him into the house, where he finally began to make noise. He had cried and keened and yelled unintelligibly. She had been worried sick about her friend, her source of power. She had hugged him and kept his flailing limbs from inflicting hurt upon him, but her efforts were for naught. Simon was hysterical and getting wilder by the minute.

Out of desperation, she had shucked her small robe and showed him all of her naked, glorious flesh. The sight of her had grabbed his attention and he started to quiet down a bit. The effect she was having upon him gave her faith in her new form. Simon had soon progressed from ogling to groping her tits. Raven had tossed her head back and thoroughly enjoyed that which she had been waiting for her whole adult life, a sexual touch. Instinct took over and the two of them had fucked until dawn broke and then some. Simon had been her first man ever and she would always be grateful to him for that. His actions that morning had been primal and frenzied, and her body had answered them with lots of orgasms.

Raven had fallen asleep in his embrace, feeling happier than she had ever imagined she could.

The morning had brought a rude awakening as Simon found himself in possession of his faculties once again. He had slapped and spanked her roughly and revealed to her, in his nigh incoherent screaming, that he blamed her for his failed ritual because, at the exact moment he was supposed to focus on bringing his bolt down to him, he had entertained an idle thought about what her new tits would feel like in his hands. That split second distraction loosened his mental hold on the bolt and it had gone astray.

He had taught Raven a lesson on what being a beautiful woman was really like. He had taught her that men blamed women for the effects their beauty had on them. She had not expected that. Not in all her years of yearning to not be ugly and dreaming of beauty and desirability had she ever, even once, thought that being gorgeous could have its drawbacks, too.

Simon had nearly strangled her to death in his rage, but he changed his mind and fucked her again, only that time it had been rape, pure and simple. She had endured it silently, getting another crash lesson on what the consequences of being desirable could be. She had muddled through it, telling herself that it was better than the alternative. Back before her transformation, she had been beneath anyone's notice and, if they had noticed her, they'd see her as deserving of nothing other than their pity. That kind of isolation had been a living hell to her. Simon's attentions and passion were like a breath of fresh air to her. Sure, he was violent towards her, but after all those years of being ignored, she even found herself enjoying getting slapped.

While Simon had been pacing the bedroom and ranting angrily, he had let drop the fact that the bolt had to strike someone else and deliver his power, it couldn't have just dissipated into nothingness. Raven had come up with the idea of making fliers and posting them everywhere in order to flush out the unwitting recipient of Simon's power. They had put them up everywhere and spent yesterday evening and this morning waiting nervously by the phone.

Whenever it had looked like Simon wrath was going to boil over and he might hurt her, she had taken off the clothes he had loaned her and enticed him to vent his anger in a more productive way. She had thoroughly enjoyed her newfound power. Her new body was capable of turning murderous rage into passionate fucking and great pleasure. After she had fucked him senseless for the umpteenth time, she had managed to convince him to take her shopping for clothes, starting with sexy lingerie. She had modeled it all for him, back at home, and managed to drag him out of his depression.

His eyes had regained some of the fire that had been in them, making her feel proud at her accomplishment. He made some calls and found out that a person had been struck by lightning in the wee hours of Sunday morning and where they had been treated and by whom. "But, the bolt doesn't leave a mark," Raven had protested when he insisted they go to the hospital to check out his new lead and abandon her private fashion show. She had enjoyed playing dress-up for the first time in her life and she had gotten hot and bothered by the response she had been inspiring in him. She had been looking forward to a night of wild fucking, not investigating some lame lead.

"It does if you're not prepared for it," Simon had said, excitedly. "The bolt carries the power, but the recipient must have a clear and concise set of magic rules and powers in their mind to structure and accept the power as their own. Without such groundwork already in place, the power would have manifested itself partly as a regular bolt of lightning, leaving the recipient injured and unable to use the power properly."

"So, how does that help us," Raven had asked.

"This is better than I could have hoped for," Simon had said. He had explained to her that whoever had gotten the power, was completely unaware of it and unable to use it properly, but that the power would still be capable of being channeled into rituals that only Simon knew. Like the one to summon the Avatar and complete Simon's end of the bargain with The Outsiders. The recipient could act as a battery that would power Simon's rituals, but they were powerless without Simon's specific knowledge. He had outlined his plan to her: find the lightning strike victim, find out about them, befriend and seduce them, get them to cast small, beneficial rituals with them to gain their trust, and then progress quickly to the ritual that summons the Avatar and gets Simon off the hook. He had insisted her cooperation was vital for the plan to work and she had felt strangely happy and hopeful at hearing that.

Now, however, sitting in a dark car on a side street in the bad part of town and hearing Simon reveal to her that he can kill her with but a word scared her more than anything ever did before, even counting Simon of the past 48 hours. She found herself desperately wanting to make nice. She ran her hand from his cheek down his chest until it came to rest in his lap. She snaked it in-between his legs and his thighs parted a bit to give her wiggle room. She cupped the hot flesh she could feel nestled there and smiled.

Simon sighed as he felt her give his junk a gentle, caressing squeeze. "I want you, Simon," she whispered. "I want to feel you." Her next, gentle squeeze made his cock start to respond. "I want to taste you." She smiled. "You're my man and I'm your whore. Let me whore myself to you."

Simon swallowed against the dryness in his throat. As angry as he was at her, she was still a spectacular beauty, just sitting in his car and caressing his junk. He lay back in his seat. Raven used both hands to undo his belt buckle, button and zipper. She lifted the waistband of his undies and gently brought his hardening cock out of them. Her hot breath preceded her soft, moist lips upon the head of his cock.

He groaned when she started to apply suction to it. He became fully hard in just a few heartbeats and she started to take more and more of his meat into her hot, wet mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath as she started to run her tongue against the underside of his shaft. He spared a single look at the house they were staking out and thought he could see a faint light in the side window that didn't have bars across it. It seemed to him like someone was watching TV in there. He was going to have to investigate that.

When Raven applied suction to his cock, all thought of his mission left him and he relaxed to enjoy her ministrations. Ever since her transformation, she was working overtime to make up for all the sex she never had. While she was inexperienced, her years of yearning for any kind of sexual contact were manifesting themselves as a kind of raw passion and enthusiasm that was very rare and most engaging. She used every part of her mouth to please and pleasure him. He found himself responding to her hunger. He closed his eyes, moaned and shot his load into her mouth.

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