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8.

NSFW Chapter:

Contains explicit sexual content.

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They all were piled in Alice and Elena's living room, their psychedelic trip now in full swing. Alice was laid out on the fluffy carpeted floor as the room around her seemed to decay. She studied a poster on the wall that Anna had hung up. It displayed the Earth encompassed by flames, suspended in space; floating above was a silhouetted, human figure in a meditative position. The figure's seven chakras were lit, aligned in its center and they seemed to be ascending beyond the burning planet.
Her mind began to unwind. Thoughts were planted in her head by the poster's imagery.
Was Earth truly hell?
Are we meant to leave?
Around her the air was glittering from the ceiling to the floor in a pattern she couldn't possibly describe even if she wanted to. The whole room seemed the breathe, and be alive. The walls of the old apartment were withering before her eyes as the details of its age became more apparent. Alice's apartment was one of four that resided in a historic house that was built in the early 1900's. The landlord had modernized the home slightly, but she could now see the true age and energy the house held.
"I'm going to go out and get some fresh air," Alice stated, heading toward the door.
"Mind if I go with you? I could use some too." Samael asked.
Alice truly wanted to be alone, but she wondered if that was even a good idea.
She nodded, "Sure."
They both wandered out the door.
Alice walked to the end of the porch and glanced up at the sky. The stars twinkled brilliantly, and in her influenced state she could see thin lines connecting them. She squinted her eyes in an attempt to get a better view.
"Do you see the lines too?" Alice questioned Samael, curious to see if they shared hallucinations.
He slowly approached the edge of the porch as well, "Ah, yes. I assume this is how such things as constellations came to be," He answered, "Though I see them always."
She turned to look at him, but he remained staring up at the night sky.
He always sees them?
She shook her head, surely she mistook what he said.
Alice decides to sit on the edge of the porch, resting her feet on the single step which connected it to a rock walkway that led to the street.
Samael sat with her. He fought the smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth at her self-doubt as she gaslit herself out of hearing him correctly, and he made no move to correct her.
The raven haired woman stared at Samael. The longer she held her gaze, his appearance seemed to shift. The ends of his black hair would turn white, his skin seemed to age and wrinkle before rapidly returning to its previous state. The process repeated itself, and his image would distort before her.
She closed her eyes and shook her head lightly once more. Two grams of mushrooms wouldn't normally be this strong. Despite all her efforts to keep her emotions regulated, her fear and unease were becoming too much to control.
Suddenly she felt a warm touch on her chin, and her eyes snapped open.
Samael's index finger rested under her mentum, and his thumb traced her bottom lip as he pulled her to face him.
"Don't fret, darling. You're in good hands, I promise." He cooed.
His canines and incisors were now as sharp as razors on both the top and bottom of his mouth, and the entirety of his eyes were pitch black. They reflected red in the dim lighting of the moon like an animal's, and she found herself staring into a dot of light piercing from the middle of them.
Alice freezes, her overwhelmed mind scrambling trying to come up with any logical explanation for the being she is seeing before her. Samael tips her chin up, before placing his full lips on hers, their eyes never breaking contact. The mind can only take so much before it snaps.
Alice floats in a void space, not even realizing she was once human at all. The only thing existing to her is her awareness. Before her is a blinding white light that she seems to be pulled toward. Her entire being was filled with pure euphoria, she had never felt anything like it. It was tempting to just give into it.
'This is death' was the thought that broke her trance. She wasn't ready to die. Suddenly she remembered she was a person with friends and family; she couldn't leave them. More importantly, she couldn't do that to her mother, she had already lost one child. Her limbs felt pinned, and it was like she was stuck in sleep paralysis, something she was no stranger to experiencing. She fought against her invisible restraints, and suddenly she was back on the porch.
Samael was in front of her, looking as he usually did, with a confused expression on his face. Alice pushed him away from her, "Get away from me!"
"What happened? Are you-" He feigned concern.
"Just get away from me!"
Her heart beat like a hammer against her chest, and she gasped trying to desperately pull air into her lungs.
Samael gave her space.
What had happened? This was something he had never encountered before. He was just about to extract her soul, but it was interrupted. He failed, and he was never someone who failed anything. She had saw his true visage, and she knew far too much. He studied her as she was recovering from the experience. He could still feel her emotions, and hear her mind whirling with a thousand thoughts. Samael attempted to pull the memory from her mind, but found he could not alter her memories. He was becoming increasingly infuriated, but his outward composure was nothing less than completely calm. He would get to the bottom of this. There is no way he could ever have made such a mistake in his own domain; what was interfering with him?
"What are you?" was all Alice could manage to ask even though she had millions of questions swimming in her head.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Death." He replied, clearly indicating his humor. Though this answer was, technically, true, he doubted she would believe him and he was correct.
She shot him a glare, clearly not in the mood for joking around, "What happened?"
"I kissed you, and then something clearly distressed you," He responded.
She let out a long sigh, realizing it must just be the mushrooms. There was no way any of that was real. She debated explaining her experience to him, but she feared he would think she was insane. After-all, she had just met him and already found a way to make a fool out of herself.
Unbeknownst to her, he knew exactly what had happened, but he was just as confused as her although it be for entirely different reasons.
"I think we should get back inside, love." He offered her a hand. She slowly took it, and he helped her to her feet.
'What the fuck just happened?' Alice's mind practically screamed.
The two came back into the living room to find her friends watching Frozen. Alice smiled, hearing them giggle up a storm. At the very least, she was glad they were having a good experience.
"Hey, I think I'm going to try to get some sleep," Alice informed from the doorway, "I don't believe this trip was the best one for me."
"Of course, get all the rest you need. Bad trips are the worst. We'll be in here if you need us." Anna responded.
Alice smiled and nodded in response.
"Would you still like me to come with you?" Samael asked. She felt horrible projecting her bad trip onto him, and she desperately wanted to feel the warmth of his arms around her right now. Whatever she had experienced, it was now scarred into her mind, and she would love nothing more than his comfort even if she unintentionally made him the monster in her visions.
"Yes, please." It came out as more of a plea than anything else.
Upon entering her room, she plugged in the dim fairy-lights that were hung around the wall. The soft lighting was a comfort to her reeling mind. She felt the affects of the shrooms had faded mostly, but not completely. At least the most intense part was over. Alice kicked her shoes off and climbed into bed before patting at the spot next to her.
Samael removed his dress shoes and his coat, laying it gently over the chair Alice had placed in-front of her computer desk.
He made his way over to her, joining her in bed. The two faced each other as he placed his arm gently around her waist.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Samael asked after some minutes of silence.
"Maybe tomorrow." She replied, it would give her time to get her thoughts straight and all the shrooms would be out of her system. "I'm sorry I ruined our kiss."
"No need to apologize. It's perfectly okay."
She moved closer to him, moving her hand to cup his cheek. Alice placed her lips on his gently. The feeling of his lips on hers ignited a flame in her stomach, and suddenly she yearned for him as if he was something she had been missing for thousands of years.
She began to move her lips against his, drinking in the taste.
He was more than amused that this was her course of action after the events that had unfolded, but he wasn't one to refuse her of her carnal desires. Psychedelics do have the tendency to make one's mind go from one thing to the next. His curiosity of her was truly piqued, and now his desire to possess her was far greater than it had been prior for there was something about her that hindered him, and she threatened his control over his realm. He simply could not have that.
He allowed her complete control as he felt her tongue glide across his bottom lip, begging for entrance.
He parted his lips to permit their tongues to dance as he pet his fingers through her hair gently.
The smell of her lust was sickly sweet in the air, and he reviled in the desire. She pulled away from him slightly, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips. He fed into her craving, for at least he was still able to influence her mind.
He gently moved her to lay on her back, "May I?"
"Please?"
She was trying to keep her composure, but she had never felt such desire before. Her whole body was on fire, her stomach yearned, and she could feel her wetness on her inner thigh.
He slides her dress up to expose her black, lace underwear. Samael kisses up her thigh before letting his sharp canines glide across her skin. Alice can feel goosebumps start to form across the surface of her skin and her face burns as the blood makes it to her cheeks. His hair tickles her inner thighs as he teases around her vulva through her underwear.
She involuntarily holds her breath as his wet tongue makes contact with her clit. He gently plays with it before giving it gentle kisses. She releases a soft moan of disapproval as she feels him pull away. He laughs lowly as he pulls her underwear down her legs and removes them.
His tongue returns to her clit and she gasps at the sensation, her hands moving down to tangle themselves in his black curls. He is gentle with his movements as his tongue traces up and down her entrance, tasting her. Her quiet moans fill his ears like music as he softly presses two fingers inside her to intensify her pleasure. Samael is no stranger to desire, he is the master of it, and he can feel his aching in his dress pants.
Alice can feel her stomach coiling as she nears release, the mushrooms intensifying every touch as if it were electricity shooting through her veins. His tongue was her heaven at this very moment as it danced over her most sensitive spot. Her body tenses, his fingers inside her bringing her over the edge.
Alice releases on his fingers, her desperate whimpers filling the air.
He rides out her orgasm before removing his fingers. Samael licks her off his digits, savoring the taste before unbuttoning his pants, and removing them. He was beginning to get greedy as he slipped her dress over her head; feasting on her energy was as close to being under the influence as he could get. It was like bloodlust to a vampire. She struggled to make eye contact as she was vulnerable under his gaze. His hands gently moved over her breasts and down her figure. He admired her form, taking her in.
His eyes lingered over her body as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and removed the remainder of his clothing.
Alice tried her best not to gawk at the size of his penis, and she worried about how it was going to all fit inside of her. It was unnatural large and nervous butterflies wreaked havoc in her stomach as he crawled over her, "It's okay, love. I'll be so gentle with you." He purred.
With his member in his hand, he traced up and down her entrance, stimulating her clit and covering himself with her wetness. He gently pressed inside her as he dipped down to leave kisses on her neck, his warm breath on her skin making her shiver.
His shaft entered her, forced a moan to escape her lips. He allowed her some time to adjust before moving himself once more. Inside of her, his manhood was hugged tightly, and he growled from the pleasure as he moved in and out of her.
She held him close to her, her legs locked around his waist. Their bare chests melted together as she felt herself coil around him once more. It wouldn't be much longer until she was brought to climax again. His speed increased and he lost himself for a moment, giving into his pure pleasure.
He pressed his lips to hers, moaning against them deeply. He could feel his release was inevitable, and he let go, filling her with his cum.
He rested on top of her for a moment, careful not to crush her, while he listened to her heavy breaths. Not many moments passed before he heard her panicked thoughts as she realized he had cum inside of her.
"Not to worry, dear. I'm infertile." He reassured, and her mind was quickly put at ease. He practically had read her mind. She scorned herself for getting so lost in the moment, but it was like she could hardly contain herself.
She yawned, exhaustion quickly taking her over as her body was quite overwhelmed by the day's events. Not only that, but Samael had completely drained her of every drop of energy she had left, it had been impossible to control himself. He shifted to be beside her and pulled her close to his chest. He pet his fingers through her hair once again until he felt her mind go silent, and she had fallen asleep. He closed his eyes and meditated.
Just who was this girl?