Vowess

2.

"For thee oh Mary pure graceful dove are the deadliest of the sins." She heard the voice talking inside her head. The voice made her both tense and sooth. "Thee,oh dove can purify my soul. That wretched and dark piece of heart,you can make it beat again. Just by the sound of your voice. The mounts of your chest. The rivers of fire pouring from your head. Thee, angelic dove can make the devil weak.." soon the warmth of a presence surround her like a thin blanket with no weight. Her breathing grew fast too when she felt her untouched parts burning, wet, seeking for a touch. And like someone heard her request she felt the darkness become a lover, caressing and kissing and nibbling her burning skin.

"What's going on?"Confused and scared as she was, she tried to move, to leave the bed that felt like caught hrr like a bird. Like someone put a curse on it and trapped her there. Like a devil tried to capture her soul. Trying to fight in first moment, she suddenly grabbed a sheet under her body and threw her head back with quiet moan. "Don't..." she tried to speak, but her voice got stuck in her throat and only a long trembling exhale left through her shivering lips.

The darkness inhale her strong sense. Her heat coming out of her innocent body, her untouched fold sogging her underdress as she push her thighs together. "I'm keeping my promise,dove.." the voice said and that moment she felt like a hand graze upon her most sensitive part of her sex,there between her folds. "I'm going to exhaust you and give you a deep sleep."

"God help me," she whined, tossing on bed like she lost control over her own body. "I must wake up. It's only a dream, god... Only a..." Another moan and blissful cry left her mouth as she bit her bottom lip. "Archangel Michael..." She started to stutter, convulsively grabbing the head of bed like she tried to crawl from the invisible demon. "... be my protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil," she whispered and gasped, feeling herself soaking the sheet under her from stimulation." She couldn't fight it, everything that she's been through that moment made her weak on mind and body. "And do thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world for the ruin of souls," she whispered as her voice was getting weak.

"I have to wake up. You're not real," she murmured. "It's not real!" She through breathy voice snapped and rolled from her bed, till she fell on the floor. The pain on her side was huge, but she felt like she escaped the devil. And she ran. She ran to the place, where she felt safe from the devil's temptation. The wooden door of a chapel, where she decided to seek a shelter from the devil in her head, slammed behind her and she fell on her knees there under the large wooden cross and prayed. "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. I am weak. Help me," her voice quiet and trembling sounded in the chapel.

"A bit late for prays don't you think?" The same voice came from behind her as it almost sounded real this time.

Her whole body tensed and she yelped in shock. Only the sound of his voice made her to push her thighs together as a natural reflex. "I... I had a nightmare," she said quietly, trying to calm her breathing. "I needed to calm down."

James was standing by the door of the chapel watching her. He just came out of his room wearing nothing but his oversized shirt.  Exposing his market strong legs and neck. "A nightmare.." he said in disbelief taking few steps inside looking around the place. "Should i feel offended?" He narrow his eyes slightly on her before a dark smirk came to rest on his face.

"What... What are you talking about?" she asked and turned to see him. Seeing him being poorly dressed, she quickly looked in front of herself again and closed her eyes. Then she realized, she was wearing nothing but her linen night dress and automatically she crossed her arms on her chest, like she tried to cover herself. "You shouldn't be walking just yet, James. Your wound might start to bleed again or your stitches burts. You need to rest."