Fallen Angel: The Coven Chapter: 1

[DemonRoky]

If I could rethink all my choices, I would have given up all of that and made all the same damn mistakes all over again.

That late night I arrived at the group home in the Bonny Doon hills the first thing I noticed, she had a pentagram necklace that dipped down between her voluptuous breasts. That glassy black charm seemed to have this red liquid inside. It would churn and sparkle as she turned with the slightest movement. That silvery pentagram reflected the light of the full moon.
Dangling between her milky white breasts, that sparkle danced like a ruby. I felt entranced. I cannot recall how long I stared at that pendant dancing between her breasts. Her skin seemed so white, she might never have walked in the sunlight. She had on a tight corset that made me question her need for breath.

“Welcome.” She touched the tip of my nose with the tip of her finger. That aroma of the lavender mist that seemed to come from her skin. That scent enveloped me with this feminine energy. I kinked my shoulders feeling that smell circle around me like a straight jacket. This embrace of that feminine scent I hoped would never let me go. I wanted to be caged in that scent forever.

Her touch woke me out of that trance. My eyes came up from her breasts. Her sultry neck linked with a ***r lead to her glossy bee stung lips that shimmered with this lipstick blacker than a new moon. The highlights of the lip-gloss dazzled my eyes. The way her lips moved, I felt these tingles run up my spine. I realized she had been talking to me, but I didn’t hear a word she had said. All I could think was kiss, kiss, kiss me…

Kiss me forever and ever my lips begged for hers.

She had a cute little nose. So adorable, like a gothic doll. I met her icy blue eyes. So beautiful yet cunning as a vixen, I started blushing. My mind had already decided I’d do anything for this young vixen.

Her hair so white contrasted her black lipstick and the purple eyeshadow. The way her ice white hair framed her face, she seemed like a Renaissance statue made by only the most crafted Italian sculptors. Surely Michelangelo must have touched this young lady or her ancestors. Her beauty was timeless. My knees got weak. I looked down at her feet in those cute little black boots she had on. They had little blue polka dots on them. I wanted to kiss each and every little dot on her boots. I’m afraid if I looked at her any longer, I would lose my mind.

She touched my nose again.
“Boop,” she said.

My eyes raised up from her sweet leather boots to that short black and violet lace skirt around her creamy white thighs. Her skin looked so angelic and soft. She had these silver chains with symbols tied around her lovely waist like a belly dancer.

They made a ring like little bells when she moved. That sound seemed to twinkle in my mind. I had to blink to not get caught staring at her breasts again. That chime coming from her silver chains. It seemed to come from inside my head.

“You must be the one they call, Pinky.”

Everyone calls me that, because I blush so much. I didn’t need to tell her that. She already knew. This just made the blushing worse.
“You’re cute,” she said with this wink.

Her ice blue eyes seemed otherworldly. They seemed to have this timeless knowledge in them. I felt that she had already read all my thoughts.
If my life’s book was a tome, she already had all the cliff notes. I seemed less informed from my own being than she had knowledge of mine.
Her eyes seemed to capture every thought of mine in her eyes, like these gorgeous sapphire blue padlocks. I felt so lost. My mind spun in circles!
“Miss?” I felt my world spin around me another turn. My spine felt like jelly. At any moment I could fall to my knees. I tried to catch my breath, but I breathed in more of that scent from her. It just made everything worse. I felt so subservient to everything my senses told me.
“Valerie,” she said.

“Miss Valerie,” I said.

“Mistress,” she said with a little husky tone to her voice. “Miss Engel is the only Miss around here.” Her voice was so subtle and sweet, but it had this order to it that I didn’t ever want to disobey.

“I beg your pardon, Mistress Valerie.” I answered barely able to *** out the words.

Oh my God, I was about to die. This short white-haired gothic vixen had my head spinning, my knees trembling, and my soul praying to be her slave forever. I never had a woman affect me this way before. This goofy smile ran across my face. I felt so stupid in this perpetual love for a gal I’ve barely even met.

She smiled back at me like she knew my every thought. This only got me to tremble more. Her eyes felt like they had me under her remote control. I’d do whatever they’d tell me to do with no question.

“You are invited. Enter,” Mistress Valerie ordered turning to open the front door to the group home.

I brushed back my mohawk. I noticed I’d been sweating like a fiend. My hawk was damp. Damp, it was soaked! I was so worried. I trembled as I followed Mistress Valerie up the steps into the Coven Home.

In the middle of nowhere that yellow and white building in the forest had been set on a flat that had enough room for about five bedrooms. Three stories and one story down below. I still quake when I think of that basement. I cannot ever forget those nights.

The rest of the building had this nice olive green trim. The third floor had some off-red and white adornments.

The whole place had been wrapped with three levels of endless porches. The spacious porches wrapped all along the whole building. The porch on the front of the building had been screened in. Every other porch rolled around the whole circumference.

My eyes felt weighted with lead. I had to sneek a ***k at her butt. I couldn’t help myself. Valerie, she exuded joy for all my receptors. My Lord, my Mistress Valerie looked so delicious from head to toe. Her corset accentuated the heart shape of her derriere. If I could get on my knees, I’d love to ***k under her skirt and kiss her down there on her little bottom. She looked so cute.

The way she walked, that shush of her hips weakened me with every step. Those little chimes from her silver chains wrapped around her waist carried me through my new home.

She turned back and caught me gawking again. I had to cover my face from my embarrassment. I’d only shared half-a-dozen words with this lady. Already, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in her grasp worshipping her.
She swiped her black-nailed fingers to order me to follow her. I walked on my tippytoes. My soul seemed locked to hers. I followed her like a lost puppy dog.

I recall at the orphanage when I left on my 21st birthday, they called this Santa Cruz group home, The Coven. Some said all the women here were either witches or bitches. If any of the other gals were anything like Mistress Valerie, I’ll call this place Heaven. I wanted to worship and kiss every step she took. Were there more women like her here? I couldn’t fathom how low I would sink for them. All my dreams filled me with love to adore Mistress Valerie and her minions.

The local men’s group homes had no spaces, so they sent me here. They weren’t supposed to have men here, but they said, Miss Engel made an exception for me. I had never even met this woman, Miss Engel, but I was grateful to not be homeless. Besides at the orphanage I kept getting beaten up. Here my mind had been run to the task. I didn’t fathom how I could continue.

Mistress Valerie told me something about following Miss Engel’s instructions to the T. “If you make too many mistakes, you will have to leave. We have no room for slackers or macho men here. You need to obey or you will be disciplined.”

I got real nervous. My back tensed all the way up to my shoulders. I felt this Miss Engel pull this yoke over my neck, and I hadn’t even met her yet. My throat felt it as she clicked a collar there. I coughed and gulped. This invisible yoke felt permanent. Without The Coven House, I’d have nowhere else to go. I needed this place to be home, or I would have none. I didn’t want to be homeless. That would be just terrible!

Twenty-one, I couldn’t stay in the juvenile system anymore. Because of my mental disorder, the state paid for my housing at The Coven. I got a little disability check each month too. The weekly check paid for a snack or two or a pair of socks. I only had about four changes of clothes and my acoustic guitar.

I set my stuff down in this charming room made for a young woman. I laughed. I would not choose any of these interior decorations, but I had no choice in that matter. I breathed in this heavenly femine scent.
For a moment, I couldn’t remember why I even came into this room or into this world. I blinked looking around. I didn’t recognize anything, despite this being my new world.

I stared at all the pink ***t and pink wallpaper. On the walls were ***tings of horses, black stallions.

I kind of collapsed on the bed. My knees were so weak. About two hours ago, I didn’t even know whether I’d be homeless. Miss Engel had agreed to take me into her women’s group home. I owed everything to some woman I’d never met. Spending my time with Mistress Valerie or being homeless had not been a thought. Now that I was here, I’d do anything to be with Mistress Valerie. Such a sweet wonderful thing.

My eyes lurked on Mistress Valerie’s ass again, as she spun around in my doorway. She swayed like a queen cobra. I found myself sitting on my little purple poster bed with a red heart-shaped pillow.

I wanted to frig myself so bad. Valerie looked so hot! No woman should be so fing hot!

Two of the walls of the bedroom had been decorated with this shiny pink and purple foil wallpaper. Mistress Valerie left me sitting there in a daze. The rest of the room had been ***ted hot pink. This cloud of girly energy kind of came through me. I felt dizzy. I felt the colors running through me.
My Yin Yang *** felt like I was that little tiny white circle surrounded by the endless power and darkness of girl power. The men of the world had abandoned me. There I spun in a world of All Girl.

Mistress Valerie might have been talking to me again from the hallway, but all I could hear were these devilish whispers blowing so sweetly into my ears.

I felt like I was under a charm. As I sat there, my body trembled. The room smelled of this wonderful potpourri. There were a couple unlit candles and some other girly stuff, but I couldn’t figure where that impressionable scent came from. It made me so weak. That feminine mystique seemed to permeate from the room. My knees continued to knock together.
I rehashed the steps I took from entering this three story building. The way it spun around and around on the steps that got me so fing dizzy.
Midnight came quick. I slipped into the pink satin sheets, under the purple weighted comforter. It felt like I had slipped inside the womb of Dess.
Well, I imagined that would be what it would feel like. I still hadn’t slept with anyone. I hadn’t been a virgin by choice. Dreaming of losing it with Mistress Valerie gave me a hardon. My cock throbbed so hard! Those pink satin sheets felt so slippery sweet. It took me some control to not frig myself right then. I wanted a release of my memory of her so bad. Her little chiming belts still seemed to twinkle in my mind. I had thoughts that I still am not sure I want to put into words.

I laid back on the soft bed and slipped off into the dreamlands. All I could think of was that pentagram jewel between Mistress Valerie’s breasts. This must be Heaven. I rolled over on the my chest with my face in that silky red pillow. This lust ran through me. I was so happy I met Mistress Valerie. I couldn’t wait to see more of her. Oh, I wished I was hers. I never thought I’d meet the gal of my dreams. I couldn’t think of any gal more wonderful than Mistress Valerie.