Fallen Angel: The Coven Chapter 3

[DemonRoky]

That first morning, I came down the rickety stairs to see a tanned panther stretching in the family room. The room had been decorated with deep red rugs and some almost olive green couches. A brick fireplace dominated the room. Placed on the mantle had been some artifacts of some sort inside spherical glass bulbs. They seemed to be crystals wrapped with copper and gold wire.

The thin gal, she moved just like a cat, so flexible and lean. I watched her lithe arms and legs contort to poses I couldn’t even imagine. Her movements tangled up my mind.

The way her yoga pants curved around the perfect sphere of her little butt, I could not put into the words the joy they brought me.

Her brunette hair had been cropped into a bob. It accentuated her swan-like neck. Her skin so golden contrasted her charcoal black yoga pants and her tight yellow halter top. She had perky little breasts. That tight rump that looked so dang sexy. My mouth must have been hanging open, when she swept her head below her waist and saw me staring at her from across the room.

“What is he doing here!” She rolled out of her pose and pointed her long index finger at me. “What are you doing here?”

Her finger felt like a dagger in my chest! The bitch went on a barrage of expletives for me spying on her. I don’t know why, but her swearing at me turned me on. Her anger made her cheeks and lips look so delicious. I was kind of glad I ***ed her off. Having so much attention from her seemed some blessing of some sort.

I heard some high heels clicking and these little brass chimes. She strutted out of the kitchen and entered the family room. Her breasts pressed up against her blue blouse causing the white buttons to flex the satin. The shine around the curves of her breasts made a wonderful glow. She wore a purple leather skirt that had the little brass chimes on a chain around them. Her high heels had a sapphire glow that matched her blouse.

Through little cuts on the front of her heels, I could see the tips her purple toenails. My eyes traced up her body. She had such strength to her legs and this dark magical aura around the rest of her body. Looking at her pronounced tits, I found myself licking my lips. They still tasted like cum. My nose could still feel that scent of her black licorice pussy inside me.

My gawd, my legs started trembling. My ass still sore from the night before. It was her! She wasn’t a hag though. Just this strong beautiful woman with wild hair. Her skin had an olive complexion. Her purple lips pulled up into a loving smile. She eyed me like a mother to her youngest child.

“Come Chelsea calm your nerves. You must be Pink. I am Miss Engel.” She stared at me in a way to let me know without a doubt she was who rode me all last night.

Fuck me. I couldn’t figure whether I wanted to run or kiss her cute little feet. My hands started shaking.

“Now Pink, I wanted to welcome you here. But, we’ll need to do something about that outfit. If Glenn from the city shows up here and sees a boy, we will not be able to keep you here.”

The way she said, Keep, it felt more like me in a cell rather than a guest. I closed my eyes in *** and twisted my head. Everything seemed totally out of my control. Her eyes bore right through me. She had a plan for me. I knew it, but I didn’t understand it. I’m not sure I wanted to know.

“We’ll need to get you some new clothes and doll you up a bit.”

“I have no ***,” I told her. I had something like six*** dollars to my name. Barely enough to buy a pair of boxer shorts.

Doll me up? What did she mean? I’m a man? Well more of a scrawny boy. I mean. What? I started to blush uncontrollably.

“It’s okay, Pink. I’ll take care of that. We’ll make you into a little sissy, and then you can stay. Okay?”

Standing there in a daze, I felt Valerie whisper in my ear. I had no idea where she came from. “Say, Yes, Miss Engel, whatever you wish.”

I said, “Yes, Miss Engel. Whatever you wish.”

Valerie kissed me on the ear. Oh man! Valerie kissed my ear. I was so excited. I kind of forgot about this sissy doll stuff.

“Very good! Let us go shopping after you have your breakfast,” Miss Engel said with a clap of her hands.

The clap popped me out of the trance. I swear that conversation had taken more than twenty minutes. I seemed to have lost that time somewhere.
Valerie took my hand and lead me into the kitchen, as if I was some puppy dog.

She placed me down on some ornate teak chair. The table had over a half dozen seats. The silverware looked like it came from the civil war. Ornate salt and pepper shakers and off-white linen napkins were set around the table. A glass pitcher of maple syrup with a stainless steel top sat over by my seat. The kitchen had a rustic feel with old copper lamps and rich wood trim.

The cast iron oven filled most of the kitchen with a pleasant warmth. A little fire wicked back and forth in an enchanting way.

Mistress Valerie placed a plate down in front of me. It had two sunny-side eggs, a Belgian waffle, and a couple sticks of crispy bacon.

I thanked Valerie and poured some maple syrup over everything. The first bite had to have been the best thing I ever tasted.

“Wow, this maple syrup is amazing!” My eyes had lit up. I asked Valerie, “Where is it from?”

“Romania,” she answered.

“Really?”

“No, it’s Canadian, eh,” Mistress said. We both laughed.

“Are you Canadian, eh?” I asked her.

She smiled this soft warm smile at me. Her blue lips looked as delicious as the maple syrup. “Nope, I’m Virulencian and you are our little Sissy Sandwalker.”

I blushed deeply from her calling me that.

“We are going to have so much fun with you.” Mistress Valeria gave me this smile that should have alarmed me. But, I adore her so.