Interlude two: Knock, Knock – an homage to a rip off or a rip off to an homage – you choose (Raven’s P.O.V.)

“Knock, knock.”

It’s been raining cats and dogs and probably a couple of mice too. The large house in front of whose door you’re standing says wealth in any way possible. Not the exuberant wealth of the new rich, nor the dusty wealth of the old fortunes either, but a comfortable wealth of the intellectually capable family. The house says wealth and happiness.

Sara, by your side, back to her human form, knocks on the door again.

“Knock, knock.”

You can hear footsteps coming from inside the house. The cold doesn’t bother you but you start shivering in anticipation. The door finally opens on a good looking middle aged man. For a second he looks stunned. It’s quite understandable; he has in front of him the most pervert sight. Picture it: two nubile young ladies both wearing only a thin white T-shirt and very small shorts, both of them totally drenched, both of them doing little to hide their pink (for Sara) and white (for you) underwear, both of them shaking in the cold rainy night.

“Good evening Mister,” Sara starts, “we’re terribly sorry to bother you but our car broke down the road and both our cells died on us. Would you mind letting us in and maybe call a mechanic?”

“A mechanic? Here? At this time of night? On a weekend? You might be able to get a cab… if you’re lucky…”

Yeah weekend… three days have passed since you had that little party at Sara’s flat. Three days for fine tuning your little scenario, three days of massive physical change, well not as massive as Heline but massive none the less.

“But please get in girls, you’re going to catch a cold.”

“Thanks,”

“Thank you, Mister.”

The house is nicely furnished, on the white walls impressionist paintings and pictures of the family. The man walks you down a hallway towards a large living room.

“Let me get you my phone.”

“Thanks again mister,” you say.

The man leaves you behind. You can feel Sara’s lust grow in sync with yours but you know that the best way to please your master is to have this man willingly commit the sin of adultery. He finally comes back with a phone in his left hand a pair of large white towels in the right.

“Thought you could use those.”

“You’re such a sweet heart mister.”

“You can call me Fer.”

“You’re such a sweetheart Fer,” you reply.

He smiles. You take a towel and start drying your hair.

“I’m Raven by the way.”

“That is a curious name.”

“And I’m Sara…”

“Fer is a curious name too.”

“It stands for Ferran, it’s Catalan in origin.”

“Oh you’re not American ?”

“Well actually my parents came from Catalonia during the sixties, but I’m born and grown in the US.”

Your hair is dry now so your start drying your legs. Slowly, gently from time to time you slip a luscious look at the man. You can feel his desire grow but there’s still a lot of road to cover before you can claim his soul.

“So Fer, what about that taxi?” Sara asks.

Ferran has been staring at you two drying for the last five minutes. Caught the hand in the cookie jar, he mumbles turning around:

“Yes of course, sorry… Hello, I would need a cab for 4583 Pinview drive… Okay, forty five minutes… We’ll be waiting… Thanks a lot.”

Sara has taken off her top and bra and she’s failing miserably at hiding her supple breast with the towel. When Ferran turns back around he can’t hold a gulp.

“I’m so terribly sorry,” Sara says shifting the towel and revealing even more of her delicious anatomy, “my clothes are so wet…”

“Yes I understand…”

Sara wraps the towel around her body and moves on to take off her shorts letting them fall to the ground. The air fills with the delicious pheromones dispatched by her pussy. Running away from temptation Ferran turns to you but you have started to do the same. He turns around and starts looking for something on the desk behind him.

“Maybe… maybe I can get you something warm?” Ferran asks before rushing out of the room.

You both follow him. You find him in the kitchen pouring some water in kettle. He is shaking.

“So girls what do you do for a living?”

The small talk technique is not going to help him out of this one.

“We are students… What about you?”

“Er… Fluids engineer…”

Talking about fluids, yours are starting to pour down your leg. An awkward silence sets in.

“So you’re married Ferran?”

“Yes, happily for the last twelve years.”

“Twelve? How come? You look so young, I thought you were not more than twenty six.”

“I’m forty two.”

“Forty two? Come on stop pulling my leg, you can’t be that old!”

You laugh, Sara laughs and Ferran is **** to laugh as well.

“Your wife is so lucky to have you.”

“Such a handsome man… Where is she by the way?”

“She… she went to the beach for the weekend with the kids…”

“Kids? That’s great you also have kids! What’s their names?”

“Amanda and Sue…”

“Two girls? How sweet, just like us two little girls for daddy Ferran…”

The kettle starts to whistle.

“Coffee, tea?”

“I’ll have coffee,” you say.

“And tea for me if you don’t mind.”

Ferran hands you two mugs.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks, you’re so nice to us Ferran, I’m so glad we knocked on your door.”

“Yeah it’s like we need to repay you somehow…”

“Of course not, it’s only natural.”

“Yes we have to, Ferran; not everyone would have opened up his house so easily.”

“Not so many good Samaritans these days.”

“Come on girls, I couldn’t leave you out in the rain.”

You finish your coffee and leave the mug on the counter.

“I don’t know how we could repay you Ferran…”

“Stop bringing that up, you really don’t need to repay me…”

“But this is so embarrassing, we come into your house, we drink your coffee, we wet your towels, we definitely have to repay you.”

“Yes maybe we could do things to you.”

“Girls! I already told you that I am a happily married man.”

“But Ferran, nobody would know, we wouldn’t tell…”

“Girls! Stop it, please, I am old enough to be your dad.”

“Daddy Ferran, we don’t mind, do we Raven?”

“No we don’t, I’m pretty sure that Daddy would love to play with us…”

“Daddy, you saved us from the rain it’s only fair that we thank you.”

“Girls…”

“Yes Ferran?”

“Quit it.”

“Sorry Ferran, it’s just that well… We love to have sex.”

“Yes it’s a natural thing…”

“We love to experience new things…”

“Yes, we love to do that together…”

“Girls…”

Ferran’s voice is getting more hesitant, you can see the hard bulge in his pants.

“Come on Ferran, it’s Saturday evening, there’s no one home but us three, our plans for the evening have gone down the sewer so let’s make the best of this.”

“I’m sure you never had two girls at a time…”
“Ferran, you’re more than forty, when do you think you’ll get a chance to have a threesome again?”

You have dropped your towel. Sara walks to you.

“Ferran, how could you say no to such a perfect body? It’s young and…” she passes a finger over your labia,” so wet…”

Ferran stays mute.

“You’re making her so wet, Ferran…” Sara continues sticking a finger inside you.

You close your eyes, arch your back, part your lips and give out a faint moan.

“Come on Ferran, don’t leave me like this…” you purr opening your eyes.

The man in front of you is losing control. You turn to Sara.

“Maybe this will help you,” you say before grabbing her lips with your teeth forcing her into a languid kiss.

Her towel piles on top of yours as you eat her tongue. Both of you close your eyes as you abandon yourselves to the pleasure of your mingling bodies. Ten seconds, twenty, thirty, forty… Finally you can feel Ferran by your side, his hand cups your ass, his mouth falls on your neck. You let go of Sara and turn to him.

“So glad you changed your mind,” you say before licking his cheek.

Sara’s finger leaves your guts and slips between his lips. Your hand trails up the bulge on Ferran’s pants towards his belt. In three agile movements you wrap the erection that has come to light. Sara slowly unbuttons Ferran’s shirt. Her mouth leaves a wet saliva trail from his neck to his belly and below. You follow her, tasting the delicious sulfur of her hellish spit over the man’s trembling chest. Your friend has taken over the balls leaving you with the whole dick. You swallow it sticking it as deeply as you can down your throat. You start working him up and down. Your friend has started drinking his soul, you accelerate the movement. Your throat fills with saliva and precum. You let him go.

“Daddy, you taste so good,” you say a long string of fluid pouring out of your mouth.

Sara leaves his balls and pushes him on the counter.

“You do the honors,” she tells you.

You climb on the table and gently press your vulva against the glowing dick. The hard stick soon forces the curtains of pleasure open, sneaking inside you. You bend forward pressing your chest against his. Your mouth is on his neck, your fangs inside his flesh and his blood flooding your guts.

Sara, reverting to her true form sticks her tail into your ass. You roll to a side allowing her to sneak behind him and start feeding from the other side of his neck.

Soon he is drained of both his blood and his soul. Sara continues to fuck you over the changing corpse. His cold hard dick still inside you starts growing, the new incubus starts rocking his pelvis against yours. A second tail finds its way into your ass destroying it properly. The two demons fangs tear your flesh, drinking your blood, sharing your soul.

You scream in the night the pleasure of your demise…