Date: Mon, 24 Feb 2014 23:07:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Nathan Bradshaw <nbradfshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Angel's Shadow Part 1

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to do so, don't steal or copy anything here without my permission. This
story is inspired by the brilliant series American Horror Story: Coven. If
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61. That's the number on my driver's license, my real license sprawled out
on the large dresser beside me. I smiled. 23. That's the number that my
reflection showed in the three side by side ceiling to floor mirrors.

"The beauty of being a Supreme," I could hear my own voice, quiet but
strong as I admired the body I worked hard to maintain. I was 6'2 and sexy
as hell- skin the color of honey, a pair of steely, frosted blue eyes and
dark, almost black hair falling around my face. It was messy- sex does that
to a guy- but straight and thin, reaching the bottom of my angular chin.

To be 61 and look 23, with broad, strong shoulders and thick pecks. A slim
waist and washboard abs- but my favorite part of my body, of any mans body
is my deep v cut. Shit is lethal, I tell ya. Damn, just thinking about it
is waking up my dick. Thick and veiny, about 7 1/2 inches, and I'd be
damned if he didn't take that kid passed out on my bed, snoring like the
dead to the stars and back.

I looked back at him in the mirror. My bed was big enough for four, but he
managed to, since I had gotten up an hour ago, take it over. I could see
that beautiful, delicious hump of his tanned ass with that light dusting of
blonde fur. He was hot, 22, actually 22. A senior in college, I think
U.S.C. and a sweet kid, a tennis player. That was all he told me about
himself before I dragged him into the bathroom of that 7 Eleven and sucked
his dick. I met him behind the register. He was about two inches shorter
than me, and had a killer boy next door smile with these innocent, sort of
needy hazel eyes. He had a great, smooth body, the kind you see on guys who
work out everyday. Not unlike mine, but I don't have to work out to get
it. He had these big, dark brown nipples that I loved and drove him crazy
when I sucked on them, and a real sexy pair of feet. Size twelve, and thank
God for the vanity of today's youth cause his feet were perfect. No
calluses,
 smooth and clean. He was plenty hot, even had a small dimple on his left
cheek that showed up when he was embarrassed, but that wasn't why I sought
him out.

His name is Noland Pryce. He's a nobody; comes from an average home with
average parents, works an average job at a shit hole of a store, nowhere
near the beaches of California. Well, his dick is anything but
average. It's a work of art; an 8 inch pillar of veins and precum with a
flaring purple mushroom head. He has no brothers or sisters, and no one in
his family knows he's gay. He's an accounting major, a minor in
writing. It's a weird combination, but he likes to write and his father,
the open minded guy he is, didn't think writing was a viable career
path. Noland was always a quiet kid- stayed out of trouble for all of his
life, went to church, sang in the choir, did his homework- made decent
grades, liked playing tennis but wasn't good enough to win any trophies. He
was, until last night, a gold star virgin. He dated, but never crossed the
line and took any relationship- including the one he held with his freshman
roommate- to a sexual level.
 That is until he met me.

The sun had risen, but the curtains were blocking the windows opposite the
bed. With a thought they shot open, and sunlight came pouring in and
surrounding my hot little Noland. I heard him groan, a deep, pained sound
of someone being woken up abruptly. I watched him roll over and blindly
grab for a pillow to cover his face with, but it was time for him to wake
up.

All those windows, ceiling to floor meant i could see all the beautiful
ocean had to offer from my condo. A room with a view, because it paid to
have unlimited resources.

I guess I should explain some, before I go any deeper. You see, I'm a
Supreme, a witch. A Supreme is the most powerful witch in a Coven, and over
the years my Coven has grown to include over 200 witches. Supremes are
born, not made- and I was born for power. Only another Supreme can even
consider challenging my power, and there are about 30 of them in this
country. There used to be more, but they learned that crossing me is never
a good idea. Julian Fox, Supreme.

Noland is a witch too- he just doesn't know it yet. A waste of potential,
but that's why I chose him. If he is who I think he is, I'm going to kill
him.

Which would be a waste of such charming good looks and an ass I could eat
for days, but he wouldn't be the first. He would actually be the fourth
would-be Supreme I've killed in my reign, fifth if you count the previous
Supreme who I killed so I could take my throne. Death is my art, my
staple. They say that witches were descendants of angels, given great power
to better the world. But as it often happens, power can lead one to do all
sorts of things if you keep an open mind.

"Morning," a sleepy Noland grumbled, stretching. He flexed and curled his
toes when he stretched, which made my dick pulse. I smiled and walked over
to the bed. I grabbed his left foot and kissed his sole.

"Morning, sexy," I said. I licked the length of his foot, and he let out a
giggle-moan, something I'd only ever heard from him in my long sexual
history. I fucking loved the way he tasted; salty and masculine, but still
sweet, like he was still a child. And he was, compared to me. The hallmark
of a Supreme is glowing, radiant health. That is, of course, until the next
Supreme should come along to replace you. Then your health, your body, good
looks- it all gets dragged from you and poured into this younger, perfect
version of you. It was a nasty process, painful on the body and soul, and
the only way to avoid it was to kill the little demon who was stealing your
life. So if I'm right, and Noland is to be the next Supreme, he'll have to
die.

"Hey, what time- ugghh," Noland stopped talking and groaned; the beauty of
a virgin was their complete lack of experience. Every move was like the
perfect orgasm. I had licked my way up his legs and was now munching on his
puffy, well fucked little hole. It was pink and sweet, nestled between that
great ass of his. I was hungry for it, so I dove in- shoved my tongue in
there, loving the taste of his leftover sweat and my cum deep in his
ass. He clenched his ass cheeks while I worked his hot hole with my tongue
and was moaning like crazy- begging me to stop and to go deeper. He was
still so tight, even after I'd fucked him three times. God this was prime
ass, and the way he was squirming under my tongue, he'd probably let me
fuck him again. But I had work to do.

"You can shower if you want before you go," I told him, pulling back from
his ass. I sat on the edge of my bed and stared down at his ass. Damn, this
kid was too good to be true! He rolled over, and the look in his hazel eyes
almost broke my heart. He looked like I'd just shot his puppy. But then he
sat up, kind of pulled away from me and tried to smile.

"Umm, yeah- I mean I'll- I wanted-" He was nervous and flustered and scared
and his body wasn't a virgin but his mind sure as hell was. If I hadn't
read his mind, this would've been all the proof I needed of his status. I
leaned in and cupped his chin, smiled, then pulled his mouth against
mine. He resisted my kiss at first, probably out of shock, but then I felt
his body relax as he gave in. He opened his mouth, and let my tongue in. I
could tell he wanted more, but I ended it. No need to go waking that
monster between his legs, even though I'd like to take another ride on
it. He looked at me again, as I pulled away from him. His eyes were focused
on mine, begging me to never let him go.

"You babble when you get nervous. It's cute," I told him, leaning in and
kissing his cheek. I could feel the scratch of his stubble, a day's
worth. "Your eyes also betray you. I know you want to stay, but it's
Tuesday. You have class, and I have to work." I ran one hand down his arm
and let it rest on his hand. He looked down, then up at me again. I kissed
him again, quick, on his soft plump lips. "So you can shower first, so you
won't be late. And maybe I'll join you." I reached with my other hand and
grabbed his soft, now rapidly hardening dick and gave it a few quick
pumps. He gasped, and i bent down between us and licked the head of his
dick. It tasted like dried up cum and sweat and beautiful man sex. He
dribbled a little pre cum, and I couldn't help it- I swallowed the whole
thing. My nose was now in his thick bush, my chin resting on his low
hanging balls. He moaned, loudly, and his dick jumped as it quickly swelled
and grew to its full
 magnificent 8 inches. I loved feeling a hot dick in my throat, but I had
to let him go, so I pulled off. A trail of spittle and pre cum connected my
tongue to his dick, which he reached down and wiped up with his finger. He
stuck it in his mouth and closed his eyes. Fuck he was sexy, so damn
irresistible. I bent down and swallowed his dick back into my throat,
flexing and contracting my throat as I bobbed up and down. I was hot for
him now, had to have his nut in my throat. He was moaning like crazy and
grabbing at my shoudlers- he actuallydug his nails into my shouder's- so I
grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my dick. He began fisting me
immediately, fast and wild, his grip like a vice, the way I liked it. Sure,
I'd had a hold on his mind when I got him to come home with me, but that's
as far as it went. This was all him.

You want to know a secret? Being a witch makes your cum taste
better. Literally. Witch cum is almost irresistible. He was close, I could
tell by the ragged breathing and incoherent moans, and the way he now
sporadically fisted me. I picked up the pace- I was close, and I had to
shoot with him.

"Fucking Julian!" He screamed, loud enough for anyone outside of the condo
to hear as he bucked his hips and jammed his dick in my throat. The kid had
a potty mouth; everytime he came, that's what he said. Then I felt it; his
first shot hit the back of my throat, and even without a gag reflex I
pulled back so that his dick was resting on my tongue as it shot load after
magical load of cum down my throat. It was thick and strong, and I
swallowed because I would have drowned if I didn't. And witches can't be
brought back if they've drowned. Then I was firing off in his hand, just as
he finished in my mouth- five shots, coating my chest and his hand. My cum
was hot and hit hard- it scared most the first time- and I was panting
around his beautiful dick. I let him fall out of my mouth and I fell back
onto my ass, spent. He was staring at me, glistening with sweat, and even
as his dick shrunk cum still dribble out. I was about to go for it, but he
beat me to
 it- reached his hand, covered in my cum, and scooped his own up. He then
started sucking on his fingers, his hips slowly rising off the bed. Yeah,
like I said, the stuff was grade A. He sucked on his fingers greedily,
licked his hand back and front over and over. I guess he realized he'd
gotten it all, cause he opened his eyes and looked at me.

The look in his eyes made me laugh; it was like a kid who'd been eating ice
cream, then had it snatched right out of their hands, spoon and
all. "You'll get used to that, slut." He was hurt by what I'd said, as if I
hit him. "I'm just playing, Noland. You're not a slut because you like
cum. If anybody's a slut here, its me. I sucked your dick in a bathroom,
and all I knew was your name." But the damage was already done, and he
hadn't heard anything I'd said.

"I am a slut," he said to himself rather than me. I resisted the urge to
roll my eyes; this was all knew to him. I could just reach inside his head,
but I don't like to mix sex with magic. At least not all at once.

"No you're not," I told him, gentle. He was something to be handled
gently. "Enjoying sex- liking cum, it doesn't make you a slut. Having sex
in port-a-potty's makes you a slut." He laughed at that, and I saw that
dimple of his, which made me smile. "Now go take a shower." He got up then,
but stopped. He moved back over to me and kissed me, the first move he'd
made since I met him. I let him take control, because it was important that
he did. He wouldn't be back if he didn't feel safe. It was a sweet, tender
kiss, just like him. When he pulled away, he smiled.

"Will- will I see you again?" it was amazing how innocent and naive the guy
could be. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'd kill to get you back in my bed," I told him, slapping his ass. He
smirked, nervous. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the top
drawer. It was otherwise empty except for a necklace I kept in there. It
was a simple necklace; a thin gold chain with a small rusted bronze anchor
framed by two angel wings. I stood up and closed the distance between us.

"What's that?" he asked quietly, looking down.

"Its mine. I got it when I was a kid," I told him as I unhooked the
latch. I reached around his neck and clasped it again, watched as it rested
against his skin. It wouldn't settle; not on him, not while I was
alive. "You wanted to know if you would see me again. Now, there's no way
you won't." he smiled, really smiled, and blushed several shades of
crimson.

"T-thank you," he stuttered, looking down at the necklace.

"Now go take a shower. You kind of stink." I smirked at him as he walked
away, and let out a sigh when the bathroom door closed. "It's hard to
believe that kid is a witch. Let alone the witch to replace me."

"Why? We witches are descendants of angels," I knew the voice, should have
expected her to show up, but I still jumped when she spoke.

"Rockelle," I said, rolling my eyes. The girl had a knack for being
incredibly annoying, in a way that only belonged to her. She always spoke
in this careful, controlled way, like she was smarter than everyone else in
the room. "I know you have the power of teleportation, but for the
hundredth time, don't just show up in my bedroom. I am your Supreme." She
giggled.

"I know. Why else would I spend so much time helping you hunt other
witches?" she asked. Rockelle was pretty, more or less beautiful in the
artificial way that diamonds are beautiful. She was a bitch, but loyal as
ever, and a talented witch in her own right. My right hand. I heard the
click of her heels against the deep oak wood floor as she approached me. I
turned to face her. She was wearing a tight, short black dress and red
bottom heels- the ones I'd brought her a few years ago, when we'd
dated. Those perfect blue eyes of hers shone like they only did when she'd
accomplished something big. "I would sit, but I didn't watch you two bang
each other's brains out. So I don't know which part of your bed isn't
covered in semen."

"What do you want, Rockelle?" I asked, exasperated. "He won't shower for
much longer." She gave me one of her looks.

"Right, because you couldn't make him shower for the rest of his life," she
said, her lips pursed. I fixed her with a stare, then she was walking over
to me. Controlling her mind was always a power struggle- Rockelle was a
fighter, and I'll be damned if she wasn't meant to be a boxer. Even as she
walked stiff legged over to me, her eyes were filled with rage. But she
couldn't resist, and was eventually sitting on my lap, my cum slicked dick
pressed against her soft bare thigh. She smelled like honey, my second
favorite smell.

"Let me go, Julian!" she barked at me in her head, because I controlled her
mouth, so she couldn't speak.

"You know, this dick is covered in cum. And his ass. God he has a sweet
ass, kind of like you. Except he was a virgin when I fucked him. You- well
we both know how many times you've been around the block- not that I didn't
appreciate your skill." I let her mind go then, and she broke free. She got
to her feet and slapped me, hard and fast. Her ring scratched me, but the
mark and the scar was gone almost as soon as it appeared.

"A fighter like always, Rockelle. Though you didn't always fight. But this
dick- it belongs to him for now. So what do you want?" But she had that
Rockelle-has-won look in her eyes again.

"I was right. He is the next Supreme," Rockelle told me, quickly regaining
her stature. "There was a time when you didn't scar at all. He's going to
be strong though. Tough to kill, and as always, we have to bring out his
powers first. I think we should kill his mother. Intense pain usually does
the trick." I couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you sure we're descendants of angels?" I asked, half joking. "But
that'll work. I'll make sure he's ready, when the time comes."

"We're getting good at this dance, Julian," Rockelle observed. "Well, I've
always been good. You're getting good."

"Thank you, Rockelle. It's been a pleasure," I said dryly, dismissing
her. She walked over to the window and gazed out of it, her eyes bluer than
the ocean. She lifted her hand up, and waved her finger swiftly. I screamed
and my hands flew for my dick; the bitch set it on fire! The pain was gone
and the fire out in an instant, but now I was seething with rage and
itching for revenge.

"Angels." she snorted. "You and I, we're monsters." She was gone as the
bathroom door shot open.


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