The Ritual
Ritus Coincidentia
“What’s that perfume you’re wearing,” asked Steve McQueen? “It’s Midnight Eclipse; it’s always been one of my favorites,” she said in a sultry tone. “I was going to go with a custom blend of Dark Jasmine and Midnight Musk, but considering the circumstances, I didn’t want to push any unnecessary limits,” she said as they purposefully navigated their way through the Ancient Hotel’s dimly lit corridors. “Which dildo did you bring,” he asked with an unassuming casual demeanor? Melissa drew a nervous breath, and said, “I chose the crystal one, with the embedded gemstones.” Steve momentarily stopped in his tracks and said, “That ought to do it.” Steve took Melissa by her trembling hand and said, “It’s just a little farther; just around this corner.” Steve’s confidence was contagious, and as a result, Melissa began to regain her composure. As was to be expected, they arrived at the threshold where they found themselves standing arm-in-arm as they stared blankly into the poorly lit and menacing door.
Melissa was dressed to kill in a stunning crimson dress that complemented a dark opal pendant. Steve was attired in faded jeans, but the highly polished black leather work shoes accentuated his ebony cowboy shirt in a way that mocked tradition. The cowboy styled shirt possessed snaps in lieu of buttons, and the textured tactile fabric was quite alluring as far as Melissa was concerned. Her elegant handbag was a bespoke creation adorned with small gleaming studs! A clever, yet intricate bronze filigree clasp secured the flap which concealed a fine velvet lining.
Steve’s attention shifted from the nomenclature on the door to examine Melissa’s reaction. Melissa, whose attention was firmly affixed to the digits, thought; “666… There’s no turning back now!” The ethereal numerals were in the form of Purisa fonts and resembled ancient cryptic sigils as they seemingly took on a life of their own! The numbers, 666, writhed like inebriated snakes in the haunted corridor. “Room 666 is our sacred space,” Steve explained in a constructive manner. “What happens now,” asked Melissa? “How do we proceed with the ritual,” she continued? “It breaks down like this,” said Steve. “You and I will make love in Satan’s bed, while the host body simultaneously lends energy via Sex Magick.” Melissa, being no stranger to the Metaphysical, turned to face her lover and asked, “How did you find out about this place?” To answer Melissa’s question, Steve said, “Let’s just say it’s a perk… it’s one of the benefits of being dead!
Melissa entered the key card, and the mechanism clicked, which was accompanied by a corresponding green light. It was if the duo were being welcomed by a benevolent invisible specter, because the door creaked open on its own accord! The room smelled like worn out ancient leather. An aroma that could only be described as antique whiskey spilled into the vicinity of Melissa’s curious nostrils, because the peculiar aroma seemed to evaporate up and out from the hard-wood floors! As if drawn by an elusive and invisible Magick, they were pulled into the front room of the candle lit suite! The focal point was a wicked fountain which sported a viscous bloody substance that flowed down and around into a large, terraced waterfall, before draining into a crimson well. An amazing half-scale marble statue, which bore a striking resemblance to Melissa, complimented the macabre fountain!
Beyond the nude statue and fountain, located upon the far wall opposite the threshold, was a very large oil painting enclosed in an ornate rectangular wooden frame. An impressive image of Baphomet was painted upon the timeless canvas! It was clear that his fully erect phallus was the focal point of the artist’s ambition, because the painter went out of his way to accentuate the throbbing member. To break the silence, Steve suggested that Melissa take a seat. At this time, the lusty pair peeled their eyes from Baphomet’s girth and redirected their attention towards an impressive Victorian Era love seat! The antique sofa exuded a sense of foreboding elegance! The timeless love seat was situated upon the hard wood floor, adjacent to the wall that displayed Baphomet’s image! Ornate carvings seemed to dance across the surface of the wooden portions, and deep rich purple cushions, fabricated from worn velvet, attempted to whisper ancient secrets! If seated upon the sofa, a visitor would be greeted with a generous view of the bloody fountain, and marble sculpture. If seated in the sofa, the same visitor would also notice the recess of a shadowy corridor that presented access to the twisted bedroom that beckoned from the opposite side of the blasphemous tableau.
An elegant walnut liquor cabinet with windowed doors partially concealed fine liquors such as Scotch and Absinthe! The vintage liquor cabinet came complete with a secret drawer with ornate handles that resembled naked cherubs! The conjoined metal cherubs formed a handle that invited curious guests to pull out the antique drawer, which was neatly concealed within the confines of the liquor cabinet. As if whispering lurid secrets, the miniature figures faced each other with extended arms reaching out towards one another. The tiny cherub’s fingers were interwoven as they clasped each other’s grip at the limits of their extended reach! The mystery drawer was located directly beneath assorted bottles of rum, whiskey, and rye. Melissa, in a state of simmering longing, sat politely and took note of Steve’s curious nature. She quietly admired Steve’s package from afar as his investigations intensified. “You’ve got the kind of ass that I just want to reach out and grab,” Melissa informed him, as he continued with his meticulous probing!
Steve grasped the pull handle, and the Cherubs locked hands to reveal the drawer’s contents! He was pleased with what he had discovered! Counted among the items were a variety of unlawful aphrodisiacs and potions! In addition to the powdered rhino horn, was a small sample assortment of every kind of narcotic imaginable! Most notably was a small vile labeled, ‘Adrenochrome.’ Steve cast a curious look into Melissa’s direction, and asked, “What can you tell me of adrenochrome?” Melissa, with a stunned look painted across her face, responded by asking, “You found adrenochrome?” Melissa squirmed in her seated position and raised a suspicious eyebrow. She went on to coldly explain, “It’s a chemical compound produced by the oxidation of adrenaline. It’s very controversial, and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal! Some people think it has psychoactive properties.” Although Steve was cognizant of her misgivings, he looked at her and said, “I’ll try it if you do.” “I’ll pass,” said Melissa in no uncertain terms. “I’m already feeling fine, and you’ve got the only kind of adrenaline that I need.” Undaunted, Steve said, “Perhaps we can share an experience with Satan and Lilith at a time yet to be determined?” Melissa offered an affirming nod while casting a seductive look towards her twisted lover! Without saying the words, Melissa nodded her head in the direction of the closed bedroom door!
Steve poured the drinks, before venturing his way back towards the Victorian Era love seat where Melissa waited impatiently! Just to tease, Steve suggested they both take a load off, so he joined Melissa after handing her a stiff drink. “I want to just sit here and soak in some of the grandeur before we get started,” he said while sitting down next to the frustrated vixen! The love seat was strategically positioned against the wall adjacent to the large image of Baphomet. Steve alternated his gaze from the oil painting to his right, and then to the curious liquor cabinet at his twelve o’clock position. Melissa didn’t conceal her smoldering desire as she glanced towards the closed bedroom door, and then back to the handsome Movie Star. She was highly activated, and the thought of drawing out the ceremony made her feel weary; foreplay wasn’t a priority as far as Melissa was concerned.
Steve feigned respect as he raised his container of Scotch on the rocks! Without thinking, Melissa brought up her glass and said, “Hail Satan!” With a discerning look, Steve raised an eyebrow and said, “I prefer to say, ‘praise Satan’ instead.” In a perplexed manner, Melissa asked, “What’s that all about?” “Well, it breaks down like this,” Steve said. Melissa trained her undivided attention towards Steve’s rugged face, as he finished his thought. Steve maximized the emphasis of the deliberate pause by tilting his head back to accommodate the fine Scotch whiskey. He swallowed down the elegant potion and found himself staring into the floor. In the moment he admired Melissa’s provocative spike heeled shoes with sassy silver straps. Another silent moment transpired before Steve took another swig. He was leaning forward in the love seat. With his face still fixated upon Melissa’s shoes, he glanced up at her with shaggy dog eyes and said, “You are my religion, Melissa! You are all I ever think about, and I will always drop everything for an opportunity to commune with you. If I’m going to worship anyone, then I choose to worship you!” Steve knocked his head back to facilitate the acceptance of the smooth Scottish whiskey and said, “I’m not a Satan worshiper! If anything, my devotion towards you makes me a Melissa worshiper instead.” Melissa secretly reveled in the idea being worshiped by Steve McQueen, so the blasphemous duo gulped more Scotch to cement their good fortune! The liquid courage encouraged Melissa to take the initiative! As if being endorsed by timeless wisdom, she commanded Steve to rise to his feet! “STAND UP GODDAMN YOU,” she commanded! Steve eagerly obeyed, as Melissa violently wrestled with his belt, and zipper! In one fell swoop, she managed to peel him from the confines of the tight denim! Steve rarely wore underwear, and tonight was no exception! Melissa shoved Steve in the chest with a force meant to knock him down! With his trousers dangling around at his ankles, he tripped over his own feet and collapsed backwards into the sturdy love seat! “Now I’ve got you right where I want you, you dirty FUCKER,” she exclaimed while falling to her knees! Without delay, the lusty vixen angrily tugged at determined shoelaces while Steve offered minimal assistance. In no time, she found herself tossing one of the leather Boon-Dockers into the recesses of the haunted and shadowy corner. She hastily removed the second shoe and discarded it in a similar fashion!
Steve efficiently dispatched the remainder of his Scotch whilst Melissa caressed a naked upper thigh with her free hand! With hedonistic intent, she nurtured Steve’s titillated skin while greedily inhaling the remainder of her own liquor! Melissa’s determined hands migrated north and south, gently teasing Steve’s mortal flesh while casting a lover’s gaze upon him; it was the kind of gaze that only true love knows. With a mischievous grin, Melissa gripped Steve’s semi-erect phallus! With a determined fervor she asked, “Do you want to FUCK me, Big Papa?” Steve glanced at her with smiling eyes as if to say, “You must have found something that you like down there! With Steve’s encouragement, Melissa angrily set her empty glass aside! The grip on Steve’s activated phallus was loosened, because Melissa retrieved her hand from unfolding erection. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her super-heated extended palm and positioned it beneath her chin. Upon doing so, she proceeded to drool a puddle of her own saliva into the palm of her delicate hand! He gritted his teeth and clamped his eyes shut, as the impromptu lube served its purpose! “You always get me so hard, Melissa, Steve said with a low guttural growl!
Miniature gas lanterns, mounted high on each of the four walls spontaneously combusted as the hedonistic Pagans stepped foot into the room! With the confidence of a victorious Matador, Steve turned around and fastened the door closed! It took only but a moment to drink in the scene once their eyes adjusted to the dim fire light. The first thing to grab their attention was a lone Victorian Era style chair placed in an innocuous corner in the dimly lit room. The innocuous item was an exquisite example of fine craftsmanship. It came complete with intricately carved sigils, and the worn velvet fabric exuded a sense of foreboding elegance. “That’s the chair,” Steve thought. “That’s the chair that’s going to make all the difference,” he continued. The air, heavily laden with anticipation, lent a welcoming vibration as Melissa drank in the shadowy surroundings. “I can feel the weight of the Satan’s presence, she said!” With cold and pleading eyes Melissa begged, “Prepare me Steve, prepare me for the Dark Lord’s Blessing!”
To be continued…
