Johnny Wraith Stories

What a joy it was to explore a supplicating girl, to have her quivering beneath his fingertips as he blew round her fragile ankles! Trembling with excitement he exhaled against her slender calves, between her thighs, and caressed her soft down. Up the slight curves of her hips, across her navel, and over her bare ribs he glided, until finding her folded arms. With gusty tugs he urged her to let go and expose her supple breasts. As tears fell from her cheeks, he caught and swallowed them. When she dropped her hands to her bleeding knees, he twirled her pink nipples with his wispy tongue until they hardened with delight.

 “Caelum desires me and I desire him. I am blessed,” Gayla cried, as her heart kept racing, as her eyes spat more tears for him to taste.

Now it wasn’t only fear taking her breath. It was the blood swelling in her breasts and between her thighs as he stroked her. Each time she panted for air, he was drawn closer and closer to her lips, until his fingers flowed into her parted mouth, were sucked over her soft tongue, and down her throat. Thus he was consumed with ecstasy, inhaled into her warmth, but quickly exhaled, spat into the cold to be swallowed again.

The rapture reached an unsatisfying height when Caelum had been taken in and spat out a hundred times. He had the urge to leave just a part of his ethereal body inside her and couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, she blew all he tried to plant back out.

“If only I were flesh,” he mourned, and then withdrew to hover nearby, head hanging. To her his retreating words were but the whistle of a dying zephyr dissipating into stillness.

In awkward silence, he brooded over his impotence while she desperately yearned for him to return and satisfy his lust. Only her belly moved, rapidly rising and falling with her heightened breath, while his airy, saddened eyes stole furtive glances at her, but mostly they stared upon the stone floor.

Then Caelum’s powerlessness began to twist into anger.

She just kneels there before a flame devouring a dove! Her earthy words are not prayers, but curses against me! How dare Mother Dirt offer such flesh to me just to tease me!

 Foul Bitch!

As his shame turned to wrath and desire for revenge, the winds began to swell again, the clouds to roll together and blot out the firmament. The thunder started back up, and the spire’s high altar continued to flicker, sending flashes of eerie light far above the rooftops into the night. The denizens below clung to one another in their beds, imploring Caelum’s fury be quelled with temple’s sacrifices.

“Caelum,
Lord of the Four Winds, Heaven, and Sky,
Please open your holy mouth,
Inhale the body of the dove for succor…”

The weather still worsened, the lightning began to flash, and the rain to fall as the winds prepared to strike.

The altar’s fire kept burning, sending up smoke, immolating feather, wing, and hollow bone.

Mother Dirt!

“Caelum,
Lord of the Four Winds, Heaven, and Sky,
Please open your holy mouth,
Inhale the body of the dove for succor…”

The earth shook from thunder, walls cracked, and the winds began tearing limbs from trees. 

Sensing her prayers were of no use and with fear returning, Gayla cried aloud,

“Take ME as your dove!”

Still on her bloodied knees, she dropped her face and breasts to the wet, stone floor. As the rain came in and began whipping her, the wind tearing at her hair, she bit down, arched her back, and raised her hips to him.

“Take ME as your dove! I have never been touched!”

Only then did Caelum realize she had another delicate mouth to offer his lust, an even sweeter, fleshy flower, dripping with dew and parting its lips. 

“Mother Dirt! Flesh shall be mine!” thundered the Lord of the Four Winds, Heaven, and Sky.

“This girl shall be mine!”