Divine Submission Ch. 1 (GlamerinaLune)

[Cadeauxxx]

Divine Submission Ch. 1
Starring: GlamerinaLune

Themes: Supernatural, Mystery, Romance

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.

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Dallas, Texas

Quiet hours passed with the morning sunrise. At dawn, birds could be heard chirping outside. Tall trees blocked the path of the rising sun into the woods, stretching across several acres of untouched land. The paved road broke into lanes of dirt paths leading into the streets of small neighborhoods. Rural living came with the perks of space and security away from the bigger city far away. Everyone knew each other in a small town. The same faces coming and going through the front doors of local stores and driving the same roads. Outsiders were easily identified as strangers coming and going. Some were from out of state, usually northeastern license plates belonging to snowbirds escaping the harsh winter. When a house went up for sale, it was normally sold to someone that knew another person. If not that connection, then maybe it was someone that attended the same school or a coworker. No one could say they knew the man who had moved into one specific large, two story brick house.

Angel first noticed the 'for sale' sign to be missing two weeks ago. The house was directly next door to her, filling her with a sense of deep interest for her new neighbor. She didn't see any vans coming to move in furniture or any other belongings. Only a slick, black Cadillac sat in the parking lot near the garage. The frame shape told her that it was a vintage car with shiny rims and a top. Angel noticed that the car never left the neighborhood past five o'clock, when most of the street cleared out. She thought of herself as the only person who didn't have a day job among the small community. Her work involved the online world, where she was more known by a select username away from reality. A select few people knew of her by her signature red hair, pale skin, and voluptuous body. She was most proud of her curves and the heavy cleavage she was blessed with.

Rather than searching for fame in any form of industry, Angel put her name on the internet from her persona. Some knew her as a cosplayer. Her lingerie modeling and other outfits brought a fan following she cherished. She preferred flying under the radar instead of trying to become a celebrity online. Her fans commented on her humble attitude. Every little thing she earned, Angel appreciated from her social media profiles. She avoided the spotlight, refusing to do nude modeling or anything related to pornography that could give her a reputation she didn't want. Angel felt it was better to limit herself to prevent the lines of real life and the internet from blurring together. At the end of the day, she could go about her life as a regular person and not be noticed on the street like famous models of the past. Angel considered her privacy while looking out from the kitchen window at the side of the house. She had viewed those same old vintage bricks so many times but never felt an interest in them until now.

Before the house went up for sale, a family resided there. A chain-link metal fence divided her property line from the large space. It was put up to keep the family dogs from wandering loose. She missed seeing the brown miniature dachshunds run around during summer days. Angel didn't know the people. Like all her other neighbors, a car could be heard cranking at the first crack of daylight. The man went to work first, then his wife would take the SUV off to her job. Her own home was smaller in comparison to the large property next door. A modest space was all she needed to get by. FansOnly gave her a good income to live comfortably without the goal of becoming a millionaire. The simple life was much easier than anything that came with prominence. All of these thoughts were a reminder as she watched from her window, hoping to one day catch the mysterious stranger who moved in.

Angel remembered the first time she caught a glimpse of her new neighbor. The man stepped outside wearing a black suit. The buttons were undone, revealing a white shirt underneath. His skin was pale, giving the impression he didn't see much sunlight. His face was clean without any hair to form a mustache or beard. Atop his head was grey hair, faded from the natural color. She assumed he likely had black or brown hair to match his eyes. What Angel found interesting was how well built his body was for being an older man, likely in his fifties. He didn't catch her peeking in his direction on that day. The man just got in his car, slammed the door, and then quietly pulled out onto the dirt road. He left a worthy visual impression on her mind, triggering more curiosity within her. From that day on, Angel wondered why he would go out and leave so late into the day. Maybe he worked a night shift somewhere in the city.

Or perhaps not. Angel quickly noticed after that day how lights were on at all hours of the night in this stranger's house. Anytime she was up past nine o'clock, every light on the upper floor of that house was shining bright. All of them were covered by black mini blinds and curtains. There was one particular night where the windows were brightened by shades of red. The strange choice of lights only made her imagination go wild with theories of what was going on inside. Who was this man? Nothing made sense. He didn't seem to have a job and was home most of the time, day and night. It was possible that he had a backwards sleeping routine, but that didn't explain much. If she wanted to learn anything about him, Angel was convinced that she had to meet him somehow. That was easier to imagine than to think of how. She wasn't the type of person to knock on someone's door and step into their life. The more Angel thought about it, she had to form some plan to get his attention.

Her first attempt to draw his attention was to spend more time outside. Angel called a local specialist to have her grass cut. Perhaps that would strike her neighbor's attention since his own yard would need trim work over time. She scheduled the appointment during the afternoon, hoping the lawn mower would get his attention. The hours passed, and no one came out of the door. Some days later, Angel thought if she spent some time outside, maybe that would lead him to meeting her. She changed her mind after remembering she didn't have a reason to spend any time outside. For most people it would've been easy to just go over there and knock on the door. If only it was that simple for her. Her mind eventually wandered in a different direction. Angel picked some new outfits online from Amazon. She took advantage of the twenty-four hour estimated shipping date.

Along the items, she picked up a new tripod for her camera. Over time she had learned how to shoot her own photos. It was better than having her own photographer after the last one broke her heart to end their relationship. Angel felt more confident using the various techniques she learned over time. It was never a problem to have too many tools for mounting her cameras and creating new angles. As the day went by, she waited for the black Amazon truck to pull in and deliver her newly purchased items. It was a few minutes after 3:30 when she heard it driving into the neighborhood. Angel had just finished dinner. She put her feet into her pair of velvet black slippers and approached the front door. A leopard print top covered her busty chest, revealing a hint of cleavage. Her belly button was visible at the ends, leading down to her yellow yoga shorts. Angel swiped her left hand through her long, red hair as she gazed out the small diamond-shaped window leading outside.

The delivery truck turned into the neighborhood, slowly drawing closer. It stopped at the mailbox to the house next door. Puzzled by this, Angel watched from the window, thinking the driver slowed down by accident. It soon became apparent to her that the driver had the wrong address. He had shifted gears and stopped completely next door. Gripping the doorknob, she turned it and walked outside. Angel waved, trying to get the driver's attention. They had left the driver's side of the van and went to the back. On second thought, maybe it was a delivery for the man next door. The Amazon worker stepped out from the back of the truck in their blue and black uniform. It was a tall, skinny man who seemed uncertain about the large cardboard box in his hands. Before he stepped into the yard, the front door of the house opened. The old man made an appearance in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. Angel stood by at her doorstep, watching as he greeted the driver by shaking his head as he took the box. Angel shouted to get their attention as she walked towards them.

"Hi there! I'm expecting a package!"

The men turned their heads, and Angel was met with her neighbor's puzzling gaze. His dark eyes studied her for a moment, and then he smiled as she stopped.

"You must be Angel."

"Yes, that's me!"

She smiled at him, flashing her pearly white teeth. The man handed the box to her while the driver quietly returned to his truck. He was tall with an advantage over her in height, but not in a way that he towered over her. She focused on his face, studying his light skin as he stood close by. The nervous feelings she previously had vanished over the past few seconds, making it easier for her to strike up a friendly conversation.

"I'm your neighbor right next door."

He nodded before replying.

"I know. We haven't met until now. My name is Caleb."

His words came out in a low voice with an accent that made her guess he was from the east coast. If not New York, then maybe another state close by. He certainly wasn't a Texan or a southerner.

"It's nice to meet you, Caleb. I've been wondering who it was that moved in next door. You don't sound like you're from around here."

"I'm not. You're the first person on this street I've spoken to. Not a single neighbor has knocked on my door."

Angel giggled at his remark.

"Well, I would've if I wasn't so shy about meeting new people. I've been thinking for days that you have a nice car sitting there. I'm curious what it is that you do."

Caleb smirked, showing the top row of his teeth. He turned his head, glancing at the Cadillac and then back at her.

"Do you like old cars, Angel?"

"Hmmmm, not really. I don't know a lot about them. I just find something that catches my eye and feel the need to appreciate it."

"Well then, it's a fifty-nine Coupe Deville. They don't make 'em like they used to."

She nodded upon replying back.

"That can be said about a lot of things."

The older man appeared to have an interest in her. She noticed his drifting gaze down to the front of her top at her cleavage.

"So what do you do for a living, Caleb? I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions, I'm just curious. There's something about you that has made me wonder who I'm living next door to."

He chuckled under his breath.

"Curiosity isn't a bad thing. I like to meet a girl who has an active imagination."

"Oh, I do have an imagination that runs wild."

His eyes focused on hers, refusing to glance away after her specific words. Angel could see she had his complete, undivided attention now. She remembered the red lights from his windows and felt now was a good time to mention it.

"I saw the red lights from your windows one night. I've been wondering, what was that about?"

Caleb chuckled again, gazing into her icy blue eyes.

"There's only one way for you to find out. Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

"Tonight? Sure."

"As long as you're not busy with something. Just come over and knock on my door."

A direct invitation for her to consider. Angel was flattered, yet still curious why he would make this offer within minutes of meeting her. Caleb stepped away, leaving her to watch his back as he slowly marched to his front door. She didn't notice the Amazon vehicle had quietly driven off, leaving them behind to go about their day. This unexpected turn of events made Angel stop and think about her plans for the day. She wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her up to learn more about Caleb. It seemed obvious to her that he was home alone. No one was ever seen coming and going from his house, so he had to be a single man. At this moment, Angel was glad she wasn't currently in a relationship. Older men like him were her ultimate weakness. His maturity and calm behavior left a strong first impression. With a smile on her face, Angel had much to think about for this upcoming date.

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5 HOURS LATER

The sun hid itself behind the trees before the sky faded to black. Back in her own home, Angel spent hours going through her various outfits. What to wear? The big question at the front of her mind. She felt herself becoming anxious as the hours passed. Of all the many outfits Angel owned, she made a bold decision to go with something simple. She was inspired by Caleb's own casual look of black pants and a white shirt. She had many dark-colored clothes to choose from. Sometimes, it was better to go with black instead of overthinking. Angel took her time fixing her long locks of beautiful orange hair to flow behind her shoulders. No jewelry was necessary, yet she almost did choose a silver necklace. In her small, wooden box sat many different pieces of jewelry. One necklace with a spider pendant was almost her choice.

She thought about the possibility of Caleb being a vampire. It was a fun fantasy she had about the mythical creatures, but she knew they didn't exist. Science always took the fun out of mysteries in life. But what if such creatures existed? Something about Caleb's physical appearance made her wonder. After adjusting her black dress to cover her curves, Angel slipped her feet into a pair of black high heel pumps. She took one final glance inside her home, just in case she wouldn't be stepping through the front door again tonight. It had been a long time since she had anything close to a one night stand, but Angel didn't fight off the possibility. Every now and then, excitement was needed to freshen up a stale life. One bold choice she made was to leave her front door unlocked on the way out. Crime was virtually nonexistent in her neighborhood. Had someone told her that they also left their doors unlocked, she would believe them.

The street was drenched in darkness, with only lights outside of the houses to reveal porches. Without her phone in hand, Angel had to use the reflections in the small lights to walk towards the metal fence dividing her yard from Caleb's. Luckily for her, she had walked her own yard enough times to know it by memory. The sound of her high heels crunching into the blades of grass was a nice sound contrasting with the quiet night. In the distance, she could hear the engines of cars traveling down the long paved road far off. Angel paid the sounds no attention as she made her way to the front door. It was painted white, easy to see without the aid of any surrounding lights. Upon reaching it, she let out a sigh and then raised her left hand. One, two, and three knocks were heard from her knuckles hitting the hardwood. She exhaled a deep breath as a few seconds passed by. The silver metal doorknob slowly turned around, and the door cracked open with Caleb's brown eyes gazing back into her blue hues.

"Good evening to you, neighbor."

Angel greeted him with a smile after speaking. Caleb's appearance remained the same with the addition of a black jacket and matching bow tie over his shirt.

"You look fine tonight, Angel."

"Thanks! I got all dressed just for you. So, are you gonna let me in or leave me out in the dark?"

Caleb chuckled, flashing the front row of his teeth.

"If you're a creature of sin, then come on in."

An unusual way of bidding her welcome into his home. He stepped aside for her to enter. Angel's eyes were greeted with black painted walls and the shining orange dots of candles in the distance. The door quietly shut behind her as her heels boomed loudly across the tiled floor below.

"Come along, Angel. I've spent the evening preparing a feast for the two of us only."

A short hallway led to a large room with the staircase leading upstairs. Despite not previously entering this house, Angel felt that there had been some kind of remodeling project to change the appearance. That was strange to her, since she had not seen any signs of people coming to the house. If Caleb was responsible for the fresh paint job, he did it quietly with his own supplies. All the walls were painted in a shiny coat of black. Gold light sconces were hanging, some of them with standard lights covered. A few had burning candles, giving off a scent of vanilla wax. Crimson red carpeting covered the steps of the staircase. Up above, she could see a row of white doors that made a pattern of shapes. Caleb led her on a path down the left side of the house leading into the kitchen. It was a large room split with a sink, stove, and fridge on the left side. Off to the right was a dining table where all the food sat on a number of plates.

"I hope you like Italian cuisine."

Caleb spoke as he pulled one of the wooden chairs aside for her to sit. In the center of the table was a black candle burning a slow flame with wax trickling down to the tray below. Underneath it was a white tablecloth. The fresh scent of bread and pasta filled their nostrils. Near the candle was a wine bottle waiting to be opened with the metal corkscrew already embedded. An empty goblet was arranged on both sides of the clean plates with a fork and spoon. Angel had a seat, watching as Caleb moved to the chair opposite of her to take a seat.

"You made all this for me?"

She asked while batting her eyelashes. It was worth asking to see if the older man would blush. Caleb simply nodded to answer her rhetorical question. All the food was ready to be served in bowls and a plate containing garlic bread. When Angel noticed that, she giggled. That was one way of knowing he wasn't a vampire.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just a funny thought I had in my mind."

His eyes followed her as he grabbed the wine bottle and popped the cork loose.

"Does this bottle have a specific year?

"Indeed it does, back to 1929."

He replied while pouring her glass first. Angel gasped at the thought of drinking this wine that was nearly a century old. After filling his own glass, he placed the bottle back near the burning candle. Angel made her own plate with spaghetti and a piece of bread. Caleb waited until she was done and then made his own plate. A few minutes of silence went by, without the faintest sound, as they began eating. The room became so quiet, Angel believed they could've heard a pin drop. Many thoughts ran through her mind. Seeing garlic bread made her want to tell a joke about vampires, but she considered something else. The choice of year on the bottle made her wonder how old this man truly was.

"How old are you, Caleb?"

Sipping from his glass, he waited before responding calmly.

"I'm an old soul. Probably old enough to be your father. How old are you, Angel?"

"I'm thirty-four."

With a grin, he chuckled and pointed at her with his free hand.

"See? I could definitely be one man in your life."

Angel giggled. He didn't answer her question but had a way with words to turn the conversation back around on her. She was beginning to see that he had an interest in her much in the way she viewed him as a complete mystery.

"Is that your way of saying you like to play daddy?"

His eyes never left hers as he drank more wine from the glass. After swallowing it, Caleb responded.

"Some women have called me that."

"Some you say? Does that mean more than one?"

"Yes, indeed. I don't believe you're the kind of girl who would waste her time with a man around your own age. You seem to want stability in your life."

Blinking her eyes at him, she exhaled a deep breath.

"Wow, you must have experience with women to read me like that."

"I do, but we can also say that I have a type."

"A type?"

"Yes, I have a type when it comes to my taste in girls."

Glancing down at her plate, Angel rotated her fork to twirl several strings of spaghetti in the pasta sauce. Caleb watched her slowly eat it without saying another word. She could feel his cold gaze studying her. This was a man who knew what he wanted, regardless whether he would speak his desires. She watched his eyes drift to her cleavage, looking directly at her breasts in plain view. His eyes shifted back to her face when she raised her glass of wine and had a sip. Angel thought about what she wanted to ask him during this conversation upon swallowing the dark liquid substance.

"Did you remodel this place?"

"What do you mean?"

"The walls look like they were recently painted."

"Oh, yes. I didn't care for the way this place originally looked. I take it that you've been in here before."

"No, I've never stepped foot in this house. I wasn't really curious what it looked like until you moved in."

His lips curved into a devious smile.

"Well, then... I hope the dark colors don't depress you much like the blue wallpaper did for me."

She laughed, shaking her head.

"Oh my god, you're kidding me. This place used to be blue?"

Slowly nodding his head, Caleb replied.

"Room to room. Blue, blue, electric blue. That was the color where someone lived."

"More than just one person. A family used to live here."

"I know. They are a distant memory of this place. You wouldn't even know they were here after all the work I've done to bring change."

There was something about his choice words that made Angel wonder. Did he mean something beyond having a new home? The dark interior design made a strange, oppressive atmosphere. The kitchen looked normal once she quit thinking about the dark walls. Below, she could see black and white checkered tiles. Caleb seemed to enjoy the expressions on her face, sensing the amazement she had for his new home. Something had surely made her mind wander in various directions, but Angel felt it was more necessary to shift the conversation back to personal territory.

"I've been thinking about something with you, Caleb."

"Do tell."

"Since you invited me after meeting me, I guess that means there is no woman currently in your life."

"You've made a correct assumption."

Feeling brave, Angel continued with another question.

"Did you know all along that you had a sexy neighbor right next door to you?"

"Dusk has turned to lust."

Once again he passed on replying to her question and steered the discussion elsewhere. The mere mention of that last word made Angel grin. She felt him trying to seduce her, and she was willing to play into his naughty game. Raising her glass of wine, she finished it, drinking the remainder to empty the goblet.

"Do you want a refill?"

Shaking her head at him, Angel giggled.

"No, I've had just enough. This was a fine dinner, but I'm not hungry for any more food. I want something else."

"I didn't make dessert."

"You've cooked more than enough. I don't want dessert, I'm in the mood for something else. Something tastier."

The grin on his face was telling enough for Angel to know he caught on to her subtle, flirty hints. She didn't ask him if he had Italian heritage with the choice of food. Maybe another time she would dive into his personal history, but for now she had other intentions. Rising up from her chair, Angel smirked at Caleb.

"I'm done eating, if you don't mind."

"If you're finished, then so am I."

"Care to show a girl around your fine home?"

Her question was a silent surrender to give Caleb permission to take her anywhere he pleased. She watched him get up from his chair, offering his hand to her. They left the kitchen together, hand in hand. Caleb walked her back into the wide hall she had once seen. He led her down a path leading to another hall and a turn to the left side.

"Are you taking me somewhere?"

"Yes I am."

"Where to, Caleb?"

"Somewhere a bit more private."

There wasn't much for him to show off in the house. Angel was aware that he was leading her to his bedroom. At first, she thought he may want to take her into a living room space and get down and dirty on the couch. Without reaching the room, Caleb shoved her against the wall and planted his lips on hers. She would've melted in his arms had he touched her. Closing her eyes, Angel embraced this moment by kissing him with full force. Their tongues moved together as she threw her arms around his neck. She felt his hands at her sides, feeling her curves as they continued to kiss. As she moaned into his mouth, he slowly pulled his lips from hers and looked into her eyes.

"I want more."

Caleb reached for her chin with his right hand. She felt his cold fingertips gripping her skin as he made her gaze into his eyes.

"More?"

"Yes, please."

Her reply was in a faint whisper. He moved his hand away and leaned in, kissing her again. As their tongues moved together, she unhooked her arms from around his neck. Caleb pressed his hands over her breasts, keeping her pinned against the wall as they were trading hard kisses. Angel moved her hands to his wrists, encouraging him to pull at the top of her dress. She couldn't see it, but she heard the fabric tearing apart. Caleb's hands were stronger than she anticipated. He shredded the dress in half, leaving the tattered remains to fall to the floor and exposing the black bra and matching thong she wore underneath. He couldn't see it with his lips still stuck on hers. Caleb's kisses grew more aggressive as he pulled the bra off, freeing her breasts for his hands to cradle. Her nipples hardened, pressing into his soft palms as she moaned into his mouth again. Caleb waited to pull his lips away from hers as he squeezed her breasts.

At a loss for words, Angel gasped as she looked back into his dark eyes. There was a red flicker among his lids that lasted only a brief second, leaving her to think it was simply her imagination. His hands squeezed her breasts hard, making her moan. The wetness between her thighs was overwhelming her as she felt the leaking sensation. His left hand gripped her right tit hard while his dominant hand slipped down to her thong. Freshly shaved without a single hair for his fingers to roam across her smooth skin. She bit her lower lip as he felt the wet, pink folds. One touch was enough for Caleb to withdraw his hand and then tug her thong down to her knees. She saw his eyes shift downward, gazing down at her pale body. Caleb noticed the tattoo on her right hip of the vampire lips and a diamond in the middle. He chuckled at the sight, letting go of her right tit to bring his left hand to her throat. A subtle grip made her open her mouth, gasping for air as he grinned at her, revealing his full white teeth.

"You are all mine tonight, my dear. A woman of sin full of lust. I do know just what I will do with you."

As he released the grip on her neck, Angel yelled at him.

"I want you to fuck me!"

His right middle finger slipped beyond her wet folds, entering her pussy. She gasped, opening her mouth wide as he cracked into a sinister laugh.

"I plan on doing just that. In more ways than one."

His hands moved away from her body entirely, leaving Angel with the chance to respond with her own body language. The only thing she wanted to do was yield, giving in to his control. Caleb leaned in, kissing her lips again. It only lasted a few seconds. He pulled away again and then took her hand, helping her step out of the remains of her dress. The thong fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of it, stomping her heels loudly across the floor.

"Come with me."

Another open doorway led to a room shrouded in complete darkness. Caleb clapped his hands, activating two small lamps on nightstands. In the center of the room was the bed, made up with silky black sheets and matching pillows. On the walls were strange drawings in what appeared to be white chalk outlines. There was no time for her to observe the symbols as Caleb pressed his hand to her back, guiding her to the bed. Angel instinctively climbed onto the bed, pressing her hands and knees down into the blankets. She heard a belt buckle clink loose, knowing that had to be him undressing. Feeling a slight panic kick in, Angel remained on all fours until she felt the bed moving. Caleb climbed up, joining her as he stood naked, revealing his muscular build amidst the shadows. No hair covered his abs or strong stomach. Angel's focus went to his hardened pole dangling in the direction of her face. It was stiff with slight movement until she wrapped her small, right hand fingers around it.

Her eyes focused on his as she slid her hand up and down, stroking his throbbing rod. If he wanted to order her to suck him, now was the time to speak the command. Caleb didn't. He waited to see how Angel would begin pleasuring him. She started by blowing her hot breath across the head after parting her lips and flicking her tongue across it. She pushed his cock into her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted him. 'Mmmmmmm,' closing her eyes, Angel began to slowly move her lips further down. He groaned under his breath as she sucked half of the length of his shaft and then pulled back, then went back down. Her hand gripped the base. Angel removed most of her fingers, keeping only her trusty index finger and thumb to hold his shaft in place. Another moan escaped his lips as Caleb breathed in. The sounds only encouraged Angel to continue sucking. She moved her lips further down, sucking more of his cock and pushing the head down her throat.

A gagging sound was heard as she pushed her hands down into the blankets. Angel pulled at the sheets for a moment as she tried to find a rhythm, moving her lips back and forth. She closed her eyes hard, squinting as she worked her lips around his cock. Within her mouth, her tongue pressed against the thick shaft. After a few seconds, she pulled back and released his cock from her lips with an audible pop. Angel only needed a moment to take a deep breath, then she resumed sucking. Her lips squeezed around the head as she gazed up into his eyes again. Caleb ran his right hand through several strands of her orange hair. He patted her on the head, as if she were a loyal pet pleasing her master. For a moment, Angel thought he was going to snatch a fistful of her hair and fuck her mouth. Caleb was restrained, watching her every move and allowing her to suck his cock however she pleased. Angel took full advantage of this moment, sucking at a slow pace so they could both cherish this moment of pleasure.

"You know how to use your mouth very well."

His praising speech made Angel stop. She blinked her eyes, still looking up at his face as she withdrew the shaft from her lips with another pop. Her right hand fingers wrapped around the slick, wet pole that was shining in her own saliva. Licking her lips, she moaned to him.

"Mmmmmm, that's not the only thing I know how to use. Mind if I continue sucking?"

"I didn't tell you to stop."

Angel spit on the head of his dick, creating a small string of saliva that dangled from her lower lip back to the head. She pumped her fingers back and forth, wanking his shaft a few times before she shoved it between her lips again. Angel removed her fingers to resume sucking. As she bobbed her lips up and down, Caleb exhaled deeply. She felt his hand pat her on the back of the head again. That subtle touch encouraged her to deepthroat his complete length. She pushed it all the way down her throat and shut her eyes tightly. An impressive size made it difficult for her to suck the entire thing. It wasn't worth choking herself, so Angel stopped and pulled it out of her mouth to breathe for a few seconds. Then she tried again, sucking harder and faster. As she bobbed her lips up and down, Caleb ran his fingers through her hair, collecting several strands and moving it from her face. She moaned muffled noises with her mouth filled with his shaft.

If he wanted to fuck her mouth, now was an ideal time to do so. Angel expected it, but she didn't stop sucking. She worked with concentrated effort, moving her lips up and down as her mouth generated various sucking noises. Waiting to pull her fingers away, she did so and lowered them to his balls. Caleb groaned when she gave his hanging nut sack a firm squeeze. She removed his cock from her mouth again, breathing heavily and spitting another wad of saliva onto it. Angel used her own spit as lube to stroke into the length, making it more slippery than before. To tease him further, she opened her mouth wide and extracted her tongue. Caleb watched as she smacked the head of his shaft against her tongue. One, two, and three smacks were enough before she enveloped her lips around it again and returned it to her mouth, sucking hard. His faint moans were the only thing she needed to hear to know she was impressing him with her oral skills.

"Ahhhhh, yes. I could get used to this every night."

After he spoke, Angel moved her lips to the head and released his cock with another pop, louder this time.

"Mmmmmmm, I could too. What dirty thoughts do you have about me right now, Caleb?"

"Do you really want to find out?"

"Yes, I mean, I can guess from looking at you that you're having deep thoughts."

He grinned, giving her that same look he had done several times before. The one expression that told her he truly had devious thoughts without uttering them.

"Turn around for me."

Without replying, Angel did as she was told. She crawled around, turning counterclockwise as she revealed her booty to him. Glancing at him across her right shoulder, Angel flipped some of her radiant hair around. Caleb pressed his cold, left palm against the small of her back. She soon understood what he was about to do when she felt his shaft brushing against her wet folds. Turning her head forward, Angel closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip. She purred softly as he entered her, slowly pushing in.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes..."

Her soft cries were answered by the authority of his right hand smacking across her ass. The right cheek was stinging in pain, but then he spanked her a second time as he thrust forward. Angel gasped in surprise, then she felt his hand gripping her hair tightly as his cock drove into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh my god! Fuck! ME!!"

He succeeded at making her scream for the first time of the night. Caleb snatched her hair hard, yanking at it as he began to buck his hips, fucking her with his mighty cock. Her plump boobs shook, bouncing underneath her as her fingers pulled at the bedsheets. Angel's eyes widened, staring into the dark headboard and pillows as he pounded her pussy.

"YES!! YESSSSSSS!! OHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"

Curling her toes within her shoes, Angel loosened her heels without second thoughts. They slipped off her feet, discarded on the bed while Caleb continued to thrust into her. His right hand yanked at her hair more while his left hand spanked across the other cheek of her ass. Once, twice, and then a third spank that would surely have a red mark imprinted in the morning.

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARDER!! THAT'S HOW I WANT IT!!"

As she screamed, he slowed to a near halt. Caleb slapped her ass harder, striking all of his fingers and palm across the left cheek.

"You're quite the screamer, Angel. I knew you would squeal for me, but this is more of what I like to hear from my girls. Scream some more. Scream as loud as you can, my dear!"

Ever so the gentleman, his voice remained calm, low, and in absolute control. Angel would've thought more about that if she wasn't lost in the heat of this lustful moment. This was the kind of style and approach to fucking she wanted from an older man. Caleb was proving to be far more than she expected.

"FUCK ME!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARDER!! HARDER!! GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE!!"

Spank! His hand slapped across her ass again in response to her words. She gritted her teeth, snarling and hissing moans as he began to thrust again. Angel panted and moaned, feeling his cock move inside her. Caleb went slow but kept the momentum of hard thrusts. Each one made her breasts shake around, but then he stopped again. Another hard spank on her ass followed with him pulling her hair to raise her head. Caleb slipped his shaft from her pussy and turned Angel around. She saw his face only for a brief second that became a blur as he shoved her down on the bed. Her body bounced slightly on the mattress, her head resting among the row of pillows. Angel bent her knees, spreading her legs wide. Caleb pushed his cock back inside her, and she sighed in relief knowing he wasn't done fucking her. At least not yet.

"You are mine. All mine!"

His right hand moved to her neck, gripping tightly as he pushed his cock into her pussy. Angel brought her hands to her large breasts, pulling them apart to offer a place for him to rest his arm. He lowered his forearm there where Angel smashed her breasts around it. Caleb choked her while thrusting his cock between her tits. His left hand found a warm place at her swollen clit. She gasped, eyes widening when she felt him pinch her most sensitive spot while slowly thrusting into her. There was much truth in Caleb's statement. The man was doing everything to claim her by driving her crazy.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh, my god!! Moreeeee! Please!!"

Crying out words between deep breaths, Angel glared into his eyes. She noticed a strange, red flicker among his hues. The brown color in his eyes appeared to be fading to a bright red color. She couldn't look away as he flashed his teeth in a smirk.

"More? I can give you just enough to handle."

Rubbing her breasts around his forearm, Angel didn't gaze away as he thrust harder. His left hand fingers rubbed across her clit, simultaneously moving in sync with his right hand choking her. Her toes curled again as she gave in, not fighting the rush of her orgasm. Her cry of pleasure was hoarse, almost muting her voice as her inner walls tightened around his cock. Caleb let go of her throat, allowing her to scream in a high pitch at the ecstasy of this moment. Her orgasm had been reached, causing her to curl her toes again and pinch her own nipples. It was by a miracle she still had the sense to rub her breasts around his arm, not forgetting that while he pulled his shaft from her vulva to make her squirt. Some of her juices splashed across his lower stomach, with the remainder leaking onto the bedsheets.

"Oh my god! That was soooo intense!"

When Angel looked into his eyes again, the red color was gone. Could it have been her imagination at the height of her pleasure? She didn't want to believe it. She saw something, regardless if her mind playing tricks on her. After blinking a few times, Angel watched Caleb move his legs to both sides of her. He straddled her stomach and took a seat. Through all this, he managed to prevent himself from cumming inside her. Everything was moving at a fast speed where she couldn't stop and think. The only thing that mattered was that he was now pushing his cock between her breasts. Angel figured that he must have taken the hint from the way she wrapped her massive tits around his forearm. It was now his cock trapped between the soft firmness of her natural breasts, ready to be fucked.

"I knew you couldn't resist my tits."

He laughed in his low tone, glaring in her eyes as he made the first slow thrust. Angel bit her lower lip, purring at him before she spoke again.

"I like to think of this as a little game."

"Is there a score to achieve with this game?"

She giggled as he began to thrust. Nodding her head, Angel felt the tip of his shaft touch her chin.

"The high score depends on how hard you blow your load. I'll win if my tits do their job by making you cum as hard as possible."

Caleb laughed again despite her not telling him how he could achieve a winning number in this game. The entire length of his shaft disappeared between the folds of her huge tits. Only the head could be seen each time it poked up. Angel broke eye contact to glance down, watching the head poke up.

"Mmmmmm, you like that? You like how my tits feel wrapped around your cock?"

Not giving in to her dirty talk, Caleb focused on driving his shaft between her boobs. Angel could feel every last inch thoroughly moving. She watched the head poke forward a few times and then opened her mouth so she could lick the tip. This small teasing made Caleb groan. Her eyes went back to his face, studying the expression to see his aged facial muscles clenching. Lines on his forehead and around his mouth showed the many years that had passed in the man's long life. As he began to thrust faster, Angel cried to him.

"That's it! Fuck my titties! I want all of your cum!"

Licking her lips, she teased him with her playful expression. His eyes were so dark, Angel couldn't make out if he was looking at her face or watching his cock vanish and then poke up in front of her tits. Either way, she knew he was close. That was evident from the exhaling sounds he made. As his breathing became deeper, Angel quietly assumed he had mere seconds to go before his cock erupted between her breasts.

"Are you going to cum for me, Caleb?"

An answer wasn't expected, so she was surprised to see him nodding in response. His movement slowed, but she could still feel his shaft pushing between her tits. He grinned, once again revealing all of his teeth to her.

"I'm gonna paint you... in white!"

So he could talk dirty, she thought to herself. The only time Caleb uttered anything in filth to her was near the pinnacle of his pleasure. He grunted, almost growling as he made one final thrust. A thick wad of cum burst from his shaft, splattering on her chin and beneath her lower lip. Angel tilted her head downward, lowering her face in the line of sight of his exploding shaft. The second shot was a thick, white line that splattered on the left side of her nose and onto her forehead. Without flinching, Angel embraced the warm feeling of his seed decorating her smooth skin. The remainder of his cum shot below her chin to create a puddle of sticky cum that flowed like a river from her neck down between her tits. Only a few grunts, groans, and moans were heard from his voice. Out of breath, Caleb was spent, but he didn't appear to be exhausted like her. Batting her eyes at him, she giggled.

"You made a mess."

"Yes, I did. You asked for it."

It was her turn to grin as he climbed off her.

"Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"I brought you to this room for more reasons than one. I'll help you get cleaned up, and then you can sleep well. All you have to do is clap your hands to turn the lights off."

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4 HOURS LATER

Sleeping naked was never a problem for Angel. After cleaning her face and breasts, she slipped back into the bed to sleep. The dim lighting from the nightstands made her wonder if there was even a socket for a light bulb on the ceiling. It was one final thought in this dark room before she drifted off into a dreamscape behind her own closed eyes. Caleb disappeared after wishing her a good night's rest. She expected him to share space in the bed with her, but maybe he had his own room and preferred to isolate himself after a romantic fling. She was left guessing what went on in his mind. As the hours passed, she slowly awakened to the gloomy room. Leaning up in the bed, Angel clapped her hands to turn on the lights. Her eyes shifted to the right wall, where she noticed the white outlines of a strange symbol. She still believed it was a chalk outline of a triangle with an eye drawn in it. The familiar 'all seeing eye' was one she recognized.

But why was that there? On the left side of the room was the drawing of an Ankh cross. It appeared to be in white power with thicker lines. There had to be a deeper meaning to these symbols. Angel wondered if it could be related to magic. Caleb certainly wasn't a vampire, but could he be another creature? The art made her want to explore his house further. Her feet touched the cold floor, and she quietly ventured out of the room without a single piece of clothing on her body. Lights on the walls showed her the way with a clear path leading to the familiar room with the staircase. Ever so curious, Angel wanted to know what was upstairs. The house was completely silent to the point her footsteps on the wooden steps had a solid thud. Her right hand slid across the wooden handrail, gripping it as she slowly made her way to the top. Angel glanced over the white doors, curious as ever to open them. She started with the middle door, listening to the knob turn. It squeaked open, showing her another dark room.

Inside, she could make out a white bed on the left side. She assumed this had to be a bedroom back when the previous owners lived here. The door to her right was the same, windowless but with a white bed on the same side as the other. Letting out a sigh, she quietly turned the knob to close the door. Her eyes shifted down the south side of the hall, where she saw another decoration on the wall. This one was glowing red like a bright sign. It contained lines drawn like a rune sigil. Angel had seen similar designs in gothic artwork, but nothing like this. She worried it was blood on the wall, but she knew that it didn't glow at all. Whatever this drawing was, it couldn't be a natural design. She walked closer to inspect the red lines. The light reflected a red hue across her pale skin. Off to the left side was an open doorway. Inside, Angel spotted a similar red drawing on the wall. It was also glowing to resemble an upside down pentagram.

As she stepped through the doorway, the pentagram seemed to grow brighter. Angel could make out some objects off to the right side. A wooden table sat with a small white box. She picked it up to learn that it was a box of matches. Her eyes shifted back to the pentagram as she removed one of the matches to strike across the box. It lit a flame, illuminating her face. Something about the artistic symbol gave her an uneasy feeling, yet it was drawing her in. Angel felt the need to investigate further. As she stepped closer, she noticed another piece of art drawn on the left side wall. It was another white triangle with the same eye from within the room she shared her intimate moment with Caleb. Where was he? That was her next thought as she held the match under her chin and gazed at the floor. It was clean with only the wooden planks of floorboard visible. There was no window to offer sunlight from afar. A few more steps and then she heard a door close behind her.

"Make a wish before you blow out the flame."

Caleb's voice startled her as she turned around. Angel gasped when she saw his red eyes glaring back at her. The match held in her fingertips cast an orange glow across his grinning teeth. Her eyes did not deceive her last night when she believed that she had witnessed a red hue in his eyes. They were now glowing bright as the flame to her match quietly burned out. Only he would know if she did indeed make a wish. One of dark desires and divine answers.

TO BE CONTINUED