El Pacto de Adrena: Un Encuentro con lo Prohibido

The persistent sound of the alarm clock bursts into my sleep, forcing me to wake up. As soon as I turn it off, the murmur of daily city life reaches me, the coming and going of people heading to their daily routines. I slept exceptionally well last night and, upon waking, a sense of freshness takes hold of me. In a morning act of indulgence, I consider treating myself to some moments of pleasure before getting up. The first glimmers of dawn flood my room, and a glance at the clock confirms that I have plenty of time.

I throw off the sheets covering me and start to immerse myself in luxurious and forbidden thoughts. My fingers begin to explore my moist intimacy, while my body responds by curving itself. My imagination usually feeds on erotic story pages or illustrations depicting sensual scenes from past or future eras, a fetish I've maintained since always. Today, my mind is flooded with various sinful fantasies. I discard ideas of robots, extraterrestrials... until I finally decide on something magical and demonic, something scandalously impure. That's it! The pleasure inside me intensifies, the mundane noise fades into oblivion, and my thoughts concentrate on a mysterious black magic book.

It's a book I've been searching for a long time. My goal is to invoke an ancient Babylonian demon, the god of the underworld and lord of the dead, Daromath, the epitome of corruption itself. Others have sought the same book to burn it, thus freeing the world from possible ties with the ancient enemy of humanity, but I... I have other plans.

I undress in front of the perverse artifact, and begin to chant some words. Amazing sounds come out of my mouth; there's nothing human about them; those old curses of corruption and dirt rip through the walls of the dimension, literally, and with joy and desperation. enfermiza, I see a green and putrid light growing like a black and unfathomable form of tentacles and eyes, inflamed and pulsating, spilled out, like vomit emerging from a mouth into our reality.

For a moment that seems eternal, I look at the form before me, and although there is no mouth, a voice shakes the foundations of my mind.

— Mortal women, disheveled and weak, I am what I am, Daromath, lord of disease, death, decay, and corruption. Here I have responded to your call. However, my power is contained only within this circle.

With my mouth open, the overwhelming power of that being seems almost incomprehensible to my mind, but now, this is where I can demand what I want. Frozen in the circle of invocation, it cannot do anything unless I open it.

— Daromath, I, Adrena, have invoked you in my world, which I will give you. But first, I desire a pact.

The eyes of the being flash with light, and then it speaks:

— A pact with you will be celebrated, Adrena, mortal of Earth. I will give you what you want. In exchange for your desire, you will break this miserable circle, so that I can grow like a cancer in all living things, until this planet is no more than shadow and void, eternally dead. What do you desire more than anything? Power? Wealth? Eternal youth?

My heart trembles at the magnitude of the proposal. Although my body shudders at the idea of dying, I feel that I cannot give up what I want.

— What I desire... I know what I desire is impossible, right?

The being looks at me, and it's the first time I've seen it with true attention.

— Desiring the impossible is not impossible for me, Adrena. Whoever you are, I will make a gift to you, a gift from my hands.

Its eyes settle on my body, and a shiver runs down my spine.

— Although your hands are as weak as everything outside this circle, and I don't think you're capable of handling my power. You are so weak, although you can't feel it, Adrena.

And then, I feel a strange and spine-chilling creature surrounding my body. Something that surrounds me, clings to me, supports me, and hugs me. Its arms cling to my shoulders, its hands rest on my thighs, and its fingers hug my ribs. The marks on the skin become noticeable, but for the first time, I don't see blood, instead it's a brilliant liquid that spreads over my skin. It's so hot that it hurts.

-- You're wrapping me up, Adrena, mortal of Earth. My skin, my power, everything I have will spread over your body, and with the power of my arms I'll protect you while this circle breaks and lets me grow like any living being.

Although it initially hurts, the sensation of heat intensifies, and now my body feels completely light, without weight or anything, while I'm chained to that book.

-- I am free -- is what the demon says before disappearing, leaving only a circle of steamy water on the floor, although at first it's black liquid, now it's red, red like blood.

My body, though I've been standing for a long time, begins to float. With great effort, I lift my body, and I feel as if I'm dressed. My muscles seem stronger now, and suddenly I'm sitting on the floor in a position I don't remember.

Suddenly, I hear a man's voice, and the image of a young man with a patch covering his eyes appears in front of me. His hair is short, black, and disheveled, his body is slender, and his face, with his lips barely closed.Oh, you have an interesting body, Adrena, mortal of Earth. The man drops his patch.

— I don't have eyes, Adrena, mortal of Earth, but I know who you are. I am Nex, the only son of death and magic.

I feel overwhelmed by intense lust and voluntarily move towards him. Despite my usual kindness and goodness, at this moment I transform into the embodiment itself of darkness. I extinguish the candles and erase with my feet the circle of blood, exposing myself to the imminent and ineludible destiny that I have just agreed upon.

He charges at me, and makes me fall to the ground, his mouth releasing a large amount of tongue as I feel his fingers scratching my breasts. And so, in the midst of an obscene game, pain, pleasure, and freedom overflow in my body.

— Ahhhhh!

My voice is mute, only exhaling air from my lungs while he lifts his arms to the air, moving his legs until his body positions itself between mine. His fingers touch my vagina, causing instant flushing on my cheeks. He opens my lips and starts kissing me; the pressure of his tongue against mine is unforgettable. I focus on feeling every centimeter of skin on his arms, thighs...

Then it occurs to me something absurd, and without hesitation or stopping, my fingers enter where his patch was before.

— What happened? —I say, and slowly blood begins to flow from his orbital sockets, and I have no idea why I do it.

— How is it possible that you no longer have eyes? —I ask this time, and a slight gasp escapes my lips when I feel his member invading me, breaking down the barriers of what's known, transporting me to an unexplored universe of sensations. It's as if a star were rising inside me, filling me with its warm glow, our essences fusing in a cosmic ballet, uniting our existences in a way... inexplicablely deep. My fingers don't move as the blood continues to flow out of him and I'm submerged in pleasure.

In that instant, I understand this is not just a physical union. He's my lover, and I'm his. I comprehend it. Then I hear the sound of his soul.

I am a man trapped, he says to me. His voice smells like dry leaves and what I think is tobacco. His breath smells like whiskey. His skin smells like sea salt and food cooked with smoke. And each drop of blood is the intense aroma explosion that each movement of his member produces in me.

Now we're both yours, he whispers, and then heads straight for my body. Through me, you'll taste his seed, and you'll become his eternal concubine. Your mind will disintegrate like a corpse yielding to corrupt influence. Your flesh will obey all his whims. You won't have light or hope, and feeling yourself a woman will be what you most appreciate. Every time someone enters you, they'll enter into communion with your demon, and from that moment on, only he'll act if you allow it, and he'll perish at the end of the week unless you dictate otherwise.

I keep going forward, not resisting anything he's said to me. I let his penis go all the way in my vagina and bring my legs around his body.

You're good, I whisper, as my inner walls twist.

My lips savor his flavor of food cooked on burning stoves, whiskey, and tobacco. Very soon, I find myself surrendered to pleasure... reaching climax, gasping alongside his body. And the transformation is so quick that barely have time to register it, letting out a scream while my fingers slide into his skull, and the smoke starts to emanate from him through the cavities where his eyes should be.

I take a drag, as if it were a cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs and soul. Then I exhale and lie down on the floor, arranging my body over his.

And then Nex disappears, along with all fear, and I'm ready for commuting to work, knowing that now I'm carrying it with me, inside myself.Wattpad
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