Author: Lostboy
Title: Shorts
Summary: Jiri notices something very unusual about Karen, the woman sharing his compartment in the train
Keywords: MF, fd, mc, fant, magic, vamp, squick

Shorts

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Jiri was travelling from Melbourne to Adelaide by train. It was a
business trip: Jiri was starting a new job, but he had a few days to
spare. Jiri loved trains, and with a first class ticket the journey
was comfortable and pleasant.

The season was not very busy, he had a whole carriage to himself, and
was passing the time reading some novels, and looking out over the dry
landscape. Although not beautiful, it represented freedom to Jiri:
huge expanses of space, from which you could carve a tiny corner, and
live without having to answer to anyone. It would be a far cry from
modern city life, with the endless compromises and concessions forced
upon you simply by being so close to three million other human beings,
all trying to get by.

The door to his carriage opened. "OK if I join you?" a pleasant
voiced asked. Jiri was slightly vexed at having his solitude broken
so soon, but did not want to appear impolite.

"Of course, be my guest," he replied, indicating the free seat
opposite himself. She appeared younger than his impression of her
voice; Jiri put her in her early twenties. She was dressed very
plainly, in shorts, tee-shirt and sandles. She looked like a tourist,
travelling light and comfortable.

"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing your solitude, but I'm new in this
country and wanted to see as much as I could. This carriage has the
best view." she said. "I love Australia, I love its age. By the way,
my name is Karen."

"Jiri," said Jiri, and they shook hands, a little awkwardly. Jiri
could not place her accent; it could have been European, but was not a
strong one. She was certainly not an Australian or a Kiwi.

With that, she sat down in the seat opposite Jiri and gazed with rapt
attention at the unchanging landscape. Silence returned to the
carriage, and Jiri returned to his book.

Jiri did not notice immediately, but Karen's posture always seemed a
little awkward, and she kept fidgeting. One rearrangement left one of
the legs of her shorts gaping somewhat, and Jiri could not help but
look when a wisp of hair caught his eye, and perhaps some other
movement that did not seem quite right.

Trying to be discreet, he was surprised by the amount that he could
see. Karen was obviously not wearing any panties, and he could see
her pink lips. Surprisingly, they seemed a little moist, glinting in
the sun from the window. Jiri's mind raced to imagine what sort of a
girl Karen was, and resolved to drag his eyes away.

Then, that strange movement caught his attention again, and he saw it;
it was a tongue! Its tip glinted wetly as it emerged from her pussy,
and it began to lick her.

Slowly, it worked around her pinkness, leaving her sex glistening.
Jiri's heart began to pound, and he blushed for the first time in many
years. Try as he might, he could not remove his attention from her
mystery, and he did the best he could to stay an unobserved observer.

Having covered Karen's labia with moist lubrication, the tongue began
to extend further from Karen's opening, and Jiri could see that behind
its pointy tip it thickened quite substantially. Like a thick worm,
it slowly crawled from beneath her shorts, trailing mucous down
Karen's white, soft, inner thigh.

Up until now, Karen had been facing out the window and had seemed
oblivious to the movement in her shorts. Now, however, she turned
from the window and stared straight into Jiri's eyes with an enigmatic
expression; it was almost an accusation, but there was also an element
of taking Jiri into a confidence of hers.

As Jiri stared, the tongue began to ooze around Karen's legs,
caressing and teasing. She opened her legs wide to give it
unrestricted freedom, and pulled up one leg of her shorts to show Jiri
what it was doing. Her other hand dropped languidly into her lap,
slid under the waist of her shorts, and begain to stroke herself
softly with her clever fingers. A hypnotic rhythm began to form
between the tongue's movement and that of her hand.

Soon she began to sing, some kind of enchanted lullaby. Jiri was
captivated; he moved forward in his seat, and watched all in
spellbound fascination. Her voice was clear and unaffected, and was
in pure counterpoint to the images of lust developing. His penis was
straining, but forgotten in the heat of his mind and heart's passion.

At first, Karen's movements were those of a voluptuary, pleasing only
herself. As she sang, her hand's motions began to entice, to
encourage, to feed Jiri's own lusts. The tongue moved on from
pleasuring Karen, and began to reach out to Jiri, its obscene ripples
and undulations seducing him, and he wanted nothing but to be
entangled in her horror.

Sliding down from his seat, Jiri knelt in front of her. Karen's musk
completed the assault on Jiri's senses, and he was lost. The perfume
was of her body only, but older than history. The scent excited
Jiri's imagination, and he could see mighty kings lost forever in her
Harem, spending their days worshipping her scent, worshipping her
body, their responsibilities broken and forgotten. Karen crooned and
encouraged as her essence surrounded him, he kissed her secretions and
revelled in the miracle of her mysteries.

The tongue retreated, as if to give Jiri full access to Karen's quim,
and Jiri's tongue replaced Karen's own in ministering to her
stimulation. She reached behind Jiri's head and held him fast against
her, and she talked again. The words dripped from her mouth like
honey, sticky, and sweet, but also black, like sin.

"Jiri, I am losing myself in my love for you, and soon, soon you will
love me also." "Love is sweet, so very sweet. It is life, it is the
essence of life" "I eat souls, my Jiri, I eat sweet, sweet souls, and
soon I will eat yours"

As she spoke, the lower tongue re-emerged. Her words seeped into his
consciousness, as they were meant to do, and he stiffened. Her hands
held fast, and Jiri could not tear himself away as that tongue forced
its way into his mouth. His nostrils mashed against her pubic hair,
he could barely breathe.

For the first time, Karen voiced her obvious pleasure. Thrusting her
hips, the tongue was forced deeper into Jiri's mouth, and it commenced
sporting with his own tongue, in a horrible parady of a French kiss.

Karen squealed as the thrusting continued, and when the tongue had
commenced worming its way into his throat, things took a more ominous
turn. Jiri first lost all muscle control, and went limp.

She lowered him to the floor, and positioned herself above him. The
tongue, having paralyzed any resistance, filled Jiri's mouth. Jiri
felt a drawing then, and an icy chill ran up and down his spine as he
realized what Karen was doing. She began to coo and pet him as her
tongue commenced its true work.

The tongue wriggled and thrust deep into his body, searching for
sensation. He felt it strike through his membranes, his muscle, his
bones, licking a tasty morsel, then drawing it into itself with a soft
caress. Karen gave a sigh of pleasure as the drawing commenced, and
her thighs squeezed him. After each drawing, the tongue would strike
out again, until it found more, which it drew with another caress, or
with a gentle surrounding, or sometimes with a deep and violent
penetration. For Jiri soon realized that his soul was tied to his
physical self, and this tongue seemed able to transcend the physical,
able to draw out his soul from all his secret places. Just as a good
fucking could bring the soul of a man and a woman to the surface, for
them to touch, this tongue would touch his soul, then seduce it from
him.

Karen derived obvious pleasure from thrusting into his mouth, and
looked into his panicking eyes with passion, but also a little
sympathy.

As she continued her assault, a new feeling, one of exultation, swept
through Jiri's mind. He did not know why, but he began to welcome
Karen's thrusts, and welcome the pleasure of feeling himself slowly
absorbed by this thing between her legs, absorbed into this succubus
of a woman. He began to gaze upon her face with open adoration, and
the control of his body returned as he opened his jaw to accomodate
her tongue and its ceaseless caresses.

Karen returned his gaze with a heavy lidded kindness. "Freedom,
Jiri," she said softly. "No more struggles. Just give your all to a
beautiful creature, she will take all of your strength, all of your
cares, all that you have accomplished. She will cherish them all, and
even love you, as you love her. For a moment, you will know the
pinnacle of desire, the ultimate ecstasy, have the most desirable
woman on this earth"

As he understood, her assault ceased. She stroked his hair as her
tongue slowly withdrew.

"Your sweet love, my Jiri, is what I desire, and your sweet, sweet
soul. I will come to you when you are ready, when you are ripe, when
you give yourself to me."

Pulling herself off his face, she brought a towel to wipe herself and
his face.

She soon passed out of the carriage. Her silhouette was the same as
that of the tee-shirted tourist in baggy shorts who had entered the
carriage, but this time he saw her as a woman with a terrible power,
fearsome strength, but also the woman he loved, loved above all else,
loved more than his soul.

It was dark, and the train was in a siding. The station was nowhere
to be seen. A long time had passed while he had been laid bare, but
the outside world had completely passed them by; he marvelled at how
she had cocooned them both. With some sense of himself returning, he
grabbed his bags and climbed from the carriage up to a road, lost in
Adelaide, legs wobbly, unsure of his future.

(to be continued ... ?)