Hot Neighbor

by S.B.

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #f/m #fantasy #sub:male #supernatural

Gregory is fascinated by Brian’s neighbor, but he is afraid of her? What is her secret?

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Gregory pushed the white curtains to the side to peek outside and was immediately greeted by a pair of captivating dark blue eyes that could almost see into his soul. There she was again as if waiting for something to happen. He wouldn’t say no to that if it involved her losing her gothic clothes so he could stick his dripping cock inside her ass.

“She’s out on the porch again,” he said, a handful of salted peanuts crunching between his yellowish teeth.

“Who?” Brian returned from the kitchen with a six-pack of beer as he waited for the hockey game to start.

“What do you mean who?” Gregory scoffed. “The brunette bombshell from the house next door, of course, or do you have any other hot neighbors worth giving a damn?”

“Ah, her... I wouldn’t pay her much attention if I were you. That woman is weird.”

“Weird how?”

“She just is, okay?” Brian reached for his friend and closed the curtains again. “The way she moves, the way she talks... She gives me the creeps.”

“What?” Gregory assaulted yet another handful of briny snacks. “That’s insane. Sure, she dresses funny, but she’s also fucking hot, so who gives a shit? Don’t tell me you don’t dream of getting that sweet pussy all to yourself!”

“As hard as this may be for you to believe, no I don’t. I’d rather she moved to be honest.”

“Bah,” the overly enthusiastic man nodded his head in disapproval. As much as they were close, sometimes he didn’t understand Brian at all.

The two had shared a dorm in college and became close ever since. Brian was always the quiet and reserved type, while he loved to party more than a functional human being should ever do. Excesses back in the heyday had been plentiful and not worth remembering although one would stick out forever in his left arm. It was a long, serrated scar of approximately six inches he had received after drunk driving into a police station. Jail time cured him of most vices, but there was one that resisted Time at every turn. Gregory was addicted to sex. As he usually said, “as long as it had two legs, he’d bone it for sure.”

“Seriously, man. Give it a rest,” Brian said. “Katrina is not right for you.”

“Katrina, huh? So that’s her name... How long have you known that, and why is this the first time I’m hearing it?”

“I found out last week. I was coming home when I heard a friend of hers call her at the front door, and that was it.”

“Interesting... Was her friend as hot as her?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t pay that much attention. I told you, I don’t want anything to do with her or whoever she hangs out with. Can we stop talking about this now?”

“We could if I didn’t have a feeling there’s something else you’re not telling me. Give it to me straight once and for all, Brian. What’s really bothering you?”

Brian sat on the sofa, eyes glued on the TV, and sighed,

“Do you promise this will stay between us?”

“Of course,” Gregory joined him, eyes lighting up. “Now spill it.”

“This happened about a month. It was a Saturday night, and I was trying to get some shut-eye when I swear I started hearing strange chants. Not really sure what they were all about, but they were definitely coming from her place. I got up, looked through the window, and saw a bright light on the top floor. The chants were getting louder, buzzing inside my head like an annoying alarm, and when I tried to close the window...”

“What?”

“I saw her, okay? I saw Katrina right outside looking straight at me. There’s no fucking way she could have been out there with a fucking ladder, and yet she was. Her eyes were burning like the very fires of Hell lived inside them, and I tripped and fell backward against the bed. When I blinked, she was gone, and so were the chants. Everything in my house was quiet as well as the outside, but the lingering dread remained. It was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It sounds like to me you were having a nightmare, dude. Is that why you can’t stand her now?”

“Yeah, it is, because it still feels real to this day. I know you don’t believe me and that’s okay, but my gut tells me she’s bad news and I don’t want to see you caught up in things you don’t understand, let alone can handle. Promise me you won’t try to get close to her, okay?”

“You know I can’t do that!” Gregory opened a beer car and took a sip. “If that hot piece of ass wants a piece of me too, I’ll give it to her and it’ll be fucking glorious!”

“I’m serious, Greg!”

“I know you are, but so am I. Your neighbor is not a witch, or a demon, or whatever the hell you think you saw in that dream of yours. She’s a woman, and I love women. I’ll gladly love her pussy and her ass all night long whenever she wants, and when I tell you all the fun we had together, you’re going to cry in your bedroom like a little bitch for losing your chance.”

“Sometimes, you’re the worst!” Brian grabbed the TV remote and upped the volume. The match was already underway.

Yes, he was. More times than he could count or anyone else remembered, but he was still doing okay for himself nowadays. Other than his obsession with wetting his cock, he lived a calm life, with a steady job at an insurance company, good credit, and no debts to speak of. Lessons had been learned as he entered his thirtieth year of existence, though he would forever refuse to sacrifice his curiosity for yet another safe and boring moment. It could take a day, a week, a month, or more, but he would get to know that lovely gothic girl with penetrating eyes one way or another.

* * *

Three months went by and Gregory had all but forgotten his mental note of that day. Yes, she was hot, but so was the new intern at his company, the barista at his favorite pub, the real estate agent that showed up on his doorstep one Saturday morning, looking for new properties to sell, and so on. The world was too big and too full of distractions for one tumescent member alone and the more he got his fill... Katrina became a distant memory, no more than a footnote in a long list of sudden fascinations bound to never be satisfied, and that was fine. Brian would also be pleased.

Things could have continued to stay on the same course were it not for the day when he drove home under a blanket of rain to find the mysterious woman standing outside his house, smiling.

It was the first time he was seeing her so up close and personal. Katrina was about his height, standing six feet three in platform boots. Her face was angular but not too sharp with a distinctly exotic look to it. In-between the heavy drops of rain falling from the skies above, her skin looked paler than usual. Both her lipstick and eye shadow matched the color of her piercing irises. She was wearing a long-sleeved black top with an off-the-shoulder neckline, PVC leggings with a disconcerting array of mesh panels and buckles everywhere, as well as the aforementioned boots with three buckled straps at the front. It was far from the ideal ensemble for a rainy evening, and yet she didn’t look wet at all.

Gregory drove the car inside the adjacent garage, intrigued by her presence. What was she doing there and how did she know where he lived? More questions crossed his mind, but those two were the most pressing ones. Stepping out of the vehicle, he stood at the threshold of the garage looking straight at her and asked,

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, you can,” she replied, with a slight Eastern European accent. “We need to have a word, Greg.”

“How do you know my name?”

“The same way you know mine. Your friend Brian told me. He’s actually the reason I’m here tonight.”

“Is that so?” he tapped his left foot, suddenly feeling quite uneasy around her. Even his dick, which was always ready to grow hard in the presence of a stunning woman, acknowledged something was off and refused to do what was expected of it. The hairs on the back of his neck had crept up at the same time.

At first glance, Katrina didn’t look menacing at all, except when she did. One moment, everything about her was innocent save for the make-up, and in the next, he was staring into the face of a confident predator who had come to collect its next prey.

“Yes. You know how he is, a kind soul always ready to help those in need... you’re the same, correct?” she purred.

“I think you’re mistaking me for someone else, sorry.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” she glided towards him, not a single drop of rain on her extravagant attire. “Not after I’ve come all this way to see you. Brian had so many good things to say about you.”

“So you two are best friends now? Because after what we told me about you, that’s hard to believe.”

“Why don’t you call him then? You can even use my phone if you like.” She handed him her smartphone and grinned. “Go on. I’m sure he’ll be glad to confirm what I’ve just told you.”

“I may just do that, excuse me,” he gently pushed her aside, closing the garage door behind him. He then hurried inside the house while Katrina remained outside, in the same awkward and defiant pose that made his heart race out of control. Lightning split the sky in half, sending blue sparks flying by the main living room window. Greg picked up the phone and called his friend.

“Hello?” Brian muttered on the other end of the line, his voice completely flat and dull.

“Hey, pal, it’s me. You won’t believe who showed up here. That Katrina chick is standing outside saying you sent her to me today. This is a stupid joke, right?”

“No. Everything she says is true,” Brian replied in the same one-dimensional tone as before.

“What?”

“You should listen to Katrina. It’s for your own good.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ll see.”

“Are you done?” she whispered in Gregory’s ears. Startled, he glanced to the right, catching her enigmatic visage hovering before him. The front door was still locked.

“What...? How did...?”

“Shhh, Gregory,” Katrina’s sharp nails caressed his worried forehead. “Your friend told you to listen to me, and that’s exactly what you will do. Listen and relax. Relax... my friends and I have a bit of a project going on, so to speak, and you’re going to help us. According to what Brian told me, you’re just the person we need.”

“What is this project you’re talking about?”

“Nothing you should concern yourself with for now. The only thing I want from you is your attention. Are you a good listener, Greg? I don’t think you are. Brian told me you’re more of a talker. You love to hear your own voice and drown everyone else’s if possible, but you also have a penchant for the finer things in life, don’t you? You like hot cars, hot watches, but most importantly, hot women. You love their curves, their majestic innuendos, and you love to fuck them hard. Whether it’s in a bedroom, on a kitchen countertop, or on the back of a van, it doesn’t matter. If you can keep it up and stick it in a tight pussy, you’re set for life, right? Hmm, don’t try to deny it. Your thoughts speak clearly what your mouth does not. To you, we’re nothing but walking pieces of flesh to be played with, a sentiment I understand, for the truth is I see you the same way. You’re not a real man to me, but a tool for something greater and if that offends your frail ego, then so be it. You can be as mad as you want inside because out here, staring at me, you will still feel nothing except warmth and relaxation washing over you. Relax... relax... take a seat if you wish, but continue looking at me. You must continue looking and listening to the sound of my voice...”

“I... no... what is this?”

“Shhh... no more talking, just listening; no more defiance, just acceptance; no more anger, just bliss... drifting into a state of peaceful contentment wrapped by my words and my eyes. Tools have no thoughts. Tools have no language. Tools have no will. Brian already knows this and now so will you, going further and further down, a tiny dot in an ocean of stars engulfing it. Relax... relax for me, Gregory. You have something we need and you’ll willingly give it to us. You will listen and obey... listen and obey... obey me now.”

Gregory’s lips froze in place, watery eyes trapped in her entrancing dark pupils. His body sank into a maple chair in the living room, his swollen balls responding automatically to the unexpected erotic stimuli.

“There it is,” she continued, “There’s the tool I want, ready to comply with my wishes. Your services are required, Greg. You will drive me back to my house now so you can join your friend in our ritual. Do not try to resist my voice. Tools don’t do that. They only do what the ones wielding them want. You will do as I commanded. Obey.”

He blinked once, and he was already on the road, the thick rain splashing against the windshields while Katrina sat next to him, left hand on his lap and the other weaving even more delicate hypnotic spirals to keep his thoughts subdued. The inclement weather gave no signs of slowing down throughout the whole course, almost as if the heavens themselves were conspiring to prevent vile infamy from taking place.

Gregory parked the car in front of her house and followed her upstairs to a well-lit study that had been reconverted into a place of foul worship. It was dominated by the blood-red pentagram drawn in its center, atop of which lay a bubbling iron cauldron. Brian’s naked body was suspended above it, his hard member being milked by two other women simultaneously. One was a petite blonde with ample breasts and a tattoo of a black crow on the right side of her neck while the other was the spitting image of Katrina save for her tomboy red hair.

“I’m here,” Katrina declared, kicking Greg in the gonads to force him to kneel. “How are the preparations coming along?”

“Everything is going according to plan although this one is almost drained by now,” her twin replied. “Is this the horny one?”

“Yes. if his lust is as great as described, he should fuel the spell for months to come.”

“You better be right because we’ve wasted too much time already,” the blonde grumbled, both hands glistening with fresh, sticky cum. Get him up here so we can get started."

“Of course,” Katrina smirked, placing one finger below Gregory’s chin and another between his eyes. Sparks of unnatural green energy enveloped his body as the witch called forth the powers of her ancestors, raising his helpless body above the boiling pot. Half-open eyes roved the room, immediately drawn to the two black bookshelves to the right, home to a collection of shriveled human skulls screaming in agony, all of them male. Instinctively, he knew he was looking at his predecessors, past tools in a never-ending ceremony of evil intent. His seed was the key, bringer of life where only death reigned, living fuel for their reign of dread.

“Relax,” Katrina purred once more, clearing his mind from the horrors he was not meant to see. “Everything is perfect now. You will serve us well until you’ve got nothing more to give... Relax...”

Lost in the abyss of their shattered selves, the two friends gazed at the hot bubbles underneath as they were milked into pure oblivion. Only their owner’s will remained.

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