“Helena!” A girl ran up to Helena to give her a long hug followed by a kiss on each cheek then the mouth. She wore a loose, short tunic with a leather belt buckled high on her waist. She turned to the door as in walked Tamara, and the shop girl hugged and kissed Tamara. She turned to Nicholas, and he looked at her long, curly red hair, pale skin, thin neck, and slender waist. To him she looked like a she could have been the inspiration for those ancient sculptures of beautiful women. She smiled at him and spoke.
“Hello, welcome to Krekrymivivlia! My name is Andonna.”
“Nice to meet you Andonna. I am Nicholas,” Nicholas said as she smiled at him.
“If you need any help, do not wait to ask me!” She said with a bounce. “You can leave your bags here at the front, please.”
Tamara pulled Nicholas into an aisle of shelves going from the floor to a fairly highceiling. Before moving further in the shop, Nicolas could hear Helena and Andonna talking but in a language he did not understand.
The place looked ancient with its ornately carved wooden shelves, dusty leather-bound books, frumpy armchairs, with stacks of paperback books covering sections of the floor covered in interestng, old rugs. Tamara pulled Nicholas to a nook with another old chair with a few books laying in its seat. Tamara searched the shelves and smiled wide as she held a finger over her lips as though to shush Nicholas. He looked where she pointed and found a cat sleeping on a shelf.
“Give him a pet?” Tamara enticed him. He used a finger to scratch the cat’s neck and head. The cat raised his head and started purring.
“Oh, he likes you,” she said.
He kept petting the cat as it raised its body to accept his hand. The grey striped, dark-haired cat purred as it cuddled Nicholas’ hand.
“What is the cat’s name?” Nicholas said, turning to face Tamara, but he did not see her and turned his head the other way. He saw Andonna looking at him with her hands held behind her back.
“His name is Peko. He seems to like you. See anything you like?” She said.
“Yes,” he said looking at her. Andonna stepped closer to him.
“Helena said you are painting her, and she likes what you make,” Andonna put her hand on the cat to pet him. “Are you having an enjoyable stay?”
“Yes. The island looks amazing. All the beautiful sights and the delicious food have really made my head spin,” he said. “Yout shop is particularly interesting and beautiful too. I like the arrangement and your choice of books. Where did you get these?” His hand moved over an enormous book with unrecognizable font written on its spine surrounded on the shelf by other nameless books.
“Can I show you something fun?” Andonna asked Nicholas as she wandered deeper in the store. After passing several shelves she stopped in a corner and pulled a massive book from the shelf and placed it on a large, low, stone table decorated with animal horns and white flowers in ceramic vases. A small window high in a corner of the room faintly illuminated the room.
“Come have a look, Nicholas.” She smiled at him and beckoned him with a hand wave. “Tell me what you think of this old book.”
He looked at Andonna as she stepped aside for him to see the book she had chosen. Nicholas looked down and saw a book with a nine-pointed star embossed on the rough, grey leather cover of the book. The symbol looked familiar to him.
*That weird book from the studio?* He thought to himself.
Nicholas stood over the book and let his fingers acquaint themselves with old rough cover of the large book. His hand moved to the edge of the cover and opened it. Thick paper comprised its pages as he leafed to the first page. The symbol on the cover now lay before him on the page,
*Hand-painted symbol. This is real deal whatever it is. Maybe some funny forgery or something?* He thought as he turned to the proceeding page.
The next page showed the symbol painted again by hand, this time in color with orange, red and black. It also now had the two serpents coiled around it. In the snakes’ skin he thought he started to see a pattern or words written in them.
Nicholas turned the page to a blank sheet, followed by another and another until he came to one where he could see a strange fonted alphabet written large across the page. It looked like almost two dozen lines of incomprehensible text. It looked like the someone used a brush to write the words. The page dazzled his eyes as he scanned the page, but he broke his gaze and looked at Andonna, who moved close alongside him, pushing her body against his and held his hand.
“Release, unfocus and look,” she whispered in his ear.
Nicholas looked down again at the page, but her nose in his ear started to excite him. As his eyes again scanned the page, the strange lettering looked too alien to read. He felt her squeeze his hand.
“Just look at it,” Andonna whispered.
The letters began to look different as he stared at them. They almost moved, but they did not. Sounds started to appear in his mind as he scanned the lines of writing.
“What do you see?” Andonna whispered, pushing her nose gently into his ear.
Nicholas stared absolutely transfixed by the writing on the page as sounds and words began to take shape in his mind. The jumble of symbols became sounds with words with meaning, and his eyes read the first page:
[ *For whom shall read, shall read of the book and become one with the book he shall own the book and all it entails for from the blood of man he is not made* ]
“What do you see? What does it say? What does it say?” Andonna whispered then slipped her tongue up his neck to his ear, breathing heavily. “Tell me what it says…”
Nicholas kept looking as more words appeared to him. Andonna sucked his ear gently and squeezed his hardening cock in his pants.
[ *for a man cannot read for no man can rule them ruler reveals when none lives for within who that reads writes and keeps to live for as long the book lives the pages shall teach the word shall bind the bind will give power for those that read write the book offers itself only to those that possess the blood of those that bound the book reader must read must rule must possess disciples disciples possess book for next reader all those that write possess pen of their own all those disciples those that keep the books possess the ink the ink makes a pen write the pen writes the ink all disciples possessed by ruler ruler possesses all disciples reader must possess disciples before book will read* ]
Nicholas looked up from reading and turned to Andonna, still holding her hand but now she pulled her face back to look into his. He looked back down at the book and shutting it, he slid it to one side of the table. He turned back to Andonna and smiled at her, she stepped back from him with a strange look on her face.
“Did you read anything? Could you read anything?” Andonna said as stepped away from him, her hand only limply holding his before finally dropping away entirely. She faintly smiled at him.
Nicholas grabbed her forcefully with one hand around her throat and pulled her onto the stone table, kissing her then undoing her belt belt with his free hand. Andonna smiled wide as he used his strength against her. After pulling open her belt, he pulled her tunic over her shoulders and yanked it off her body. He looked at her thin, tight body with small, perky tits and a small neat patch of red hair over her pussy as he forced her on her back on the table and unbuttoned his pants before he removed his throbbing cock. He held her firm with his arm while his other hand felt her cute pussy. His fingers pushed deep within her wet pussy quickly, and Andonna gasped, her face rapidly growing flush.
“Hhhhmm, uhhhh, yes! Please!” She cried.
Nicholas pushed himself into her with slow thrusts. Andonna sighed and held his arm at her throat. His pace quickened, and her voice got louder and higher pitched with each thrust. Her pussy dripped down his cock as she shook with a short orgasm. Her eyes shut as she sighed and moaned, and he quickened his pace to fuck her as hard as he could. His cock felt amazing buried deep inside Andonna’s hot, wet pussy. He repositioned himself over Andonna and grabbed her with both hands around her throat as he kissed her deeply on the lips. She sucked his tongue in her mouth as they kissed.
Andonna moaned and squirmed with another orgasm, and Nicholas began stirring his dick inside her. She kept squirming and writhing, her moans becoming cries before she started screaming out in ecstasy. He plunged as deep in her wet pussy as he could and began to feel himself approaching orgasm.
“Fill my pussy! Fill me!” Andonna screamed.
The sounds of her excitement pushed Nicholas over the edge. He stirred deeper and choked her harder, and he felt himself cumming so he thrust as deep as he could. Andonna cried out as he filled her pussy.
Andonna sat on her back naked with her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping his cum onto the stone table. She jerked her head up as though waking from a slumber and searched Nicholas face. She gave him a strange smile. He smiled back at her and winked as he caught his breath and buttoned his pants. Nicholas watched Andonna as she pulled herself further on the table, climbing onto her hands and knees as she grabbed the book and set it open on the page with the colored cover design. She sat almost on top of the book itself as she rubbed her pussy.
Nicholas stared at her curiously as she dripped his semen from her pussy onto the star on the page. She then spread apart her legs to press her pussy lips over the drips on the star on the page. He heard her moan with another orgasm as she fingered herself on the book. After Andonna caught her breath, she turned to Nicholas and held out her hand, and he helped her climb up off the stone table. She stood beaming at him.
“What? So what now?” He said. Everything had felt so foreign he almost could not believe anything that had happened in the last several days.
“Well… You must take the book with you and write me a copy to replace it. The creator of this book in turn received his book from me. I keep the bound book for the next binder. All other books only bind the reader. Helena’s book serves to call her if the one bound to book so wishes. The book will tell you all. You-”
“It said I possess you,” Nicholas interrupted.
“Yes… master. You do. At least you will,” she continued. “We all are your disciples now. Your disciples make you. You make disciples. Ah, good. You are definitely bound to this book. Look!”
Nicholas looked down on the page to see the snake changing color, symbols appearing in the snake, symbols that said his name. His name screamed a new image in his mind. He saw a new shape.
“Bring the book,” he snapped as he turned and walked quickly to the entrance of the store.
***
End part 10 / continued part 11
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7r8j9l/artist_and_model_part_10_book_mf_fantasyhorror