Incubus

She stood in rapt concentration facing the high altar of the cathedral and the dusk darkness gathered. The last rays of the setting sun penetrated the great west window and cast a rosy glow over the ancient stone of the building. Lisa stood, entranced, watching the colour fade from the old stones as the sun sank, and listened to the organ fugue filling every crevice of the building, echoing down from the hidden recesses of the ceiling. The deep notes reverberated too through the spaces of her own body and she could feel each note tingling down deep within her chest and abdomen. She slipped past a barrier so as to be able to absorb the music from the high altar itself.

As the sun set a darker shadow eased forward from the gloom in the body of the building and started to move purposefully toward the spot where Lisa stood. At first she did not notice this new presence, feeling that she was alone in the cavernous space with only the organist as her companion, though such solitude would be rare in this tourist hotspot. Then, from the corner of her eye, she notice the moving darkness heading unhurriedly towards her. She suspected that it might be a dark-robed church official coming to tell her to move, since she had ignored a couple of signs saying that the area around the high altar was prohibited to the public. Despite the gathering tension in the pit of her stomach Lisa had no desire to move.

Still caressed by the music she became fascinated by the gliding shadow steadily taking form as it moved towards her, though still hard to make out in the gathering dimness of the building's twilight. As she strained to see she made out the form of a man, a good head taller than herself, and swathed in a long black cloak. It struck her that this was unusual dress in this day and age, except for the most exclusive of formal dinner attire, but simply accepted what she saw as the antique attire of some cathedral attendant.

As the man came closer a glint of light caught his face. Lisa became aware of the most penetrating pair of eyes she had ever encountered. Was it the chill of the air, or his electric stare which caused a sudden eruption of goose-flesh all over her body? She did not know and did not care. Lisa's gaze was now fixed on the penetrating dark of the eyes moving steadily closer and closer.

She was hardly aware of how close he had moved to her before he stopped, his face mere inches away from hers, but the feel of cold breath stroking across the skin of her face and naked throat made her suddenly aware of their proximity. She did not exactly feel scared, but held her breath in anticipation of whatever might come next. It felt to Lisa that the look of those eyes bored down through her mind into her very soul and knew every atom of her being, outside and in.

He moved closer and Lisa moved back slightly, a tinge of deepening anxiety adding further to the tightness of her erect goose-flesh. Leaning forward he placed his lips lightly on the outer rim of her ear and whispered words in some rolling Slavic tongue. They seemed to caress her as they passed down through her ear-drum. Lisa had no idea of the meaning and yet reacted instinctively to his words of power, relaxing and making the one necessary step backwards so that the small of her back rested against he edge of the altar.

All this time the deep resonances of the music had tingled through her young form and performed a subtle massage deep within her which no human caress could ever have achieved. She had a great desire to scream.

Without a moment's regard for the sacrilege involved he lifted Lisa effortlessly seating her on the edge of the sacred space. His cold lips traced a line down from her ear tantalising the skin of her throat as they passed. She could feel the edge of his sharp teeth describing a pattern on her exposed pink vulnerability.

Hormones coursed through her arteries and brought to fruition the natural cycle of her body.

With deep breaths and flushed cheeks she expected to feel the exquisite agony of his long pointed canines sinking into her innocent flesh at any moment. Suddenly her assailant sank down. In an instant he lifted the edge of her skirt towards her waist and exposed the sanctuary of her femininity. Before she knew what was happening he buried his face in her lap and ran his tongue over Lisa's blood tinged lips. She squirmed with inexpressible rapture, suffused with sensations which she had never experienced before. Each passage of his tongue impossibly amplified feelings for which she had no words. The scream she had contained for all the long strained minutes was climbing her throat and would not be held back. Arching and writhing she both wanted this delicious torture to go on without cease, and to stop before she lost all control.

Suddenly she awoke - and once again wanted to scream. To her profound horror she found herself the object of the curious gaze of a group of tourists, lying as she was on the Cathedral High Altar with legs spread wide and evidently giving herself considerable pleasure. The organ continued to play its stirring anthem. Her audience muttered disapproval and general agreement that such a thing should not be allowed.

It was a long time before Lisa dared to venture again into the Cathedral in body, but returned nightly in the privacy of her own thoughts and dreams.

Deep in a dark corner amid the ancient gothic arches he waited for the next victim ripe for the plucking savouring memories of each sweet vintage.