The chimes are ringing. They continue to ring as we dance the night away. My husband and I started this business in the great Chicago Move where people were moving from Mississippi to Chicago. We had to help them get away and fight for life. It was the chimes that gave us our powers. We were like a rare porn type you barely see. An American black woman and an Asian man. He was muscular and tattoos and my body was curvy. He was tall and I was short, but somehow we found each other when I saved him from a group of people. I hid him in our barn at my family home and that night we fell in love.
So, we moved to a different part of Mississippi. A small town where the population was small and we could start our work. We work with calming folks down by the use of chimes. My husband was the first to suggest it and I didn't mind. He found the clients like shady folks.
People wouldn't mind going missing. He asked me to dress up in all sorts of clothes. Put on performances for the guests. You wondering if this moment I tell you. This is where the big reveal comes in and he is my pimp. I was just selling my body. Well, I end up selling something like my soul.
A soul that has a few abilities to it. It all started when I found him taking one of the female guests. A white woman who was as racist as to come. Well, she was racist to me and called me all sorts of names, but my dear sweet husband had taken her to the barnyard. He had his hand around her waist. He had that look like he lusted after her. The same look he gave me on our wedding values. I grab the axe with his name on it. I thought it was a nice wedding gift for us. I put on these nice red belly dancer clothes. I wore slip-on shoes he got me on our 3rd night together.
I was walking through the peach tree field we had started. They didn't bear fruit at the time, but that was okay. I thought if he wanted to fool around then I use his remains to grow new fruit Until death do us part.
I was at the door which was left with a peek. He had the woman chained up and her eyes tied. He was painting on her skin these symbols. I grip my axe Harder this time. She started to giggle in the flirting tone "You know that; Niggar gurl is not worth all this. You should just kick her dirty black ass out on the road. Just running with a true slice of American pie. Somewhere like Paris….oooh, this stuff is so cold."
My husband laughed at the words and looked for happiness. His voice was sultry and rough, but his tone of voice sounded carefree "Well, if you keep talking like that then I might have to reconsider wives, but then again she isn't like you."
The woman started to sound annoyed at his answer "What does she have that I ain't got because you're here with me? Doing things she can only dream of. Every night for the past two weeks. You touch my body in ways no one has." He slaps her face and then grabs it.
At this part you were like girl why not walk in at this moment and chop them up, but I am just waiting for the right moment. The right position where they both are tangled in the body. Also, I didn't want to be rude to this new lovely couple. The look in his eyes as I come in as a blood dancer. Using the same moves he so loves. My hips are in the sun.
He was looking deeply into her eyes as he says in a harsh tone "Two weeks of listening to a white lady bitch about my lovely wife. For two weeks you tried to get with me in our home. Where I built it for her and me. You wonder why I was playing along for a bit because you weren't anything but a sinful husk. You think this is special treatment. I haven't put my cock in your hole. You have never gotten a kiss on these sweet lips, but my wife with that sweet axe I left is going to finish this job."
He walks off and opens the door. Rip the axe out of my hand with godly strength and throw me across the room. He ran over and dusted me off but not before he threw the axe between her legs. He started to cry in my chest as I didn't know what was going on. He had a sad tone "I try to protect you from this she-devil. A person who hurt from the bottom of my 9 hearts. I wanted this to be your first killed as one of us, but after she said those things. That might be too much but better to show."
I started to feel something sharp in my back. Claws were digging in my skin. My blood lightly dripped on the ground as the room changed. We were in some Medieval Dungeon. I look toward the woman and scream as skeleton hands rub on her body. She was squirming her way out of it but grasped tighter as she moved.
My husband grabbed my face and kissed me on my forehead. I pushed him away but he let go like I was a toy. I went to go save the lady but the skeleton hands were already digging into her skin. You ever peel an orange before with your hands then you take off the little pieces. Well, that was what they were doing to this lady.
My husband had a sad look and grabbed me from behind. It was like a loving embrace as the lady's blood was covered on me. He started to rub his hands up and down. The bastard knew the spots to hit as well. He started to speak in a soft tone "Sshh, this your night my lovely wife. Remember the day you save me from those men. Well, those people happened to be at a loss. Lost souls who wanted to hurt me, but you came. I didn't know why you saved me..maybe cause you understood the struggle and felt my pain as they hurt your honeycomb."
I started to cry cause I knew who he was talking about even though I had a limit. This was not my lover, husband, or business partner.
I started to scream and shout "LET ME GO…YOU'RE NOT HIM…YOU'RE NOT HIM." He laughs like the monster he is and turns to a mirror in the bedroom. He laid me down and I was too scared to move. He rubs my feet and I still see the lady begging for life. It is like a never-ending pain.
He started to speak in a lover tone "You played your part well. Being what I wanted you to be. Dancing to my tone, but I want you to dance together with me. I want you to feel what I feel. Tonight, we will make it happen."
He took off the clothes and I felt a burning sensation as the blood made my body more sensitive than the rest. It going through my veins and eyes. Of course, the drum keeps playing. The drums are like African ones with a soft melody then it stops. I started to feel empty like nothing was there.
The monster made the woman stop screaming for a good bit and started to hang her on the ceiling where the bed was and her blood started to drip on me. I almost opened my mouth cause I wanted the same feeling but I got off the bed. I was clawing on my knees trying to get away towards the door but fell on the ground.
I was breathing heavily like I wanted more than my husband came back in the room and took me to the chair. He gives me a drink of water as I finally see his human form again. He started to smile and looked at me again "Would you please do me the honor of becoming my wife in unholy and unhinged marching as our souls become one or close the same? Where you will become me and I will become you? You felt it right. The sins of the person hate.."
He started to kiss from my ankle all the up between my heavenly doors. He keeps talking after each kiss and lick " Hate so strong at times…the lovemaking of ours will be grand…once you become me…you will get whatever you within your power…A power some people want to see… destroy…" Okay, I know what you're thinking why the hell am I getting head while covered in someone's blood? You wonder what I'm going to say.
Well, I am a sinner and I have been married to this man for a long time, so I might as well enjoy the ride. It might be the blood talking. In a way, I did play a part in this little game. I never questioned him since we were together and I'm talking deep crazy questions but when I look into his eyes as a human. I saw them on the same night.0
So, he picks me up and sits me on top of him. I could feel it as our bodies vibrate. Sharp pain as I grow two devil tails, no horns but hoves on my feet, Four titties that have fur around them. I want to see more but the lady's blood drips on my back. It string into my skin. I started to burn as it borrowed through it...I scream in agony or pleasure.
I couldn't tell as my husband already finished his shift. He grabbed my fur and said "Blah Blah, black sheep do you have any woof? You say ye…" I yelp as he slaps my ass before he has become more aggressive and my newfound teeth bite into his skin. He moans a lot louder this time. I started to bite deeper inside of him.
He claws up and down my body. I felt skin tear but this was the best pleasure I felt in my life. Then he flipped me over and opened my legs. He starts to smile and cries. I hold out my hands as I wipe his tears. I started to say "No, crying honey…you finally have me." Then the woman ruined our lovemaking as she fell to the side of the bed. She started to crawl away and my husband went to pick her up. I guess he lost focus.
The woman was crying and begging for some God to save her, but we were her gods. We tend to have sacrificed and my husband snaps her fingers which brings out the chimes. He tossed a finger in his mouth and said "Gross she all dry up after you finish eating. I guess I got to feed off you if you're going to be greedy like this."
I would have slapped him with my newfound body but I didn't know how to use it besides just Now. My husband broke the woman's body and made chimes out of it. It started to ring them and they made screaming noises instead of pretty sound. My hubby looks at me with a pity look "Souls of the unwilling don't chime right. You just get a scream that only angels would love."
After that night, I woke up in my bed and thought it was a Dream until one night I took a man towards the barn. I just got wet thinking about the fun we would have