An Eldritch Pact
Chapter 12
By Nightfuel
“Karl? What are you — Kate?”
Alisha looked almost distressed as she walked into the living room. But … not exactly upset at seeing Karl. More nervous. At least, that was Karl’s read on her.
Kate sprung to her feet, beaming.
“Hey, Sis! I was just keeping your friend company while we waited for you to get home. Good thing you’re finally here, because I have places to be!”
Alisha blinked, looking back and forth between her sister and Karl.
“Kate, what —”
Kate walked up to her sister and put her hands on her back — pushing Alisha down the hall towards her bedroom. She called back over her shoulder at Karl.
“Hey, we won’t be long — just got to chat to my sister. She’ll be with you in a second, Karl, then I’ll be out of your hair!”
Karl heard Alisha’s frantic whispering to Kate before the door closed.
“Kate! What are you doing? Why is —”
“Hurry up! Stop getting in your own way — now, do you have anything else to wear —”
The bedroom door closed, cutting them off from Karl’s ability to hear. He stared after them, amused more than anything. Kate seemed to think that he was here to hook up with her older sister. Which was … appealing, in its own way. Alisha had certainly looked attractive in her standard pencil-skirt and blazer, her long blonde hair curling back over her shoulders, but … Karl was more interested in what he had just learnt from Kate.
Giselle — the woman he had kept seeing, the one he had dreamt of, the woman in the photograph had known his uncle? Of course Karl had figured there was some connection given that he had found the picture in his uncle’s cabin, but Kate seemed to think that they had been close.
And why did all this happen at once? My uncle ing away, all these people leaving soon after, Giselle vanishing and then seeming like a different person afterwards … it can’t be coincidence.
Karl was beginning to feel like some kind of conspiracy theorist. He didn’t usually give credence to the more outlandish theories, but there definitely had to be some kind of connection between it all. And if he added in the changes he had noticed about himself as well …
Karl shook his head, whispering to himself.
“This is crazy. What is happening to me? And why do I —”
Karl was interrupted by the two sisters returning. Kate was pushing Alisha out ahead of her, seeming like she wasn’t giving her older sister a chance to stop and think. Karl blinked as he looked at Alisha. Had she … changed? She’d taken the blazer off, and was wearing the same white button-up shirt, but was the skirt a different colour now? Karl was sure it had been a light grey, but now it looked black? It was hard to tell, since it was the same style, but Karl thought it might be a little … shorter?
Kate steered Alisha over to the living room, and then gave Karl a cheery smile.
“Lovely chatting to you, Karl. what I said, now. You two have fun! I’m off!”
Kate patted her sister on her bum, making Alisha jump. Alisha glared at her younger sister.
“Where are you going? Kate, this really isn’t —”
“Sorry, Alisha! I’m late. Catch you later, Karl! I won’t be back until it’s dark, so … yeah.”
Kate winked at Karl, and then she grabbed her coat and was out the door. Alisha stood for a moment, looking incredibly embarrassed, before sitting down on the sofa across from Karl. She crossed one leg over the other, hiding her hands in her lap. Going by how much smooth thigh she was displaying, Karl was now almost positive that she had changed skirts. It hadn’t been that short when she walked in the door.
Alisha gave Karl a nervous smile, seeming very unsure of herself.
“I’m so sorry about that, Karl. My sister can get a little … um, never mind. I hope she didn’t say anything too strange before I got here?”
Alisha was blushing — quite prettily, Karl thought — and seemed hopeful that her sister hadn’t embarrassed her in her some way. He didn’t care though. As soon as Alisha had walked out, as soon as Kate had left and they were alone … it was like a switch had been flipped.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Alisha, eyeing her hungrily.
Alisha kept talking, but Karl wasn’t listening. He murmured something in reply … it didn’t matter. He was dimly aware that something was going on, that he hadn’t come here intending to do anything with Alisha … but it didn’t matter. He wanted her, and he could tell that she wanted him too.
Alisha was responding to Karl’s intense regard. She was shifting about on the sofa, adjusting her skirt — but seeming to be accomplishing nothing but hiking it higher to expose even more thigh. A button on her white shirt somehow came undone, exposing even more soft cleavage.
When Alisha asked Karl if he wanted another drink, he stood up as well — walking after her as she picked up the empty glasses.
Karl followed Alisha into the kitchen as she carried the glasses, his eyes focused intently on her swaying hips and ass. He shouldn’t be doing this. He knew that. But … he just couldn’t seem to think of a reason not to. Jessica … Jess wasn’t even a concern, as awful as that sounded. After this morning, when she’d ively let him do whatever he wanted to her, the way he perceived her had changed. It was like Karl couldn’t conceive of his girlfriend having a problem with him fucking Alisha.
There wasn’t even any of the additional moral hangups that he’d had with Amanda … not that that had stopped Karl at the time. It was like there was only one thing that was worth focusing on. Karl was here, alone with a beautiful woman. And he knew he could fuck her.
Karl couldn’t focus on anything else.
When Alisha reached the sink, Karl moved close behind her, gripping the counter on either side of her and pinning her in place. When he pressed the bulge of his erection against her curvy ass, Alisha gasped. She hung her head for a moment, and then drew in a shuddering breath. Alisha pushed her backside against Karl’s crotch, pressing her ass hard against the bulge in his pants.
Karl nuzzled Alisha, moving her long blonde hair aside so that he could kiss her neck. The older woman gasped again, then moaned.
“Karl …”
Karl didn’t bother replying, he reached around the front of her and started unbuttoning her shirt. Alisha stood, trembling within his arms, pushing her bum back against his crotch in shallow little thrusts. She helped him strip her shirt off.
Alisha moaned again when Karl grabbed her breasts over her bra, squeezing her tits roughly. They were even bigger than he realised. Alisha was the one to reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, letting it full forward and onto the ground at her feet. Karl groped her bare breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples. Sinking his fingers deep into the soft and yielding flesh.
Alisha moaned even louder.
“Oh, god … Fuck, I can’t believe this is actually happening …”
Karl let go of her tits only long enough to take off her skirt. His dick was throbbing, and he desperately needed to fuck. He unzipped the top of Alisha’s skirt, and yanked it down over her hips and the curve of her full ass. He paused when he’d stripped her down to nothing but her underwear, taking it all in. Alisha had changed more than her skirt.
Part of Karl distantly wondered what Kate had said to her sister to make her do it. Unless it was on her own initiative? Whatever the reason, Alisha was wearing a truly risqué pair of panties — more lace and mesh than actual cloth.
Karl took a few steps back, whistling under his breath as he ired the view. Alisha turned, hugging herself under her breasts as she gave Karl a nervous and unsure smile. Karl barely noticed her hesitancy — she looked gorgeous.
Alisha’s long blonde hair hung messily over her shoulders, the bottom curls reaching the upper swell of her large, pale breasts. Her pink nipples were erect, standing at attention and slightly swollen from Karl pinching at them. Her belly was trim, the flare of her hips delicious, and her underwear … Alisha’s panties hugged her hips, accentuating her waist, and were partly see-through — the soft curls of her trimmed pubic hair visible through the skimpy fabric.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Karl licked his lips as he stared at Alisha, barely ing her cheeks flaming pink at his words. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. All his attention was on her body, it was like he could feel her. Feel what she was thinking. Alisha shivered, goosebumps appearing on her arms and breasts as he stared at her.
Alisha took a step closer, still smiling nervously at him.
“Karl, I wasn’t planning this, but — eep!”
Alisha let out a cute little squeak as Karl grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. She flailed for a second, before he sat her down on top of the kitchen counter. Alisha stared at Karl with wide eyes — eyes that widened even more when he took hold of her by the knees and spread her thighs apart.
Taking only a moment to stare at her heaving chest, iring her full and heavy breasts, Karl knelt down on the kitchen floor. He was the perfect height, his face staring right at her panty-covered crotch. Karl could see the damp spot on the front of her underwear, darkening the mesh and lace.
Karl pressed his mouth to Alisha’s inner thigh, kissing her softly, as he hooked a finger through the crotch of her panties. He felt the back of his finger kiss the wet lips of her sex, and then he was tugging Alisha’s underwear to the side, exposing her pussy.
Alisha’s face was beet red, but if anything she parted her thighs even wider. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Karl’s hair, holding on, but nothing more than that.
Karl leant forward more, his breath hot on Alisha’s exposed pussy. He extended his tongue, tracing the length of her sex from top to bottom. Alisha gasped, arching her back as she scooted to the very edge of the countertop.
She tasted … good.
Karl licked her again, using his free hand to spread the lips of her pussy, exposing her pink and glistening insides. He delved deeper, thrusting his tongue inside, curling it. Tasting her. When he moved his attention to Alisha’s clit, circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, she started to buck her hips so much that he had to hold her in place so that she wouldn’t fall off the counter.
“Oh fuck … oh fuck!”
Alisha was moaning loudly above him as he ate her out. It filled Karl with a sense of power, a sense that this was right as he pleasured her. He could feel every twitch of her body. Karl reached behind Alisha, gripping her ass tight as he pleasured her. Her juices were coating his lips and face, her arousal growing until she was almost frantic as she humped her hips forward at him. She writhed, her body flushed and slick with sweat.
Karl felt Alisha’s thighs tremble on either side of his head … and then she was coming. She cried out, her breath coming in short and sharp gasps. Alisha’s pussy was twitching, clamping down around his fingers and tongue. Her juices flowing. Karl kept up with his oral assault until she started to wordlessly beg him for mercy, trying to push him away as the pleasure turned into almost pain. The sensations too intense.
Karl got to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Alisha was seated on the counter, her thighs splayed widely apart — her skin flushed pink, rivulets of sweat running down between her heaving breasts. Her eyes were partly closed as she recovered from her climax.
Karl didn’t think that she even noticed as he quickly stripped off, his dick hard and throbbing. He moved between her legs, aiming the head of his dick at her slick opening. Alisha didn’t realise what he was doing until the thick head of his shaft started to part the lips of her sex — entering her.
“… oh, fuck …”
Alisha whimpered, but reached out for Karl, drawing him close to her as he sunk inch after inch inside her tight depths. When he was all the way inside, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Alisha was gasping by his ear.
“Oh fuck, so big — so fucking big! Oh god, you’re so fucking deep!”
Karl grabbed the back of Alisha’s head, twining his fingers in her long blonde hair. He tilted her head back, looking down into her face, noting her lust-glazed eyes. He bent down and kissed her for the first time, sliding his tongue into her mouth.
Alisha kissed him back frantically, with more enthusiasm than skill. Only breaking the kiss when he started to thrust.
“Oh — oh — fuu-uck!”
Alisha gasped out erratically as her body shook — Karl didn’t bother slowly ramping things up. He just started fucking, pounding his dick into her so hard that only his grip on her kept her in place on the countertop. He could feel her breasts brushing up against his chest, her nipples hard and erect. He looked into her eyes as he fucked her, seeing the familiar haze of ecstasy that he’d seen so often in Jessica.
Karl felt Alisha climax again, felt her pussy clamp and rippling around his thrusting member. He didn’t stop for even a moment though. He just kept thrusting, pounding himself into Alisha with a sense of urgency that he had rarely felt before. If Kate had walked back in, hell — if even Jessica had suddenly appeared before them — Karl didn’t think he would have stopped. Nothing else mattered except fulfilling his own pleasure.