The Polished Glass 12
Lost and can't be Found
The demon may be gone, but there is nothing left. The room is a mess: old candles, that mirror, stains on the floor. She knew Meredith wasn’t going anywhere. Her gaze lazily wandered to the next screen playing porn. Meredith is just mindlessly rubbing, drooling, gurgling. She looks human, but she's so much less now.
With a half-whisper between moans and gasps, a tiny spark of humanity remains. Meredith whispers, “Rayeanna, porn, goddess, help,” before rubbing her pussy with no intent to stop or cum. Meredith is still fighting on the inside even if her body just wants her to goon what’s left of her life away.
“Hang in there, baby,” Rayeanna spoke with a confident and measured tone. Honestly, she didn’t know how she would fix Meredith; it’s a miracle the woman is still alive. This wasn't the time to show Meredith any doubt.
Without hesitation, Rayeanna spoke again. “First, I need to fully cleanse this space so whatever we banished will never come back.”
Rayeanna put her bra back on. She had more work to do. Meredith gurgled a faint “no, come back” as the woman walked away from the room. Meredith slow-fucking herself with a dildo, eyes glued to Rayeanna’s perfect ass as she walked away. She was just a passenger inside her body right now. The slick slurping sounds from the screens and Meredith's own ravaged body faded into the background as Rayeanna focused on what needed to be done.
Everything that was part of that ritual needed to be removed from that room: every visual remnant, every drop of wax, and most certainly that mirror. It was the most obvious threat to Meredith’s safety if she was left alone with it too long. With practiced swiftness, Rayeanna bagged what was left of the ritual, grabbed the mirror, and headed outside.
The moment she touched the mirror, she knew whatever she banished wasn't gone. The longer she held the mirror, the more she could perceive small shapes and light and shadows on the edges of her vision. When she made it to the backyard, the sounds of the night slowly faded to nothing. There was an ominous stillness. It’s a feeling she’s all too familiar with. But she was ready. She knows this sensation. She knew something powerful growing, waiting, plotting. She began to hear whispers… louder this time… coming from inside the mirror. The once reflective material had grown pitch black, almost absorbing the light of the night. Two orbs started to appear and were growing in size, as if they were coming closer to a threshold, and the mirror was just a gateway for it to cross over.
She sighed. She rolled her eyes. They always try to come back.
Her eyes glowed in response to the threat. A breeze began to swirl around her as she spoke, breaking the stillness of the night. It slowly lifted her hair and clothing, making her look bigger and dangerous.
Her voice dropped to an unnatural metallic timbre. This new voice boomed with a threat full of weight and ancient power. “Try me, and I will find all your kin and obliterate everything you ever knew. It won't be just you. Everything you know, and even every dimension you live in will be vaporized. I will not stop until everything is gone and every particle of your being is erased from existence. I will more than end you; I WILL delete you. Do… You… Understand?”
The whispers stopped. The glowing eyes blinked out of existence, and a shadowy figure turned and ran back into the inky blackness of the mirrors. The shadowy shapes in her vision faded. The light of the night started to return. Creatures of the night began to make sounds again. A gentle breeze began to blow, and the mirror was black no more. Rayeanna wasn't done yet. She knew better.
She placed the mirror and the other cursed objects that were part of it on the ground in the moonlight. With her final prayer of exorcism and release, the darkness rose up out of them and into the night. It was the final remnant left from Meredith’s foolish ritual.
The glass, unable to hold its original form, aged and faded to dust. The wooden frame soon decayed as well. Everything slowly became a fine sand-like powder. Whatever was left returned back to the earth and blew on the wind into the night. Rayeanna blessed the ground and asked for her ancient familiars to guard this place tonight. She knew she made waves in the other realm. This wasn’t her first time; this won't be her last. For now, Meredith was safe.
The glow in her eyes waned. Her clothing and hair settled. This was a form that only demons of the worst kind witness. Her grandmother is the same. This is Rayeanna’s ancient ability passed through the ages. This human ability is never written down and only spoken of at rites of passage. She was one of the true guardians of this world and took a vow to remain hidden until needed. No one is none the wiser that good won over evil once again.
With the threat finally gone, she had to make her way back to Meredith. He had to get back to that broken husk of a woman who is naked and mindlessly going. It is what she wished for. She learned the hard way there is always a price.
As Rayeanna walked back into the house, she finally knew what she had to do. If this is what Meredith truly desires, then Rayeanna will give it to her. If Rayeanna grants her wish, makes her worship, lets her experience a black woman in real life, there’s a chance Meredith can be saved.
Rayeanna texted her lifeline and contact: “Meet me here in the morning. The worst is over. I still have more work to do.” The silent watcher just responded with a “thumbs up.” A sign of life. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The door clicked shut behind Rayeanna as she stepped back into Meredith's porn shrine—a broken church of misguided need and longing. The room was dark and hazy, multiple screens flickering with explicit and pornographic scenes of black bodies writhing in ecstasy. A chorus of black voices all in ecstasy. In the center, Rayeanna spotted Meredith on the floor. A pale figure curled up and shuddering, fingers working frantically between her legs.
She wasn't even staring at her screens anymore. Her body was ravaged and overstimulated by the uncontrollable urge to masturbate. She was sweating and convulsing from every uninvited orgasm forcing her into pleasure loops nonstop.
“Meredith?”she called out, approaching cautiously. Meredith's head snapped up, eyes wide and unfocused. “Rayeanna? I...I can't...” Her words dissolved into a keening moan as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Rayeanna felt her heart clench. In short, quick motions, the curvy golden goddess stripped fully nude in front of Meredith. Rayeanna's curvy full breasts, shapely hips, and soft curves filled Meredith's vision. She could still smell the hint of coconut that brought her back the first time at the park.
Meredith's eyes went wide with admiration and wonder. “Beautiful,” the weak woman whimpered as tears welled up in her eyes. She could die happy now if this was her last moment on this earth. She would risk her life over and over if it ended just like this every time.
Naked, Rayeanna knelt beside her, gently prying Meredith's hands away from her dripping, throbbing, and swollen sex. Her hands were puny; she had rubbed herself raw. Her hair was a mess; she was in the worst state she had ever been in in her life. Now a black goddess was naked in her room, seeing her at her worst with all of her darkest secrets revealed in one fateful swoop. She had never felt so alone, fearful, or cared for all at the same time.
Rayeanna locked eyes with her. “Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you now.”
Meredith whimpered as Rayeanna's fingers replaced hers, stroking slowly through the slick folds. It had been so long since she felt another person's sensual touch. She had never been touched by a woman this way. Men were always rough, too quick, too brutish. She felt like a thing in their grasp. She didn't feel safe. Rayeanna was different. It's like the woman could see right through her small body and into her soul.
She didn't know this kind of intimacy existed or that this was even possible. That's why she spent most of her time lost in a haze of endless pornography worship and masturbation. She would rather chase the high that only came from pornography and the admiration of black bodies on her screen.
But now Rayeanna was here. Her soft yet strong guiding hands touched Meredith's trembling body as she worked magic with her fingers. She was pressing and circling in all the right ways, coaxing out gasps and cries of pleasure. Every inch of her body got attention.
As Rayeanna touched her body, Meredith felt sensations on her nipples, neck, ears—wet kisses, whispers, and intimate affirmations no man had ever given her. Rayeanna maintained deep eye contact as if she was looking for something to return. “Such pretty eyes,” Rayeanna would say, coaxing what was left of the lost woman back to reality.
Meredith thought she saw a faint glow from her eyes, but she didn't question it. Whatever happens to her now, she accepts it. “That's it,” Rayeanna purred, leaning down to capture Meredith's lips in a deep, sensual kiss. “Let go for me, baby. Let me take care of you.”
Meredith melted into the kiss, hands coming up to tangle in Rayeanna's thick curls. She could taste herself on Rayeanna's tongue as they plundered each other's mouths, all wet heat and sliding tongues.
When Rayeanna finally pulled back, Meredith was panting harshly, hips undulating against her friend's touch. “Please,” she whined, eyes dark with lust and desperation. “I need...”
“I know what you need.” Rayeanna's voice was husky as she guided Meredith onto her back. She settled between her legs, spreading them wide open to the heated gaze of multiple screens.
Meredith watched through half-lidded eyes as Rayeanna lowered her head and dragged her tongue through the weeping slit. She cried out, fingers fisting in Rayeanna's hair as that wicked mouth set to work on her aching pussy.
Lips and teeth and tongue all worshiping Meredith's sex with single-minded focus. Lapping up the sweet nectar, suckling on her swollen clit until she was bucking mindlessly into Rayeanna's face. The obscene sounds of suckling and slurping filled the room, mingling with the pornographic cries echoing from the screens.
Meredith could feel her orgasm building fast, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Her thighs began to tremble around Rayeanna's head as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.
“Rayeanna!” she keened, voice breaking on a sob. “I'm...I'm gonna...”
Two thick fingers pushed deep inside just as Rayeanna sealed her lips around Meredith's clit and sucked hard. The dual stimulation sent Meredith careening over the edge with a scream of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched rhythmically on Rayeanna's fingers as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashed through her.
Through it all, Rayeanna never let up. She lapped and suckled through every spasm, extending Meredith's high until she was a boneless puddle on the floor. Only then did she release Meredith's sex with one final kiss to her sensitive flesh.
Meredith lay there gasping for breath as Rayeanna crawled up her body. She could feel the heat of Rayeanna's breasts pressing against hers, the delicious weight of her body blanketing her own as they lay there on the floor.
“That was...incredible,” Meredith managed to get out between panting breaths. “I haven't come like that in so long.”
“Shh, rest now, baby.” Rayeanna pressed a tender kiss to Meredith's forehead before settling beside her on the floor. She gathered Meredith close, cradling her against her full breasts.
Meredith nuzzled into Rayeanna's warmth, feeling safe and sated in a way she hadn't since before the exorcism. Her fingers trailed lazily over the smooth skin of Rayeanna's back as she listened to the steady thrum of her heartbeat.
Slowly, Meredith felt the fog of lust begin to lift from her mind. The constant background hum of arousal that had plagued her for so long was fading away, replaced by a sense of peace and clarity. She could feel herself coming back to herself in Rayeanna's embrace.
“Thank you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Rayeanna's neck. “For everything. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there for me.”
Rayeanna hummed, carding her fingers through Meredith's tangled hair in a soothing rhythm. “I'll always be here for you, baby. You never have to face this alone again.”
They lay like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other as the pornographic scenes played out around them. Rayeanna looked around the room now that it was free of darkness. The carefully placed screens, curated clips, even the fact that not one white body was to be found. It was something to marvel at. “I'm really impressed, Meredith. You have built something great. You understand us even though you have never met us until today.”
Meredith's eyes welled up with tears and she sobbed. All she wanted was to be validated and seen. Not feared. All she wanted were real friends, not platonic connections. Her life outside of porn had just been a shell. A performance. A means to an end. Tonight was a real connection. Rayeanna could feel the pain and hurt well up from Meredith. She just patted her head and held her close. Meredith's sobs subsided and she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Rayeanna had broken through the fog of obsession and spiritual possession. She brought Meredith back from the brink of sudden death. Rayeanna watched porn as Meredith drifted off to sleep. She acknowledged her own wetness and arousal, but her guardian instinct was still on point.
After a few hours of watching all the screens, Rayeanna was convinced there was no danger and texted her silent witness, “The deed is done. All is well.” She gently woke Meredith and said, “Hey, let's take a shower and go to bed.”
Meredith blinked slowly as she came back to awareness, Rayeanna's gentle voice and the soft feel of her hand on her arm grounding her in reality once more. The last thing she remembered was being consumed by ecstasy as Rayeanna worshipped between her legs with lips and tongue and fingers. Now here they were again, naked bodies entwined amidst the detritus of Meredith's porn shrine.
She looked up at Rayeanna through heavy-lidded eyes, still hazy from pleasure but feeling more lucid than she had in weeks. The golden goddess smiled down at her with tenderness and warmth, eyes shining with affection that made Meredith's heart flutter in her chest.
“Shower?” she echoed softly, voice hoarse from crying and screaming and moaning. “That...that sounds perfect.”
Rayeanna helped her to her feet, supporting her weight as she stumbled slightly on weak legs. Meredith leaned into the taller woman's embrace, marveling at the softness of her skin against hers. She felt safe in Rayeanna's arms, cherished and protected in a way she hadn't since before everything went wrong.
Hand in hand, they made their way to the bathroom, Meredith admiring the sway of Rayeanna's full breasts and round hips as she walked ahead of her. The scent of coconut still clung to her skin, making Meredith's mouth water with memories of how it tasted on her tongue.
In the shower stall, they stood close together beneath the warm spray, bodies slick with steam and sweat and residual arousal. Rayeanna reached for the soap, lathering up between Meredith's breasts as she kissed along the column of her throat.
“Let me take care of you,” she purred against Meredith's skin, voice low and rough with desire. “I want to make you feel good, baby, in every way.”
Meredith shivered at Rayeanna's touch and words, a needy whimper escaping her lips as she arched into the taller woman's embrace. Her hands roamed over Rayeanna's curves reverently, mapping out the shape of her, committing every dip and swell to memory.
“Please,” she breathed, turning in Rayeanna's arms to press back against her chest. “I need you so bad...”
Rayeanna groaned at the feeling of Meredith's slick heat pressing back against her, hands sliding down to grip her hips possessively. She rocked forward, grinding her pelvis against Meredith's ass as she nipped and sucked along the elegant line of her neck.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” she growled, one hand dipping between Meredith's thighs to cup her sex. “I could just bend you over right here...”
Meredith cried out at Rayeanna's touch, hips bucking back desperately as needy fingers teased through slick folds. She braced herself against the shower wall, head tipped back against Rayeanna's shoulder as she worked her into a mindless haze of pleasure once more.
It didn't take long before Meredith was shaking and trembling in Rayeanna's arms, clinging to her like a lifeline as orgasm crashed through her. She came with a ragged scream that echoed off the tile walls, hips jerking spasmodically as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her.
Rayeanna held her close through it all, fingers working her through the aftershocks until she collapsed bonelessly against her. They stayed like that for a long moment, bodies tangled together under the shower spray as they caught their breath.
Finally, Rayeanna turned Meredith in her arms, cupping her face and tilting it up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark with lust and tenderness, full of promises she didn't have to speak out loud.
The two naked women dried their bodies and Meredith led Rayeanna to the bed. Smiling and safe and clean, Meredith drifted off to sleep holding Rayeanna's hand.
Shortly after, the gifted sage drifted off to sleep, another soul saved from the darkness once again. As if on cue, her secret monitor and silent sentry pinged her phone. “I'll bring breakfast. Sweet dreams.”
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