Unlimited

Kharon was standing near the off-the-job fountain when he suddenly understood Vasilisa was about to appear and he even knew from where. The girl came out of the corner and met the lone demon at once. The man took her in a rapid attentive glance and caught himself thinking that he was interested in her… certainly as in not a new friend.

‘You look amazing.’ He looked at her eyes, getting into her mind. Until now Vasilisa didn’t make him be surprised. The fact that he was handsome Kharon had already heard from her when they had met at the first time. He had also heard the question why not her but Victoria was lucky to have Kharon.

‘Hi.’ Vasilisa didn’t felt confused. ‘Thank you. Where shall we go?’

‘It’s just the same to me. I like walking everywhere. Your preferences?’

Kharon carefully trying not to provoke the girl, with light airy smile, took her hands and raised it to his lips.

‘Kharon…’ the girl astonishingly whispered, staring around and with ineffable joy watching the man.

‘Your hands are cold,’ he scorched her hands with his hot breath, trying to warm them up. ‘So pale and cold…’

She didn’t protest at all as her hands were really cold and the tender attempts to warm them up gave her some cares.

‘Let’s go down.’ Kharon kept on chaffing her hands. ‘Wait. Give me your hand.’

The man put on his mitten on her hand and smiled.

‘Put your hand into your pocket…in the mitten.’

‘Listen, I don’t know what to say. Words failed me.’ Vasilisa with a broad smile looked at the companion.

‘You can try to say what you’re really thinking but you can also lie.’

‘You’d not be able to know what I chose,’ Vasilisa looked at Kharon’s eyes.

‘Of course, I wouldn’t…’ The demon smiled, stroked his finger over her cheek. ‘I wouldn’t know.’

It was about 4 pm when Kharon caught the thought that the girl was hungry among the mess of pleasant thoughts about his person.

‘Shall we have a snack?’ the demon asked her.

‘I’ve just thought of it!’ Vasilisa exclaimed in admire.

The girl had warmed some time ago but kept on wearing the demon’s mittens, holding his hand. She was buttered up with the man’s gentlemanlike things. She grooved on listening his nice timber of his voice and the words he spoke. She liked looking at him. It was understandable. Kharon had created a unique body which was bound to grab. And Vasilisa was being grabbed stronger and stronger by that hellish hook. Kharon was bored and… interested a bit.

They were sitting at the semi-round sofa in a quiet corner under the second-floor balcony. There was nobody nearby.

Almost imperceptibly Kharon moved up closer to Vasilisa. They were chattering. The man was moving up closer and closer. The girl pretended not to be noticing anything and all that was going on was ok. That was as it should be.

Sometime later Kharon was reclining on the soft cosy leather sofa, holding Vasilisa’s hand tight. She was smiling. His fingers so beautiful, long and warm were between hers. They were giving and stroking the warmth. There was laughter and smile. Out of the corner of her eye Vasilisa was studying the man and slowly going out of her mind under the influence of the awakened lust. She insanely enjoyed his touches and stares. He sometimes looked at her in such a way that she wanted to feel his charming stare forever.

In a minute the demon of the lust heard a very clear dream about a kiss… Their lips locked in a passionate kiss and the only thing Vasilisa had time to understand was that she had never felt anything like this.

None of them thought of Victoria. The demon felt perfect. Actually, the kiss energy was insignificant but nutritious a bit. Kharon understood that he more liked kissing and making love with women in reality than in dreams. Women were so alive and energetic, so sensitive and had kindly hearts! He felt his own libido different and more powerful.

Vasilisa couldn’t think of anything in the arms of the seducer but of him. In comparison to Victoria she had many men but none of them were like Kharon. She just gave into her animal instinct and own immoral desire. She didn’t stop the cocky man. She didn’t want to stop him. Moreover, she wanted more and the only one thing she yearned for while his arms were embracing her waist under the jacket was the fact that they weren’t in bed. She’d have never rejected him.

‘I can hardly control myself not to tear these stupid clothes to tatters and not to…’ Kharon came back with the kisses again.

He was still looking at bright and audacious pictures streaming in Vasilisa’s mind. He liked those pictures and their rampageous content. But he was realistic about what was going on: not people and the atmosphere prevented him from tearing the clothes in tatters but price and pay. Vasilisa wasn’t special but was like any woman whom Kharon could indulge. He usually took lives for his services! Sooner or later he had to stop himself.

When Kharon finally did away with his passion, having let his lips rest, Vasilisa saw Victoria’s face before her eyes.

‘Kharon,’ she whispered in scare.