Gezza was still standing an hour later and his length ached, as Elena had him at her mercy.
Her hand went back and forth, her warm lips and tongue sucking his tip causing jolts of pleasure throughout him.
His breath was ragged, as he leaned back against the headboard of the motel, the wood with deeper thuds. "This is amazing,"
Yes, Elena murmured, a vibration in his length between her mouth, her brown eyes glittered with the illusion of the Playbook and she believed she saw him as her ideal man-rugged, commanding.
His body jerked; Gezza arched himself slightly, his back hard against the headboard. You are... doing good, he stammered, and he felt good himself.
Elena stopped her stroking, her thumb kneeling deep into the root of his tip, rubbing at it carefully. Argh, yes, Gezza began to grunt, his hips twitching.
She grinned, I know your weak spot, I know, and her tongue touched his tip, already red after rubbing, and the pleasure was greater than the pain.
She breast-wrapped around him, and he felt the warm and wetness of her breasts, and his tip rubbed against her nipples.
Gezza held the bedclothes, the red neon glimpsing through the curtains, a sex-soiliness to his eyes. Damn she is good--she must have been doing this with Mike.
His length jerked, climax approaching. "Fill me, Gezza, fill me, please, Elena insisted, sucking him down her throat, swallowing him.
He got her loose ponytail in his grasp, thrusting deeper, and some of the sticky seed slopped over the edges of her lips. He gasped, the voice of the Playbook murmuring, Finished. Fully tied.
Swallowing, she licked the cum off her lips and her hand, and her breath came out steamy, and her color rich. You came much, she said, opening her mouth, panting.
The Playbook throbbed with blood-red in his backpack, and Gezza sank back on the bed with a thud, its heat scalding his thigh.
And he watched her, with her sealed loyalty, And the spell that sealed. He thought the book had her, but Mike made him change his mind. Who could've told him? Who's seen the book?
His head swam to the mom of Mike--had he done it in front of her? No, can't be her. His hoodie huddled at his elbows and he sat up.
Elena paused, wiping her lips. "What's wrong?" asked she, and in a low-pitched voice mingled with lust.
Gezza brushed her off, and his mind was reeling. Then the voice of the Playbook mocked, fool.
The motel room melted, disappeared into the inky mass of the void, runes washing in the darkness like storm-embers.
Gezza was suspended, all weightless, his spine chilled by the cold, Argh, not this again, he groaned, his breath fogging in the cold.
The voice of the Playbook was guttural and low and hissed like gravel in a grave. "You fumble in the dark, fool. I know answers you do not even want to know. Do you grasp what I am?"
Gezza scoffed, his hands fisting, the runes of the void throbbing with life and throwing jagged shadows over his face. Yeah, all right, I am working it out, okay? Don't really need your cryptic nonsense..
His voice was shaky; it gave him the half-twins. Seeking assistance was as choking on glass--worse than asking his mom to give him cash. There was a silence of the Playbook, the frothiness of the nothingness pressed on the lip, the lines of runes crossed like eyes upon him, nudging him straight.
But Fine," Gezza spat, his mouth set tight, his sneakers kicking helplessly at nothing.
Great mighty book, enlighten me. What's the deal?" He interwove the words with mockery, but his heart was aching, Mike had said--she was right--and he could not get him out of his mind.
The voice in the Playbook was a low one, as heavy as every word. "My rules, then. Listen well. Rule One, their entire name is required. Nicknames, or half-truths are unsuccessful.
Gezza nodded rolling his eyes. "Yeah, got that already. What else?"
The runes throbbed, and the murky bulk of the void threw in circles. Rule Two, I can only bind women with my power, not yours.
The face of Gezza twisted, and a nervous laugh came out. like I could spend this on Mike?
Fuck that." The Playbook was cold-throated and ignored him.
Rule Three, you could take away a name, at a price. A heavy one."
The smirk on Gezza faded and his fingers twitch. "Cost? Like what?"
The silence of the Playbook was a sword, the runes blazing red. "A surprise you'll regret."
The emptiness was biting his bones and he gulped, his throat was dry. You know you are a real asshole?
The voice grabbed him, tenacious. "Also Your seed renews the vow. That brings about Rule Four You need to take them every six weeks, or they fly. Fail deliberately, and the results will hunt you down.
The eyes of Gezza were opened, his head dizzied--Elena, Riley, Mia, each on a clock? "Six weeks? Shit, I need a damn schedule!" He took a chance at pulling his hair, the symbols of nothingness reflecting his restlessness, stirred his strings more and more.
And true love, the Playbook went on, getting down to a hiss, makes my power. I am useless, should she love you without my touch. Once a Name is free, it can never be rewritten.
Gezza also stood still his intention of rewriting the name of Elena collapsing. "So that's off the table? Fuck me," fruitlessly sworn his stomach. The runes of the void were throbbing, the atmosphere colder, heavier.
He put his shoulders square, voice sharp. Okay well that's over with, and how many people know you? Who spilt it?--who spilt it, Mike? The tone of the Playbook thinened, the runes glowing like the blood.
8,963 are aware of me, with your... friend.
Gezza scowled, "He is not my friend, fuck him!
The emptiness was pulsing, runes flashing. A fraction in billions, the Playbook said. "Only 67 living, most deem me myth. His knowledge is rare."
Gezza took a breath that was hitched, and his hands shook.
"How old are you?" 1825 years old Since 200 AD, Playbook answered, antique-throated. I was a matter of a man, and he owned 100 women, overthrew kingdoms.
The jaw of Gezza dropped What The--"Who was he?
"Names are not yours to know."
"What happened to him?"
Naturally, he died, without my rules being broken. Others... fell."
Gezza was turning around in his head 100 women, every six weeks? That insane.
"You juice me up, right? Make me last longer?"
Yes, the Playbook said, there was a trace of humor in it.
Noticed it. What about your power with the girls? Gezza pushed, thrusting himself forward in the emptiness.
Illusion and lust in chains their will. No more."
I Can also like pour lustful thoughts--
"Yes."
Gezza grinned, but it slipped. "Who helped Mike? Give me something."
The voice of the Playbook became icy cold and runes beat like the heart. " Like a cult. They seek my destruction. They are most bound to use his jealousy to ruin you without notice.
Gezza shuddered in his spine and his breath came faster. "A fucking magic cult? You shitting me?"
The runes of the void tightened, their murmurs more intense. You know magic is no jest, the Playbook said.
You swim in my emptiness, talking to me. Its laugh, that of Gezza, was empty-chested. "How bad are they?"
They killed the last wielder, The Playbook said, such was his doom. His body never found."
The panic in Gezza rose, and his arms in the air fluttered in the air, and the runes were swirling more. Oh...no he moaned, thinking of the cold freezing at his heart, and the silence of the Playbook threatening deafeningly.