"So there's this one old horror movie from 1970 that I found on youtube like ages ago that I'm obsessed with called Equinox. It's basically like, imagine if Evil Dead happened to the cast of Scooby Doo. It's nonsense." I said. "wanna come back to my place and watch it?"

Mark smiled. "Sure."

We finished our food. Mark took care of the bill and I left a generous tip for the lovely waitress.

Mark followed my car through the short drive on the I-91 back to my cabin in the woods, the lights p

"Wow, this place is a real dump." He said as he walked up to me, standing outside my door as I fidgeted with the keys.

"Well it's my dump, I'll have you know!" I said letting him in.

We walked into the kitchen to see Artie coiled on the washing machine in the kitchen, her yellow eyes slowly prying open at our arrival.

"Awh, hey little guy" Mark said, sticking his hand out to give Artie a scritch behind the ears.

Artie batted his fingers away, bore her talons, and hissed, before resuming to lick her paws.

"She's just the murder-muppet, don't mind her." I said, taking Mark by the hand and leading him into the bedroom.

Mark had a look around the living room while I fired up the widescreen monitor I had rigged to my laptop through hdmi cables on the desk beside my bed. I took special care to load the snapshot of the sigil I had drawn and brought it up on my phone for easy access.

"You know this place is actually pretty cool. I like the antiquarian hoarder vibe." Mark said.

"Thanks, it's mostly my dad's stuff. He collected all these books when paperback started to be a huge thing back in the late sixties."

"Oh wow, how old's your dad?" He asked.

"Dead." I said.

As he walked over to the bed I finally loaded up youtube and hit play on Equinox. The movie, as with all great things, starts with an ear-piercing explosion as a winged skeleton-bat creature dive-bombs into a cardboard graveyard.

The artifice of my carnal ruse now in play, I dropped the facade, wrapped my arms around Mark's shoulders and waist, and pulled him towards me, pressing my lips against his and jamming my tongue in his mouth.

He took hold of my hips and spun me around, pushing me down onto my bed.

I unfurled my arms up above me as he scoured down my body with his, unbuttoning my shirt and revealing my pale skin beneath. Mark returned to kissing my mouth and struggled off my top.

We continued to make out on my bed, him fondling with my sides and my back until I realized he must have been struggling to figure out how to take my bra off. I did him the courtesy of unhinging it myself and peeling it off to reveal my breasts.

Mark kissed my nipples, and began to grope my breasts while he kissed and licked underneath my arms. I shuddered with goosebumps at the unexpected caressing.

"Oh, um, okay." I muttered.

"You don't shave. I like that." He said.

A pinge of instant regret shot through me at those words, but we were too far now, I continued to race past the red flag.

Mark pulled back and stood upright, leaning over the edge of the bed above me. He pulled off his shirt revealing his flat yet undefined chest and ran his hand up my thigh, taking hold of my left foot and shoving my toes in his mouth.

'Uh oh.'

I unbuttoned my jeans as Mark tugged them off with his left hand, still kissing and licking my feet.

"Ummmm...." I hummed.

"Can you help me out?" he asked.

"How?"

"Sorry." He said. "I've just got a really specific thing..."

"Um, okay, what do you want me to do?" I said, laughing to myself.

"Just..." he began unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his fly "...help me get going."

I grit my teeth and lowered my legs, awkwardly hovering my feet around his groin.

Mark took hold of my heels and rubbed my soles against his flaccid cock. The feel of his rubbery foreskin against the balls of my feet made me wince.

He pushed and shoved at my feet, pulling and tugging against his soft cock. I sighed in resignation, waiting as the little nub of flesh slowly hardened. The whole thing reminded me of rubbing two sticks together to start a fire in woodland survival, or, more accurately, like kneading and rolling up a lump of pizza dough.

I sighed and looked to my phone out of boredom. My eyes traced the curves and angles of the sigil, weaving in and around and trying to trace its contours and intersections on the back of my eyelids.

Mark tugged and jerked at my legs with more speed and abruptness. Then his grip slowed and loosened and he moaned in exhaustion as something warm and sticky leaked all over the side of my right foot.

"Aaaahhhh... aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he hissed in ecstasy.

"Hey, what the fuck!?" I exclaimed.

"Sorry." He said. "I'm spent. You just got me really excited." He sighed.

I shot upright on the bed. "Look dude, I'm kink friendly, but this is really something else! I thought you were getting what you needed to give it to me!"

"I was! You just got me all excited." He explained. "You're really beautiful."

"Okay! So are you going to get me off?" I growled looking into his weary eyes.

"No can do. I'm spent." He said in a guilty but satisfied daze. I scoffed as he shuffled around the bed, looking like he was about to lie down.

"Wha-? Uh, no." I pushed him away from the bed, preventing him from getting on it.

"Change of plans." I announced. Pushing him down onto his knees with my feet and pressing his face against my pussy.

"Uhh... I mean, I'm down... I just don't really have any practice."

"I'll help, just go for it." I said, looking down at Mark's eyes

I lay back and splayed out across the bed, beginning to massage my breasts, holding the sigil displayed on my phone just in front of my gaze.

The swiping of his tongue was just a soft flicking, and focused on entirely the wrong spot. I stayed quiet for a few seconds, until I had to say something.

"Up a little." I said softly, trying to sound like I was into it. But he completely overshot it. Practically lapping at my landing strip, while sounding like he was having the time of his life. I stared up at the ceiling in disbelief as I tried again.

"Down just a little." I said sternly, this time not bothering to disguise my frustration.

He breathed shakily and he readjusted his chin, his heaving breath bringing me more satisfaction than his tongue had.

He missed it. Again. You'd think he had his eyes closed or that he was avoiding my clit on purpose. I sighed in frustration.

"Mmmm? You like that?" He moaned, mistaking my annoyance for pleasure.

"No." I said plainly. Grasping his hair as I physically led him right onto my clit. "There." I sighed.

As the tip of his tongue began to finally hit the sweet spot, I felt some of my tension subside. His tongue lapped at me slowly, but far too lightly. His light flicks pushing out nothing more than the occasional sigh. But I was getting nowhere fast with this.

I grimaced in frustration as I took charge of the situation, bearing down on his face, swirling my hips in circles on his weak tongue. Finally beginning to let out a few real moans. My energy now focused on my orgasm as well as on the sigil I held glowing in my left hand.

The lines of the symbol began to blur in my vision as my grinding became less rhythmic, my moans growing louder. My stomach clenching as my body began it's trembling. Suddenly feeling him struggling against me, until he pushed me away.

"Sorry- I can't!" He gasped, "I've got to catch my breath!"

"Come on! Really?! You couldn't hold out for ten more seconds?!" I groaned, taking matters into my own hands for the last time as I fiercely chased after my orgasm with the tips of my fingers.

"Sorry." He whined, wiping his mouth.

I built up speed just as I got to the edge, letting myself cum with quick little circles. My eyes fixed on the intricate lines and angles of my sigil, gasping out and trembling softly as I finally reached my goal.

As my muscles spasmed, and the blood rushed to my head, the lovers opened the door of the moon, as the heavy breath of exhaustion left my lungs, I felt that the devil waited, sitting in his parlour on the other side. I closed my eyes, and still the angles and curves held scrawled in particles of iridescent strobing behind my lids.

I turned to see Mark sitting on his heels, on the floor near the end of my bed stroking his dick at the sight of me. A look of slack-jawed amazement painted on his face. He started to say something.

"Sorry. I've got work tomorrow. Can you go?" I cut him off, rubbing my forehead as I stared at the ceiling.