City Of The Dead

"City of the dead." Lilye whispered as she walked through the darkness with her younger sister, a stuffed messenger bag bouncing against her hip with each step she took. "One of the N'Orleans most famous attractions."

"I know." Xiamara replied in excitement as they wandered between the tall tombstones, running her fingers along the marble and concrete. "I like it here."

"Just keep an eye out." The elder reminded her with a grin as she twirled a potato peeler along her fingers with one hand and had a flashlight trained on the ground so that she would not trip with the other. "All kinds of creeps hang out here. We should know since we're the worst."

They laughed about that, the sound echoing evilly around them and actually scaring off the bums and thieves that were lurking in the darkness. The dirty men had been planning on attacking the sisters, mugging theme and perhaps raping them, but the insane sound that left them made them think differently.

"Holy crap." Their laughter died suddenly as Xiamara elbowed her sister and pointed up towards one of the larger tombs. They both stared at it before the laughter came back. "Found him!"

"Dr Facilier, the Shadow Man of mid-ninteen-twenties." Lilye plopped down onto the dirty ground, opening her bag and pulling out some items. She handed some candles to her sister who already knew to position them in a circle around the tomb, but not to light them just yet. The elder of the two pulled out a box, opening it and carefully pulling out the top card and setting it down in front of the largest of the eight candles, right in front of her.

"The incense or the powder now?" Xiamara asked as she pulled a cloth bag out, bouncing it carefully in her hand.

"Powder. Follow the line of the candles." She made a motion with her fingers to indicate the direction that it should go. "And then light the candles, same direction." She worked on setting up the incense on either side of the tarot card, and then positioned a knife on the right side, just below the incense burner and a chalice on the left.

When Xiamara returned and took her place behind her sister, planting her hands on the elder woman's shoulders as she lit the incense. They had talked this over several times and she knew not to let go no matter what happened and that it was vital that they stay touching.

Lilye began to chant syllables and vowels that would have made no sense to anyone else who happened to stumble onto the ritual but made perfect sense to the women. As the chant picked up speed there was an unearthly wind that shook the flames of the candles, causing the powder to catch fire and the tombstone to be surrounded by a ring of purple-tinted fire. The wind began to swirl around the tombstone in a wider circle that included girls, pulling hazy purple smoke into the air as the light of the fire caused the sister's eyes to take on an unearthly glow.

The tombstone began to crack and transform into a mask, the jaws being pryed open by the purple smoke that reached in and wrapped around something within the green light that spilled from the mask. Lilye watched for a moment as the winds whipped around them before calmly picking up the knife and slicing open her wrist, allowing a drop of blood to drop onto the Death card but catching the rest with the chalice, filling it up half way. She handed the knife to her sister who did the same, always keeping one hand on her sister's shoulder.

The bloodied card began to glow as the smoke from the incence and burning powder wrapped around it and lifted it from the ground. Lilye continued to chant as she set the chalice down in the card's spot.

The smoke that had reached into the jaws of the mask began to move again, slowly pulling back out of the green haze and dragging two figures out of it. A man and his shadow were dropped within the burning circle, dazed and unmoving.

"Dr Facilier." The sister's said in one, echoing voice, causing the voodoo master to look up at the two of them, his violet eyes narrowing suspeciously even as the smoke moved past him and his shadows to bar off the jaws. "We are giving you the chance to live again."

"And what do you get out of it?" He asked them, his accent thicker than usual in his daze. His shadow stayed close to him, looking back and forth between the blocked jaws and the two women.

"Simple." Lilye spoke alone this time, lifting the chalice of blood carefully. "We get you and your powers. For you to live again, to gain the power and money you desire, you need... subsistence."

"We will be your subsitence in exchange for your loyalty." Xiamara continued where her sister left off seamlessly and without a pause in the rythem of their words.

Facilier glanced at his shadow and then back at the jaws of the other side before nodding in agreement. Although he was not going to bend to the woman's will, he was willing to play along with their game. "Fine."

"Then drink." Lilye and Xiamara leaned forward together, the elder extending the chalice through the flames that wrapped around her wrist but did not burn her. She kept her eyes on him as he took the chalice warily, frowning down at the blood for a moment before shrugging and gulping it down.

It was then that the purple flames shot upwards, creating a dome around Facilier, the smoke forcing the mask's jaws closed and sealing it back within the tombstone that was now blank. Then the flames went out, leaving the cemetary pitch black and splotches of light in the vision of the three adults, plus shadow, that were there.

"Name's Katateros. Lilye Katateros." The elder sister began to gather the supplies used in the ritual as the younger sister gathered the candles. "That's my sister-"

"Xiamara." The young one interrupted as she dumped the candles into the messenger bag.

"Enchante." Facilier drawled as he bowed to him in a grand, sweeping manner. His shadow slid around the girls without them noticing as he walked towards them. "Lilye, Xiamara." He growled their names out in a low, seductive tone a second before his shadow grabbed a hold of the older one and he had the younger one pinned back against a tombstone. He dipped his head down to her neck, casually sniffing her hair in a manner that made her shiver.

Shadow's laugh could be heard from nearby where he had wrestled Lilye down to the cold, hard stone using her shadow against her. He had snatched her hands and slammed them down above her hand while his other roughly grabbed her breast, causing the woman to cry out.

"He's not very patient." Facilier chuckled as he mimiced his shadow's position, pinning Xiamara's hands above her head while his free hand drifted down to the waistband of her skirt, slipping his long, rough fingers just under the fabric. "But neither am I."

Shadow pulled the the hand that was molesting the elder sister's breast back, the fingers becoming pointed before he sliced across her chest, ripping her shirt open and causing her to cry out yet again. Blood began to well up in the gashes across her pale flesh, but began to disappear as the shadow began to slowly lick her wounds. The actions caused Lilye to moan, arching her body as if she could get closer to the shadow's touch.

"If you were hungry you could've told us." Xiamara said in response, seeing her sister's pain and pleasure before Faclier stole her attention by yanking her by the hair, biting her neck roughly as he hooked his fingers into the elastic of her skirt, giving it a sharp tug and causing it to fall down at their feet. She moaned as he gave her neck a slow, wicked lick and his fingers stroked her thighs.

"This is why you belong to us now." Lilye said breathlessly, her words directed towards both man and Shadow, even as her assaulter's head and tongue began to dip lower past her injured flesh. He had released her hands so that he could drag her skirt and underwear down, pulling them down far enough so that he could bury his face between her legs and use that wicked tongue on her.

Facilier's fingers slid into Xiamaras underwear, cupping her womanhood and sliding his finger against her clit. "You know who I am, yet you still mess with the darkness?" He growled against her throat before biting her again, breaking flesh this time. He began to suck on the wound as he rubbed her teasingly, chuckling at her breathy moans a pleasure. "Just who owns who now?"

This teasing went on for quite some time until Facilier and Shadow grabbed the women they were teasing and roughly entered them. Facilier smirked as Xiamara moaned in ecstasy while his shadow wore his usual cheshire grin as he began to message the elder sister's breasts while he stayed perfectly still within her.

"Got a thin' for badboys, don't ya cher?" Facilier growled into Xiamara's ear as he thrust hard into her, pulling back until only the head of his cock was with in her before thrusting back in just as hard. He kept this up, his pace getting faster and faster. "Can't deny it now." He groaned in pleasure, gripping her ass tightly and digging his nails into her flesh.

Shadow was just a bit more gentle but soon began to thrust in and out of Lilye, leaning down to capture her one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth, attacking it with his tongue. After a while he grabbed her and lifted her off the ground, turning him around while still inside of her, and taking her from behind, yanking her hair playfully.

Both girls were covered in a layer of sweat, moaning and gasping for more by the time Facilier and his Shadow decided that they had earned their right to orgasm. Both man and shadow reached down to rub their clits, pinching them teasingly between their fingers as they pounded into the women harder and harder. They groaned in sublime pleasure as the women screamed in pleasure, their muscles tightening enough to make the man and shadow come.

"Get dressed." Facilier told the Katateros sisters as he tossed Xiamara her skirt but pocketed her underwear. "We've got a town to take over."