" If you are obliged to obey the bearer of this ring. How can you attempt possession?"
" As I told you before, I'm not your regular old poltergeist. Normally you can't see even see one. But the force of my soul was strong enough to shape this metaphysical form . And yes: Though Yulva's spell had been strong, it was unable to fully take its's effect. Resulting in me being incapable to harm you physically, but at the same time leaving you spiritually vulnerable. And with you, even that's not possible." He explained to me.
" I see." I nodded in realization.
" Lyke, if you and me are going to be stuck together, why not form a mental link. That way I would be able to speak with you without coming of the ring." He proposed.
" Yeah that would be nice and all but," I glared in his direction.
" What?"
" You better not have any ulterior motives."
" Don't you understand? You are both physically and spiritually guarded against me. Even if I wanted to, which I do, I cannot harm you."
" Then what you waiting for?"
He huffed and worked his magic. I sensed an insect crawl up my neck after which I heard his thick voice speak to me but his mouth didn't budge an inch. It was a success.
Wicked!
" Tuk ! Tuk !" I heard someone tap on the door.
" Scraggy! Quick!" Scraggy dived back into the ring before I completed my sentence.
I pulled the door inwards to witness Yulva standing there with a smile plastered on her face, holding a tray of various food items.
" May I come in?"
" For sure."
I allowed her in. She made way and placed the tray on the table.
" You didn't have to do the trouble. Couldn't you just have it delivered by magic like you did with my clothes?"
" Just wanted some company. You don't like my presence?"
" Bosh!" I denied vigorously.
" Why won't I like the company of a beautiful women?"
" You see this old hag as beautuful. You make this old lady blush."
Old? Bullocks! She was a downright piece of true art that failed to not bag attention.
" If you are old. There is no young." I presented her to sit on the bed. Squatting down besides her, I saw her smiling to the floor. It was a troubled grin I would recognize anywhere.
" Something that matters?" I asked out of concern. It was not good to see a woman as herself sad.
" No Lyke. It's just," She lied her back over the bed. " I've been overworking a lot recently." She heaved a exasperated sigh.
" I see."
A pity. She deserves some rest.
" Why don't you have your food while I rest by back?"
" Well, your friend Scraggy just helped me with that."
" Is that so? You found out the ring's secret without my help" She praised.
" Just for my knowledge, why didn't you warn me beforehand that he could posses me." I asked reminding myself not be angry at her.
" I trusted in you. Seems like you kept it." She beamed.
Right. If one in a million chance he would have had me possessed then what?
" That would have been interesting."
What the fuck?! You can read my thoughts.!
" Yes. You signed the contract without reading the terms. Don't worry Lyke. I ain't going to do it all the time as it strains me well. But I surely not going to miss the good parts " He spoke to me through our mental link. I swear he had a shit-eating grin stuck to his face.
Ok. Now I order you to stop this at once.
" That's not how it works. What's sealed is sealed."
I then realized again how important was it for one to be ever heedful and vigilant. He conned me with my permission. This was a good lesson for me. I seek vengeance but I will revisit that thought later. Right now my only focus should be the beautiful headmistress.
I recurred back from our mental world and when I looked the other way, I caught Yulva inches apart from me. My breath mired. Her aroma glided across to me. The sinfully sweet smell lagged my thoughts.
" Lyke." She posted her head on my shoulder. Her nose nudged at my neck. Yulva's warm exhalation against my skin tickled me. Goosebumps slinked down from my head to toe.
" Ever since I first saw, there has been something about you drawing me in."
Her sugary whisper made my eyes wander between the cleaves of her purple trumpet gown.
I noticed how massive her breats were. She marked where I had my eyes set. A smile donned across her face.
" You stressed. Me stressed . One troubled should help another."
" I suppose." I tried real hard not to stutter. That wicked smile germed my blood to head south.
" What about your husband?" Though I asked that I really wouldn't mind ripping her clothes off and have my way with her. I believe she wanted that too the way she came onto me.
" I don't have a husband. I just used that man to pass on my genes. That was the one and last time I did something like that. I never affiliated myself with another man later. Can say....I never had time to."
" Then let me change that for you." I growled, pulling her lips to my own. Our lips collided.
No one knew how bad I wanted her. This one's for an eventful day.