Mystical Trash Ch. 03

As the days went by my mother monitored Jahil's health. When his condition began to slip she would start a course of treatment. She used needles to ease the pain, oils to help with the sickness, and sex (lots of sex.) Something about their energy exchange was changing my mother. She was able to create new spells and potions, even improving on existing recipes.

There was one night that changed everything. It was late October; she had been treating him for nearly a month when I caught her in the kitchen at two in the morning. She was being so loud I was surprised Jahil and Austin had been able to sleep.

I got out of bed in my pajamas: a long t-shirt, worn over not much else. "Mom is that you?" I yawned, desperate to shake the sleep from my eyes. "What are you doing? You have work tomorrow."

My mother turned to me, "Sunny, my dear daughter- taste this!" Her voice was several octaves higher than normal; she sounded like Glenda from Wizard of Oz.

"Uh sure," I obliged since she never worked on anything deadly or dangerous. The pink colored tea tasted abnormally sweet, like a flat soda.

"Now look at that plant!"

"The dead sunflower you brought in the house yesterday?" I asked. It had been placed next to an open bag of potting soil.

"Talk to it."

"Hello sunflower, I'm very sorry my mother's new boyfriend forgot to lock the gate and our neighbor Lola tried to steal you."

Our neighbors, Rocky and his wife Lola were a constant source of stress. The elderly retired couple always bullied us, even when my father was still alive. Lola loved stealing from my mother's garden and her husband loved calling the police on my mother for all manner of lunacy. Once her ivy vines were touching his property, he demanded she uproot the plant. Another time he accused her of cooking meth, because of a foul smell that was coming from her kitchen. And he constantly accused her of growing marijuana. Every time he would point the police to a different herb. I genuinely believe Rocky has never seen a marijuana leaf in his life.

The sunflower suddenly grew feet- like roots. Like something out of a cartoon it started to stand on its own. Slowly but surely it moved towards the potting soil.

"Wow, unless I'm hallucinating that was super cute!"

"You're not hallucinating. This is red magic- isn't it amazing!"

"What's red magic?" I asked.

"Red magic is Jahil's magic- the glorious power of fire and demons." My mother waved her hand again and suddenly every single planet in the garden was in bloom. And three new plants that had at first been empty pots sitting in the kitchen now contained poblano chilies, jalapeños and bright purple saffron flowers.

As she turned back to me her eyes were glowing red, "The power to control energy, to control life."

I tripped on my feet as I fell backwards. This was not my mother.

She blinked her eye and instantly returned to normal. "Do you think he'll like my little gift? I figure it's the least I can do."

My mother was powerful but never this powerful. And did she just call Jahil a demon? My mind went back to Austin's conversation where he called my mother a succubus- was she stealing his powers? The idea was horrifying. Jahil's powers were the only thing keeping him alive. I took a nervous breath. "I know Jahil likes to cook."

"Oh yes, Jahil is an amazing chef," she replied. "Much better than I could ever be."

Ever since he and Austin moved in he insisted on doing all of the cooking, since Elena insisted on not charging him rent.

"How is Jahil doing?" I asked. "Is he getting any better?"

Elena shrugged, as if the question of his health didn't matter. "There's less pain, but unfortunately whatever sickness dwells within his body doesn't seem to be responding to my course of treatment." She started a new potion, taking out a piece of cinnamon and some cloves and placed them in to the bowl of a mortar. As she ground them up with the granite pestle she infused the mixture with Jahil's red energy. "You're always welcome to try."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Austin appeared wearing only boxer shorts and put his arms around my mother's waist. "Come back to bed, Mamacita."

My mother made a pouty face. "But Austin, I have so many new ideas!"

He kissed her neck "If you don't come back to bed I'm going to have to start limiting your playtime with my daddy. You don't play with me nearly as much as you used to."

"Mom, please go back to bed, before Austin's balls explode all over the kitchen and I have to clean up the mess."

Austin laughed. "Thank you for your kind consideration of my most valued possession."

I flipped him off. "No problem. Now get my mother back in bed, even if you have to carry her."

Austin swept Elena off her feet and carried her back to the bedroom.

I cleaned up a bit around the sunflower, and then went to check on Jahil. He slept in a sweatshirt and sweatpants that Elena bought for him. Like Jahil my father had been a muscular man with broad shoulders, but he had stood a mere five-foot-nine so only a few items of my father's clothing fit Jahil's six-foot-two frame. Jahil's dense facial hair was grown out into nearly a full salt and pepper mustache and beard.

Jahil was shivering, despite the warmth of the central heating system and the quilt covering his body. I went to grab an extra blanket from the closet. I selected a soft down comforter and carried it to the sofa to unfold over him. "Sunny?" he cried out through pain stricken breaths. "Is that you?"

I touched his forehead. The poor man was sick with fever. "Yeah, it's me." I made myself comfortable under the blanket with him. There was no way I could go back to bed knowing how ill he was. "What's hurting? Is it your head?"

He was wheezing. "My chest, it hurts to breath."

It was clear to me he had somehow developed an infection in his lungs. And it happened within the past six hours, because he was definitely not this sick when he came home from work.

Jahil shifted his body so I could comfortably sleep on his chest. the warmth of my body appeared to be soothing to his discomfort. "Will you stay with me?"

"Of course," I replied. I scooted up to softly kiss his lips. I gently bit his lower lip. His mouth opened as if begging me for more.

Jahil don't ever shave, your mouth looks so seductive, like a hot Hispanic woodsman, destined to save little red riding hood.

I moved my lips to his neck and sucked on his skin with intense pressure. I was trying to leave a mark but what happened was even better. At first my mouth tasted bitter, but then I felt his body begin to stabilize. Was that all it took, for me to suck the toxins out? Straddling his hips I did it again, and again.

Jahil was moaning. His large hands moved under my shirt; first to my lower back, moving upward to my stomach, my ribs and finally my breasts.

I took off my shirt exposing my body as I sat up, straddling his stomach. Squeezing my tits together like a wannabe web-cam girl I lowered my nipples to his open lips. The man eagerly took to my breast, like an infant. With my long blonde hair falling over my shoulders, I held his head to my chest.

Jahil placed one hand on my back while the other moved into his sweatpants. "Sunny," his mouth paused to take in air, "your body is breathtaking."

"Do you want me?"

"More than anything, but only if you're ready."

Was I ready? To make love to Jahil would be to give into intense passion. Yes, I wanted him. I wanted his big muscular body, the body of a Mayan warrior.

Then he coughed. Spurts of blood caressed his lips.

I tried not to cry. "Everything's going to be ok."

I got off the sofa. I put my shirt back on. The moment wasn't right. He was more than an object of lust. In the days he had spent in my house we had grown close- Jahil was my friend. I needed to heal him more then I needed his cock.

I lowered the blanket and lifted his shirt. "What if I just want to play with you?"

I softly kissed his chest, just to hear him moan. Then I started to suck on his beautiful caramel colored skin. The gold appeared instantly. I could feel his heartbeat, the rhythm of his breaths. I continued sucking on his chest, alternating areas, just to see how much of his I body I could get to sparkle at any given time.

I wonder if big masculine men like Jahil like having their nipples touched.

I started with his left nipple kissing and sucking. When it was nice and hard I took a gentle nibble.

Jahil arched his head back.

I licked my lips. I remembered the famous movie Fifty Shades of Grey. The actor who played the male lead pointed out that usually men were the submissive in BDSM relationships. Not that I wanted to hurt Jahil, but the idea of tying him up and worshiping his body all night long sounded like so much fun.

As I moved to his right nipple I could feel his heart beating faster, his breathing was stronger. I went lower, down his stomach to his hips, right below his navel. My fingers traced the top of his pubic hair.

His body tasted so sweet. "Take your hand out of your pants Jahil, only I get to touch you." I cupped his face and boldly kissed his lips. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg: the same cock I had been so close to when he first arrived. It shouldn't intimidate me, but it did. Jahil's body was a treasure, one that I was unworthy of.

As I kissed his neck, I reached my hand into his pants touching him. My fingers teased his foreskin down his shaft to his testicles, then back up again. I gripped him hard, touching him the way I assumed men liked to be touched.

He placed his hand over mine, guiding me. "Just like that." He was gasping. "A little faster, a little harder." Soon, his body was covered in gold markings and his pants were covered in something else entirely. "That's enough for tonight."

I lowered his shirt and kissed his cheek, his fever was gone. "Jahil Lopez," I said in a playful baby voice, "does your heart belong to me?"

His large hands massaged my back as I crawled under the covers. "My heart, my soul, everything that I am can be yours if you desire."

I laughed, "Why you barely know me?"

"I know you're a kind young woman much like my Helen was. You share her innocence her light as well as her addiction to my cock. She too loved to worship my body. Many a day I would awaken to her beautiful mouth. With her psychic abilities she always seemed to sense when I needed her affection."

With my head on his chest and his hand massaging me to sleep I felt within my right to ask, "Did Helen die of illness?"

Jahil took a while to answer. "No," his hand left my back, I felt his chest tighten. "Her death was violent and..."

"Why didn't she save herself?" I immediately felt like an idiot. Even if she foresaw her own death, what made me think she would have been in a position to prevent it? What if she died saving her family? - Did you even consider that?

Jahil blinked his eyes as tears streamed down his face. "I'm afraid that is a question only she can answer."

I could feel every sob, every labored breath. I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest.

"I'm so sorry." I got off the sofa to walk back to my room. I looked back at Jahil. "Would you like to sleep in my bed?"

He nodded, his eyes still filled with tears. "I'd like that, but perhaps I'll grab a quick shower first."

I went to my room and waited in bed for him. I tried to relax but my body was desperate for a release. I undressed and closed my eyes, lying on top of the covers. I used my fingers, vigorously rubbing my clit. I pictured Jahil in the shower, his muscular body glistening wet. His dark pubic hair as he washed his cock. Maybe he plays with it a little, maybe he's thinking of me. Who I am kidding, he's thinking of Helen. The man still wore his wedding ring. There was no way he wasn't upset at me. I closed my eyes to rest. I had no idea how much time had elapsed when I suddenly awoke to the sight of Jahil in my room.

He was clean-shaven, wearing only a towel. He let it fall to the floor as he lay down beside me. "Don't stop on my account."

"What?" Had I been touching myself in my sleep? "I'm really sorry for what I said earlier, I had no right..."

He kissed my forehead, "I do miss Helen. But she's gone. And Elena- I feel nothing when I am with her. But you- when I am with you I feel such passion."

My fingers caressed his high cheekbones. He smile was brighter, his eyes more intense. And he looked years younger. As I cuddled with him I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. "Can I give it a kiss?"

"Perhaps we can try something a little more special? Lie on your stomach and put your legs up here."

"You want me to put my ass in your face?"

"I would choose less vulgar language: I want to worship your body."

I did as he asked. As he lay on his back I straddled his face, my knees over his shoulders. I was now facing down his big beautiful cock.

I could feel his hands on my thighs, spreading me open. Then I felt his mouth. His tongue licked my wet slit. His lips locked on to my clit as his tongue penetrated me. The sensation was so powerful, I genuinely felt like he could deflower me with just his mouth. I steadied his cock, working my hands up and down the shaft. To see it up close was breathtaking. I dove right in, attempting to take as much in my mouth as I could. It was hard to breathe with his thick cock jammed deep in my throat, but that was exactly where I wanted it to be.

Jahil began sending pulses of energy directly into my pussy. It felt tingly and warm, the way I imagined a vibrator felt. I could feel my walls tighten. My legs were trembling. In that moment I wanted so badly to have him inside me. Then came the last energy burst, aimed straight at my throbbing clit. My elbowed buckled as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life. Had I not been nearly choking on his cock, I would have awoken the whole neighborhood.

Jahil finished with a single kiss to my inner thigh. "Did you enjoy that?"

With his cock still in my mouth I inserted two fingers in a place I had no business exploring. He lifted his hips, bending his knees, I could hear him moaning. So I continued, moving my fingers until I found the right spot. He came so hard down my throat I had no choice but to swallow.

When I could breathe my mouth moved to his ass cheek, I kissed his skin, and then I went in for a nibble. "Did you like that?"

Jahil laughed. "You are certainly full of surprises."

I sat up and turned to face him. "I'm going to go wash my hands."

With Jahil's body sparkling with gold, his strength restored, I rested my head on his shoulder, ready to fall asleep in Jahil's strong arms. "Will you take me grocery shopping?"

He lifted my face and sweetly kissed my forehead, "Of course, my love."

I smiled; no one had ever called me that before. "Will you teach me how to cook?"

"My beautiful Sunny, I plan on teaching you a great many things."

* * *

The next day, after school we walked the aisles of Walmart. "So, Jahil, my love, what's for dinner?"

Jahil leaned on the cart. "What did you want to learn?"

I just wanted to be around him. "I don't know maybe pan-seared chicken with lots of tomatoes and spices? All we would need to buy is chicken."

"Let me guess you tried to make something like that not too long ago?"

"And I failed horribly."

Jahil headed towards the ethnic food aisle. "I'm surprised your mother never taught you how to cook."

"Other than her magic, my mom's a pretty terrible cook," I pointed out. "Also I'm pretty sure my mom has a lot of this stuff in her garden."

"You are probably correct, and as I learn my way around your mother's kitchen I am sure I will find all the ingredients I am used to."

I had my arm around his, but unfortunately in that moment, as he held my hand, we were spotted by the last person I wanted to see.

"Sunny!" It was my neighbor Rocky, and as usual he had nothing better to do then stick his nose in other people's business. "Are you okay? Do I need to call security?"

I groaned. "This man is a family friend."

Rocky snickered, "Another friend of your mother's? Let me guess he's the gardener?"

The old man poked Jahil in the chest. "You got papers? Do you even speak English?"

Jahil eyes searched for a place that was out of view of the security cameras. "Sunny I'm going to go sit on the bench. I need you to come around on my left side."

I let go of his hand. Jahil made his way to the bench roughly ten feet away. I grabbed a nearby cart and pushed it in front of Rocky, as if trying to get him to leave us alone. Then I quickly made my way the bench and started to suck on Jahil's neck. With every kiss I could see sparks of energy pulsating through his neck and jaw line. I put one arm around his shoulder, pulling him close but with the other hand I reached under his shirt. Jahil's skin felt so warm; his chest, his ribs, his stomach- right above his belt. His muscles tightened.

Jahil turned to me, "Aren't you a feisty one."

Rocky continued to rant as he followed us. "What is this? You're sick! She's only fourteen years old! That's it- I'm getting security!"

I knew he only said the "fourteen years old" part to get people's attention. There was no part of me that could pass for fourteen.

"What pray tell will you say to them?" Jahil asked. His accent was thicker than usual. "Will you tell them what you saw with your own two eyes?"

Rocky turned back. "Well of course..." the words barely left his mouth as he started to cry out in agony. He closed his eyes and when he opened them they were now full of blood. To cameras and witnesses it would appear as if his eyes suddenly started to bleed on their own.

Jahil stood up and walked to the butcher counter. "Good afternoon, I'll take two whole chickens, and you should probably call an ambulance for that guy."

We quickly finished shopping and got to the car. "Was that red magic?"

"Only what I can do in my current state of health," he answered, clearly out of breath. "Why did he say you were fourteen?"

"Because he's an idiot," I replied as we loaded the groceries in to my mom's minivan. "Seriously, do I look like I'm fourteen?"

Jahil laughed, he put his arm around my shoulder. "Perhaps from the neck up: I know from experience you have the face of an angel with the body of a seductress."

When we got home Jahil unloaded the groceries while I started water for the rice. Prior to Jahil when ever Elena wanted to make Spanish rice she would take left over rice from Chinese takeout and a can of tomatoes. The final product tasted like library paste. Jahil made rice using fresh vegetables, dried chilies, oregano and sage. It was a recipe he committed to memory since rice and vegetables were cheaper to procure then meat. "Sunny, go see what your mother has in her garden; tomatoes, onions, zucchini, anything that looks appealing."

I grabbed an empty grocery bag and left. When I returned Austin was frying up some onions in olive oil while Jahil proceeded to try to break down a whole chicken using my mom's less than ideal quality knives. His hand suddenly slipped, cutting his palm. I put my bag down and ran to him. "Let me help you," I reached for a towel and made a compress of herbs known to reduce pain and allow blood to clot faster. My mother kept a kit in the kitchen at all times. As I applied the bandage I blew on it, causing the compress to sparkle with a radiant white light.

Austin moved to the chicken, continuing the prep work. Instead of using a knife he raised his hand and the chicken started to disassemble on its own, as if cut by lasers.

I kissed Jahil's hand not even thinking about the raw chicken. He touched my cheek with his clean hand. "Sunny keep an eye on the rice." Jahil left for the bathroom.