The Devil's Mouth

By Forever Redd

Suffering from sleep psychosis and nymphomania, a young teacher's aide struggles to differentiate her reality from her subconscious. Dr. Clinton, a therapist with a past as questionable as her practices, tries to cure her patient, but the mental condition proves to be something more; something dark. Helem, known for her deep-rooted remedies, sings a ritualistic song that lures her patients into a psychosomatic web of trickery. She calls to the spirit that beckons Dr. Clinton, and just like Mercy, she follows the voice. Deep in the bellies of their subconscious, Helem reigns. She commands their attention to their insecurities, sexual trysts, and lack of morals. Their innermost secrets and souls are exposed to the infamous healer forcing them choose, miserable life, or pleasurable death. Scars are uncovered, and old wounds are reopened as the doctor and the patient succumb to the mouth of the devil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Forever Redd
• Release date: Oct 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005711757

Forever Redd

Forever Redd is a South Carolina native who enjoys reading a good book, just as much as writing one. Her first of a three-part series, Sleepin’ In Heaven Wakin’ In Hell, debuted in December of 2013, and following in its footsteps were, Sleep No More and Blessed By the Fire. The connection between the main characters forced her pen into the Erotica Genre where she revealed her first erotic novella, Freakizm. Shortly thereafter, Forever Redd collaborated with Hood Chronicles, and together they released, Sadistic Saturdays, an Erotic novel. Forever Redd didn’t stop there; she penned a three-part, Urban fiction series titled, Nightmares In Pink. Determined to make a mark in the literary industry, Forever Redd stayed the course and completed her catalog with The Devil’s Mouth, and Uber Everywhere.With the year 2020 bringing about senseless gun violence, unwarranted deaths, and a pandemic, Forever Redd was compelled to tap into her ancestral roots and pen the Historical Thriller, Black Ivory.Forever Redd is an eclectic individual that’s on a mission to deliver an experience through her words. Although the genres may vary, the quality never wavers. Her goal in the literary industry is to have all of her works, Forever Redd.

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Prologue

Are you going to stare at the walls, or would you like to discuss the reason for your visit? Dr. Clinton asked as silence penetrated the room. Mercy, I can't help you if I’m left in the dark as to why you’re here. To ease matters, we can start with something simple. Would you feel a little more comfortable telling me about your day, favorite food, or perhaps the things you like to do for fun?

I don't have a problem talking to you; it's just...I don't know where to begin. My life, my feelings, my thoughts, and my body are all out of sync, Mercy replied honestly, nibbling at her bottom lip in the same manner that her conscious gnawed at her soul.

I see, Dr. Clinton empathized, then placed her pen next to the legal pad that she’d hoped to take notes on. Frequently, life throws us a few curve balls to test our swinging skills if that makes sense. Let’s be clear, Mercy. Your hard-earned dollar doesn’t pay me to judge. It compensates my professional time in assisting you in cleaning the skeletons from your closet.

Before beginning, Mercy wiped the lone tear which had fallen from her eye. It’s sex. I like it; I love it! I need it, she confessed. Finally, Mercy had released the load that she’d been carrying privately, and Dr. Clinton could help her carry the weight. I’m guessing there wouldn’t be an issue if I were in a committed relationship, but I’m not. In my case, let’s just say, I’m very single, and it shows through my actions, Mercy shamefully admitted.

Who are these people that you are sexually involved with, coworkers, friends, strangers? And how is it that Mercy cannot control what it is that Mercy does?

These people, you ask about, they aren’t strangers. Maybe they’re people I have wanted all along, but basically, it’s all the above? I don’t know what’s wrong, but I do know, it’s me. There is clearly something wrong with me! Mercy raised her voice, shocking Dr. Clinton’s ears. This isn't about the ones that I’ve dealt with, at least not on the surface. It’s like, I friend them, fuck them, and send them on their way. I tend to lock them down in my playtime, and afterward, I release them to their wives, girlfriends, or whatever they’re calling them these days. I do know that this issue is starting to ruin my life, and I have to get this thing under control.

Dr. Clinton scribbled a few things on her tablet and stared in Mercy's direction. The more she divulged, the more Dr. Clinton was better able to get a feel for the lost soul before her. She looked directly into Mercy’s mouth as she described her indiscretions. Tell me when this behavior started.

According to the clock, I have forty-five minutes remaining in my session, Mercy confirmed, then kicked off her pumps and rested her back against the leather sofa. Without giving the doctor a chance to respond, she continued. It’s nighttime. Something happens to me at night. I don’t know how to explain it...

Try, Mercy. What happens to you at night?

I have these dreams, sexual dreams. They are so vivid; it’s like they’re real. They get so deep, I can smell cologne on my pillow, and when I wake up, I have to act, Mercy wiped her tears. I remember it like it was yesterday. Kymani was the first to awaken the nymphomaniac in me. When our bodies collided, I experienced a rebirth. Every stroke of his thick dick awakened a sleeping part of me. That one experience left me with a taste that I would lust after many days and nights.

We have forty minutes left, Dr. Clinton teased. You’ve sizzled off five already. I can only imagine where this is going to go. Underneath the desk, Dr. Clinton had taken the liberty of removing her heels, as well, and even contemplated stripping off her damp panties.

Well, in that case, allow me to let it all hang out. After all, you do have a job to do, and I am footing the bill, Mercy replied.

Chapter 1

Hey Mercy, can you get the door? That’s the dude I was telling you about, Ahlijah yelled downstairs.

As much as she didn’t want to be bothered, entertaining her friend’s flavor of the month, Mercy obliged anyway. Hello, she said as she opened the door. She wanted to say more but couldn’t find her voice. Mercy was shocked at the sexy God that stood opposite her and instantly became moist in her nether region. Her vaginal walls clenched, and her lower lips discreetly pecked at Victoria’s secret.

Good evenin’, you must be Mercy. The guy smiled and extended his hand. My name is Kymani.

Damn! Mercy thought. He can get it. Yes, I’m...I’m Mercy, she stuttered. On the low, her speech wasn’t the only thing twitching with excitement. I love your accent; where are you from? she asked, making small talk.

Charleston, but I been 'ere long ‘nuff for it to be gwan way. It twan leave me ‘lone, he replied playfully.

Mercy giggled at his exaggerated accent and finally invited him in.

While waiting for Ahlijah to make her grand entrance, an exchange of pleasantries with Kymani drew Mercy further into his sexy ass. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating and tickled her nostrils, sending instant messages to her hot box.

Sorry, sorry, sorry! Alijah came strutting down the stairs and interrupted Mercy’s thoughts of bedding her boo. Finally, you two have met! As much as I’ve talked about you, Kymani should feel like he already knows you.

Something like dat, he winked.

Mercy, you can chill here if you want; I won't be out too late, Ahlijah offered.

The way she arched her back to tease Kymani suggested a reason to shorten their night, so rather than stay and wait, she decided to go. Besides, she liked being at home.

No thanks, Mercy casually replied. I’m going home. Call me later and be safe.

Showing herself to the door, Mercy hurried to her car. She had to get away from them, from him. Kymani seemed to have her hormones in complete disarray, and the entire ride home, her mind was consumed with thoughts of his body next to hers. By the time she made it to the porch and through the door, she could feel her juices as they began to dampen her panties.

Mercy rested her back against the wall inside the living room, unbuttoned her jeans, and allowed her fingers to lightly peck at her engorged clit. She dipped her middle finger inside her canal and slid it out slowly; her pussy was dripping. The thump in her lady parts was like a bass line, and her fingers composed a melody of soft moans, which fell from her lips.

Mmmm, Mmmm, Kymani, she whispered. Her tempo increased, her knees got weak, and her thoughts of the stranger brought her to climax. What the Hell? she panted. Here we go with this shit, she sighed. I just want to taste him. That’s not so bad, right?" she asked herself.

Removing her clothing, she ventured into the bathroom for a shower, but she was interrupted by the personalized ring tone for Alijah before she made it. She was the last person Mercy wanted to talk to at that moment, considering what had just happened, but since Ahlijah was out on the town, she figured it would be wise to answer.

Yes, ma’am?

Damn, you breathing all hard. Who you got over there? Alijah questioned suspiciously.

Hearing the investigator in her friend’s voice, something Ahlijah did quite often, and Mercy rolled her eyes. If she only knew, my guest of honor was none other than the man that she has in her presence. Hopefully, she can feel the real deal, so one of us will know what he’s like, Mercy thought.

Nobody, thank you very much, she replied. I was about to shower, and you called, so I had to run out of the bathroom to get the phone. What’s up? Is everything okay?

Girl, everything is not okay, Ahlijah whined. There is something wrong with my car, and I was hoping I could catch a ride with you in the morning? Kymani is going to look at it, but since it's dark out, there’s not much he can do now.

Yea, you know I got you. Be ready at eight!

After confirming their morning plans, Mercy made it to the shower and allowed the soothing water to relax her weary body. Once she was squeaky clean and snuggled beneath the covers, she closed her eyes and paid homage to the Man upstairs; a little ritual she’d begun after her first bout with infidelity.

Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. And if by chance, I don’t make it in, forgive me, Father, of all my sins. Amen.

***

Following a whole night’s rest, Mercy welcomed a bright and beautiful morning. Punctually, she traveled the distance to Ahlijah’s apartment, and when she arrived, the first thing that she noticed was Kymani, standing underneath her best friend’s hood. Her mind began to race, and her kitty began to purr.

Fighting the urge to run over to Kymani and lick the sweat from his forehead, Mercy sent Ahlijah a text, alerting her that she was outside. However, she replied with a text of her own, asking that Mercy talks to Kymani while she finished getting dressed, confessing something about having overslept. Shaking her head at her friend’s infamous use of CP time, Mercy attempted to reel her mind out of the gutter and regroup. She was thinking of what to talk about when Lady Luck played her. Kymani approached before she had a moment to purify her unclean thoughts.

Ow ya doin’, gal? Me see you ‘fraid to get out the ca’. Kymani don’t bite, me only nibble, he greeted with the extra accent that attracted her to him in the first place.

Oh, no, it was nothing like that. I didn’t wanna get out since Ahlijah is on the way down. Kind of pointless, ya know? Get out, get in… Mercy stuttered and watched as his pupils traced the outline of her breasts.

Oh, me know. Been ‘ere for an hour, and the gal still been sleep. Not Mercy, no! Mercy on time, Kymani smiled and brushed his locks from his face. What you know ‘bout fixin’ cars? He asked, pointing towards Ahlijah’s broken-down whip.

Other than the gear shaft and where to stick the gas nozzle, I’m a damsel in distress, Mercy subtly flirted. "I like to leave the hard work to the mechanics…men who grasp the concept of fixing stuff. Kind of like plumbers and pipes, firefighters, and hoses, she replied and imagined his hands pressed against her thighs, forcing them apart, as he savored the flavor of her happy meal. Mercy quivered at the vision of him and her, feasting on each other.

Finally, being rescued from the throes of lust, where her mental state held her hostage, Mercy watched as Ahlijah made her way to the car. She and Kymani said their goodbyes, Ahlijah hopped in, and they were on their way.

Inside the car, Ahlijah talked about everything under the sun, but Mercy only wanted the details of her night with Kymani. Did they sleep together, did they kiss, and more important, was she seeing him in the future? Mercy didn’t want sloppy seconds, especially not her friends, but that guy had her open, so open, that she was more than willing to try the seconds, and she just so happened to like it sloppy.

Girl, I ain’t sleep with him, if that’s what you were wondering, Ahlijah blurted out when she noticed the disinterest plastered on her Mercy’s face. You’ll be the first to know when I do! That dude is so nice, Mercy. I didn’t want to come across as easy to him, so I held my legs together, girl! He opens doors and pays me all the compliments in the world. I know those are things that most women want, but I just don’t know, Ahlijah admitted.

Okay, first. You’re right. That’s exactly what I was wondering. You know me so well, Mercy laughed. But let’s be real, the guy is gorgeous, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he gave you that work. I figured he tucked you in nice and naughty. I mean, if it were me, I think I might have taken him for a test drive, she slyly added as they pulled up to the hospital. You gone need a ride home, or is bae coming to get you?

I don’t think he is coming, but can you be on standby, just in case? What time you off, anyway? Alijah questioned.

Well, you know school lets out at three, so I should be through traffic by three-thirty, Mercy casually lied.

Ok, I’ll call you around four and let you know what’s up. Have a good day, Ahlijah called over her shoulder and ran through the hospital doors.

Pulling away from the curb and back into the morning melee, also known as traffic, Mercy allowed the car to guide itself. She had no known destination and nothing on her day’s agenda. I'm not sure why I didn't tell Ahlijah that I had taken the day off, Mercy thought, but when she made that left onto Drooping Leaf Lane, it became crystal clear.

As she drove through the neighborhood, she sighed in disbelief. She was ashamed of herself, or wasn’t she? How dare she go to the home of her best friend and entertain her male company? Mercy knew that she was wrong, but it was something that she had to do. She had to see him up close; she needed to breathe his air, bask in the fragrance emitted from his pores. Kymani’s mouth, it called her through silent cries, beckoned her through closed lips, and as with any of the voices she’d heard, she answered.

Turning into the parking space near Ahlijah’s car, Mercy rolled down her window and watched as Kymani bopped in her direction. Hey, she said, placing her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the bright rays of the sun. I just dropped off Ahlijah and was about to run a few errands. I thought the least I could do was stop and ask if you’d had breakfast. Are you hungry?

Nah, I am not hungry, Kymani replied with no accent at all. I’m not hungry, but I knew you’d come back, he licked his lips. You didn’t come back to ask me about food, now did ya? I think if you did want to talk about food, it would probably be a sausage. Kymani didn’t shy away from making it known that he had noticed the look of lust in her eyes.

What? No, I didn’t come here for that, I was trying to be polite, but since you feel that way, I apologize. I mean, what type of person do you think I am? Mercy tried her hand at innocence, but they both knew that his theory was more accurate.

No need to apologize. If I’m wrong, I should be the one sorry. My apologies, Mercy, but again, I’m not hungry, and I won’t hold you up. Kymani started back toward Ahlijah’s car and removed his shirt while he was walking. It’s kinda warm out today, ya know? he stated over his shoulder.

Mercy couldn’t take her eyes off of him. His long, coiled hair cascaded down his tatted back, and the imprint that his ass left in his jeans looked like two prepackaged muffins. Calvin Klein boxers peeked from underneath the waistband of Kymani’s jeans, and the beast in his britches looked as if it were begging to be set free.

Mercy, you can give me a ride…to my house? Kymani asked, peering out from the uplifted hood. I would drive, but I have no way to get the oil off my hands. I won’t touch nothing in your ca’, promise.

Ummm, yeah, sure, seemed to have slipped past Mercy’s lips. I mean, it’s no problem at all. Let me come open the door for you. She sprang from the car and rushed around to the passenger side, secretly hoping that the friction between her legs would somehow tame her naughty cat. Because, at the moment, she was out of control. Once Kymani was seated safely in the car, she followed the directions to his house. Although Mercy drove him home, it was him that took her for the ride.

***

I’m sorry, Doc. That’s my time. We can pick up where we left off next week, Mercy said. Noticing Dr. Clinton’s facial expression change, Mercy assumed that she was compensated for her time in more than one way.

Wait, Dr. Clinton interrupted. Did you have relations with him? Did you sleep with, Kymani?

Yes, Mercy replied heartlessly. It was one of the perks of my dream.

I see. Well, don’t you think that’s something we need to discuss? I mean, what about Alijah? Does she know? Are you two still friends?

I wouldn’t take you for an educated fool, Doc. Of course, Alijah doesn’t know, and yes, she’s still my friend, but as I said, I gotta go. We can do this again next week, Mercy replied and slipped her feet inside the heels she’d earlier tossed aside.

Ok, have it your way, Dr. Clinton surrendered. But before you leave today, I want you to know that you can’t find yourself between someone’s bedsheets. You are so much more than that, but we will discuss this more next week, right?

I guess we will just have to wait and see, now, won’t we? Mercy replied, leaving Dr. Clinton stunned to silence.

There is something about that one, Dr. Clinton said to herself once the door had closed behind Mercy. She will definitely be committed to my memory.

Walking out of Dr. Clinton’s office, Mercy felt no sense of relief. She thought getting some of those things off of her chest would make her feel better, but it did no such thing. Turning to the one place that she knew that she would find a sense of solitude, Mercy reached out to her good friend, Tate. He was always available to be her listening ear, and in fact, clinging to his shoulders always made her pain go away.

Chapter 2

Tate was Mercy’s boy toy, a little rough around the edges, big heart, and an even more giant dick. Mercy met Tate while she was on bus duty, and he was walking his niece through the front door. It warmed Mercy’s heart seeing the young thug taking time with the little girl. He was trying his hardest to fix one of her lopsided ponytails, so immediately, Mercy stepped in and offered her assistance.

Would you like a little help, or ya got it all by yourself, she giggled.

My sister, man. She went out clubbing and stayed out all night. I did the best I could, he replied, pointing to the little girl’s hair.

You did a great job, and this princess is going to have an awesome day! Isn’t that right, Mercy asked, helping with the little girl’s hair. She secured the pink ribbon in her hair and tapped her index finger to the child’s nose. Beautiful, Mercy winked, then released her to run along with the rest of the children entering the building. Once the little girl vanished behind the double doors, Mercy formally introduced herself to the guy, and he did the same. A few mornings later and several ponytail mishaps, they exchanged numbers and became instant friends. They talked almost every day, and over a short time, Tate became Mercy’s after-school detention.

Tate answered the phone as soon as it began to ring on Mercy’s end, and she knew that if he picked up that quickly, he had been awaiting her call, as he often did.

Hey, Tate, you busy? she asked.

I’m never too busy for you. Why you got a twitch in them panties?

You know me so well, she grinned mischievously.

I like the sound of that, but I’m at The Shop. You gone pull up, or you wanna chill a lil’ later, grab a bite to eat?

Be there in ten, she released the line and rerouted.

In the short time that Mercy and Tate had been dealing, she’d found out that he was a