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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9
Anything You Desire

On a Saturday morning, Lydia Deetz sat on a bench in the beautifully lit garden at the castle of Prince Vince, the beloved young ruler of the Neitherworld. Prince Vince was sitting next to her, looking simply elegant in his dark outfit. Beetlejuice was sitting in a nearby rocking chair, rocking rather hard and liking the motion.

“It's quite a fantastic story,” Vince told Lydia as he admired the necklace she was wearing.

Beetlejuice nodded. “Rich people sometimes pull weird shit, but this is a fucking big rock.”

Vince agreed, a pointing at the pendant with a his long pale green finger. “This does seem rather expensive, very expensive, but I do not know very much about Earth diamonds.” He gave Lydia a kind smile. “But, you certainly are worth all the jewels in every world.”

Lydia had to blush at that.

Before she left the Neitherworld, Beetlejuice whispered to her, “Hey, if you need me, you know how to get me.”

She nodded. She'd been getting him for years now. She wasn't going to forget how anytime soon.

***

That Saturday evening Lydia was very happy, because some time ago Mr. Brewster told Charles that he may bring his daughter to his party, and the party would happen this evening.

Lydia wanted that vain little bitch Claire to see her brand new fifteen carat diamond pendant necklace that showed off multiple other diamonds just for the sake of bling! She had a history with that girl.

So, Lydia chose a long fitted strapless dress of dark red to wear. The skirt flared at a teeny bit below mid thigh, bringing attention to her figure. She felt that her neckline was a bit low. Just little of her cleavage was showing. Lydia didn't mind too much; it would only make her necklace look that much more glamorous.

Lydia put her hair into an unusual hairstyle, well unusual for her. Normally she went for a messy look, but tonight she tried something smoother. She wrapped some hair in a high bun and adjusted some locks to look as if they were resting against the bun in swirl shapes. She let the rest of her hair rest loose and free, but curled. It was a bit difficult for her to do, and there were a lot of gel and pins required for it, but she did it and she was proud.

She put a towel over her chest and shoulder to protect her dress and blended light powdered foundation onto her face, to hide any imperfections. Carefully she drew an outline on her lips with lip liner, and then painted her lips the deepest, shiniest, reddest red she could find. Then she tossed the towel aside.

Her black panty hose clad feet fit nicely in her black six inch stilettos. She didn't plan on doing any dancing or running, so she thought, “Why not?” Her dress was long, but not too long for showing off her shoes.

Carefully she put on her diamond necklace and her earrings, and then she took a moment to examine her reflection. She looked like a red carpet celebrity. She grabbed her little black purse and put her lip gloss inside it.

When she met her parents downstairs they applauded and extolled her. Delia asked them to wait a moment, and she ran upstairs. She returned to put a delicate diamond bracelet on Lydia's wrist and a diamond ring on her finger. “Your father gave me these for Christmas, remember?”

***

In the special gallery of the Brewsters, party guests paid regard to the art collection, and talked to each other, drinking various beverages and enjoying various little foods, listening to classical music. Everyone who greeted the Deetz took a moment to look at Lydia's necklace. Some of them looked at her bosom too, but Lydia pretended they were looking at her necklace.

At one point, Claire Brewster, the thin and well dressed daughter of the host, approached her, with two of her friends, or as Lydia called them in her mind, fashion accessories.

“Nice to see you!” she said, smiling a bubble gum pink smile that made Lydia think of a plastic doll. Lydia felt that she had to be a bitch; she had to look up and down Claire's body and examine her outfit. The young heiress was wearing a knee-length pink and black zebra print dress with spaghetti strap sleeves. Claire did have diamonds on. Diamonds are classic jewels. Claire had what looked to be a five carat ring, and a faint string of diamonds around her neck with a diamond pendant, also five carats in appearance. Her blonde hair was styled in a side bun with braids.

“Claire, I haven't seen you a long time, you look so healthy. Have you gained a little weight?” She smiled her prettiest smile, and she heard Delia snort. In reality, Lydia thought a little weight would do Claire some good, but of course Claire would not have agreed.

Claire's beautiful blue eye twitched. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” she told Lydia.

“Oooh really?” Lydia tried to sound a little excited, and she made a show of testing the weight of her breasts with the backs of her hands. “I thought I felt a little more womanly.” Her father snuffed out a laugh with his palm.

To Lydia's mild discomfort, Vlad Dalca, of all people, appeared. He smiled at Lydia, and took a second to look at her necklace. Lydia hoped her skin wasn't as flushed as it felt. “It is a pleasure to see all of you again,” he said quite politely, nodding once. “Have any of you seen my son? When I last saw him, he was flirting with one of the servers.”

Delia told him they just arrived, and after she said that Mihai snuck up from behind her and said in a purposely creepy slasher voice, “You smell like my mother's bed.”

Of course Delia jumped and gasped at that, and then everyone except Claire and Vlad laughed at Mihai. Mihai bowed to them all. “Thank you! I do love my little jokes!” His hair looked very nice, loose and free. Lydia was reminded of a modern concept of an elf. He looked at Lydia and said, “Lydia, that necklace is fantastic! I need it! I'll buy it from you and give it to a girl I like!” He put his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Name your price.”

Charles gave him a confused look, but he seemed to be accepting of this strange act and he said nothing. Delia raised one of her well groomed eyebrows, but didn't say anything, like her husband. Lydia wasn't exactly sure what the man was trying to do, but she played along. “Mihai, I can't sell this necklace, it was a gift.”

Mihai straightened his shoulders and smirked as he inquired, “Who loves you so much, to give you that?”

Lydia was starting to suspect he was flirting with her, but she just didn't get any sexual signals from the weirdo. She told him, “A secret admirer.”

Vlad invaded the conversation by saying in a sincere voice Lydia really didn't like, “This secret admirer must love you so deeply.” Then he stepped closer. “May I please examine the pendant?”

She didn't know how to say no, so she moved her hands back to undo the necklace and hand it to him. Vlad beat her to it by reaching out and lifting the jewel up slightly, bending down somewhat to look at it. Lydia placed her palm onto her cleavage, not that the man couldn't have just looked at it before … but she really felt like she needed protection. She turned her head to look up at her father. Charles had a surprised look on his face, but he shrugged and whispered in her ear, “If he touches you, kick him in his balls.”

Vlad dropped the pendant and backed away, a very satisfied and firm smile on his face. “I have invested in many gems, and I must tell you that is a diamond of excellent quality and beauty. Your secret admirer must love you with a terrible intensity. He would certainly give you anything you desire.”

Claire Brewster whispered something to one of her friends, and then she made an excuse to leave. As the three girls left, Mihai said to Delia, “I thought that little show would make her leave.”

Charles gawked at him. “What? That was all a joke? All of it?”

Vlad answered for his son. “The brief times we were around her were not pleasant. We did not want her to think she would be the center of attention with us, because she talks far too much about herself when she can. I did not expect her to leave so quickly. I had imagined she would try to talk about herself or insult Lydia.”

Mihai grinned with almost evil delight. “I've heard her say very nasty things to other women too. I didn't want to give her the chance to think of anything.” She flipped his hair like a diva. “I once heard her call Prudence a chunk of lard in a baby's dress. I did not approve.”

“Yeah, she's not known for being very nice,” agreed Charles. He patted Lydia's shoulder. “I'm lucky I got a sweetie here.”

“A treasure,” Vlad told him, “Now, where is that stick woman's father?”

Mihai said with a voice that was a bit too amused, “He is on top of a woman in a bathroom.”

Crossing her arms and pointing out a hip, Lydia quirked her eyebrow and expressed her suspicions. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Mihai raised a defensive hand and turned his head a little. “I don't gossip much ...”

“Yes. Yes he does gossip much,” insisted Vlad in monotone.

Lydia then heard a quiet but long and overly dramatic story about how Mihai, innocent little Mihai (but she suspected there was nothing very innocent about him) was assaulted by strange carnal sounds as he walked by a bathroom, and how he was too curious so he opened the door a little.

“Why didn't they lock the door?” Delia asked, her face pressed by suppressed laughter.

“It's a common mistake,” Mihai said, “Sometimes I forget to lock the door.”

“Sometimes,” Vlad said as if what he was saying was extremely important, “he forgets to lock the door.” Then he tightened his jaw and sternly looked at his son. Mihai pursed his lips, but his eyes were bright.

Lydia shook her head from mild irritation at the amusing people and decided to wander off from the group. There was a very vivid painting nobody was standing near; she studied the pretty thing. It really was quite lovely.

Why was it a bit darker … and why did her face feel cooler?

A hand … a cool hand was touching her face. She froze in her spot.

Lovingly the fingers slid up and down her cheek, then her throat. Lydia shivered. Another hand moved down her waist. She looked down and only saw a shadow in the shape of a hand, defying all logic. Lydia tried to turn her head to find the source of the shadow, but her head was pushed back, her eyes went back to the painting.

This time she knew it wasn't an itch.

The shadows took her hips in their grasp and squeezed affectionately. Instinctively hit her hips with her fists, and the shadows recoiled. She ran out of the room, into a hallway, her breath suddenly feeling cold and painful in her throat. She needed to call him, somewhere nobody could see, somewhere nobody could hear.

She thought she saw a large shadow fly beside her on a wall, and that made her squeak out, “Futu-i!” Fuck it!

Lydia found a veranda and ran onto it, slamming the door shut behind her. She blurted out, “Beetle–”

She was interrupted by the hand shaped shadow covering her mouth. It felt just like a cold hand.

Then she was pushed, and she fell face first into an outdoor lounge chair. Her mouth was pressed into the cushions, quieting everything she screamed out. Her dress was pulled down a little, exposing her nipples. Lydia kicked and squirmed but a great weight kept her pinned.

Icy fingers pinched and pulled at her nipple; her hidden core pulsed and wept at the tugging sensations. She moaned into the cushions. Then her breast was pressed and squeezed, and as peculiar as it was, the hands didn't feel cold anymore. They were warm.

Lydia heard the skirt of her dress being ruffled, and then felt it being pulled up her legs.

Oh no.

She fought harder, tried to move her head so she could call Beetlejuice, but she just couldn't win against this strength. Her panty hose was slowly slid down to her knees. Lydia sobbed.

A finger stroked her against her panties, focusing on her clitoris. Her hips rocked and she moaned. Damn, why did it feel so good?

A few moments passed on, and she just kept crying out at the pleasure, the hot pulsing. Her panties had gotten moist, and she thought if she was going to be assaulted by some supernatural creature, at least she should enjoy the nicer parts of it. Lydia forgot she could call Beetlejuice. Her thighs were tingling and jerking, and she didn't want it to stop. Greedily she spread her legs as much as she could, considering she had panty hose hindering her.

The harsh sound of cotton being ripped alerted her to the fact that her panties were being torn away. The force holding her head down relented. She moved her head to one side and moaned out, “Oooooooooooohh pleeeease … ”

She heard the growl of a beast. It frightened her, but when she felt a finger sink into her vagina she clawed at the cushions. “God … yes …”

It was assertive as it pushed in, but careful too, and the pad of the finger rubbed against her g-spot. A small part of her recognized a long fingernail, but she didn't think about it. She mewled and begged. Her breast was squeezed again, and she thought she'd go insane. She pushed her face back into the cushions and screamed. It kept building and building, and the finger kept digging in faster and faster.

“Aagh … yeah … Hhmmm!”

Her muscles squeezed around the finger and her body shook. She tore a little bit of the cushion's fabric.

Then it was gone.

“God …” It took Lydia a few minutes to try to get up. Her hands were trembling like a very old woman's, but she managed to pull her panty hose back up. As she put her dress back to its rightful shape on her body, she searched for her panties. They had to be somewhere …

Her heart angrily burst in her throat when she couldn't find them after five minutes. Torn or in perfect condition, leaving behind a wet pair of panties in someone's home wasn't typically polite.

Lydia's eyes and nose heated up and she cried. She sat back on the lounge chair and said between sobs, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!”

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