MISSISSIPPI GOTHIC - A Substack Original - Supernatural Southern Gothic Horror

Chapter Seven. MISSISSIPPI GOTHIC: A Substack Original Supernatural Southern Gothic Horror.

Small ghost town. Hidden secrets. Demons. Fallen angels. Root magic. And a woman who can see ghosts— Now forced to stop a crazed pastor from awakening a god.

Jul 16, 2025

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E.A. Noble

Pure is grace and pure delight

It was 2:30 a.m. when I dimmed the light on my cell phone. The house was quiet. Sleep would not come to me. Even after I returned from the woods, ate, showered, and played with my baby cousins. I laid haphazardly on my stomach staring at the pink walls covered in cut out magazines of men that I could only have in my fantasies.

What was it like to be Jamie? Going to college, exams, parties? Getting a shade boyfriend that he seems to have fallen in love with?

I’ve never ventured out of my small town in the middle of nowhere Mississippi out in the boondocks. At least Jamie had that experience of leaving home. No matter how much I’ve tried to cross that border line, the pull to stay home felt like skeletal bones with white hands burying me in wet soil. And all I could do was claw my way out of the ground.

I flipped onto my back, the sheer curtains on my window slightly blew in the hot breeze. My bedroom door was open, I eased out of bed to close it, and locked the knob with a faint click. Tiptoeing to my small closet, I reached my hand underneath folded towels to pull out a tiny purple vibrator. Jamie had gotten it for me when I turned eighteen and told me it was time to get some dick. I’ve been using it every night since. It was annoying that I couldn’t go to sleep without the gentle vibrations.

Before I slid into the sheets, I slipped my panties and bedgown off. I allowed my afro to remain free on my silk pillowcases and placed my glasses on the dresser. Opening my legs wide, I flicked the vibrator on with my right hand and used my left hand to squeeze my nipples. The buzz on my clit was all I needed for my body to ache in lustful hunger. I scanned my thoughts from one celebrity to another. None of them were my sexual muses.

Then my thoughts landed on Vex, a bit of shame washed over me, but these were my thoughts. Who would know? Something otherworldly, strong, black, thick dick thrusting slowly, but deeply inside of me as my pussy pooled with juices. A long red tongue licking my nipples, running down my stomach until it reached my clit. How it had the ability to tongue fuck me and ways no mortal man ever could.

My back arched, the sheets slid to mid-waist. I pinched my nipples, leaning into the sensation as my mind flipped to a round brim hat, amber eyes, full juicy lips, attached to a body that I craved to see naked.

“Wraph-el.” I let his name slip from my lips, calling his body to me. I pushed the vibrator inside of my walls, closing my eyes and imagining him on top of me. He smelled of strong spice like a hot chili pepper. I ran my tongue across my teeth as I said his name again, and again.

“Wraph-el. Come to me.”

His reply was so real in my mind that I could have sworn he was right here with me, moving his fingers inside me, two fingers rotating my g-spot.

“Command me, Ahunni,” he said.

Sweat dripped from my forehead. The vibrator turned up several notches.

His voice was a whisper in my ear, his breath upon my neck. “Just say the words, and I’m yours, Ahunni.”

Oh, how I loved how he said my name. How he loomed over me with swirls of red curls on rich brown skin.

“Fuck me, Wraph-el. I need you inside of me.” I moaned. I imagined my legs wrapped around his waist. My nails dug into the crease of his back.

“I’m cuming,” I groaned, my body erupting in shivers.

“So soon?” Wraph-el said, rubbing my cheek.

My eyes flew open, my pulse quickening. There he was standing over me, watching me. The amber in his eyes was replaced by a glossy onyx. I let go of the vibrator. Wraph-el grabbed it, placing it in the exact spot that made my body melt into submission. He hovered over my face, his tongue licking his bottom lip.

“How do you taste Ahunni, sweet?” He shifted the vibrator in a circle motion. I grabbed his wrist, unable to say stop, to scream. My body betrayed me under his touch.

“Or savory?” He twisted the vibrator at the same time his fingers were slipping inside of me. My legs shook. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I exploded all over his fingertips.

“Wraph-el.” My voice was weak. When he removed his fingers slowly, he sat on the side of the bed, examining his fingers coated in my cum. He placed each finger into his mouth, one at a time, licking them clean.

“You taste like an awakening.”

It took me several blinks to realize he was here. Actually here! That I was not imagining him, he was sitting in front of me. With a white-collar shirt that was half unbuttoned. He reached over and rubbed my nipples.

“Round two, yes?”

I slapped his hands, yanking the sheet until it reached underneath my chin. A scream emerged from the base of my throat. Wraph-el was on top of me, his waist fitted in between my thighs. He covered my mouth as I screamed into his palms.

“You don’t want to wake your family, do you?” He whispered into my ear. His lips brushed against my neck. “I’m going to uncover your mouth. Only if you promise not to scream.” He smiled.

I nodded.

“Good, girl.” He uncovered my mouth, laying on top of me. His hard chest pressed against my nipples.

“What are you doing here?” I twisted the sheets in my fist.

“You called me, remember.” He slid his hands underneath my pillow. His arms secured me within them.

I searched his face, his silver canines were slightly extended.

“You called me in the graveyard, and you call me now.” His breath blew lightly on my lips. “Don’t you know what you’re doing to me, Ahunni?”

I opened and closed my mouth, not sure what to say or what to do. He was strong, the weight of his body settled on top of me just enough to understand if I moved it’s because he let me, not because I could.

Wraphel leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warm and ready. My pussy immediately pulsated, craving him to kiss those lips instead. His tongue met mine. He tasted like spices. Fresh Creole seasoning with a pinch of New Orleans jazz music in the streets—on-a-sunny-day spice. I wanted to eat him, swallow him whole. He thrusted his hips in a circular motion. I kissed him, grabbed his waist, and wrapped my legs around him. He grunted, pulling me close. His muscles, hard. His skin, soft. He rose and ripped the sheets from between us then settled back between my legs.

“No.” I willed myself to push his chest away.

His onyx eyes changed into swirls of amber. “You don’t mean it.”

I didn’t mean it. I wanted him. My body called for him to insert his manhood deep inside of me. But that’s the thing, I don’t know him. I should be calling the police not craving for his dick to be submitted so far into my throat that I choke in pleasure.

“No.” This time I shoved him harder, creating distance. “I mean it.” Even though we both glanced at my hips rubbing against his.

Wraph-el smiled. “You don’t.”

It was a challenge. A challenge I desperately wanted to lose. He slid away from me and my chest caved at the absence of his body heat. I noticed his black dress pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. I could see the impression of his manhood hooked to the left.

I fought the urge to call him back. This mother fucka could impregnate me right here and now and leave me forever and I would thank him for it. I cursed, searching for the sheets to wrap them around myself. Wraph-el strolled to an armchair by my open window, the curtains still blowing in the wind. A wide brim hat laid on the armrest.

He gracefully sat and crossed his legs, ankle over knee. His dark red hair stopped at mid chest.

“I think you should leave.” My voice trembled.

“And I think not.” He adjusted himself. “Now that we both got our thoughts out. Tell me, why do you call me?”

I scrunched my nose. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Only an agent of death could have this amount of pull. Which agent of death are you?”

“I’m no agent.”

“Bullshit. Tell me, Ahunni. Are you a necromancer?”

“No.”

“Medium?”

I shook my head, “I don’t think so.”

“So, what do you claim to be?” Wraph-el tapped his finger on his hat.

“I see ghosts. That’s it.”

“Why do you lie to me? Have I done something wrong?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

Wraph-el placed his crossed leg on the floor and leaned forward. “Try me.”

His eyes were onyx again. My mouth went dry. I wrapped my arms around my stomach to hold myself in place. I pressed my thighs together hoping that I could somehow relinquish my desire to have him inside of me. This stranger. Who’s in my bedroom as if this was his home, as if he had sat in that armchair every single day. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to fuck.

Wraph-el eased to the edge of the armchair, letting out a guttural low growl. I opened my legs and before my eyes could keep track, he was between them again, pinning me between his hard chest and the wall.

“You’re doing it again. Calling me. Commanding me. Stop it,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I’m not.” I panted.

Wraph-el mouth slightly opened. Rapid clicks escaped that almost sounded like echolocation from bats.

Every single red flag that went off in my head packed up their skirts and said fuck it, I’m out, do what you wanna do then.

Wraph-el buried his nose into my neck. “You’re driving me insane.” He lifted his head, his lips peeled back, flashing sharp silver canines. He leaned in, our breaths sharing the same air. “You smell of water lilies kissed by the Egyptian sun and loved by the night. I need…” his lips brushed against the base of my neck.

I was fighting. I swear I was fighting hard to say no. But my tongue remained silent. Instead, I craned my head backwards revealing the fullness of my neck as my thighs separated wider. One of his hands gripped the crease of my waist and the other held a fist full of my hair. I dropped the sheet, exposing my breasts.

“I need… to taste… you.” Those silver canines sank deep into my neck.

SUE RUSHED INTO MY MIND as the residual scene played at three times speed. Darkness and light colliding together in the night. Sue’s white marble eyes calling down the moonlight to destroy the enemies of her people. My people. Sue turned to me as Odean revved the horse back on its hind legs. Her muddy dress whipping in the tornado of light, with a voice that sounded like many, she spoke, “They are among you, to finish what he has started.” She pointed to Odean as the horse came down to all fours. “The fight is not over for us. Remember, daughter.” Sue took off, moonlight swirling around her as she took Odean head on.

THE ENERGY from the vision charged every cell I had in my body. I felt it pulsating. Many atoms colliding and bending to my will. I inhaled deeply and opened my eyes. Onyx eyes were wide, followed by a body that had risen mid-way in the air. Wraph-el’s mouth was covered in my blood. It dripped from his chin onto my bed sheets as he struggled to be set free of my release. I exhaled, relaxing my body as my heart thudded within my chest. Wraph-el fell to the floor and then jolted to his feet. I leapt off the bed to help him.

“Do not touch me!” He grumbled, disorientated. “Stay back,” he said, scrabbling to the window. Pointed ears peeked from behind the red curtains of his hair.

“I’m sorry. I–I don’t know what that was.” I reached for him. Wraph-el froze at my open window, his legs shaking under his weight.

I wanted him to return. I had this overwhelming sensation of commanding him to stay.

“Let me go.” His hand crushed the frame of my window.

I curbed my intent to keep him, releasing him to leave. His body sunk forward. He leapt out of the window and out into a fading night.

My vision blurred; the entire room became hazy. I reached for my glasses on my dresser and slapped them on. The room was clear again. I checked the time on my cell phone, it read 5:55 a.m.

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Chapter Question: Who was your celebrity crush, and what would you do if they suddenly showed up in front of you?

Chapter Seven’s Song: I Put a Spell on You.

Schedule Release & Author Commentary:

Chapter eight releases July 23rd.
The next chapter is what I call a transition chapter. Every book has them, you really can’t get away from them. I don’t know the proper name for them, but it’s almost an interlude, a set up chapter, or promise chapter for something greater to happen. They tend to be a little slow, show more of at home, internal dialogue, and character development. But regardless, I’m going to try and make it intriguing and interesting. Because chapter nine won’t come out until august 13th.
Another note. I need to make structural changes. Of course, I’ve already written well ahead of schedule, but I’m not feeling some parts. Mainly because it feels I’m veering off to more of fantasy, and I’m really trying not to go full on fantasy. I want to keep it dark, creepy, and supernatural. So, that means, I will need to redo some scenes and rewrite whole chapters. Would anyone want to read deleted scenes? There will be a shit ton.

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