Great. I just had to open my mouth.
Lil crouched behind a tree, muscles burning, heart pounding. The
rain had run her make-up down her face, stinging her eyes and
blurring her vision. She’d kicked off her heels, tights laddered
from running through the forest shoeless. She still carried her
shoes, thinking to use them as weapons, possibly even to put them
back on if she ever got out of this god-haunted forest.
A twig snapped off to her right, and
she tucked herself lower, preparing to bolt, forcing herself to
breathe more slowly, quietly, through her mouth.
A hand, cool and strong, snaked around
her throat from behind, lifting her just under the jaw, turning and
pinning her to the tree she’d been hiding behind. She swung the
shoes at his head, and he caught her wrist in his free hand,
squeezing until she dropped them.
“Tag.”
The face in front of her was human in
shape, but sharper, impossible cheekbones, eyes blue enough to blind,
lips…
She stared at the lips, thin, parted,
behind them teeth, sharp, white, nearly fangs, shone surrounded by
pale, pale skin.
“Why do you run? You came to us.”
The words, soft, whispered like leaves in a high breeze.
A bar bet gone so very wrong, walk
into the haunted forest. Alcohol fueled bravery fled, Lil stared at
his lips in the darkness, licking her own.
“Well?”
“I… I thought you’d gone.”
Her voice squeaked through the dry, tight throat beneath his fingers.
Her pulse beat against those fingers, immovable, cool.
“Where would we go, daughter of
Eve?” He leaned in, nose to nose, forcing her to look into those
luminous blue eyes.
“I… don’t…”
He cut her off with a kiss, those thin
lips surprisingly soft, thin tongue invading her mouth, forcing its
way past her lips and teeth. Her body, already guitar string taut,
tensed further, then she relaxed with a whimper. She cautiously
responded, tongue darting up to meet his. He pulled back slowly,
smiling.
“A better question is why would we
go with a bountiful hunting ground so close? A word here and there,
from a devoted friend, and we have a night’s entertainment.”
“Friend? He knew?”
“Of course.” His free hand
settled on her hip, sliding up under her shirt to stroke warm skin
damp with sweat. “He knows our tastes so very well.”
“Our?” Her voice squeaked again,
and the hand squeezing just under her jaw, tightened its grip.
“Our.”
More shapes, male, female, tall, thin,
pale and dark, drifted out of the shadows. Hands tugged at her
clothing. Her captor pulled her forward and two of his companions
caught her hands, jerking them behind her back and tying them. She
didn’t resist.
“You wouldn’t be here if you
didn’t want this.” He held her face close to his, his breath
cool, smelling of cloves and autumn. “Tell me, who told you the
stories, Lilith? The stories that made your heart beat so fast when
you walked by the forest, wanting so badly to come in and see if we
would ravish you like in your mother’s books, the ones you read
when she was out.”
“You knew?”
“We’ve been waiting for you,
Lilith.” More hands now, holding blades, cutting her clothing
away, chill metal kissing her skin. As her clothing fell away, cool
fall air painted goosebumps across her flesh. The flat of a knife
blade slid under the sides of her panties, before they were tugged
from between her legs and dropped, to join the rags that had been her
club clothes on the ground. She shivered, nude, throat still gripped
in her captor’s hand. Other hands roamed over her body, pushing
her legs apart, sliding up into her cunt.
He kissed her again, teeth hard,
bruising, nipping her lips.
She bit him back, and his free hand
grabbed a nipple and twisted. She gasped. Someone pushed themselves
up against her ass hands gripping her hips.
“Well?” He looked over at whoever
had their fingers in her cunt.
“Dripping.”
The fingers withdrew, and Lil
squeaked.
“My Lord?” A masculine voice,
behind her.
“Not until she begs.”
The fingers returned, or perhaps
another set of fingers, to tease and stroke, pinch, slide into her,
goading her to the edge of orgasm and backing off. Her knees shook
and finally buckled. The hands followed as she dropped to the forest
floor, kneeling. Her captor let go of her throat and stepped back to
watch her.
Others, just as beautiful, and feral,
kissed her, bit, licked. Hands twined in her hair, pulling her head
back to expose her throat to kisses, tongues, teeth, grazing nips and
full bruising bites that broke the skin and drew beads of blood. She
gasped, and leaned into the bites, but kept her eyes on her captor’s,
and he smiled.
Time and again, she started to shake,
tremble, hips starting to bear down on the hands teasing her, and the
hands would back off to stroke elsewhere.
“One word, Lilith.” He crouched
in front of her. “Just one. Can you guess it?”
She looked down and swallowed hard.
Her body ached, muscles trembling. She licked her lips, and he
lifted her chin forcing her to look into those incredible, impossible
eyes.
“Please?”
The word itself, barely more than a
whisper, echoed through the night.
He grinned, teeth sharp and bright,
before standing and opening his trousers, his cock hard, pale as the
rest of him. She opened her mouth, and took him in with a low,
guttural moan, eyes closing. As cool as his hands, his skin smelled
of cool autumn nights and harvested fields. He nodded, and the
fingers in her cunt withdrew. The one behind her gripped her hips
tighter, bending her a little further forward, pushing his erection
into her from behind.
She wailed around the cock in her
mouth, body spasming as she came hard. They fucked her hard, brutal.
She pushed back against the cock in her cunt, stealing a breath
before her mouth was filled again.
Someone cut her hands loose, and she
raised them, gripping her captor’s thighs¸ taking him deeper,
hard. She opened her eyes to look up at him, and saw him, eyes
closed, lips parted, as he fucked her mouth. He glanced down, saw
her watching him, and smiled, before grabbing a handful of her hair
and pushing deeper into her.
He came, and she swallowed
convulsively. He stepped back, and a woman, nude from the waist down
stepped forward, taking his place. Lil leaned forward, her tongue
darting between the woman’s labia, warmer than her captor, but not
by much. Whoever fucked her from behind came into her and pulled
out. Slick fingers slowly pushed into her ass, while more fingers
teased her needy cunt.
Near sunrise, Lil shivered, nude,
alone in the trees, her body covered with bruises, bite marks and
scratches. Her cunt ached. So did her jaw and her ass. She crawled
to the edge of the trees and found the man from last night’s bar
bet waiting with her car, a blanket, and a full thermos of hot
coffee.
He ran forward with the blanket,
wrapped her in it, and helped her to the car. Once she was settled
in the passenger seat, sipping coffee, he grinned.
“Got my twenty bucks?” He winked
at her.
“Go fuck yourself.” She kept
sipping coffee, waiting for warmth to return to her body. Her
fingers and toes felt leaden. It hadn’t been that cold last night,
or had it? She stared out the windshield as they sat, watching the
sun rise over the hills.
“What are you thinking?” He
started the car, turning on the heater full blast. Lil leaned back
into the seat, closing eyelids too heavy to stay open.
“Will they have me back if I ask
nice again?”
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