I turn towards Van.
“Van, can you two switch seats, so I can sit by you?” They both stare at each other for a moment, before Cole turns to me.
“I rather like my seat where I am,” he cheerfully says.
“It’s fine Emilia. I don’t mind switching. Stand up Cole,” she orders him.
“Fine,” he whines. I turn to Van and give her a little smile. I wait for them to switch seats, before whispering to my friend,
“Thanks. Much rather sit next to you,” I say and wink.
“Me too girl.”
I relax back in my seat and take a deep, relaxing breath. I turn my gaze towards the boy sitting next to me and see him staring broodingly at the blank black screen before us. He’s upset. He’s been upset since I told him I wasn’t going to tell him my secret. I’m upset too buddy. Now you know how it feels.
“Austin?” I try to grab his attention. He turns to me with a look of indifference.
“Don’t be upset with me, please,” I innocently beg. His look softens and he gently caresses my cheek.
“Never,” he says, and my heart melts a little. I smile and sigh.
He drops his hand and sits back in his seat, staring at the screen. I munch on my popcorn and sigh again in pure content.
The movie begins shortly after. I’m already leaning into the boy next to me. We aren’t touching and that bothers me. I don’t like the small gap between us. I don’t like how he hasn’t looked at me since the movie began. I mean, he’s either really into it or has lost all interest in me. I doubt that last thought, but he was acting strange, that was for sure.
I had never been on a date before. I had tagged along when Van and Cole had brought their dates to the movies, but I had never had one of my own. Austin is my first date, and I had hoped that he’d make the first move. The least he can do, is hold my hand. I mean we’ve done way more than hand holding, so what’s the problem? The way he’s acting, it’s like he’s never been to a movie before. I’m honestly, kind of jealous of the screen right now, for receiving all his attention.
After a minute, I decided. Fuck it. Guess I’ll be the one making the first move. I swear this boy is forcing me to face my confidence more and more. I reach my hand out and rest it on his thigh. While I continue staring at the screen, I see his head drop to my hand, before his gaze turns to me. I bite my bottom lip to hold back my cheesing smile, while trying desperately not to look his way.
He lifts the arm rest between us and scoots closer. His thigh touches my thigh and then his hand graces it. I shiver. Goosebumps form all over and I can’t help but tighten my already throbbing core. His fingers dig into my skin with each pulsing squeeze and I am squeezing below in reaction.
I never take my eyes off the screen, as he never takes his eyes off me. If he wants my attention, then he better work for it.
His other hand slides behind my neck, then reaches up. He laces his fingers in my hair and pulls down, forcing my chin to raise. He leans in close. The tip of his nose trails up my neck, before his lips slowly trace down. I am losing myself once again to his alluring nature. My eyes close.
His hand grips the base of my skull and tilts it to the side, exposing my neck to him.
The hand on my thigh leaves and grips my neck gently. His thumb strokes up and down my skin and once again, I am lost by his mere intoxicating touch.
“Such a pretty neck,” he whispers in my ear. My eyes are closed, my lips parted, my breathing heavy. That thumb finds my bottom lip and traces it. “So beautiful,” he whispers. I am wet, bothered, and aching. I need him. Screw air. It’s you I crave the most!
My half-lidded eyes meet his, just as that thumb finds its way into my mouth. Without realizing what I am doing, I begin sucking him. His eyes roll back, and he quietly moans. He pulls his thumb away and those heated eyes of his are almost black. Yeah, I’d say he got my attention alright. He’s got my bodies attention too. I am burning. Consumed by the fire that floods inside. Consumed by him.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper to him. I must get away. It’s too much to handle. Especially while sitting next to my best friend. So, I leave.
He eyes me curiously, as I stand and squeeze past his legs.
I make my way out the theater, towards the restroom.
I suddenly feel a hard tug on my upper arm and I almost scream, until I realize it’s just him.
He pushes me into the family restroom and then releases me. I turn around and see the blue-eyed beauty resting back against the door. With those lustful eyes pinned on me, he locks the door, trapping me inside. Seduction. Lust. Pain. I feel it. I see it. In him and in me. It’s consuming. Devouring. Tempting.
“What are you—" I begin to ask.
The boy doesn’t let me finish. He stalks towards me in haste, grips my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs and arms around him and hold on for dear life, just as he rushes us back. He sets me down on top of the counter and hurries to bunch my dress, pushing it passed my waist. His hand presses against my stomach and forces me to lay back.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to sit up. I’m worried, excited, confused yet, thrilled all at the same time.
Those eager hands grip the sides of my panties and he pulls, slowly, never tearing his hooded gaze away from me. I watch him bundle the thin fabric and place them in his jacket pocket.
I gasp when he moves in between legs. He grips my quivering thighs and divides them.
With one hand, he reaches for my neck and gently squeezes. His choking is gentle. He has me where he wants me. He is in control and there’s literally nothing I can do to stop him from getting what he wants. I am his. His to do whatever he pleased.
He releases his grip and trails his nails down my neck, between my breasts, passed my stomach and finally, over my bare core. My entire body trembles under his fingers.
I toss my head back and moan. That’s when I feel him firmly grip my thighs and spread them even wider. I glance up and lock eyes with the boy before me, only to see that his bright blue eyes have changed, yet again. They do that. They change. I’ve seen them change, when he’s angry. I’ve seen them change when he is aroused and right now… the boy is definitely aroused.
But so am I.
“Austin,” I whisper. He licks his lips torturously slow, teasing me of what I know that tongue can do. At least in my dreams. I tremble at remembering how well it fucked me in my dream.
I watch his eyes close. He throws his head back and inhales deeply.
“Mmmh. Emilia,” he purrs. He drops his head, gazing up at me under dark eyes and a wicked grin. “Oh, how I’m going to devour you,” he growls.
“What do you mean?” I nervously ask. I need to know what he wants. What he plans to do to me.
“I’ve tasted your sweetness. I’ve licked it, and now, it’s mine,” he maliciously states. So, it’s true? He just admitted to it!
“What? But it was just a dream,” I say.
“Was it?”
“But—" Holy shit!
He leans in close and presses his finger against my lips.
“Shhh. Don’t question the unknown,” he whispers. He’s right. Just go with it. The more you question, the crazier you’ll become. Don’t ruin the mood, Emilia. Just embrace it. Accept it.
He drops his finger from my lips and pulls back.
“Accept it. Embrace it. Fine, but you’re giving me answers soon,” I demand.
“In time, but right now, I plan on giving you something else.” Fuck… my body trembles in pleasure. I am throbbing. Aching for that sweet release I know only he can give me.
“Huhhh!” I gasp, when his tongue suddenly darts out of his mouth. My jaw drops. My eyes go wide. I inhale in pure shock.
And there it is. That monster tongue from my dream. It hangs, stretches, growing wider, longer, thicker...
“Holy fuck it’s real!” I shout in shock. It slithers around like a wild, wet anaconda and holy fuck, it’s turning me on, so fucking much.
Good God. I need it. Oh, I need it bad, and I can not wait, to have it inside me.
CHAPTER 8 - YOU’RE A FOOL
“Austin please,” I painfully beg.
Holy fuck I want that tongue. It isn’t anywhere near as large as the one I had in my dream, but it is still abnormally large, for any normal human tongue. Human. Austin is not human. That is now a definite conclusion. I don’t care though. It doesn’t matter. Call me crazy. Call me naïve. Call me whatever you want, but I honestly do not care.
I should be freaking out. This not freaking out on my part is insane. Any normal person would have been sent to a looney home, but here I was ready and willing to accept the crazy. Ready to be fucked by it.
“I’m going to eat, you, up, my treat,” he promises. Oh God. Yes please! My heart is pounding, ready to tear from my chest and lunge out towards him.
He grips my thighs and spreads them, opening me up for him to devour. He lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders. One more intense gaze from him and I lose those eyes, as they disappear below.
“Mmmh!” I moan and fall back, resting on my elbows, just as I feel that monster tongue lap me up. It’s so hot, so wet. I was soaked before, but now I am drenched.
That wide, monstrous tongue licks me from the hole of my ass, to my clit, over and over and over, like a drooling dog. My body burns and convulses in pleasure. The sensation is so strong, almost unbearable. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced before and yet, I find myself quite addicted already.
“Ohhhh!” I scream, when the tip of his tongue suddenly concentrates on rapidly flicking my clit.
“Austin... Ohh Austin. Yesss,” I moan. My hips are bucking wildly against his face, desperate for more friction. Desperate for more of that magical tongue.
I scream, when he picks up his pace.
“Ahhhhh!” My throbbing clit pulsates. I am panting, moaning, and yearning for that sweet release, I know that he can only give me.
“Austin…” I whimper. “Fuck…” I cry.
The tip of his tongue flicks my little nub even faster. I can feel the burning ache build within my lower core. The pressure is unbearable. Addicting. Maddening. I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to blow.
I toss my head back, clench my eyes and let go.
“Ahhhhh!” I scream, after releasing one mighty orgasm. My whole lower half is tensed. My core is raised, pushing against his face. After a moment, my body begins to relax, and I sigh in pure bliss.
The creature between my legs, grips my thighs roughly. There’s a low, deep growl that emits from him, as he laps up my juices like a starving animal. It’s the only sound in the room, next to the sound of the slurping he makes, while licking and sucking me dry.
Suddenly, there’s a whole new sensation.
“Ohhh! Holy fuck!” I shout. The sudden intrusion of his tongue inside me, takes me by surprise. It slithers within, twirling and licking, coating every inch of my walls. I lean up on my arms to get a glimpse.
“Fuck that feels soooo good,” I say under a heated breath. His eyes dart up, and I see a wide, wicked grin stretch across his face, all while his long, monster like tongue, continues thrusting within me.
All of a sudden. There’s an inflating pressure. It expands in width and length, filling me entirely on the inside.
“Austin!” I scream, after feeling the tip of his tongue, punch my virgin barrier.
Is he really going to take me virginity, with his tongue? I mean, should I let him? No... not here. Not now. Not like this. I’m now about to lose my virginity on a counter in a bathroom. I have to keep some ounce of dignity.
I raise and place my hand on his shoulder, pushing him back a little.
“No. Don’t go any further than that,” I tell him. He nods once and obeys. His tongue retracts just enough to still thrust within me, but stops each time, going no further than what he is allowed.
“Ahhh!” I scream, when his position changes. The tip of his tongue is now thrusting upwards, hitting a spot, so sensitive, that it has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Fuck... that feels soooo good,” I moan. He continues thrusting upwards, pounding into that euphoric spot and I am losing my mind. “Your tongue is sooo amazing,” I breathlessly admit. “I don’t know if I can go on. It’s too much,” I cry. “Oh God!” I can feel the burning pressure begin to build again. “Fuck!” I shout, when he begins tongue fucking me wildly.
“Yesss! Yes! Hmm. Fuck yes! Don’t stop…” I greedily whine and beg.
He’s trying to finish off strong and it is working. God, it is working and then it happens… my entire core clenches, trapping his hot tongue inside me. My body arches, my eyes shut, and I toss my head back and release my biggest orgasm yet.
“Ahhhh! Austin!” I scream. My core is nonstop convulsing, releasing mighty tremors of pleasure.
His tongue remains within, twirling inside me. He is tasting me of all my juices. Sucking me dry, and it is the most erotic and frightening thing I have ever experienced. I sit up, panting heavily, and watch as his tongue retracts, winding back, until it reaches its normal size. It hides behind his glistening face and I swear… I have never seen anyone look as fucking sexy as he does at this very moment.
“I knew you were in my room,” I state, while smirking.
“And in your dreams,” he admits. My smile drops and my eyes go wide.
“Wait. What? How?” I curiously wonder.
“Powers,” is all he says. I roll my eyes.
“Of course. Always so vague. When will you stop hiding from me?” I ask.
“When you stop hiding from me,” he says. I watch his tongue slither out, passed his lips. It stretches to lick around his mouth, collecting what remaining arousal of mine is left on his skin.
He pulls it back in, before he speaks,
“So sweet. Such a treat. The sweetest thing I ever did eat,” he eerily rhymes. My heart is pounding, and I am full of so many emotions right now. The main one’s being, fear and lust.
“I don’t know what you are, but I want to,” I strongly admit.
My breathing picks up. I am panting and not just from the intense orgasm, but because of the adrenaline that courses through my veins. The unknown, the mystery, the danger... I need to know this boy. I need to know all of him.
“I’m terror. I’m danger, I’m darkness and I’m evil. You’d be wise to fear me, to hate me and to flee.” I shake my head. No, he’s not evil. He can never be evil. I don’t believe that for a second and he thinks I should flee? Absolutely not!
“No. I’m not going anywhere, and you can’t make me.” In an instant, he has me pulled against him. His fingers run through my hair. He grips a handful of it at the back of my head, and pulls down, making me arch my neck. He leans in, trailing light kisses up my throat, and my body shivers.
“You’re a fool, Emilia. An ignorant fool. I could crush you, devour you, suck you dry. I could have my way with your innocent body and rip it apart.” His threat should have scared me, yet it only allured me even more.
“But you won’t. You won’t hurt me. You think I’m a fool then I’m your fool. Let me be your fool,” I softly beg. He yanks my hair back, so that I can see him.
“My fool. My sweetness. My treat,” he declares.
“Yes, and you are mine. My blue-eyed boy,” I declare.
“Yesss. Yours, my Emilia,” he purrs next to my ear.
“Don’t leave me. Ever,” I make him promise. Just the thought of living a life, that he is not a part of, brings me anxiety. He can never disappear on me again. I need him close. I need him with me, always.
He leans back, hovering but an inch away from my face and then replies,
“I’m not going anywhere, my sweet,” he promises.
“Good, because I won’t let you,” I warn. He finds my threat amusing as the grin on his face forms widely.
“Oh yeah? Is that so?”
“Yes,” I say.
“You need me,
” he states, as he runs his finger from my lips, passed my jaw. “Crave me.” The same finger slithers down my neck, then makes its way between the valley of my breasts. “Feel me,” he ends, while trailing that finger down my stomach, over my core, stopping just outside my entrance.
I am trembling under just that one finger.
“Yesss. I need you. Always,” I painfully whisper, in heat. He leans in close, lips barely grazing my sensitive neck. He nibbles on my ear, and then pulls it roughly between his teeth, just as his finger enters inside me. I gasp at the sensation.
“Ahhh!”
“As I’ve said before, my sweet, sweet Emilia. I am in you. You feel me. You will never escape me, for I am a part of you and soon, we will be one.”
“Sounds great,” I moan, enjoying the feeling of his finger slowly penetrating me.
His lips leave a light stimulating trail down my neck and it feels like tiny sparks of electricity. A mix of heated lips and electric pulses, my body is in a state of frenzy. His finger continues sliding in and out of me, slowly, leaving me with an agonizing ache. My body is thrusting to assist. I’m fucking his finger, wishing for more. Needing more.
“Austin,” I moan. His feather light kisses make their way slowly back up my neck.
“Yes, my sweet?”
“What are you?” I attempt to ask.
“I am yours,” he assures, as if I should have already known.
“I know, but that’s not what I meant. What are you?” I reiterate.
“You tell me your secret, and I’ll tell you mine, Emilia.” Gosh damnit blue eyes.
“Not fair,” I whine.
“Never said I played fair. I’ll do what I have to do, and you’d be wise to understand that now, rather than later,” he says. Whatever. This guy isn’t talking.
“Fine. We should head back then, Austin. Van is probably wondering where we are.” He withdraws his finger and takes a step back.
The boy before me nods, just before sticking his wet finger into his mouth and sucking it dry. With eyes on me, he pulls it out slowly and watching him do so is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
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