“Mine,” he whispers in awe, while still staring. He may be this brooding, at times, terrifying creature, but looking at him right now, I’d say he is simply, just one nervous boy, staring at his first pair of breasts and it is the most precious thing to witness.
“Yes Austin. They’re yours. You can touch them if you want,” I tell him. He glances up at me and his eyes light up. I notice that I am not the only one breathing hard. The blue-eyed beauty before me is almost as nervous as I. Maybe it’s him. Maybe it’s me or maybe it’s the combination of the both of us that I feel, but regardless, him and I are both two nervous wrecks.
Something snaps within the boy. A burst of adrenaline. A need for dominance. Both hands rush out towards me. One grips my breast. One grips my shoulder and he pushes. I fall on my back with a plump and gasp at the sudden impact.
His hand is kneading my right breast, greedily. The hand on my shoulder moves to grip the side of my neck. Blue eyes lean’s down, hovering over me, breathing heavily right before my lips. His eyes are fixed on them. He wants them. Desires them, but not as bad as I desire his.
“I want them,” he painfully says. “I want to taste them,” he admits, panting. I can feel his need. It’s overpowering. His desire for me is strong, but it can’t possibly be as strong as the need I feel for him.
“Not as much as I want yours. Kiss me Austin,” I tell him. His eyes gaze up and I feel him gaze into my soul.
“Not yet, my sweet, but soon,” he says. What is he waiting for? The perfect, storybook moment? Goodness… if he didn’t kiss me, I am just going to have to ki—
His hand covers my mouth before I can finish that thought. I watch that mouth of his slowly turn to a wide, up to no good grin. I try to sit up, but he holds my head down with the hand pressed against my mouth. I can see him crawl away, moving further down my body. He removes his hand and takes the sides of my jeans and pulls them. I raise my head to watch him. He glances up at me and smirks as he continues pulling them down my legs and then over each foot until he has them completely removed. He drops them on the floor, at the end of the bed.
He crawls slowly back up my legs, like a creepy, crawling creature, who’s ready to strike me where I am, and make me his next victim. His hands grip the sides of my panties and he pulls. I bend my knees as he pulls them over, down my legs and off my feet, tossing them behind him.
He takes both my knees and spreads them, moving between, with eyes fixated on the bare flesh that displays before him. He licks his lips and stares up at me with a glimmer in his eyes.
“I want to kiss you here,” he tells me. I follow his eyes as they travel below. He glances back up at me and I am a goner.
“Okay,” I tell him. “But only if you take off your clothes too,” I add.
That devilish grin widens, and he goes to remove his shirt. My mouth drops at seeing his bare chest. He watches me ogle at the masterpiece of mountainous abdominals and crevices that his perfect body showcases. My heart rate picks up. I exhale shakily and sigh. I want to touch him. I need to touch him.
“Austin... you’re so beautiful,” I merely whisper, in awe. He smiles and it is a warm, soft smile. He likes my compliment. It makes him happy. He hovers over me and leans in and kisses my neck.
“You’re even more beautiful. The most beautiful thing, I’ve ever seen,” he whispers into my ear. My eyes close and I tremble and clench below. I’m filled with so much warmth. So much happiness.
He sits back up, unbuttons his pants and unzips them. I watch him shimmy out of them, sit back and pull them off, leaving him in just his boxer briefs.
“Remove those too,” I tell him. He smirks and bites his bottom lip.
“Greedy, greedy, are we?” he mocks. He sits back up and kneels between my thighs. I watch him remove the last layer of clothing on him and toss the fabric.
I can’t help but stare at the thing that springs up between his thighs. My eyes are wide, lips parted, and I gasp. My eyes dart up to him and back to the thing.
“Holy shit. Austin…”
“Is it not big enough for you, my sweet?” Big enough? Big enough! Holy fuck! If it was any bigger, then he would seriously split me open from the inside.
“Austin! There is no way that— that thing! Will fit inside me. No way! Nah huh. Nope.” He would kill me! No way was I going to let him try. No way. The thought fucking sucked…
“I didn’t know. I can adjust,” he says, and if by some kind of magical sorcery, his thing shrinks to what I assume might be a normal sized thing.
“What the—” I begin to say, while in utter shock. “You can— can umm. You can change its shape?” I nervously ask. That knowingly smirk grows wide before he speaks.
“I can do many things, my sweet. I told you I can give you everything. You pick a size and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever your heart desires,” he says, as he crawls over, hovering just above me
“What do you mean?” I ask. He leans down and lays a sweet kiss on top of my forehead.
“Shhh. No more questions. I promise I will give you everything, but I will not give it to you today.”
“Then what can you give me?” I ask. His hand slides down my body, reaching me below. I close my eyes tightly and moan when I feel him.
“I can give you pleasure you can only dream of,” he whispers into my ear. I can feel myself leak with wetness. I hear him inhale deeply and moan himself.
“I’ve dreamed of your tongue, after the first night we met,” I remind.
“And I gave you that tongue again, the next night,” he says.
“I want it. I want that tongue. Give it to me. Please,” I beg, under a heated trance. His finger slides between my folds until it rests right outside my entrance. He slides it in, and I clench from the euphoric feeling.
“Do you want my tongue here? Do you want it inside you?” he seductively asks, while tracing the tip of his nose along my neck.
“Yes. Yes!” I moan. His finger begins to thrust inside me at a steady pace and my aching channel is pulsing at the pleasure. “Oh, Austin…” I moan again.
“I enjoy being inside you,” he says, just after adding a second finger.
“Ohh. Fuuuck,” I moan at the sudden fullness. “I know you do. I enjoy you being inside me too,” I tell him. He picks up his speed, sending his fingers pounding into me.
“Oh my God. Austin… don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg.
My body is thwarting with every thrust, making the headboard behind me hit the wall in unison with each pounding.
“How much can your little human body handle, before it brakes?” he says, and I’m worried.
“Don’t hurt me Austin,” I whisper, under closed eyes. His warm, wet tongue surprises me when it licks up the side of my face.
“Never,” he whispers. “I only want to see how much you can endure, before I give you my all.”
“Do whatever you want to me blue eyes.”
“Oh, my sweet Emilia. Be careful what you wish for, for you have no idea what I am capable of doing to you and your body,” he whispers, tugging on my ear with his teeth.
“I dare you to try.”
“Then so be it.”
CHAPTER 20 - OTHER NEWS
My eyes open out of curiosity and I see him kneeling before me, gazing down on me with that massive tongue, outstretched and swirling around like a wild anaconda. My jaw drops and eyes grow big. He grins, even with his mouth stretched open and his monstrous tongue hanging, he grins.
He removes his fingers from inside me, wiping both sides of them, on his tongue. His tongue continues to grow until I feel the tip of it tease my entrance, poking it but not entering passed that.
“Austin… I want it inside me. Please,” I beg. I watch and feel it dwindle to a more fitting size. It slowly slithers inside, and I lose it. “Ohhh,” I moan. It pulses within, expanding to fill me perfectly. I can feel the pressure, inflate and fill my hollow tunnel. I watch him withdraw the slippery appendage and ea
se it back in over and over and over.
It’s so warm, ribbed and it vibrates. Like a hum, I feel the vibrations echo off my walls and rattle my insides. It’s almost too much to handle. It’s so intense, yet just the right amount of stimulation to keep the buildup to a minimum before I explode in a shoulder gripping finale.
He grips my thighs from underneath and lifts them, resting my ankles over his shoulders. His hands wrap around my calves and he pulls me closer, filling more of that monstrous tongue inside me.
“Oh my God! Austin! Holy fuck!” I scream.
It’s fucking me fast, like an eel out of water and I am losing it. I should feel repulsed, creeped out. I should fear the thing inside me, but I don’t. I love it. I love it and I adore it. I adore him. I adore everything about him.
I hear him growl like a ravenous creature, devouring his meal hungrily. It’s beyond sexy, knowing he is enjoying eating me alive.
He grips my thighs, pulling me against his face and continues to thrust that massive tongue inside me rapidly. I am a goner. My body can take no more…
“Oh God! Austin. Austin! I’m going to come,” I cry in ecstasy.
He doesn’t slow down, instead, he pulls my core flat against his face and smothers his tongue inside, making it dwindle to fit me perfectly. He is growling and bobbing his face up and down my soaked self, flicking my throbbing clit with the tip of his nose each time. He is devouring me, tasting me. Eating me from the inside and I am losing it. I can’t take much more. I can’t hold on much longer.
“Austin! Austin! Ahhhhhh!” I scream when I orgasm. My head is thrown back, mouth parted, and eyes roll to the back of my skull. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck,” I cry in pleasure, convulsing below from mini aftershocks. His tongue remains in me, swirling, twisting while pulling out. It’s incredible, delightful and the most un-real sensation. I watch it un-wind and reel back in.
“Holy fuck,” I breathlessly mutter. He grins and licks his lips.
“I can give you far more than that, sweetness,” he promises, trailing both his hands up my thighs.
“I’m sure you can,” I say, still panting.
His hands slide up, along the curves of my hips, stopping to grip my waist. He hovers above, thrusting his hips slowly as his still erect member slides up and down my wet core. I can feel it growing between my thighs. Expanding wide and long. It’s so thick, so hard, so warm. The log of muscle is grinding against my core. Lathering itself with my wetness. My clit is throbbing, pulsing, crying out for relief. I find my pelvis moving in sync with his slow thrusts and I am moaning.
“Soon, I will give you the final part of me and only then, will the ritual begin,” his husky voice speaks. He begins grinding faster and I toss my head back and exhale heavily.
“What ritual?” I ask, under tightly closed eyes. My mouth is gaped open and I am panting. Austin’s thrusting has grown even faster as he continues grinding his large, swollen member over my wet core, massaging my aching clit each time.
“The ritual of your ascendance into your rightful place beside me,” he breathlessly states between thrusts.
“Of fuck… oh Austin. Don’t stop. What does this ritual consist of?” I moan and then ask. God it feels so good. My core is convulsing. Oh God…
“A bath of sorts. Great on the skin I’ve heard, but do not fret. You will emerge more alive than you’ve ever been.” He is moving fast. So fast. He grips my hips, thrusting vigorously against my swollen lips.
“Sounds like one Hell of a bath.” I attempt to joke, but it’s hard to speak. My entire body is trembling. Heating, but not from his fire but from another near epic orgasm.
“One Hell of a bath indeed! Ohhhh!” he moans.
His member twitches, releasing his hot, wet come over my stomach and breasts. His eyes and head roll back. His grip on my hips is piercing as he holds on, kneeling high between my thighs. “Fuck…” he breathlessly mutters as he hovers back over me and lets his head fall. He sighs and looks up at me with his mouth gaped open. A slick smirk pulls at the corner of those pouty lips and then one grows on mine.
“Was that your first orgasm?” I ask.
“No,” he replies. My smirk drops.
“What? But I thought—" He grins wickedly, and I suddenly want to slap that smile his off his handsome face. The thought of him being with another infuriates me. He told me he had saved himself for me. He is mine. Nobody touches what is mine. I am fuming. My chest rising and falling rapidly as hot air fumes out of my nostrils.
“The succubi were only good for sucking. Never would I allow them to take what belonged to you, my sweet,” he admits.
“Succubi? Those bitches ever touch you again and I’ll rip their tongues from their mouths and feed it to the piranhas,” I aggressively threaten. That wicked grin grows even wider.
“My sweet. I would love to see you perform such a task, but to be honest, the Hellhounds would much rather enjoy those tongues.” What was it with the Hell references? I decided to continue playing along.
“Well fine. I’ll feed them to the Hellhounds,” I add. Austin continues staring at me in awe. The silence is kind of awkward, considering I’m laying under him completely bare, with his come all over me.
“What? I shyly ask. He smiles like he knows something I do not. His eyes gaze down, before popping back up to mine.
“I’m just admiring you. You’re everything, Emilia,” he adoringly confesses. I sigh whole heartedly and blush at his words. Hook, line and sinker. He’s got me. I surrender. I’m his and I give up. I can never stay mad at this beautiful creature before me. I lov—
“Emilia?” calls my mother, from downstairs. Austin’s jaw tightens as his eyes dart towards the voice. He sighs and then looks to me, cupping my cheek gently. His look softens as he gazes down on me.
“We’ll finish this conversation another time, my sweet.” He leans in, pulling me up by the back of my neck. He lays a heavy kiss on my forehead and then lays me back.
“Austin. You should probably disappear. My mom is home,” I tell him.
“I thought you didn’t want me disappearing on you,” he mocks.
I give him a sarcastic smirk. He sits up as do I. I glance down at the now wet and sticky come displayed over my belly and boobs. He notices it too. Both our eyes meet, and he grins. I watch him climb off the bed, eyeing that perfectly sculpted white ass of his as he moves to my side dresser and grabs a few tissues.
“I mean, I never want you disappearing on me, but if my mom finds you in my bedroom, things will feel a lot more uncomfortable than they did that day you met my mom for the first time,” I remind him. Austin climbs back on the bed, kneeling over me, wiping me of his mess.
“Hmm. I have a different memory of the first time I met your mother, but if that is what you wish, sweetness, then I’ll disappear,” he says, eyeing me before he climbs off the bed and tosses the tissues in the trash.
“Cool, but hey. There’s this party tonight. At Aiden Serranto’s house. I heard it will be fun.” He turns my way, glances up at me under those thick brows of his, all while pulling his pants up and buttoning them.
“Do you want me to attend this party with you?” he asks as he bends to pick his shirt up off the ground. I watch him put it on, while gazing at those beautiful abs, before they disappear behind that stupid shirt.
“Yeah. If you want. It’s after the football game, but I rather skip that and just go to the party. You can meet me there, if that’s cool. My mom and dad want to talk to me about something later so I can have one of them drop me off,” I tell him.
He moves around to my side of the bed. He leans down, moving in close, his nose barely touching mine. His hands rest on each side of my thighs, flat against the mattress, caging me in. His heavenly scent is intoxicating. He is intoxicating. This pull is unbearable.
“Okay,” he says.
“So, you’ll meet me there?” I ask to make sure.
“I’ll meet you there,” he responds.
“Good,�
� I say. He kisses my forehead and moves away, taking a few steps back.
“See you soon, my Emilia,” he says right before he vanishes, leaving remnants of a black, shadowy mist that once held his form, and then it dissipates into the nothing, just like him.
I release a slow, shaky exhale.
“That is so freaking weird,” I admit out loud.
I shake it off and jump out of bed. I rush to get dressed and fix my messy hair, eventually leaving my room, making my way downstairs.
I find both my parents cuddled on the couch together, in the living room, watching the news. There’s a picture of Julie Baker on the tv. I know her. She goes to my school. I guess she’s missing. I instantly observe their nervous looks. I stop, standing on the opposite side of the room from them.
“I see someone else is missing,” I say, sitting on the armrest on the other end of the couch.
“Yeah. Do you know her Em?” mom asks.
“Um. Yeah. Kind of. I mean, she goes to my school, but were not friends. She’s kind of mean actually. So, we don’t necessarily get along,” I tell them. My mom glances at my dad, before she gazes down at her lap.
“Just because she’s mean, doesn’t mean she deserves to be taken,” my mom solemnly replies. My dad caresses her back in comforting circles and then speaks,
“When was the last time you saw her?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I don’t really pay attention to her.” He nods and focuses his attention back on the television. My eyes follow his and then bulge. I rush closer to the tv.
“Whoa! Turn it up dad.” He turns up the volume as I take a seat on the edge of the coffee table, in front of the tv, gazing intently at what the latest headline reads.
“Well honey. Told you school would be cancelled,” mom says. My hand flies to my forehead, holding it, squeezing it.
“Jesus! For how long?” I wonder out loud.
We all sit there, watching the news in silence for a while. I can’t believe another person has gone missing and someone from my school? This was nuts! Why her though? What did she do wrong? Every other victim had done something, but Julie? I don’t remember her doing anything to me. I can’t remember a damn thing. Maybe this was an unrelated case. The news wasn’t suggesting that she was another victim, but just a missing person. Yeah. This was just a missing person’s report. Julie did nothing to me. She wasn’t a victim to my mysterious list of people who have done me wrong and got their heads chopped off from it. No. Julie is innocent. She is innocent.
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