“Anocht a thiomána!” I cried, and the throng of ethereal warrior’s voices rose in haunting melody beyond me.
I led the hunt out onto the highway as the last vestiges of the sun slipped beyond the horizon. The roar of the pipes deafening, the clatter of weapons and in some cases armor, a subtler thing, yet adding to the din as the wind whipped past and for a moment, I felt freed. A fleeting thing, that never lasted. Not when you’d lived as long as I, not when you’d seen as much as I. The weight of the centuries was a heavy burden for one who could not die.
I let my power blow back, beyond me. Casting a strong glamour to hide the throng behind me, so that I appeared as a lone rider. Doan was correct, as much as I hated to admit it. I had decided early on to play one of my more favorite games with any mortal I came upon tonight. I would, indeed, grant mercy, if but one condition could be met. If any man I came upon tonight could move my cold and empty heart, then he would be spared. All others would join my dark throng, however. Join us under the same curse. Eternity riding with the Wild Hunt wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I myself didn’t always, just occasionally would I lead them. Tonight, the night before All Hallows Eve, was always a special occasion.
It wasn’t long before the sharp whine of a sport bike reached my ears and I felt my lips curve into a cruel, cruel smile. The men who rode these motorcycles were typically exceptionally vain and a quick glance into my side view mirror confirmed that this one, was likely no exception.
I hit the throttle, even though his bike could and would easily outstrip mine in speed. He gunned it, the high whine ratcheting up in pitch, and pulled up alongside me. I glanced over and raised an eyebrow, letting him get a good look at me in the rising moonlight. As far as male humans went, he wasn’t half bad to look at. He was tall for the bike, his riding gear form fitted across a wide breadth of shoulders that tapered into narrow hips. His short hair was a dirty blonde that suited him, his eyes clear and bright. He was high, but merely off adrenaline.
He pulled ahead of me easily and cut across in front of me, which is when I got a good look at the back of his jacket. If you can read this, your mom fell off. I couldn’t help but chuckle, however, making me laugh would not be enough to sway me. He dropped back on my right and I smiled, turning my head to let him get another, better, look at me.
“Damn, you’re fine!” He yelled over the whine and thrum of our respective engines, the wind tearing away his voice to leave it spiraling forgotten behind us and into the throng of the hunt that he could neither see, nor feel, behind us.
“You’re not bad yourself, handsome!” I yelled.
“What!?”
I grinned and gave my bike more gas, pulling ahead ever so slightly and leaning it into a graceful curve. The blue crotch rocket the man-child rode whined, and he dropped back behind me. He poured on the speed and pulled up once more on my left.
“Pull off!” he shouted.
“What!?” I cried back. I knew full well what he’d said but we were in the thick of the chase and I hated it when it was this easy. Still, he looked like he might be fun. I slowed my bike as if to quiet the respective motors so that I could hear him better.
“What’re you doing out here all alone, gorgeous?” he called.
“Riding!”
“I can see that!” he laughed.
I eyed him speculatively and with a lascivious curve of lips, shouted, “You look a lot more fun right this minute though.” He slowed, gobsmacked and I laughed, high clear and bright. He likely wouldn’t be exactly what I was looking for tonight, but he could provide a lovely distraction for an hour or two. He revved up his bike and pulled up alongside me again, up on just the back wheel. Show off.
“Pull off, Baby! I wanna talk to you.”
“Oh really? Well what if I want to do more than talk?” I asked.
“Oh, believe me, I’m cool with that, too!”
I grinned and we kept on the same course, playfully bantering back and forth until we could find a place to accommodate both us, and the bikes, safely off the lonely stretch of highway. We pulled off and followed a few winding roads until we found a suitable place, shielded by a copse of trees. I shut off my Harley and heeled down the kickstand, watching as he did the same nearby.
“Damn, mostly fat chicks ride cruisers. You though? Baby, your body’s bangin’,” he stated.
Charming.
“You’re not half bad yourself,” I stated giving his body a long, lingering look.
“Why don’t you let me take you for a ride?” he said grinning and winked.
“On that?” I asked returning the grin in kind.
“Oh, yeah. I’m down for that.”
He got off his bike and I got off of mine. He was completely unaware of the spectral riders ringing us in, in the small clearing; watching us. Waiting for me, for the power this encounter would raise. For this arrogant prick to join them. I smiled broadly and made a great show of removing my leather jacket, laying it across the seat of my bike.
“What’s your name, Baby?” he asked me.
“Maebh.”
“Maeve?” he asked and I nodded. Close enough.
“Why don’t you come here, Maeve?”
I stepped closer and he drew me the rest of the way towards him by my leather clad hips. It was possessive and held the flavor of a spider thinking it had captured its prey. Little did he know; it was my web and he was the one who was caught. It was a frenzy of hands and a flurry of lips to get each other unclothed after that. He was rough, not even bothering to lift my lace tank over my head, but rather tearing it from my body in a display of inept power. The fool had no notion of what true power was.
“Get on the bike,” he uttered into my mouth when the both of us were nude and he gave me a rough shove towards it. I climbed onto his sport bike, palms flat to the glossy blue tank.
He got on behind me and sought my entrance roughly with his cock, pressing me painfully into the bike, my back arching at an extreme angle. The pain mixed with the pleasure of him finding me and sliding inside, made me gasp.
“Oh yeah, Baby, just like that. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” I grinned and pressed back, his cock fully seated, and moaned.
His strokes were both fast and hard. If he would just move that last little bit, they would have been extremely satisfying, however he fell short of the mark. I looked up and arched my back further, nipples kissed by the crisp, autumn air. I made eye contact with Doan, who I could see, but the hapless mortal driving into me could not.
Doan stood erect, arms crossed over his softly gleaming breastplate. He cocked his head to the side slightly, eyes guarded as he watched me. His expression was unreadable but the light of lust in his silver eyes was unmistakable. I smiled a cruel curve of lips and deepened the cadence of my moans. Doan couldn’t help himself, he smirked and I bowed my head to disguise my own chuckle.
“Are you having a good time? Because you could seriously start fucking me any second.” I mouthed off. The man behind me growled and fisted the back of my hair, yanking on it sharply. I arched back and shifted my hips and, oh yes. That was at least a little less boring.
“Oh, there! Right there!” I encouraged and he drove into my body with renewed vigor. Less for my satisfaction and more for his precious male ego. I tightened around him and loved how he hit just the right spot, despite how unsatisfying I found his length and girth to be, the angle he held me at was just right, and was beginning to make up for it. Not that he intended it to do anything for me. No, I was quite sure he’d found the spot by happy accident.
“Tighten up that pussy,” he demanded, giving a savage yank to my long tresses. Doan took a step forward, scowling and I frowned at him. I was fine. There was nothing this boy could do to hurt me.
He slapped my ass and I yowled in pleasure, and did as he commanded, clenching down, tightening around him just that much further. I tapped that place inside, where pleasure and pain intermingle and become the spark to ignite…
; “Right there, oh just a little harder!” I ordered and he pushed into me, stroking as deep as his cock would let him. His hand crashed down onto my ass once again and I came. It wasn’t as spectacular as it could have been, but it was still good. I confess, it takes a lot to impress me. Still, the orgasm was just enough that I drove my power deep into the surrounding nature and pulled it into my being. The night fell away, the machinery beneath us, all that manmade metal and plastic, couldn’t keep me from the hunt; keep me from my intentions for tonight.
I pulled the power deep, drank of it as if from a spring and let it fill me. My skin growing luminous with a glow to rival that of the moon. I cried out at the sheer intensity of the sensation and pushed against the gas tank. He finished in a hot spill against my ass and then he cried out, screamed indignant as he was dragged bodily off the bike. I caught my breath and swung a leg over, touching down on the soft earth, solidifying my powerbase.
“What the fuck!? What the fuck!?” the mortal cried. I turned to look at him, struggling between Doan and one of the other guards.
“Silence!” I called and snapped my fingers, his clothing appeared on his body which spared me from the pitiful sight of his shriveled little cock.
“Kneel before your queen!” Doan demanded and kicked out at the back of the mortal’s knees.
The man looked up at me in open mouthed terror and I smiled sweetly. Doan smirked behind him.
“What the fuck are you?” he asked and I stalked forward, nude and menacing in his direction. I stopped before him and bowed at the waist, putting my nose an inch from his.
“I am your queen,” I murmured.
“Queen? There are no queens! This is America! Oh, god!”
“Your god can’t help you now.” I stroked the side of his face and he quailed. I had no sympathy, not after the way he’d shown his arrogance, not after the way he’d taken me, so roughly. He’d had no regard for anyone but himself, not with me, and I was certain; not with any woman before me. Now the tables were turned.
“You will make a fine soldier,” I whispered and placed my lips against his. I poured my power into the kiss and drank his life down, his memories playing in a tableau across my mind. I was very glad to remove him from the human race. Never again would he be the bane of another female’s existence. Never again would he force another. His life was forfeit. His life was mine. He was mine.
I straightened and stepped back, once again fully clothed in my riding gear. Doan and his counterpart let the man go, and he collapsed on all fours.
“What did you do to me?” he demanded and I smiled cruelly.
“You belong to the Wild Hunt, now.” I offered.
He looked up at me, and gasped. I knew my eyes had bled to black. It was what happened when I was nearly drunk with power and there was no reason to bother with glamour at this point.
“On your feet, man.” Doan ordered, and the command held power of its own. The man stood as if pulled by strings. He turned to look at Doan, wan and afraid. Afraid, like so many women and girls. There were four that I could remember, all living with the pain of the assault he’d visited upon their flesh.
“Now you know how it feels,” I whispered.
“Back of the line, prospect!” Doan’s counterpart snarled and shoved the man towards his bike.
I turned to Doan, who smiled darkly.
“Still find me to be merciful?” I asked. His laughter boomed into the clearing as I straddled my motorcycle and started it up.
“We ride! Fall in!” I ordered. The night was still young, and there were many more miles to travel. Woe be to any mortals in this new and fertile land that the hunt should happen upon tonight. Woe be unto them all.
***
We rode fierce, snaking along the open highways through the hills, and nary a soul in sight. I was growing restless. This new world was supposed to be ripe for the picking, populated with mortals ignorant of our ways. It came, almost as a surprise, when I encountered one off to the side of the road, in what a sign declared a ‘scenic lookout.’ He was perched on his motorcycle, similar in build to mine, arms crossed, feet solidly planted to either side; staring out at the midnight skies.
He turned his head to look in my direction as I turned into the gravel lot, putting up a hand to shade his eyes from my motorcycle’s headlamp. He blinked in surprise when I switched off the machine and he realized it was a woman straddling leather and chrome. I cocked my head to the side and regarded him.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Hello,” he smiled and it was weighted with sadness.
Curious.
“What brings you to sit, so alone, stranger?” I asked him.
“Riley,” he said.
I smiled. “Are we not meant to be strangers then?” I asked.
“Nobody should be a stranger this late, out here like this. What’s your name?”
“Maebh.”
“Maeve?” he asked, leaning forward to hear me better over the ticking of my cooling engine. I nodded softly, again, it was close enough.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” he observed before returning his gaze to the heavens. I smiled. Hmm, charming in the right way, this one.
“What are you doing out here all alone, Riley?” I purred.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
I chuckled, “I do believe I asked first.
“Had a fight with the wife, you?”
“Just out looking for something,” I mused.
“Yeah, me too. You find it?”
“Not yet. You?”
“Nope.”
We sat in silence and I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my gas tank. I turned my eyes heavenward to the star shot sky and sighed out gently. Even after so long, the stars still took my breath away.
“Why are you really out here, Riley?” I asked after a time.
“I told you, had a fight with the wife,” he murmured, shifting uncomfortably. “Why are you really out here, Maeve?”
“I told you, I am looking for something. You said you were looking for something. What?”
He sighed and it was weighted with the world.
“I don’t know. I was going to head to a bar, drink myself stupid and maybe try to find a random hookup.”
I scoffed a laugh, “My, how incredibly honest of you!” It was a quality that was severely lacking among mortals of these modern times.
“Yeah, well… honest, but not at the same time. You know?” he smiled and again my breath caught. Riley was an incredibly handsome man. His smile, enough to make even my stone, cold, heart flutter. I admit a certain weakness for beautiful men, and I couldn’t help but count Riley as very beautiful.
“What did you fight about?” I found myself asking.
“I’m an E-5 trying to support five people on an E-5’s salary.” He laughed a little at what must have been clear confusion on my face.
“Sorry, I don’t make a whole lot of money. It’s tough supporting myself, her, and our three kids with just the one income; I can’t do it. I’ve asked her to look for a job, to help, but all we end up doing is fighting.”
Ah, I was familiar enough with this new world to understand that it was once more fashionable, and necessary for a woman to hold their own. Once again it wasn’t uncommon for women to take up arms, and I was glad for it. Women were never meant to be soft creatures of luxury. We were meant to stand as equals with our men. As partners, not subservient.
“She won’t get a job? Why ever not?” I raised my hand palm out to stop him when he drew breath to speak. “Never mind, please forgive me for prying.”
He smiled that heart meltingly beautiful smile once more, “I opened the door, not your fault you walked through it.”
“I’ve been married to my wife a long time. We got hitched when we were sixteen, when she was pregnant with our second. We were fifteen when we had our first. So even though I may not look like it, my kids are almost all grown, and it’s been a real long time sin
ce she and I could relate on anything. My marriage has been falling apart for years and I guess… I guess I’m lonely.”
He reeled back in his seat and sucked in a deep breath, blowing it out in an explosion of pale vapor in the crisp night air.
“Wow.”
“Feel good to let it out?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah. Been holding that in for a long time, never really had anyone I could say it out loud to before. I’m sorry, look, I shouldn’t be telling you any of this…”
“Shhh,” I hushed him.
I swung a leg over my bike and stood, stretching. I didn’t miss the longing look Riley cast towards the glimpse of skin that peeked out at my midriff. I raked him with my gaze once more and boldly straddled his bike facing him, forcing him to scoot back to make room. He did, with a startled, but not unpleased expression.
“Woah! Hey, there.” He held up his hands and I sat across from him astride his cruiser, arms crossed, raking him with my dark gaze, even though I knew, that by now, my eyes appeared as human, the whites having returned.
“No bullshit,” I murmured in the quiet hush between us, “What do you need?”
“I guess…” he trailed off, searching my face long and hard. Debating with himself on what he should and shouldn’t say. I watched the war wage in him and touched him gently with my magic, sousing him out. I was surprised to find a good man. A very good, very tired, extremely lonely, touch starved man.
I knew the feeling well. You cannot be as old as I and not be touched with loneliness, no matter how many mortal souls surrounded me. Especially knowing those souls would flee given half a chance and if they didn’t flee, that their lives would before we had the time to truly live in one another’s company. There was Doan, true enough, but even he and the other Faye couldn’t always fill the void when it appeared. It was the curse of the extremely long lived and the immortal. I touched Riley with my magic once more, giving him the barest of nudges to speak his heart’s desire aloud.
“No bullshit?” he murmured gently. I shook my head, once to the left, once to the right.
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