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His lips were soft. Surprisingly supple and warm and she flashed back to before. Before he’d broken her trust, before her vision, before she’d learned her folly and realized it was just the same. Instead of a gentle pull forward he pushed back and plundered her mouth, teased and nipped as he moved his head in a rhythm only he could hear but she knew in her bones. She moved with him, dizzy with the sudden assault on her senses, and the tight grip he had on the back of her head eased when he realized she wasn’t going to try to escape him. The noise he let out, a mix between a groan and a sigh, had her chest tight and fluttery. Her grasp of cold logic now melted beneath the warmth of the sudden explosive passion he’d poured into her.
He pulled back, his red rimmed hazel eyes dark with need, lust, that feral writhing thing she shied away from before but now felt the drumbeat with every pump of her fluttering heart. His tongue traced the line of his lips and she knew her eyes were wide, knew they followed that pink organ on its slow yet short journey and the smirk he carried on those same lips had suddenly cleared her head of the fog of arousal. The liquid way it made her want to let him possess her and it terrified her. Wednesday managed to take his guard and throw it back at him as she stumbled back out of his embrace. She was dizzy and too hot and felt the chaos she loathed war with the logic she lived by. The back of her legs bumped into the frame of her bed while he stood there and panted. Eyes wide and dark. Watching. She could tell he wasn’t well pleased by her tactical retreat and she silenced the tremble of her hand at her side because her fingers tingled and ached to bury themselves in his hair. To see if those plush curls were as soft as she’d imagined before she tugged on them to see if he liked a bit of pain with his pleasure.
Wednesday wasn’t ignorant of the intricacies of sex. Not with her parents being who they were. She knew the mechanics. Knew how everything fit together and why but until this place…. Until this boy…this monster…hadn’t wanted to even attempt to understand it. Not even for scientific curiosity. But now her body wasn’t her own. She wanted to go to him and pull his lips back to hers, to pin him down and carve his chest with her nails. To mark him and bruise him and own him so that every time he moved every ache and tender place on his body would be a reminder that she’d possessed him. Because she wasn’t ready for softer things. Her heart still twisted and torn with the ache of the way he’d squeezed until it rent in twain. Wednesday wasn’t ready to forgive him for that and so she watched him without his hands on her but it hardly cleared her mind further. His proximity distracted and devastated in equal parts and it felt delightful and agonizing with each breath.
“Running? I didn’t think you were a coward, Wednesday,” She knew it was a challenge. Knew he was baiting her and yet the accusation dug into her chest. Coward? Hardly.
“Forgive me for wishing to keep my body parts attached, at least, for now.” Her cool reply grounded her. There wasn’t a hint of anything in her voice that would have betrayed her. Forced her posture to relax as if she were unguarded, and let the hum of arousal pulse through her in order to tame it.
“Where’s the fun in that?” HydeTyler purred at her and the sound loosened her control incrementally. “If I wanted you dead I’ve had both the motive and opportunity.” A bitter sound escaped him and Wednesday knew somehow that he was thinking of his father then. “I want to see you, Wednesday. I want you splayed before me torn open and bleeding without a mark on you. I want to dig into your soul and make a home there. I want you to think of me every waking moment until you go mad with it. Want to dig my claws into your skin and have your surrender. Me.” He trembled with each word. The muscles under his shirt jumped and twitched with his excitement and she watched his eyes grow larger as if heralding his transformation.
She wasn’t sure if it was the idea that he was so overwrought that even talking about her left him out of control or if she wanted him regardless. This him and the boy who smiled at her and made her coffee and the thought of the second made her chest ache in a way she hated. No. She wasn’t ready for softer things yet. His struggle flooded her blood with new fire but she felt a clench in her lower belly that was unfamiliar. It tingled even lower while her body prepared itself for what now seemed inevitable. “If you think I’ll give you the satisfaction of surrender you are sorely mistaken.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything different, Cockroach,” His voice was deeper and raspy and elicited a fresh wave of those tingling zappy sensations under her skin much to her dismay. She watched him take a deep breath, lips shut, right through his nose and he shuddered before he released that same breath with a groan. His eyes locked on her, larger and larger, his shoulders swelled and he stood, panting and half transformed, crazed and yet contained. His respirations much faster than usual as she watched the battle going on inside his head. It almost disappointed her when his transformation receded back into the boy with hazel eyes and curls over the shadows locked within them.
“Flattery again? I thought we went over this.” She replied coolly.
He chuckled and began to move toward her, slowly, almost lazily, “I’ve missed you.”
“I haven’t.” She lied but it was designed to wound and by the mask of annoyance and anger that flashed across his face her well placed barb worked.
“You tell such pretty little lies, Cockroach,” He purred out and another wave of that damning tingling heat bit and pricked at her skin while she kept her face impassive. He moved back into her space - invaded it with gentle but persistent pressure. As if he expected her to lash out. The blade was still an option but not her first. Not right now. He pulled as closely to her as he could without their bodies touching. The heat from his skin flirted with the chill she’d always held so tightly and he leaned down until his lips were just a breath away from her ear. A shiver trembled through her as moist warmth traced the outer shell of her ear while he let out a sigh and then inhaled deeply. The rumbling snarl that came from his chest after was certainly not human and neither were his eyes, “And they are lies. Aren’t they? Because I know while you sit here unaffected and cold it’s just a mask. I can smell how much you want me, I can taste it. So don’t sit there and lie to us.”
“I’m standing.” She whispered back in challenge but didn’t deny her body’s response to him. Continuing would only diminish them both.
“Details.”
“Why now?”
He tensed and drew back to look her in the eyes and she saw both of him within them. The strange, yet endearing boy who’d earned her trust and then betrayed it and the monster who craved blood and death…and her, “Why not?” He answered finally and she nodded. He leaned in and she echoed an earlier moment between them in a decorated crypt after a movie that had horrified her.
“You’re making a mistake.” The words tumbled free before she could wrest them back from her voicebox.
“Probably.” He returned with a sorrowful wry twist to his lips but leaned into her, drawn by some siren song she couldn’t hear and yet followed all the same. This wasn’t forgiveness…but it wasn’t nothing.
“Defin–,” The warmth of his lips cut her reply off and the brief flare of annoyance mellowed into something gentler.
This kiss was different than the first, prompted by intense emotion on his end, in the teasing way he hovered and nipped at her lips after the solid contact. She knew he wanted her to chase him back, wanted her to give ground, surrender, and she refused. Instead she pulled back, leading him back to where she held the high ground, and when she glanced up at his expression she saw the boy who stared back at her with soft eyes, light and watery and something within them that made her belly twist uncomfortably and fired up that ache in her chest. His words from earlier echoed now inside her head when she’d told him to break her if he could. It was getting more difficult to remain calm and clinical about all of this when the teasing ate at her resolve and he gave a barely audible sigh. Wednesday’s eyes closed as well and her lips tingled with the blunt way his teeth sank into the plush tissue and so she did the same back, nipping with an edge of something sharp. The twitch at the edge of his mouth irritated her and she sought to wipe the beginnings of humor out of his expression. Hands tangled at the back of his head and she pulled him closer. His curls were soft and wiry at the same time. A cacophony of texture and thickness and her nails grazed his scalp while she turned her head to deepen the kiss. She felt his hand land on her arm and it trailed down to her shoulder and neck to rest at the back of her head while the other wrapped around her torso loosely as they made out, each second that warmth that she’d beaten back pulsed anew in her blood, building. It made her skin tight and warm, her fingertips tingled pleasantly as if they were wrapped in a vice, or those times where she’d tried asphyxiation just to see if it was something she would enjoy. She had. But only in small amounts. Couldn’t risk long term oxygen deprivation as it might have had a detrimental affect to her mental capacity.
Wednesday wasn’t ready when his arm tightened around her middle and he pivoted them both in a dizzying spin. Nor was she prepared when he moved her backward near effortlessly and the press of cold stone at her back made her realize he now had her trapped without an escape at her back. She stiffened despite the desire to sink into the cool stone to calm the raging heat in her blood and body and he noticed. His lips left hers and those eyes locked onto her expression, “I’m not going to hurt you.” That gentle gaze had retreated to be replaced by the red rimmed hunger of a beast who did not know what softness was.
“I might,” She whispered back.
“Good.” He grinned and she felt the hand at the back of her neck shift slightly and his thumb brushed at the hollow below her ear, then the forward curve of her jaw. Rough in just the right way from the callus that adorned it. She softened on instinct and a flash of memory before it all went wrong.
From there it became something else.
Her back was still to the column and it was unacceptable but she would find her opening when the time was right. Until then his lips found hers again and she pushed back, feeding into the frenzied flames and liquid magma bubbling to life in her gut, over her muscles, and it was an inferno to the usually stoic and controlled girl. The one who refused to let chaos in. It burned.
His hand at her neck tightened and so did hers while they dueled with lips and teeth and a little bit of tongue. He groaned into her mouth and she felt his chest settle against her while his hand roamed up and down her back and left a path of flames in its wake. Her nails dug into the tender flesh of his scalp and neck and he grunted. His grip tightened on her lower back where his hand was now. Her lips were sensitive and swollen with the rush of blood to them and they parted in surprise when he pulled back just enough to move her head to the side and expose the clean line of her neck to his eyes. Some darker flashed then, bloodier, grim and hungry and she felt that jump in her chest of her heart already racing. That little thrill of true danger pulsed and she felt another twist in her gut before it settled lower and a fresh rush of liquid warmth betrayed her. He inhaled again with a soft sound and his teeth bit and teased at her jawline before he soothed away the little pinches with the softer feel of his lips and he coasted downward in no rush at all despite their precarious position. If Enid were to have come back or Thing or their new Dorm Mother this would all fall apart rather spectacularly. Her pulse jumped and fluttered under his hungry mouth while he sucked at the carotid just beneath her pale skin with just enough force to hurt and she fought the way her eyelids wanted to flutter shut at the delicious ache it brought about. Her fingers hadn’t stopped scratching and tugging at his curls and when he hit that spot lower at her shoulder he bit harder. Not enough to wound or maim but it was delightful as it rushed through her. Keyed up she tugged harder at his hair and he let out another groan.
Wednesday wanted to hear more little sounds. They pleased her and so she let one hand move from his head down his back and the flimsy shirt he wore. His jacket discarded some time between his entrance and now and Wednesday couldn’t recall when that had been. She was in her evening wear, a simple long sleeved buttoned top and shorts, both black as usual but that didn’t matter. Not when the muscle of his back played along her palm and her blood sang when he shifted and pressed a thigh between her legs.
It was betrayal when her body yielded to his pressure and she cursed at herself but refused to admit that he’d gotten past her defences and pretended as if it were her idea to begin with. Electricity began to fizzle at the base of her spine and curled upward to settle in a buzz at the back of her head and over her scalp. Familiar but only in flashes and stolen moments but that liquid heat in her blood was something else.
“That’s it,” He murmured and the shock of his heated skin against her cool back was enough to tear a small gasp from her. Barely a sound at all even in the silent space around them but she watched his eyes darken, felt the way his muscles jumped under her hand while she dug her fingertips into the meat of his shoulder. He groaned again while his thumb played havoc on her senses just under the light shirt but made no move to go further.
More lips and teeth and hands and she shifted her legs, parting them further and a warm wet sensation distracted her from between her thighs. She was slick and warm in a way she’d never been before and when he moved his sweats clad thigh higher to brush that juncture she dug her nails in with another sharp inhale as that fluttering, fizzling sensation flared brightly throughout her body and her sharp exhale was another victory for him.
No. She would not be a pliant waif awaiting his next touch. Her hand found the edge of his shirt and she burrowed underneath it. The warmth and sweat slickened skin only stoked her frustration but he let out another groan when her nails gave just enough pressure to make him feel it but not enough to wound. His physique was impressive, but she’d never admit to it. She’d called his looks ‘generic’ after all.
She would take and not ask for his forgiveness for it.
The hand at his hair didn’t move but she did grip higher up in order to force him to tilt his head like he did to her and when she teased and nipped she felt the heat and hard beat of his heart there. So close. His lifeblood thrummed just under the surface. A well placed dagger, a slice of a thick nail, any manner of sharp objects and the red liquid would spill out from him and over her. Wednesday was not gentle or kind but she was hungry and she couldn’t help herself when she placed the flat of her tongue at his collarbone and laved upward to taste the salt and tang of old blood not quite washed away. Deer. Maybe. But he grunted and snarled and pressed his lips on her shoulder, shaking, vibrating and when he shoved his thigh upward and inward her gasp was louder but still hushed in the empty space of her room. Her logic fuzzed out, her brain short circuited, and she couldn’t help but seek out that sudden sensation again. Her hips rolled helplessly against that firmness he wouldn’t yield or draw back and instead his smirk made her want to make him bleed but she lost that thought when he rocked his thigh back and forth. Her eyes locked onto his and the intensity in them ratched up the heat now suffocating her. Each new brush of his body on her slick traitorous core was enough to bring her closer to surrender. The heat built and built, electric fizzing, zapping, faster and faster, she couldn’t think, didn’t want to think. Soft panting filled the room and she frantically moved her fingers up his back, tracing and trailing, unsure of how to channel this building feeling. It was too much. And not enough. It was fire and ice and danger and darkness and life and death and the stars and the endless yawning pit before her. Her hand was on his shoulder now, nails steady, and she couldn’t focus her eyes on anything, not even him as things dimmed around her. The rush of blood in her ears pushed out everything else.
There was eventually an end.
She couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much and yet she never wanted it to stop while she rode his thigh in tandem with his grinding motions and it was as necessary as breath that she chase this sensation to its inevitable end. Then a tense long moment, and then she broke. It broke. That coil. That tense wire tighter and tighter and tighter snapped. Her quiet exaltation swallowed by an eager mouth while she jerked and vibrated and felt her vision white out, her hearing dim and buzz, her skin pulse and tingle while every muscle in her body tense and more slick liquid rushed out as she rode her high until its end. When the last of it fled she felt lighter and yet so much heavier. Lax and pliant and giddy in a way she’d never quite experienced before. She buried her head into his chest and let out a sigh and nuzzled him before she stopped herself.
Tyler’s breath came in halted pants and she felt the rapid beat of his heart pounding under her ear. She felt something at her wrist, the one that held her blade and before she could even try to summon up the mental capacity to understand that single fact she heard the tinny jingle of a buckle being freed and the lax sensation of leather sliding down over her hand before a louder noise of something striking stone echoed.
“Clever trick, but we won’t be needing that now will we?” He purred again at her ear and she put her hands on his chest to shove him back. The fog of orgasm began to fade off as she realized that she was utterly defenseless but he wasn’t making any moves to continue or halt their nocturnal explorations. Her gaze snapped to his and she found uncertainty and barely restrained hunger in equal parts.
Wednesday burrowed her hands under his clothes and the chill of them brought a shiver to his body and that uncertainty began to recede into wherever Tyler found a haven within his own tormented psyche, “Don’t back down now, Tyler. You have me where you want me don’t you?” A challenge of her own issued with boldness she definitely had no business voicing.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” He stared down at her and she found the flush on his cheeks endearing in a nearly nauseating way but didn’t want to stop staring. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What if I want you to?” Wednesday could have laughed at the look on his face. That soft wonder that reminded her so much of the Rave’N and when he’d confessed his sins to her. Though they hadn’t been the worst of his crimes… it had been a moment of real truth between them. She let her fingers drift up his chest and the cotton blend of his shirt rose with the motion to reveal the chest she’d seen up close not all that long ago. His skin was too hot, soft, and pulsed with power. His belly jumped under her questing fingers as she traced the planes of his abdominal muscles, over the ‘V’ where his hips pointed downward and through a sparse trail of softer curly hair from his belly button downward which disappeared into the waist of his drawstring pants.
She let her nails dance on his flesh with just enough pressure to drag with a delicate sting over the middle of his belly and skipped over his belly button while she watched his eyes. Watched the haze of arousal as it slowly clouded over that keen bloodthirst, that darkness and the cunning he’d shown time and again. But there was something else. Something vulnerable, something small and quiet. Something she wanted to see again one day in the light of day and not now. Not when there was no time to give that little piece the attention it needed.
His arms around her relaxed as she drew her nails up over his sternum over his heart and then over the side of his chest where the texture differed. She tried to remain detached, clinical but that time had long since ended. The self-inflicted scars were rougher, caught the path of her nail with a little bump and she remembered each delicate press of those ridiculous tiny bandaids she placed with care over each slice. That softness twisted up in her throat then and she sank her nails into his chest on the other side where her other hand drifted. Not enough to draw blood. Not yet. But enough to make him hiss in pain, enough to watch his brow furrow, enough to leave him suddenly tense. She let him feel that sting for a few seconds before she released pressure and her other hand pulled his shirt higher until he let her pull it off. His messy curls fell back over his eyes as he watched her watching him. That pulse between her thighs had never died down completely, that zappy feeling in her blood, over her skin, down her spine had only mellowed and that liquid heat in her belly merely cooled enough to not burn but now. Now. With his skin in front of her. Without that wall to separate them she was free to touch. Free to explore the planes of his body the way she’d never thought much about before but now couldn’t think of anything else she wanted in this very moment.
He made no move to do anything other than let her do whatever she wanted to him. Her fingers danced up his neck and trailed over the hard line of his jawbone from his ear downward. Her thumb arced up at his chin to trace over his swollen lip and she twitched when he opened his mouth and drew the tip of it into his mouth, the blunt edge of teeth sank into the soft meat of her digit. She let the sensation buzz down her hand and up her arm to settle into that same space as the rest before she pulled back. His chest rose and fell in a pattern of sorts - deep and stuttery. A haze had fallen over the hazel looking back at her and he let her pull him back down to kiss her. A coaxing, quiet meeting of lips and her fingers curled around his throat with her thumb present at the front and her other fingers curled at the nape of his neck. Her hand wasn’t large enough to curl the way she wanted and her thumb slid to the side where his pulse pounded.
Wednesday used her other hand and trailed it over his warm skin. Curled around his ribs to his back until she teased at the waistline of his pants at the base of his spine. Her belly twisted in knots at the way he shivered in want and she exhaled, louder than a breath, but not a whisper.
His eyes snapped to her face then, sharp as a whip, and hunger snaked down her spine, curled around the base of it, that thrum of danger just out of reach. If he were to lose control he’d slice her to pieces and somehow that thought only made her heart beat faster, her mouth water, her fingers twitch and slide around to the front of his hip. She traced the line of his pelvis down past the barrier of his sweats and he let out a sound then, a desperate noise, an animal in need, something that fed that darkness inside her gut.
His whine inched those same fingers around until the coarse sensation of hair met her questing touch. Tyler trembled, the muscle under her nails jumped and twitched and he let out another soft huff. His gaze locked on her and she felt another rush of adrenaline at the power she held in her hand. This boy was at her mercy and she intended to show him none.
She let her fingertips guide her further south, into that tangle of short curled hair until she felt it. Engorged with blood, hot, and it twitched when her touch skated delicately from the base upward in the constrained space. Iron encased her wrist then as she wrapped her slender small hand around him. She’d let her gaze wander away from his eyes while she used her hands to see and his sudden movement snapped her attention back to his face. Desperation and fear warred with desire and bottomless need under a furrowed brow. An expression more open than the one she’d seen in depths of the containment of Willow Hill.
Weakness. Her triumph pounded through her body when she rolled her wrist despite his grip and he let out another desperate exhale, frantic energy zapped and sizzled around them and she did it again before he yanked her wrist free from the inside of his pants. He panted despite the paltry amount of physical stimulation she’d given him. Closer to unravelling completely and descending into madness than even he knew when she’d taken matters into her own hands. He shuddered and pulled back before he made another unexpected move and pivoted them. Her feet tangled and she released his hair to attempt to regain her sense of equilibrium but it was all in vain when she felt her feet leave the ground and in the next moment her back pressed into the mattress she spent as little time as possible atop. She immediately sought to gain the upper hand and rose up on her elbows as he stood over her. Madness and fervor danced in his gaze, that hazel blue she knew so well melded and swirled with the gold of the monster under his skin. His mouth open, breaths coming in pants and he inhaled deeply. Eyes closed as he let out a sound that even Wednesday knew wasn’t for the light of day. A debauched, lust filled utterance that only made those higher brain functions fuzz out while her body reacted with another wave of zappy, liquid arousal that she didn’t hate.
Her thighs parted unconsciously but he saw. His hands trembled and he took another inhale of the air around them before he dropped to his knees and his hands went to her hips as if drawn there by gravity. Intensity had shadows dancing under those eyes consumed with unfathomable need and Wednesday let her belly twist in uncertain anticipation at the way he looked like he wanted to devour her whole. A soft sensation at her knee caused her to jump as his nose trailed up from the inside skin, sensitive, tender, soft, and she watched him, fascinated and desperate for something she had no business wanting.
Puffs of moist air danced along her skin and each touch only brought more of that uncomfortable need to bear under her skin, at her spine, curled into something raw and unforgivable but it didn’t matter. She didn’t care. Not when the world was gaining a dizzy, fuzzy quality again and she’d do anything to make him move. To do what or where she had no idea but her twitch as he trailed his lips on the other knee. Gentle pecks from chapped lips which zapped and pulsed between her thighs where she was so hot and damp and tender interrupted with deep inhales and animalistic sounds. She felt his fingers then at her hipbones where the elastic of her sleep shorts held fast to her pale skin. Even that was too much, and she sighed as he tugged them down. Wednesday lifted her hips to help, curious as to his aim, but she was long past the time for caution. They would finish this. Whatever this was. And then they would go back to normal, to the cutting words, to the war, but for just this night… a reprieve. A look into the past and what could have been. But not sentimentality. Never that.
There was a cool, damp, sensation when he pulled her underwear free from the drenched, slick flesh of her inner thighs, “Wednesday,” Her name tinged with a sense of wonder but she didn’t look away from him and fought the urge to close her thighs. Embarrassment would do little here and therefore it was only an annoyance despite her inexperience.
A deep sound vibrated around the room, a growl, if one could refer to it as such and impossible to have come from a human larynx. His nostrils flared with each inhale and subsequent exhale in rapid fire and another thrill of fear layered her already enhanced physical state and drew her further into this spell of lust he wove over her logic fueled mind. “Pretty. Mine.” Barely human his eyes were a strange sheen of blue layered over with something supernatural. His palms branded her thighs at the knee and he pressed them out and down. The stretch wasn’t anything compared to the rack at home but the vulnerability of the position ate at her up until the moment where he darted forward and laved the flat of his tongue over her. Broad strokes with little finesse and yet her gasp was unnaturally loud in the space. Her body shuddered and her legs fought his grip against the sudden intensity of the sensation. He snarled and his shoulder flexed to keep her open while he lapped and suckled as if he couldn’t figure out what he wanted to do but she didn’t care. Each pass over her clitoris sent another wave of lightning scattering through her body. She pressed the palm of her hand against her mouth to silence the soft sounds, moans and gasps that were being wrenched free from her voicebox at each pass of his tongue.
The other hand skated and flexed over her black sheets, clenched in her hand as it bunched while he continued his assault on her body. A buzz was starting in her ears, the sound of something winding tighter and tighter while her body wanted to sink into the bed. It warred with the way her back arched upward, miniscule at first but as the sensations in her gut built and that fire began to consume her. Her hips rocked into his lips and tongue and even the blunt edge of teeth as he sloppily lapped and suckled at her exposed cunt.
It was unbearable. The sweetest torture she could think of. She wanted it to stop, never wanted it to end. Too much. Not enough. Her palm vibrated with her muffled noises couple with the wet sound of his activities and it twisted her up further. Her eyes had closed, fluttered shut to try to gain some semblance of control as it ran through her fingers like sand while she scrambled and arched and rolled her hips into him until she felt a sharpness at her knees that brought her a shred of clarity and her eyes opened to find his hands, longer fingers, sharper nails, his shoulders had almost doubled in size, his eyes large and yellow, that mess of curls at his head the same as always. Half transformed and she choked off another cry as the human tongue which had been her undoing slithered inhumanely along her slick, puffy, sensitive tissue. It looped and laved over her clit and she tensed and fluttered around nothing, her back arched and her hand useless as her body pulsed and her logic fuzzed out into a soup where her only concern was the fact that her face was too hot, her body flushed, slick, slippery mess coated her thighs and the monster above her loomed and a moan broke free from her loose hand cupped over her mouth.
His snarls were muted even as he devoured her through the rush of blood in her ears and her own chest vibrated with noise, low and tense but she didn’t care. Not when her thighs began to tremble or when she felt the snap of all that pressure that had culminated. The softer, smaller climaxes he pushed her through without stopping, without easing, until white then black danced at the edges of her vision, until she lost grip and flew up, unmoored and lost, unmade and unbound and it overwhelmed her utterly until she felt something breach her, fill her and it made everything so much better, snapped her back into place while her hand buried itself into soft curls and she gave a real guttural moan as her body clenched around the prehensile writhing thing within her and her hips rocked while she gushed and clenched and shattered. Until he wretched himself away from her. A flash of wildness and obsession in those large eyes of the Hyde. Half, still human, not quite changed. Wetness glistened on its maw, down its chin and neck. She thought maybe even some had smeared onto his chest but her eyes wouldn’t focus. Her body wouldn’t stop pulsing, her skin sparked and each tiny movement of her arms made another set of tingles run through her body. Her belly clenched and she continued to make small noises, unable to move, unable to do much more than let her body attempt to calm down from the gross overstimulation. She closed her eyes, just for a moment to try to pull her higher brain functions from wherever they had decided to abscond to. When her eyes opened she found him, human, mostly, wild eyed and trembling, swallowing and panting. His hands twitched, reached for her, lost in whatever drive now held his mind in sway. Knees trembled now that she could see again and his voice was rough, dark, desperate, “Wednesday. He doesn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to stop. I don’t want to hurt you. But the noises you made…the way your body moved…the way you taste–,” He moved toward her again, those eyes wide and adrift, and Wednesday knew she could tell him to go and he would. From the way his sweats were still tented despite the dark stain she knew he wanted her. Knew she wanted him too. But it would be foolish of her to give this monster power over her body during such an intimate act. His frame towering over her, his transformation barely held back, and her body so ripe for the way he could rend her to pieces during sex. Her flesh warmed again, her lower belly clenched and pulsed with renewed interest as the saturated mess between her thighs called to him. The bundle of nerve endings at the apex of her labia minora pulsed and thrummed and when she tried to close her legs to move even the brush of the skin there sent her convulsing and whimpering and he made another noise. A groan of need. Of torment and the dark angry part of her grinned but her body had other plans.
“Then don’t.” Her own voice was rough, lower, and she cleared her throat while she ignored the way each time her skin slid against anything she felt a fresh rush of sensation and wetness flood out of her. “Lie down. I’m not going to allow you to enact whatever revenge your other half might be interested in. I am the spider in this situation. Ready to devour you on a whim. Understand?” She kept her voice unaffected, or as unaffected as it could be when she’d been making noises she’d never thought her body were capable of. Matter of fact. Unemotional. Pretty lies but Tyler, to his credit did not argue with her points and instead gave a tight nod, tense lipped and his hands paused at the waist of his now stained sweats.
Wednesday didn’t see the point of removing any more clothing. Her lower half was already exposed to the air and she refused to entertain the idea that this was anything other than primal desire. Nothing so reckless as love.
Her heart did not skip a beat when she met his eyes as he strode up to her. His darkness on full display, hungry and harsh, and obsessed, but not angry, not murderous. Something fluttered in her gut at the expression and she refused to give it a name and instead shifted on the bed to make room for him. If she was sure her legs could hold her weight without buckling, without showing weakness, she would have stood to loom over him before she implemented her plan. Instead her eyes went from his face, down his chest where the tacky mess of her slick and his saliva began to dry, over the scars, down his toned belly which had caught her eye despite herself when she’d seen him in Willow Hill until she finally saw the object she’d only briefly touched before.
His penis was textbook in the way that it had all of the anatomical aspects it should. He was uncircumcised, which was unusual for a male born in this era in this part of the country but not unpleasant. By her measure he was slightly above average in length and circumference. It had her lower body clenching without permission to let more fluid seep onto her thighs. The head had an angry blush which reached from the apex down the shaft to fade into more of his natural skin tone, if darker. But, despite her fervent desire to dissect his anatomy more fully, her body flushed further with renewed interest the longer she observed him. It seemed to pulse and throb and even grow longer and fuller with her inspection. Her mouth watered inexplicably and thought briefly about the weight of him there, full of power and promise to unmake him the same way he had to her. He hadn’t said anything to her as he stood in front of her with his naked skin on full display. Relaxed under her stare even though he shouldn’t have been. Wednesday reached for him and he caught her wrist before she could place a finger along the skin presented to her. “If you touch me like this I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
“Fun.” Wednesday quipped back. “But pathetic. Men really are so predictable.” The raspy, breathy quality of her reply did not contain the bite she had anticipated but still he flinched enough to haul her to her feet and press her belly into that engorged shaft she’d been inspecting. Her knees, predictably, did buckle instead of catching her weight and he rumbled a laugh.
“Says the girl who can’t even stand after I ate her out. Don’t pretend you aren’t as affected as I am, Wednesday.”
She reached up to thread her hand at the nape of his neck and yanked him down to shut him up. Her lips brushed his before they met in a perfect synchronization of movement to devour each other. Heated and hard and needy and she released him as he let her slide back down into the bed while he climbed onto the twin mattress to settle onto his back and stare at her as if he had already won.
It twisted up the strange energy inside her and she glared at him as she pulled her wrung out body forward, crawling between his now spreading thighs. His erection bobbed and a rumble leaked out of his chest through barely parted lips as he took her in. She moved with confidence that she didn’t feel but with purpose despite her lack of practical knowledge about sex and sexual positions. When she’d done research…back before…when she’d entertained those softer thoughts she’d found this one. Cowgirl. A crude name for something that allowed control over their encounter now and she placed a hand next to his torso as she continued forward.
Briefly she thought about the fact that this would ‘take’ her virginity. A social construct created by the patriarchy to exert control over half the population and if she were any other girl this would mean something. Perhaps it still might.
She loomed over him and settled her legs on either side of his thighs, knees pressed to the mattress, hands atop his chest as she felt the warmth of him seep into her cooler body. His heart pounded in a steady beat, if a little fast, and his eyes were dark, hooded and enthralled while he watched her move. He bobbed between them, just in front of her parted thighs, where her buttoned top brushed and hovered between them. Her eyes spotted his adam’s apple he swallowed and parted his lips before he sealed them again. A question in his eyes.
“Speak.” She commanded, but not unkindly.
Tyler swallowed again, “Your hair. Can you let it down?”
Wednesday hadn’t expected such a mundane request. Something so small and even now she wanted to deny him as punishment but something in his gaze made her stop. Made her reach up to pull her braids to the front and pull the tie binding the strands of keratin she’d never paid much mind to herself. Fingers parted the locks until it fluttered freely about her shoulders and down her back. First one, then the other and something made her not want to look at him. Made her want to avert her gaze before she’d spotted the reverent way he softened when she placed her hands back onto his chest. She didn’t want soft. She wanted rough, dark, desperate lust. No feelings. Nothing gentle. Nothing kind.
It was that which spurred her into movement and she pulled her body up to hover over him like a spectre here for his soul. She thought it would be easy. Her body still keyed up from her orgasms and slick and wet for his entrance into this part of her. But when she’d descended to take him inside her, his slipped inside just enough to rub along her clit, bounced and pulsed against her tiny nerve center and she gasped, vision dimming and her thighs clenched against the outer edge of his hips and thigh. Wednesday did it again and she swallowed the sound. When she tried it again she slipped once more in the opposite direction. Annoyance fluttered around her gut and she gave a huff of irritation until his hand landed on her hip. It was unexpected but not unwelcome and he pulled her up before he used his other hand to grip the base of his cock in hand. He put pressure on her hip then and she shifted again to descend once more until he caught at her opening. Until the tip of him pressed upward and she sunk more of him into her body. Just an inch or two but the intrusion was already too much. Too overwhelming for her to comprehend and something must have shown on her face because he put his other hand onto her other hip to freeze her in place. She looked up at his face again and that softness still fluttered about his expression. Underneath the raw lust was something far deeper than just the carnal explorations they’d been engaging in. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then you need to relax. Let me in.”
Wednesday ignored him and tried to push her body down to take more of him. To force compliance from her irrational physical form but he huffed and growled before his hand moved around further from her hip and he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves at where they’d just begun to join. The slickness aided his exploration and she moaned softly while her eyes fluttered and that zappy sensation in her gut flared out to settle under her skin. He moved his thumb back and forth while his other four fingers branded their ownership into her flesh. The hand at her hipbone pulled and pushed in miniscule increments and she leaned into the movements before her walls fluttered around him and he slipped deeper. His thumb stuttered but he continued to stimulate her as her body opened and slicked wetter and softer to ease his entry until she had him as deeply as he could go. Hip pressed flush and the persistent throb of her entire body distracted her enough to continue to rock back and forth.
“There you go. See. How good that was. You feel…you look…,” He swallowed again and she made another soft sound in reply. Her lips parted just enough to breathe through and she rolled her hips over and over again into his hand, with his cock pressed so deeply within her she felt like it’d always belonged there. Split her wide and bare and she rose up, the drag of him along her walls the most exquisite type of torment and she wanted to do it again. Pulled up until only the tip of him remained within her slick warmth and then pressed downward. Her breath left her in a delicious heady rush of sensation and she looked upward while he spread her apart. Wednesday fluttered around him again and his thumb had slowed down but she wasn’t worried. This would be sufficient for now. Again and again she rocked and rolled into his body. That spark he’d coaxed to a brilliant bonfire once before built faster this time. She tucked her chin to her chest, let her hair fall across her vision in waves, and dug her nails into his warm skin. Her thighs tensed and relaxed with each movement up and down, up and down. Her belly clenched, her walls fluttered around him, tighter and tighter and fire seared up her back from the base of her spine, warmed her mind, fuzzed out and wrapped around her mind while her vision began to dim and blur. She broke for the first time unexpectedly when his idle fingers moved and he pinched her clit softly. A sound, a sob, a gasping choked noise broke free and she felt it slam into her body, her entire body shook as waves and waves of unrestrained raw stimulation pounded through her body. Her walls clenched and slick wetness flooded where they were joined. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her vision cloudy and dim and she jerked while the fire continued to burn. Tyler snapped his hips up into her. She could see the yellow behind the blue, the fight he gave with a tense jaw, with the way his hand held her hip. His brow furrowed while she rocked her clit with heavy precision into the coarse hair at the base of his cock. The texture was heady and she felt her body seize again, her hands trembled and she couldn’t stop chasing more. More and more and more because it was necessary. The slap of skin against skin should have turned her stomach. Should have made her utterly repulsed at this carnal act of passion but it stoked the fire further. She was going to burn up like the witches of her bloodline and it didn’t matter.
Another snarl and harsh snap of his hips sent her over the edge for the third time and she moaned low and loud unrestrained and the sound bounced off the empty room. It was another pleasant shock when a hand wrapped around her throat and cut off the wild nonsensical sounds she was now responsible for. It should have mortified her. Would mortify her if she’d been capable of anything other than pursuing this. The jolt of his hips upward to press into her downward stroke. It was brutally efficient and dizzyingly devastating and the press of his fingers on either side of her neck made things dim further until he let her go and she convulsed as another wave dragged her down.
His movements began to grow short, choppy, determined and he rose up from his place on his back to sit up and the new angle struck something else in her. Her squeal swallowed by his mouth as he used his heels to push them back against the metal headboard while still inside her. His hands now at her hips and she felt the savage way his hips collided with hers and her neck lolled forward, her limbs loose and limber, her cunt made noises with every single slap of skin, it poured from her, drooled around his cock while she moaned recklessly into his mouth her hands locked onto his back, dug into his flesh while she shattered again, flooded his lap, “Wednesday. Fuck. I can’t…oh fucking. It feels so…so good.” He panted against her lips and she felt his groan through her entire body. Felt the final snap of his hips as he emptied his body and soul into her. Wrung out and boneless she collapsed against him while her entire body throbbed and tingled and she continued to make soft helpless sounds against his chest. His hand stroked up her back, through the freed locks of her hair, over her cheek to cup it. Tyler lifted her face upward and tilted his own down to capture her lips in a sloppy kiss while he tried to breathe. But she spotted the tremble in his jaw, the conflict in his gaze, the quiver of his lip, and the wavering his hand did at her periphery.
She shouldn’t have let him exhaust her but even she couldn’t withstand that much sensory input without a total shutdown and reboot of her systems.
Wednesday woke later to daylight streaming through her window.
She sat up in bed and found the sheets barely mussed, her shorts were on her hips, and for a brief moment she thought maybe she’d been the victim of a hyperrealistic dream of some sort. But when she moved her legs over the edge there was a sensation that was definitely not expected. Her underwear was gone. A faint breeze tickled at the skin between her legs and she stood…then promptly sat back down. Her thighs burned almost as much as they did when she decided to use the rack for a good stretch. The flesh of her vulva was tender and puffy and sensitive and now her knees trembled. She turned back to the bed and an anomaly caught her eye. A single Black Dahlia wrapped in an ebony ribbon with a note beneath.
She took the flower and the note and opened it.
“Happy Early Birthday, Cockroach. Hope to see you again soon.”
The fluttering promise in her gut was intoxicating as she thought of seeing him again and she’d blame the smile which tugged at her cheeks on temporary insanity. Happy Birthday indeed.