Page 48 of Unbinding the Demon
He growled as he swooped me up and shoved me back against the tree, pinning my arms above my head. “And rob me of your sweet taste, and the feeling of your beautiful cunt twitching against my lips?” He let out a dark chuckle.“I don’t think so.”
His hands moved from my wrists, down my body, lingering on my breasts, and found their way beneath my dress. He knelt down and lowered his head between my thighs. His fingers pushed my panties to the side, and then he buried his silky tongue in my soaking wet core. He flicked it back and forth and plunged it deep inside me.
My soft moans echoed through the dark forest, mixing with the sound of droplets dripping onto the decaying leaves. A slight breeze rustled through the trees, chilling my feverish skin. His full lips wrapped around my sensitive bud, and he very gently bit down. My hands grabbed onto his fake horns, but then moved to his shoulders, remembering that this wasn’t a dream. He chuckled, then one of his large fingers entered me. He rhythmically pumped it in and out for a moment before he added a second one.
I gazed down, and the sight of his handsome face half-buried between my legs and his long, lustrous hair took my breath away. His fingers slowly curled back and forth over my g-spot, one after another, as if they were riding a mini bicycle in there. The heat was building, causing me to whimper in a delirious state of lust. A low, bestial growl rumbled in his chest and sent burning vibrations against my sensitive clit. He sucked down hard on it and pumped his fingers into me all the faster, all the way up to his knuckles.
“A-Ashton! I-I, oh, fuck!”
My knuckles turned white from how hard I was gripping him as I released into his mouth. He purred as he lapped away every drop, then looked up at me with a lustful, crooked half-smile. “Have I ever told you how much I fucking love your sweet little cunt?”
He licked up my slit one last time, then used a finger to move my panties back into place. His large frame arose in front of my trembling form, then he pulled me into another passionate kiss. The tastes of ourselves mingled on our lips as distant thunder rumbled in the background. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops began to pick up around us, breaking us from the kiss much too soon.
“Now we can leave.” He chuckled and smashed his lips back against mine.
20. Hell’s Hornbeam
A loud clap of thunder boomed overhead, drowning out the sound of my frantic heartbeat and chattering teeth. Cold rain drizzled down around us as Ashton and I stood under our umbrella among the line of costumed bodies, all waiting to be granted access to the club. Most were college kids, and I was shocked by the turnout for a spot in such a rinky-dink town. My hands clung to Ashton’s jacket as I took deep breaths in a lame attempt to calm my anxiety. He held me close and caressed my upper arm to comfort me.
“Maybe if we act like a couple of nutcases, they won’t let us in. Then William can’t complain that we didn’t go,” I joked while shivering against him.
He looked down into my anxious eyes, and his smile turned into a concerned frown. “You’re really not comfortable here, are you?”
“I just don’t like crowded places. They freak me out, that’s all.” I gave him a fake smile and rested my head against his chest, trembling more from my anxiety than the cold. He squeezed me a little tighter against him. I closed my eyes, listening to the gentle rain and the surrounding conversations. Ashton’s scent comforted me as I inhaled a deep breath. He sighed as his hand moved under my chin and lifted my face so our gazes met.
“I don’t enjoy seeing you this uncomfortable. So, I’m going to put your plan into action. Just don’t be frightened, okay?” He caressed my cheek and placed a tender kiss on top of my head.
“Wait, what are you going to—what the!?”
He closed the umbrella, then spun me around and locked my back against his body with his arm.“Back away all you worthless blunderbusses! Or prepare for merciless annihilation!”he shouted in a deep, sinister voice that startled several people. He began waving the pointy umbrella around at bystanders like a berserk barbarian.
“Wait! Ashton! I was just kidding!”I tried to yell and get his attention to stop him, but he started going completely feral madman on the place.
Our feet splashed in the shallow puddles as he frantically pulled me to the front of the line. People screamed and tried to get out of the way, as the yelling, snarling, deranged lunatic of a man waved an umbrella at them. My eyes were wide and my mouth was agape, as I clutched his arm with both of my hands. His hair fell wildly around his face and his eyes had a downright infernal gleam in them, making him appear as some crazed, diabolical maniac.
He then gazed threateningly into the tough-looking bouncer’s petrified eyes.“Now, you! Mr. Death’s head on a mop stick! Can we get into the club!?”I froze up and my face paled when I heard his deep, demoniacal tone. It was the most terrifying-sounding voice that I’d ever heard come from a human being, and the fake horns he was wearing didn’t help at all.
All the blood drained from the bouncer’s face as he gazed up at Ashton with the fear of the devil in his widened eyes. “Yes, of-of course...” He shook like a leaf as he opened the rope to let us in. “Enjoy your night, sir.”
Ashton’s diabolical act faltered, and he frowned in confusion. “Oh, huh? I really thought that was going to work...” He held his chin and looked down to think for a minute. “Well, we could always lie and say that we didn’t get in?” he casually suggested.
“No, no, no, it’s fine. Let’s just go in!” I didn’t want to spend another measly second out there with all those confused people staring at us.
“Alright, as you wish.” He gave my hand a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, though; I’ll be with you.” He smiled softly, then led me inside as the people behind us murmured about his crazy theatrics.
I latched onto Ashton like a hungry leech as we made our way through the tumultuous crowd. Bright, colorful lights flashed overhead. A repetitive electronic tune blasted over the speakers. And the sickening smells of sweaty bodies, cigarettes, and spilled alcohol assaulted my nose. He clutched my arm, terrified of losing me amidst the throng of people in costume.
By the time we made it to the bar, we were bent over and gasping for clean air. A wall of colorful neon lights illuminated several shelves stuffed full of various bottles behind the bar. I ran my finger along the sleek black countertop, finding it to be a bit sticky. We spotted William and Oliver waiting for their drinks among the crowd and headed over to them.
“Hey! There you guys are!” Oliver exclaimed and gave me a big hug. He wore an undead Viking costume, complete with ghoulish makeup, a fake bow, and a quiver of arrows.
“Fucking took you guys long enough!” William laughed and hugged me as well, trapping me between his and Oliver’s embraces. “Ashton, get in on this.”
Ashton laughed as his large arms wrapped around all three of us, squishing me in the middle. “I like your costume, but what exactly are you supposed to be?” he asked Oliver.
“I was trying to go for an undead Viking sort of thing. William wanted us to match, but I wanted to be scary, so this was a compromise.”
“Alright, you guys, I need to breathe!” I giggled as the guys released me from the four-way hug.
