Page 72 of How to Seduce a Slender

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her. Melody slammed into him like a hard wall. Static fuzz filled the air. Scratching on a television screen, spotted pictures, blurring lines, she was caught in him. Melody squealed, racing away from him, thinking she got away.

And Smith was able to see both the Endless Woods…and his wicked prey in the bed with him. He left his image at her heels, keeping her racing for her life. That glorious smile plastered on her lips. But in the material world, he was looming over her. Her hair was a wild halo around her, arms spread against the pillows. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, fingers curling into the cushions. Smith kissed her neck. Melody sighed with delight. Her body was warm and pliable, allowing him to kiss every inch. Down her collar to her nipples that he left in hard peaks. Her hips unconsciously bucked for him. Smokey tendrils crawled across her body, playing with the idea of holding her down but never committing to it. He wanted her to wake the first time in total comfort.

Smith settled between her thighs that clenched to his sides. His lips traveling back to her neck to lap at the wounds he left. Melody’s breathing was hitched. He could see her slamming into his body again. This time, she let him touch her, pin her to a tree. His image in the Endless woods cupped her cunt just as he did in the material world. Her body sang for him as he traced her slit. Her toes curled behind him against the sheets. In the Endless woods, she fought to break free, but in the material world he was driving two digits deep into her. Watching down her body as her hips bucked, welcoming him deeper.

“My wicked prey,” he moaned against her throat, hearing her whimper in her sleep. He drove his fingers deeper and harder. In the Endless woods, her legs faltered. She tumbled to the ground, clutching her own cunt. Smith watched from behind as she was spread, touched, lavished with shadowy tendrils. Melody cried out, clawing across the ground to get free. His prey wasn’t so easily captured. But her legs were trembling. He thrust tendril after tendril in her, watching her break slowly till she couldn’t move.

Smith opened his eyes to her material body, writhing beneath him. He pressed the pad of his thumb to her clit, letting his vibrations do the rest. Melody’s feet kicked and she came for him. Eyes clenched tight, her body shuddered. Warmth spilled around his fingers as he fucked her through every clench, every twist, every buck until her body lay happy and pliant beneath him.

In the Endless Woods, Melody tried to claw her way to her feet, but Smith knew she was done. He walked slowly, reveling in how she weakly crawled from him.All the better to watch you, my dear.His cock thrummed.

Smith tucked one in closer to his body, forming himself into the delightful shape he was for her earlier. The other swelled as he sank into her. Warm, wet, all his, he cupped her sides and threw her weak legs around him. In the Endless Woods, she was limp as he grabbed her by the hair. Smith gently scooped her up with his other hands.

And as he flipped her, her body fell back into the bed and his delightful Melody awoke. Hazy, early morning gray of the room around them. Her ankles locked together as her body grew alert. Fluttering eyes awoke before cherry orbs glowed his way.

“Good morning, my wicked prey,” Smith growled, already thrusting into her as sharply as he had in the office. “How did you sleep?”

His belly was full. His ‘cock’ was heavy. And Smith would do anything to fuck her until nightfall again.

Melody arched her back, stretching along the sheets. A smug, confident smirk on her lips as she flopped back against the satin. Much like a cat with a belly full of warm milk on a rock in the sun, she looked way to happy to find him already fucking her.

“Wonderfully,” she purred. Melody threw her arms around his shoulders. “And look at that, just as I wanted, my Slender deep inside me. What else could a girl want?”

Smith lunged forward, capturing her salacious lips in a kiss. Melody squealed happily against him as she kissed him back just as hungrily. Their teeth clashed as she raked her claws up his back. She didn’t dig into his body, but the shivers it produced were delightful. Smith had never had his back scratched before. And her claws broke through the blur and static and touched him.Actually touched him.Her legs tightened around his hips, her nails running up his back, and her hips rocked to meet him.

“Dragon’s fucking breath,” he hissed as something in him tightened. Smith ripped himself out of her flopping his hardened length onto her belly. Hot, milky gray substance splashed across her stomach.

“That’s one,” she grinned wickedly.

“You wicked, wicked thing,” he growled, grabbing between them. Smith ripped the other out from his being to its full length. “That’s my girl.”

Smith’s heart skipped a beat as she grinned from ear to ear, bucking her hips for him as an invitation. Take me, they said.Have me, they said.Mine…Smith sank into her again, this time slower. Watching her face as he filled her as fully as he could. Then, as her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows knitted, he kissed the center of her forehead.Mine.

All mine.

And this one wasn’t allowed to go. No, this one he got to keep. She didn’t get to send him away. Smith wouldn’t go…not after she looked at him like that. Not after she tugged him tight, whimpered his name into his skin, and made him feel loved in a way he’d never felt before.

“That’s it, right there, gods yes, Smith, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he breathed in her ear, enveloping her in his arms. “I promise.”

No…this one was his…forever.

Chapter Twenty-Five:

Melody

“So…likewhydoSlenderhave two dicks?” she asked, scrubbing her arms with a loofa.

“Not all Slender have dicks.” He swatted her hand away as he took the loofa from her.Apparently, he doesn’t electrocute people in the bath.But he still wasn’t in there with her. She pouted a bit at that until he explained it would only end in them getting dirtier.Failing to see the problem, but okay.She let him scrub her legs and her torso. Melody tried to tease him when he washed between her thighs, but Smith saw right through her games. She wasn’t getting out of breakfast and meeting the day. Unfortunately, her Slender was too focused. He helped her scrub out every nook and cranny until she was tempted to splash him. “We’re nightmare creatures.”

“And that means?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“That I am the creation of pure terror, uncontrollable magic, and dreams. Not all of us were made from the brains of horny bastards,” he chuckled, sitting back beside the tub.

“So, then, in theory there’s a Slender out there with a pussy? Or tentacles? Oh! Is there a Slender with one of those cock-pockets? Do you know many? Wait...do Slender sleep with other Slender?”

Smith’s face was expressive for having nothing on it. Melody could tell he was buffeted back. It took him a minute to recover before he answered, “Not particularly. Short of my own mentors, I don’t really know any others. I know there are two Slender who were made at the same time down at Hauntings&Company. They joke about being siblings, so I doubt their relationship is sexual.”

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