Page 35 of The Flesh Remembers
“Come, Eleanor,” James beckoned her with his pale hand. “Help me.”
Eleanor began to shuffle closer to the two of them, though she had not even realized her feet were moving. She found herself incapable of resisting and wasn’t certain if she genuinely wanted to resist. Whatever dark path James was on, she had put him there, and she could not abandon him alone in the dark by himself. She would have to venture after him, no matter the depths.
“Taste her, Eleanor,” James whispered as Eleanor stopped short beside him. He motioned to Marian and her exposed throat.
“What are you asking of me, James?” Despite her hesitation, Eleanor could feel the familiar stirrings of desire flicker deep within her.
“Taste her, Eleanor,” James repeated, pulling her closer with his other hand.
Eleanor stepped closer to Marian, her breath coming in short pants now. Marian was moaning softly; her eyes closed in reverence for whatever was to come. Eleanor did not doubt that Marian would do anything James commanded her in that moment. Such was the power he seemed to hold over them all.
Eleanor let her lips fall onto the other woman’s throat, and she began to kiss the warm flesh of her throat. Marian moaned louder, and James tightened his grip on her hair with a grunt.
“Taste, Eleanor. Taste her flesh.”
In confusion, Eleanor looked up at James. Isn’t that what she was doing? She kissed Marian again more earnestly, her tongue running up and down the other woman’s neck. She felt Marian shiver beneath her mouth, and Eleanor felt a corresponding throb between her legs at the movement.
“No!” James shouted weakly, his voice deep and rasping. “Like this,” he stated, and then proceeded to pull Marian close to him. He pulled her throat to his blackened mouth and, with teeth still stained with the dirt of his own grave, he bit into Marian’s pale skin.
Eleanor gasped as she saw blood trickle down the nurse’s neck from the wound James had made with his teeth. At that moment, he seemed more animal than human. But the pull of him was too strong. It felt as though they each held a powerful magnet, and that magnetic force was pulling them closer and closer together as it was destined always to do.
“James,” Eleanor breathed as she allowed his right arm to pull her closer towards him.
“Taste, Eleanor, taste her devotion.’ James bent his head to Eleanor and kissed her deeply, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth like a conqueror to a fallen nation. Eleanor tasted Marian’s blood on his tongue and though the thought of it made her stomach clench in disgust, she could not pull back. She accepted what James gave her and would undoubtedly take more before this dark journey ended.
James then pulled Marian forward, his grip on her hair still tight, and brought her lips to theirs. The three of them entered into an unholy kiss of entwined mouths and tongues, and the blood of Nurse Marian Collins passed from one to the other.
After a long moment of nothing but the sound of their mouths seeking one another and the soft moans, gasps, and strange guttural groans, James finally pulled away first. The two women both cried out in dismay as if their drug had suddenly been denied to them.
“Eleanor,” James said weakly, “You must give me more. I need more to sustain me.” James' breathing was laboured, and a fine sheen of perspiration covered his forehead.
“What do you need me to do?” Eleanor asked him, feeling helpless, able to do nothing but watch him struggle to cling to this life thrust back upon him.
“Take her, darling. I need you to be the strong one now and then give that strength to me.”
Eleanor glanced at Marian, watching her lips tremble and her breath come in fast little pants. A slow blush crept across her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. Eleanor could not deny that she strongly desired Marian, particularly after their shared stolen moments. She could do this. She could be the strength that James needed.
“I will give you whatever you need,” Eleanor said softly, kissing James’s cold lips.
James reached out, grabbed Marian’s wrist, and pulled her closer to him. “Command her, Ellie. Make her yours.”
Eleanor swallowed hard, thinking of the right thing to say or do. She eventually took a deep breath and then leaned over James’s prone body and delivered a resounding slap to Marian’s cheek.
“Look at me!” Eleanor said in a firm voice. “Don’t look at him.” Eleanor looked down at James to gauge his reactions. He was smiling and seemed pleased. He nodded his head, which gave her the confidence to keep going.
“Remove your blouse, Marian,” Eleanor said with an authoritative command she had never used before. The force of it even surprised her.
Marian, for her part, seemed bewildered at first. Still, slowly, as Eleanor began to give her another command and then another, she began to show a wild eagerness bordering on mania.
“Yes, Eleanor,” Marian said softly, her eyes downcast. She quickly removed her blouse and corset and wore nothing except her white cotton chemise.
“Everything, Marian.” Eleanor watched as Marian removed her chemise and exposed her white pert breasts. The nipples were a dark rose colour, puckering and hardening almost immediately in the chill air.
“Come here then,” Eleanor beckoned Marian to her side of the dias. Marian eagerly obeyed her and moved quickly to her side.
Eleanor ran her fingers through Marian’s fine brown curls, her fingers drifting softly, lovingly from her hair down to her cheeks and over her rosy lips.
“What do you need, James?” Eleanor asked James as he watched them intensely. She wanted to give him exactly what he needed to become strong, but she wasn’t sure what that was.
