Page 48 of SummerTime Madness
Chase kisses the base of her neck, fingers still sliding inside her and curling just right while his palm grinds against her clit. My dick twitches beneath his firm grip, desperate to sink into her warmth… or his.
Then a voice speaks from behind us as a woman giggles, “Aria, don’t.”
I cast a quick glance over my shoulder and see four women but one is standing just behind me.Her deep brown skin glistens with sweat and golden glitter, and her eyes are heavy from the DUST or whatever else she took.
“You guys are hot.”
A blonde with short hair steps in to grab her.
“Aria,” she pleads with her friend. The other girl, with plum-colored hair, looks lost as she looks at us.
“Nikki may leave her,” the long haired brunette says.
“Bethany, let’s go.”
She grabs a hold of the girl with the plum-colored hair, but before Aria can retreat, Cordelia purrs from between us.
“Come closer.” Her voice is low, commanding, and predatory. She pulls away from us a bit and moves towards her, and Chase’s fingers are still inside her as she cups the woman's face.
“More,” Cordelia purrs, and Aria does.
She moves like someone walking into a warm bath, completely oblivious to the danger radiating off Cordelia’s skin. Her eyes drop to Cordelia’s body–where our hands remain inside her.
“Can I try?” Aria asks, her voice low and syrupy.
Cordelia doesn’t speak, she just cups Aria’s cheeks and pulls her in, locking lips with her.
A real kiss.
Tongue.
Teeth.
Messy and deep.
Cordelia's mouth is spread open wide–unnaturally wide. Small, translucent threads slide past her lips–bioluminescent and pulsing.
A bloom in fucking motion.
The tendrils slip between Aria’s lips like liquid silk, causing her to moan before she begins to choke. Her body convulses,fingers twitching at her sides. When Cordelia finally pulls back, filaments dangle from Aria’s mouth like parasitic jelly. The woman turns to her friends as they scream.
“Be-Th-” she tries to say as the threads continue to worm their way down her throat. I watch in horror as her body drops to the foam-slicked ground. Her friends continue to scream.
The music doesn’t stop. Nothing did. The crowd just circles us. Drawn to the sound… the scene… the movement… I don’t fucking know.
“Grab her,” I snap at Chase. But he doesn’t move. He’s frozen–hand still on her cunt, lips hovering over her shoulder, pupils blown wide. Stuck in horror or shock.
“Fuck,” I snap, quickly grabbing Cordelia and tossing her over my shoulder, causing Chase tosnarl and bare his pearly whites in my direction. I slap him across the face.
“Snap the fuck out of it,” I hiss.
I’m not understanding what the fuck is going on. Why do these people continue to circle us and the group of women who seem to stick out like sore thumbs against the crowd as they close in.
A scream pierces the air, motioning me to run with Cordelia’s head dangling off my back. Thankfully, my slap snaps Chase back to planet earth, and we take off running.
Through the screams.
The music.
