Page 15 of Ghouls and Girth
Blood means nothing without loyalty and support, and from the picture her family has painted over the last hour or two, she’d be better off without them.
I’ll happily remove them from the equation.Not sure I’d enjoy feasting on the two males, but I’d find perverse pleasure in ushering their souls to Sathanas.
I move to the corner of the building and smirk as the telltale click of boot heels against the polished floor head my way.Lilacs and feminine arousal fill my nostrils.Daisy stomps out of the bathroom and beelines toward the chapel with her head bowed and fists clenched at her sides.
The moment her heel slips out of the light, I snatch her off her feet, clamp a hand over the lower half of her face, and pin her back against my front with ease, my ghoul eager to help.
I open the cathedral door and release it as I pass, letting it swing closed on its own.Without a sound, I slip around the far corner of the building and carry my writhing, luscious prey down the narrow alley between the brick wall and the stained-glass windows of the sanctuary.
Hidden in the vines covering the brick wall lies the nearest entrance to the underground tunnels known only by me and my brother.I slide it open, duck inside, and descend the ladder two rungs at a time.
My captive clings to my arms in the darkness.Terror emanates from her, adding a delicious tang to her unique bouquet.When I reach the floor of the tunnel, she sags.Three steps later, she passes out.
Not from fear.Desperation and fury waft from her despite her dive into unconsciousness.
Ah.My fault.I flex my grip on her face, marveling at our size difference before slipping my hand down to her throat.She sucks down a noisy breath before coughing and resuming her attempts to free herself.As her panic resurfaces, her sluggish movements become more coordinated.
Her ass pillows around my cock.I press harder against her stomach and hips, grinding her against me with every step, but snarl a warning when my ghoul reaches for the juncture of her thighs.
Not yet.No matter how her pussy promises heaven on earth with her scent, we will not touch her until she’ll survive my rutting.
He nicks her thigh just below the hem of her shorts in retribution.Her sharp inhale and the metallic hint of blood nearly wrecks my control.
I turn through the pitch-black maze, not needing lights to guide me.With every step, the horror emanating from my prey increases, yet she never gives up.I relish her struggle.
I continue unhurriedly through the tunnels, letting her feel the growing separation between her and possible salvation.
Eager for my brother to find us as quickly as possible and loving the idea of savaging the graveyard gladiator within shouting distance of those she both trusts and hates the most, I choose the tunnel leading under the parking lot, prowl to the far side, and climb the ladder to the crypt underneath the family tomb at the top of the hill.I slide the hidden panel open, duck through the narrow opening, and kick the lever to close it behind me.
The vigil sconce on the outside of the tomb flickers like firelight through the stained-glass window as I ascend the steep stone steps to the tomb.
I drop my prey onto the ritual table at the center of the room.She lands with a pained grunt and rolls to the far side.I wrap warm flesh and chilled talons around her ankle before she drops off the other edge and tauntingly pull her toward me one slow inch at a time.She twists and jabs her heel toward my stomach.I catch her boot, yank it off her foot, and toss it over my shoulder while continuing to pull her toward me by her other leg.
When her next kick lands perilously close to my throbbing cock, my control slips.
I capture both ankles in my human hands, jerk her to the edge of the table so her knees part around my hips, slice her shirt and bra with razor-sharp talons, and swap grips so my ghoul hands span around her waist while I peel her ruined clothing off her breasts.
I fill my hands with her soft, warm mounds and groan as her nipples pebble against my palms.She curses and scratches her nails down my arms.I grind my trapped cock between her legs and enjoy her hiss as I mash her clit with the seam of her jean shorts.Her perfume thickens.She’s so ripe.So ready.
“Stop!Please,” she gasps.
I sneer and capture her nipples between my fingers while kneading her ample mounds.
“No.Mine,” I snarl.
Through the faint, flickering light filtering in through the stained-glass window, she steals my breath when she pierces my soul with shimmery eyes.A single tear escapes from her lashes and trails down her temple as she digs her nails into my arm.Dark red liquid drips down my wrist and pools between my fingers.With every shift of my hands, I smear my blood over her flesh.
She writhes and bucks.I thrust my hips and growl.
The sound of her family’s truck engine roaring to life rumbles through the panes of glass, close enough to reach through the window but not the solid stone walls and door.
Her eyes widen as she recognizes the obnoxious sound.I smirk.She opens her mouth to scream.
I manhandle her onto the floor, force her knees wide with my sneakers, yank her wrists behind her head, and pull her head back by her hair as I free my cock from my trousers.My ghoul sheds his robes, settles a palm on the top of her head, and trails the back of a talon down the side of her face.
She clamps her teeth together.
My long, thick shaft brushes against her chin, too heavy to defeat gravity despite the lust pulsing through me.Her nostrils flare.I grab my base and lift the hard length toward her mouth.Pure terror shines from her leaking golden orbs.
