Page 23 of Beneath Hoof and Hollow
Emeline? My attention fixes on the taller man. So this is the cretin betrothed to my nightingale. He’s well built. Broad, with a length of brown hair tied at the nape of his neck. Even from here he reeks of smoke and sulphur. Itrimort’s influence swirls around him, filling his aura.
I look lower, noting the bulge in his trousers. He’s turned on by his false sense of power and justice. The sizable ridge is impressive. It’s a pity he didn’t know how to use that to pleasemyEmeline.
He points to the woman on the barrel. She has a cloth stuffed between her lips. Any words she’s been trying to speak are muffled to the point of being unrecognizable. “That woman denied my advances because she knew if I got too close I would see straight through her and into the wicked witch soul she’s been hiding.”
The rat-faced man shifts from one foot to the other. “But Reverend Statton has yet to confirm it. Ifyou’re wrong, you’ll be killing an in?—”
“What are you two, my conscience? Itrimort has given me special permissions. I am to nourish myself, body and soul. Without Emeline around, I need to find that nourishment elsewhere. My quest for physical satisfaction is key to helping expose the witches still hidden amongst us.Itrimort needs mestrong.” He turns back to the shivering girl. “But you were too stubborn to see the glory in your purpose. When you denied me, you denied Itrimort. In that moment, I saw you for the evil thing you are.Witch.”
I’ve seen this all before. Itrimort works fast. He singles out the most powerful and grants them special purpose and attention. Once he turns the strong ones, his “wolves” of a community to his side, the weaker sheep are fast to fall into line or risk being eaten alive.
I could kill them now. All three. But this killing is personal. What will my nightingale think of me if I murder her betrothed without her present to witness true justice? She liked watching me kill those men before. Her hard nipples, the way her breathing picked up. The idea of her watching me end this man’s life, removing his head and planting it on my chest while Emeline rides my cock. Forcing him to watch as I make his former lover scream, squirt, and shatter is an idea so violently delightful that my own cock hardens.
Maybe I’llgrant him a slower death, keep him alive until Emeline climaxes, and then end his life in the same moment I fill his woman.My woman.
My claim on Emeline has come swiftly and without mercy. She deserves to witness his death.
Revenge served with a side of clenching cunt and thrusting cock. Yes, that is what I want.
But I’ll have a little fun now, too.
A breeze rattles leaves on a nearby tree. The rat-faced man looks around. “These woods are haunted. Let us leave. Please, Leed.”
He’s afraid. Good. I can use that to my advantage. I’ll give them all a reason to flee.
Slipping free from my clothes, I stalk through the trees. A quick sweep takes the feet out from beneath the rat-faced manfirst. He yelps as he slams to the ground. Flipping to his hands and knees, he cries out, “What was that?”
The sweaty one faceplants as I kick in the backs of his knees. Leed watches the two men rise from the ground. “Tis but a ghost. To your feet, let the strength of Itrimort?—”
Yanking hard at the cross around his neck, I jerk it behind him. Leed’s hands fly to his throat as his air supply is cut off. He claws at the chain, but it’s too deeply embedded in his neck to be able to hook a finger beneath.
His friends look on in horror as Leed’s face darkens.No air for you,Leed.
He’s such a fan of violence and fear when it’s directed at others. Let’s see if he still finds those things thrilling when it is he who is the victim.
Keeping my hold on his necklace with one hand, I reach around with the other to grab his dick. The only cock I’ve ever touched is my own. On another, I realize how fragile such a body part is. How easily it could be ripped free.
His body thrashes as I squeeze the engorged shaft hard enough to bruise. I’m certain he’s feeling untold amounts of pain. I don’t feel too bad. He lost the right to use this when he ignored the lack of consent from an innocent woman and turned her rejection into a death sentence.
Keeping my grip tight, I give him two quick jerks. His knees buckle, body crumpling as I manhandle his cock. I consider tearing it off completely. But if he bleeds out right now, they won’t believe it was just a ghost toying with them. That’s all I am in this moment without my clothes on. The ghost of the western woods. Feeding into their well-rooted fears. They won’t cry to Itrimort about an invisible presence in a forest already known to be filled with ghouls and spirits.
My hand around his shaft feels strangely intimate. I doubt he’ll tell anyone. A special little moment between the two of us.Even now, his friends can’t see the way I’ve got him fisted. Their eyes are fixed on the purple of his face.
Turning my voice low, I growl, letting the wordrunrattle through the woods. Leed sucks in a breath when I release the chain and his cock at the same time. His hands fly to the front of his pants. He’s more afraid of losing his manhood than his air supply. These mortal men are pathetic.
Then again, I’d give up air for sex. Maybe I’lllet Emeline sit on my face, block my nose and mouth with that soft, full ass, pretend she’s suffocating me in her wet warmth. Then eat her cunt until she’s the one who can’t breathe.
It’ssatisfying to watch the chaos of the aftermath. The rat-faced man has pissed himself. The three men are all running, or in Leed’s case, limping back to town. He won’t be using his brutalized cock on any unwilling women anytime soon.
My attention turns to the woman with a noose around her neck. She’s pretty. Young, with light brown curls and wide, brown eyes. I pull the rope free and lift her from the barrel. She flails, but doesn’t scream when she removes her gag.
“Sleepy Hollow is not safe. Hide in the woods and return after sunrise tomorrow.”
“Who are you? A spirit? A guardian angel?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I coo, “so heed my words. Hide in the forest. Sleepy Hollow will be cleansed tonight.”
On her feet, she turns, running deeper into the woods. Her fingertips rub the skin around her neck as she does. Moments from an unjust hanging. The men of this town are even more corrupt than I realized.
