Page 37 of Beneath Hoof and Hollow
“Fier,” I warn.
“Sit,” is his only command before more vines shackle my waist and drop me back into my seat.
“There are people walking around.” My whisper is harsh.
“Hmm.” Fierdon cocks his head. The vine returns to my clit. Brushing against it in a tantalizing serpentine pattern. “Maybe they need a lesson in anatomy. If their sex lives are anything like yours was before, we’d be doing them a favor letting them watch. Should I lift your skirts so they can see just where to touch?”
Heat blooms up my neck, but the fire pooling between my hips burns far hotter. When I speak, it’s overly breathy. “You would want the others to see such intimate parts of me?”
“Oh, nightingale. I’d strip you bare and fuck you in the center of town if you would allow it. Display every inch of you while I teased your holes and stuffed your cunt. Let the townsfolk gawk like a circus act.”
“Fierdon! Don’t talk like that!”
He speaks low, the words rumbling into my ear. “I bet they’d get off watching you ride my stem while I ate your cunt. The men may be so aroused, they’d take their women on the spot. We could have a mass fucking right here in the town square.”
My pussy clenches. Fierdon’s deep chuckle hinges on bestial.
“Do you like that idea? Your cunt certainly does. It’s fluttering like a witch’s moth.”
The clearing of a throat has my spine snapping straight. Deanna approaches, her hands behind her back.
Fierdon instantly removes his vines and straightens up beside me.
“You guys made it.” Deanna smiles. The bruises on her face have shifted from deep purple to a pale green and yellow. Her injuries will heal. Hopefully her emotional scars, too. “I was hoping to see you tonight.”
Her gaze is fixed on Fierdon.
“Me?” he asks.
She nods. “I made this for you. It’s not much, but I wanted to thank you for saving me.” From behind her back she reveals a long woven necklace. Straw has been braided with sunflowers, goldenrods, and orange mums to create a wildflower chain. She holds it out.
Fierdon blinks at it. “For me?” he repeats.
Deanna nods again. “May I?”
She raises it above his massive pumpkin head. Fierdon leans forward. The flower chain falls across his shoulders, draping along his chest.
In a surprising turn of events, a line forms before us. Dozens of women and men line up to pay tribute and thank Fierdon. He squeezes my hand tightly. I can feel the overwhelming emotion radiating from him.
After much encouragement, and about fifteen more meads, I convince him to address the crowd.
“Thank you for the gifts. It’s been my honor to protect the people of Sleepy Hollow. I promise you all that I will continue to watch over this town and those within it.” Even with the mead, the words are stiff.
He’s not used to being the good guy. Soon enough, he’ll see what I see. A spooky, monstrous, twisted, terrifying…hero. Albeit a devious sex-fiend and all-around demon, but a good guy and hero nonetheless.
My Headless Horseman. Not so headless anymore.
The small, simple headstones that mark each of the freshly dug graves are more than those men deserve. Still, I find a hint of sadness spilling through my chest when I come across Leed’s. His grave is still open. The plain wooden coffin rests in the bottom of the unfilled hole. I was notified they found his body this morning. Another headless victim in the woods.
Jonathan was kind to dig these. Even after they locked him away and took the life of his sister, he still believes in granting them a final act of mercy. I guess not everyone lost their faith.
“Missing your dearest love?” Fier’s voice sends chills across my skin.
I toss him an eye roll. “You know well that he was not my dearest love.”
“True. Just a simple man with a simple cock.”
“Fier!” I whirl, smacking him on the chest.
