Page 394 of Phobia
I hadn’t planned on getting attached. I’d just been looking to have a little fun. Fucking had been my favorite sport when I was alive, and it was still my favorite in the afterlife. Unfortunately for me, not too many women passed through these parts. It was usually men who risked their lives doin’ stupid shit that ended with them under soil, like fucking around with other men’s wives. So, when Rosalie had shown up in her sheer nightgown with the silhouette of her pointy nipples peeking through, my mouth had watered almost as much as my dick.
I had tried hard to turn her away after we had been physical, but the woman had already seeped under my skin. I had been a pussy, gettin’ excited to see her every night, and when she hadn’t shown, the loneliness that I had always enjoyed had choked me. Not even my rum had washed it away.
She had begged me to teach her how to take a cock, and boy, had I enjoyed being her instructor. Defiling her had become my new favorite pastime. Seeing all the ways I could push my little virgin to the limit had titillated me. My biggest accomplishment had been plunging her mind into madness and hearing her cackle as proof of her drowning sanity.
At some point, it had stopped being a game. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. But being with me, marrying me, required more than just a contract and some rings. There were certain procedures, and as much as I hated rules, they had to be followed.
When she had shown up distraught last night, I couldn’t have said no to her, and neither could the boys. They had been waiting for the opportunity ever since she’d started visiting me. Twelve men, one for each full moon under the constellations. Really, it had been thirteen if you counted each of the Gemini boys—they were inseparable and as good as one person with how well they fucked each other.
The men had needed to break Rosalie in before she could spend all the moons for eternity as my wife.Who am I to get in the way of tradition?
My girl had handled it like a professional. I had never seen a more dazzling sight than all my boys bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her skin had flushed pink every time orgasm had neared, and she’d whimpered each time one of the boys had pulled away. And her voice, it was the most exquisite thing I had ever heard, vibrant and uncontrolled, like a song that lived in the clouds, it was so high and loud.
The final act had been to have her for myself, which hadn’t been a chore at all. Who woulda thought that the best fuck I ever had woulda been a virgin? But I supposed when you were slipping into madness, you did shit better than you had when you’d been sane, like fuck like a heathen.
“Bastien, you left me!” she whined to the vessel.
“And yeh found me again.”
I hadn't wanted to leave her after last night, but I’d had to visit the old man upstairs and have a little chat with him. At first, he’d argued against the binding ceremony, but I had pleaded my case effectively. It hadn’t so much been asking for permission as it had been letting the man know that I was keeping my queen by my side.
I wasn’t a sentimental guy, but baby girl nearly thawed my cold, un-beating heart as I pressed my lips to hers through way of the vessel. Her tongue eagerly wrestled with mine.
She pulled away, breathless. “You promised to take me with you!”
“I know, babe. But I had to do somethin’ important.”
“Why didn’t you tell me . . . that you were dead?”
I shrugged. “Yeh never asked.” I caught sight of my necklace on the ground. The one that I always wore, the severed tip of an ox horn strung on a cord.
She stared back at me, completely befuddled.
I let out a sigh. “Would yeh have believed me if I had told yeh?”
Her sparkling green eyes lowered. “I suppose not.”
I had asked for her trust in all things, and she was ashamed that this was an instance in which she wouldn’t have given it to me.
I lifted her chin so she would meet my eyes again. “S’okay. I wouldn’t have trusted me, either.”
“How can I still see you?”
“Because I’m handsome.” I flashed a wide grin. My fingers traced her skin where the top of her breasts spilled out of her corset.
“Bastien, be serious.” She moaned when I slipped my finger under her neckline and grazed her tight nipple.
“Certain people can see me. Only those who are sensitive to receiving spirits.” I undid her corset and pulled her dress down to her hips, freeing her bare tits to me. I could tell she was already turned on from how swollen they felt in my hands.
“And your friends?” she muttered, her heavy lids drooping with desire. “Were they dead, too?”
“Yep.” I leaned in and caught one of her peaks in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her body arched, shoving her tits into my face. I could breathe them in for an eternity and still want more.
“What yeh did...let us do to yeh...is nothing to be ashamed of. Yeh were so beautiful lying there, taking all of us one after the other.”
She nodded, weaving both of her hands into my hair. “Why can’t you come to me like before, as yourself?”
“I still can, but y’er friend here summoned me, so I’m stuck in her.” I rained kisses over her abdomen, like an apology for things to come.
