Page 9 of All Hallows' Maze
“Of course.”
Of course, I’ll look at your tits and making sure the piercings are perfect because what are friends for?
She turned around as I looked over, her hands hovered over her breasts. Her face was red, and I snickered at the irony.
“I’m of no help if I can’t see, V.” Her bravery turned to pure terror etched onto her beautiful face. “It’s fine, I promise.”
My fingers curled over her wrists and slowly she dropped them to her side. Her eyes darted between mine. I looked down at her chest and it was my turn to blush. She was perfect in every way, but I never really had the words to fully convey that thought. Purple ink dotted marks on each nipple. Her breasts were full and high, more than enough the fill my hand. I composed myself before looking at her worried face.
‘Wonderful placement, they’ll look great.” She looked over her shoulder at the piercer, leaving them in my face as I restrained her wrists.Hell. Take. Me. Now.
“Well, if you’re happy then go ahead and lie back on my table.”
She stepped out my hands and I resumed my position resting against the wall and reminding the horny parts of my being that behavior was uncouth. We were here to support Vera, not ogle over her.
“Dakota,” Vera whispered, and my mouth went dry. Opening my eyes, she was flat on the table staring right at me. Her hair fell over the edge, and I needed her under me just like that. “I’m a little scared.”You and me both, baby.
The piercer opened sterile packages and laid out an assortment of items on a silver, covered tray. I picked up my chair and moved it behind her head. My hands framed her face and kept her attention on me. I wanted to stroke her cheek, but that would lead to shoving my tongue down her throat with the way her wide eyes watched me.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“You’re gonna be fine. It might hurt, but it won’t last forever.” The woman moved closer.
“I can’t watch,” Vera rushed out.
“No one’s going to make you.”
“Can you—” Vera stopped as the woman prepped and took hold of her. I glanced up, fulfilling her request. She slid the needle through her flesh, and I pressed my tongue into the point of my fanged barbell. Vera gasped but didn’t cry out. The process was repeated immediately on the other side and the sight stirred that dark, hungry part of me that wanted to devour her.
I looked down at V, not a tear in sight though slight discomfort was on her brow.
“See, told you so.” She smiled at her accomplishment, and damn if I wasn’t proud of her and hella turned on at the same time.
I fisted my cock, pumping it harder at the thought of running my tongue over those piercings and biting at her nipples. It wasn’t enough to satisfy my urges with small, simple kisses. I needed her in my fucking soul. The way she spread herself out on the counter and fucked her pussy had me on my knees. My name fell from her lips over and over and I needed her then. Her pretty pussy was on display, tight, dripping, and throbbing as she fucked herself hard because ofme. Standing there and watching was erotic, but it killed me all the same.
Heat raced up my back as my balls tightened, my cock throbbed as I imagined that sweet cunt wrapped around me as she screamed.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck, Veradis.” I groaned, squirting hot cum into the shower stream and stroking my cock more to chase the fleeting feeling.
Reaching out, I turned the dial in the opposite direction and drenched myself in ice cold water.
She was undoing every fiber of my soul.
CHAPTER4
Vera
In the mirror,I looked over my lashes and eyeliner for any smudging. Halloween was one of my favorite holidays, and over the last few years celebrating has shifted forms. We were too old to reasonably trick-or-treat, and too young for a few parties at the local college. Haunted houses and amusement parks were the perfect thrill-seeking middle ground.
My phone buzzed on the ceramic counter and pulled my attention away.
Wild: outside
Bunny: coming down!
One last look in the mirror, I checked my fake ears and adjusted my costume. It was oddly warm for October, especially the end as we moved forward into November. This gave me a chance to be more forward since. My skirt was just short enough to get his attention, and even if it didn’t go beyond that, his attention was enough for tonight.
Dakota Wilder was a peculiar man, and though I didn’t have solid proof, our near decade of friendship exposed clues for what he preferred. Extremely private to most, I got to see another side of him. His preferred nickname wasn’t lost on me and was the basis for my choice of costume. Was it on the nose? Absolutely.
I raced down the stairs and caught a glimpse of my annoying ass twin brother on the couch.
