Page 11 of Headless Over You
Night is here,and the bells toll nine in total. I make my appearance by the bridge. I can see the light on in her room. I wait and wait as I watch the dark, moonlit pathway. She doesn’t come by the bridge, but instead she makes her appearance in the window. Her shadowy silhouette moves behind the glass.
Her hand is pressed to the windowpane, and I rear back on my horse. I want her to come to me. She climbs onto the windowsill, and I see then she’s not wearing her little shorts. She’s hardly wearing anything. She reaches up and takes off her short shirt, revealing herself to me.
Iris is beautiful. More beautiful than the moon and the stars that shine in the darkest night. She reaches up and grabs her breast while one hand trails between her thighs. I want her with me. I want to be there with her.
I kick my horse and turn to the bridge, barreling down the planks and the path that leads to town. I pass the church, my horse’s hooves beating loudly against the pavement. No one is outside because no one dares to cross the Horseman’s path atnight. Not that I have reason to do anything. The inn is in sight, and I ride to the side where Iris is. She opens the window.
“You’re here?” she whispers into the night, looking down at me. She’s put on a covering. That won’t do. I dismount Death and start climbing up the lattice, where roses and other vining plants are growing and winding through the structure.
I reach her window, and she backs up, letting me crawl in. Her hands clutch her covering to her body. I stalk toward her, but she doesn’t move.
I look toward her bed, silently telling her where I want her.
“You want me?” I grab her left hand and pull her toward me. I manage a growl from my chest. It’s getting easier the longer she’s in town working to undo the very curse set upon us all.
“You can have me,” she offers, and I pick her up and walk toward the mattress. I undo the knot holding her covering together and she’s naked beneath it. “I thought you were gone again.”
Never,I want to say. I could never stay away from her. I just wish I could tell her as much. Wearing simpler clothing tonight, I remove my shirt and pants, kicking off my boots as I tower over her small frame.
“You’rerealreal.” She gasps, and I nod.
I grab her thighs and spread her open for me, letting my devilish tongue snake out of this jagged jack-o’-lantern mouth of mine. I taste her finally, and it was worth the wait as the flavor of her spreads over my taste buds. She’s divine, delectable, and all mine. She writhes beneath me. I slip my finger through her pussy and into her depth. She’s so wet for me. So wanting. I fuck her hard, telling her how much I want her with every swipe of my fingers. She arches off the bed, coming on my tongue. Her voice cries out through the darkness, but I don’t care who in the inn can hear her. I want them to.
I want them to know this is what the Headless Horseman does to her.
“Brom, I-I need you inside me, please.”
Her begging is almost as sweet as her pussy. I move over her and thrust inside, not caring to wait any longer. She squeezes around my thick cock, and I know that I have her. I cage her into my arms and rut into her on primal instinct. It’s a ruthless and punishing pace. The sound of my hips against her thighs fills the space between her dulcet moans. She claws at my chest, but that only drives me harder into her.
I flip her beneath me and slip inside, watching her ass bounce with each thrust.
“Right there, right there.” I angle myself deeper to hit that spot harder. My fingers dig into her hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. But I don’t care. I want the memory of me marked into her pale flesh. My hand comes down on her ass; that’ll be sore in the morning, too. I spank her harder and harder. She cries with each one. She’s a shaking, sobbing mess beneath me.
But this is what she gets for teasing the ruthless Horseman.
My sweet, naughty girl is filthy, covered in her own juices. But still, I desire more. I miss her face so I flip her on her back. Black streaks run from her eyes, and she is a gorgeous mess of my undoing. I spread her legs and pin her knees to the bed. Her glistening, swollen pussy is on display, squeezing around nothing.
“Fuck me, Brom. Fuck. Me.”Such a good girl for me.
I drive into her, bottoming out as I bruise the inside of her. For days, she will feel me. She will miss my throbbing cock inside of her. Her thighs quake as she breaches another orgasm. Sin personified as she takes the dead’s cock. She chokes on her cries, and liquid gushes around me and soaks the bed.
“Don’t . . . stop,” she chokes out. Harder and harder, I thrust my body weight into her, rattling the bed frame. Creaks andgroans come from the bending boards. She squeezes me, and I can’t help but flood her with my seed. Her nails draw blood as I finish inside her.
She’s spent as she lies curled up in my arms. I cannot stay, I must return to the Underworld soon, but how I wish to sleep with her through the night.
One day soon, my little bird.
“Brom.” Her voice is hoarse as I look at her. “How can I help you? I know that if I return your head and talisman, that’ll break the curse set upon you, but where are they?”
The church bells toll, so I point in that direction, hoping she understands. She looks out the window toward the bell tower and waits, thinking as they chime ten.
“The church?” I nod and grab her left hand, placing it on my chest. “Of course it’s the church. It’s hallowed ground; you can’t enter.” Her fingers stroke over my chest as the solemn thought resonates with her.
Had I been able to, I would’ve been at rest long before today.
I stand, dreading the act as I dress and prepare my leave. She lies on the bed, yawning as exhaustion sets in.
You did so good for me.
