Page 27 of A Kiss From a Revenant
Our latest victim—a merchant with his silken cloak sodden with blood—lies in a heap along the alley wall. He was forgotten the moment his body hit the ground. With eager hands, Nory pulled me towards her, licking his blood from my tongue and placing my hands onto her soft body. I’ve skillfully arranged her over a weather-worn barrel deep in the shadows.
The scarlet hem of her dress has been hiked up around her hips. The supple mounds of her ass glow in the moonlight. Her stocking-clad thighs are wide, exposing both her little pink holes to my gaze. I retreat my hips, hissing as her hot, wet pussy greedily tries to suck me back within her.
Nory whimpers, pushing back to try to sheath me inside her. After a moment of reprieve, I slam back into her with a grunt. My hips bounce off her ass, and she coats me in more delicious arousal. The scent of her cunt swirls around me and kindles mylifefire. Her teeth sink into my palm as I silence her screams of pleasure with my hand.
The sounds of our slapping bodies echo in the silent night. A storm has moved in, and a whipping wind conceals most of our noise. Nory’s blunt nails dip into the wooden top of the barrel that rocks with each of my hard thrusts. Leaning down, I lick up her neck as my mouth finds her ear.
“Look at how desperate you are for my cock, Nory. We just killed someone, and you’re too greedy to be fucked to care. Naughty girl. If you weren’t so perfect, I’d have to punish you.”
She tightens like a vice on my cock, and I grin. The ridges of my length drag inside her perfect heat.
“You’d like to be punished, wouldn’t you?”
Nory nods frantically, but it’s not enough. Lifting my hand from her hip, I quickly smack her ass, watching colorbloom on her pale skin. Nory moans into my palm, her thighs beginning to tremble. I spank her again—it didn’t take me long to learn Nory like a bit of pain with her pleasure.
“Use your words,” I command, removing my palm from her mouth to snatch back her hair.
Curving her spine, she bends perfectly, allowing me to fuck her even deeper. The head of my cock butts up against her womb and urges me to spill inside of her. Not yet, I have to wait until she’s come, even if it seems impossible to hold on. With her red hair wrapped around my fist, I pull until I know she feels a prick of pain.
Her eyes stare at me, glossy with pleasure.
“Punish me, Eryx. Use me however you want. I need it.”
Her words are broken up by soft moans. Sucking my thumb into my mouth, I reach between her pink cheeks and press my finger against the tight muscles of her back entrance—Nory squeals, thrashing in my grasp and rewarding me with a fresh rush of wetness.
“Even if I fucked you here?”
My thumb breaks through the tight ring and pushes deep. Her breath catches in her throat as she begins to tremble. Her peak is close, and I savor it.
“Well, Nory? Answer me.”
“I—I?—”
“You sound so pitiful,” I sigh. “Are you close to coming?”
“Yes!”
“Good. Give me an answer, and I’ll make you come.”
Nory swallows and looks at me over her shoulder. She is more beautiful with every passing day, especially with her pink cheeks and tears of desperation drying along them. Her freckles are like stars decorating her pale face. Biting her full lips, I watch her body bow in complete supplication to my thrusts.
“Take my ass, Eryx. It belongs to you,” she gasps. “Now, please, make me come.”
I chuckle darkly and thrust my thumb back into her ass, delighting in her broken moan. My other hand leaves her hair and sneaks under her hips to rub circles on her greedy clit. Her body locks down on mine, and her mouth opens in a silent scream.
“Come for me, Nory. Coat me in that sweet fucking come while I flood your pretty cunt with my spend.”
I retreat my hips and power into her once, twice, until the base of my spine tingles. On the third and final thrust, I push deep. Her ass cushions my hips, and I come deep inside of her. My sticky release squelches between us and falls to the dirt floor of the alley.
Pleasure kindles mylifefireto another level. It makes me wonder how I ever lived without it before—without Nory. Even if my undoing wasn’t looming, there is no way that I could continue without her. She is it for me—forever.
I can’t survive without her. I won’t.
Once she has come down from her orgasm, I cuddle Nory’s trembling body into mine. Glancing down, I take in our victim one last time. He was the final victim—no other women have come seeking Nory’s help. Truth be told, men have been leaving the Snowlands at a rapid rate.
With no more plots to hatch, I wonder how to satiate Nory’s own bloodlust. She has the heart of a killer in the body of a goddess. There’s an edge to her—a desire to watch those who deserve to suffer—that has been hidden by her tender disposition. Even with all the money she’s earned from helping the women of this town, monetary fulfillment will never truly satisfy her.
Nory pulls back, a tired smile on her lips. My dead heart urges to beat along with her pounding one. In the moonlight and freshly fucked, she is gorgeous. I can smell my scentmixing with her sweetness, and my cock begins to harden again. Once we’re back in her cottage, I’ll be counting down the seconds until I’m inside of her again.
