Page 15 of Brutally Mated
Skor moves toward me, wraps one arm around my waist, and picks me up, holding me against his body in a protective sort of way. He brushes my hair out of my eyes and he murmurs soft little kind words to me as he gives me some comfort.
I’m not used to this at all. In my life, when I am hurt, I look after myself. Serious wounds might be aided by my father’s brides, but for the most part I have always been considered something of an outcast among my own pack.
Thorn
I can’t fucking move. Every one of my muscles is locked in place. It’s like being turned to stone. I can breathe, I think, but it’s not doing anything for me. Around me, there’s a rough animal panic.
I just wanted to fuck her. Over and over and over again. The moment my cock was inside her I felt compelled to rut. There was no thought inside my head, no shred of real being. I was like a…
“It’s not his fault,” I hear her saying. “He was possessed. Not everything dead out here has a body to itself. We’ll have to get it out before he regains the ability to move.”
“How do we do that?”
“You don’t do that. I do that.”
I can feel something inside me vibrating with rage. It wants to keep itself in me. It liked the way my body felt. I can feel it extending into me, running through my blood. I can feel it putting out thorns that will make it stick inside me. There’s nothing I can do about this. I am paralyzed like an insect caught by a wasp. Something has been laid inside me.
She felt so good at first. I thought I was making love so well. She was sore, but she wanted it, didn’t she? The way she shuddered and moaned when I told her she was a good girl for taking my cock even though she had already been mated…
I am getting distracted from my possession by the memories of the first sex I ever had. It felt so fucking good to have her wrapped around me. She was tight and hot and somehow she was wetter than I thought she’d ever be.
“Boy gets his first sex and also has to have his first exorcism on the same night,” Skor says.
“It’s going to hurt,” Tabby replies. “We’re going to need some herbs that aren’t within the protective circle. We’ll have to go out and get them.”
“You’re not going out,” Krall says.
“I have to go out. I’m the only one capable of protecting myself. If I don’t go out now, it will be harder to get the thing out of him.”
“You’re not going out. I don’t care if he dies. You’re more important.”
“He won’t die,” she says. “He’ll just be very possessed. Just let me go. I think I can see some Henswort over there. All I need to do is just dart out and grab a little, and then I can solve this problem…”
“Move outside this fire, and I will whip you so painfully you never consider disobeying me ever again,” he says. He is ready to sacrifice me for her, and I am in full agreement. This pretty redheaded female is worth more than any of us, and her freshly ovulated eggs will be marinating in my seed. I could die right now and have achieved my life’s aims.
Tabby
I’m sore. I’m exhausted. I need a nap. And I have to save this idiot boy who got himself possessed and then fucked me to the point of madness. Then there’s the other two who won’t let me nip out for a bit to get some materials to look after their brother.
I need a distraction, that’s all.
Fortunately the unholy night has distractions in abundance.
“Hey, boys.”
A female rises from the dark with voluptuous breasts. It would be more appealing, or perhaps less if there were not four sets of them running from her breastbone all the way down her torso.
She stands eight feet tall. Her hair is writhing snakes that hiss as they orient themselves toward the fire and my mates. She is a wraith of pure vengeance and of desire.
I figure she’s going to keep them busy.
I back away slowly as the two able to do so stare transfixed. If they do it long enough, they’ll turn to stone. But I figure a few minutes won’t hurt.
I slip back out of the circle and make for the bushes. If I had known I’d have any interest in saving my mates, I would have collected these earlier. I have a whole pouch of remedies and such back at the fire, but I didn’t count on possession.
I snip a few florets off the bush and turn around to go back to camp. Unfortunately camp has disappeared. I’d panic, but I’ve seen the world swim before my eyes more than once. This is a trick of shades and shadows who hope I will become disoriented and wander into the jaws of one of their terrible ilk.
I extend my hand and summon a little ball of light in the very center. It throws a pleasant glow in all directions, warming the palm of my hand and illuminating the ground around me. With this light, I find my way back to the sigils that are flaming in the night, working with all their might to keep the darkness back.
