Chapter 10 Eryx
ERYX
These past days have left me on the edge between agony and bliss.
Each day, I am in pain, forcing myself to keep away from Nory so that she can get her work done.
However, a male like me can only hold off for so long.
After only a handful of hours spent prowling the shadows of her home or the surrounding forest, I slink back into her house and take her atop whatever clothing she’s mending.
Her fingernails bite into my back as I swallow her high-pitched moans.
Each time I feel her come around my cock and I fill her with my seed, the madness inside of me intensifies. Once we have come down from our shaking climaxes, it’s not long before she’s forgoing her work in favor of me wringing pleasure from every inch of her body.
Nighttime is when we unleash our full desire.
Once my bloodlust is satisfied by our latest victim, I turn that primal edge on Nory.
She meets my depraved lust with her own, allowing me to drink from her before taking her in countless maddening ways.
I feast from her neck as well as between her thighs, drinking down her sweet honey from both places.
With her blood inside me, our passion reaches new peaks.
The jealousy I feel as I watch her play her role burns hotly. Now, the men she lures don’t even get the chance to touch her before I pounce on them—ripping their throats out before claiming her beside their corpses. I’ve taken her roughly more places than I can count.
We’ve fucked in old barnes where her moans echo through the rafters.
I’ve lain atop a fresh pile of snow deep in the graveyard as she looms above me naked.
Her breasts bounce as she rides me under the pale moon.
Each time we come together, my heart lifts, believing this will be it.
The time we finally succumb to the unspoken truth lurking between us and fulfill my maker's demand.
Each time, I am left disappointed by her refusal to confess. However, that feeling of discontentment quickly dissipates as she looks at me with trust and adoration in her eyes. Each time it makes me want to prove myself more—clearly, I am not doing enough to earn the feelings I desire from her.
I am not ignorant of the passing of time. My maker’s deadline looms—I’ve wasted too much time. Before, days passed slowly, agonizingly so. With Nory, time moves in the blink of an eye. I’ll seek her out at noon, and by the time I feel wrung out from pleasure, it’s nearly midnight.
Despite the passage of days, I can feel a difference within me as well.
Even gorging myself on those despicable males and Nory’s sweet blood, the hunger inside me never abates.
My bones feel brittle, on the verge of breaking.
Even my magic has begun to wane, simple tasks require more concentration than I’ve ever used.
Nory has noticed the change in me as well.
Her verdant eyes snag on the increasing pallor of my skin.
There is concern in her gaze and a trepidation in her touch as if she knows—even though it is impossible.
I will not tell her and risk my maker’s wrath.
All I can hope is that today will be the day she fully submits to me, and my maker’s bargain will be fulfilled.
My maker’s demands plague my every thought—only silenced when I am deep inside Nory, just like I am now.
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 my lifefire.
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 color bloom 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 my lifefire to 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 scent mixing 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.
A wicked thought flows through me as I stare down into her trusting eyes.
What if the reason I have not earned her confession is that she has become too comfortable in our routine?
There is no more mystery between us—the sharpest edges of the monster I used to be have been dulled by her.
What if I need to show her the depth of my devotion so she is encouraged to meet it with her own?
I’ve been playing by her rules this whole time. Going wherever she bid me and doing whatever she said—and I’ve enjoyed every moment. What if I no longer gave her a choice? What if I took her deep into The Woods and fucked her endlessly until her confession came out as a broken sob of pleasure?
The image of her shaking and desperate—vowing to be mine in no uncertain terms—makes me burn hotter. I’m lost to the depraved fantasy as we leave the alley and quickly travel back to her cottage. It is wrong—I couldn’t do something like that…could I?
With the old oak door swinging shut behind us, I watch Nory hang her cloak by the fire. Her green eyes find mine. Exhaustion weighs her down; if I were to take her, she’d hardly fight me.