12. Epilogue Draven
Chapter 12
Epilogue Draven
A loud thud, followed by a groan, grabs my attention. I look up from my phone to see a curvy girl with tawny skin, staring down at a luggage in frustration, her long curly black hair blowing in the wind. I take a second to study her. She is wearing a black Soul Reaper shirt with rips along her torso, tucked into a black skirt, fishnet leggings adorning her legs, and black Dr. Martens. She is definitely not from around here. Most of the girls here are replicas of each other. She’s different.
“Are you alright?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says, her tone sounding sad and broken. A protective instinct wakes in my chest. I’ve never been the one to help a damsel in distress, but there’s something about this girl that has me leaning down and picking up her luggage.
“Thank you,” she whispers, looking up at me, our eyes connecting. A breath gets lodged in my throat. Her eyes - she has the most beautiful, captivating green eyes I’ve ever seen.
Mine.
She grabs the luggage and starts to walk away. “Are you moving here?” I blurt out the first question that pops into my mind. I’m unsure why I ask this question when the answer is obvious, but I’ll say anything to hear her sweet soft voice a little bit longer. She looks around at the moving trucks and down to her luggage.
“What gave it away?” A smirk makes an appearance on her face.
I match her smirk, unable to help myself. It’s as if she is a magnet pulling me into her orbit. I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.
She’s mine.
“You're a comedian?” I quip.
“Only in my spare time,” she giggles, sending a jolt from my heart all the way down, passing every single organ down to my cock. She extends her hand. “I’m Catherine. We just moved in.”
I look down at her extended hands. They’re so soft and feminine. An image of them wrapped around my cock comes to mind. I internally groan. They would feel so good.
“Well,” she says, a bit awkward at my lack of acknowledgement. “I need to go inside.”
“Oh yeah, sorry I have a lot on my mind,” I say, the first excuse that comes to mind. I can’t really say I’m sorry I got lost in the thought of your lovely hands wrapped around my cock.
“See you around,” she calls out as she walks towards her house. Leaving me like an idiot staring after her with the desire to love everything about her.
After she walks inside, I walk home which is only a few houses down. Grab a few things I need, then head back to the woods across from her house. Staring at the light blue house, unsure of what I’m waiting for or why I’m doing this, all I know is that she will be mine. No, she is mine and I will not stop until I learn everything there's to know about my dark hair vixen with the captivating eyes.
After some time, I'm not sure how long, I see lights turning on in the left room of the house, and a few seconds later, she walks inside the room.
That's her room.
She turns around, staring, rubbing the back of her neck as she takes everything in. She looks broken, lost, scared, and angry. She looks to her right at the bathroom and removes her top, her ample breasts bouncing up and down from the action.
Fuck.
I dig in the heels of my boots on the dirt, forcing myself not to run into her house and lick, bite, and grab her delicious breast.
She removes her skirt, followed by her fishnet leggings, shoes, and socks, leaving her in a bra and red lacy underwear. My cock straining against my pants painfully as I take in every inch of her curvy body.
She walks into the bathroom, and I use this moment as an opportunity to make my move. I walk across the street, climb the tree, walk a few feet, slide the window open, and step inside. Her sweet lavender scent assaults me. I take a deep breath, ingraining her scent into my mind, soul, and bones. The sound of the shower turning on sends me into action. I look around at the empty room and install two small surveillance cameras to not have any blind spots. Then softly open the door of her room and make my way placing cameras all around the house. In the kitchen, living room, the hallway, and the garage.
The sound of the soft footsteps descending the stairs gives me pause. Fuck. She finished showering faster than I thought she would. I hide in the hallway's closet, listening to her footsteps and waiting for her to go to her destination. I don’t have to wait long for her steps to stop. I peek out the door and softly make my way upstairs back into her room when I see no one in sight; placing a camera in her bathroom out of impulse before exiting her house from where I came in, and go home with anticipation humming through my veins.
When I get home, I say hi to my parents and make my way up to my room. Turning on my computer monitor, where the images of her house appear on little squares. A huge smile forms on my face as I see her eating a sandwich hunching over her kitchen counter, wearing very short shorts with skulls decorating the material and a matching sports bra.
She is all fucking mine.
The End.
For now...