Chapter 4
FOUR
ELISA
I’m cold. I’m so damn cold. My fingers feel like ice. I wrap my arms around myself but it doesn’t help. I glance around and find myself so confused. It’s late, dark and still, and the full moon hangs high overhead, bathing the ground in a pale glow. I’m in the woods. How did I get into the woods?
This must be a dream.
But I thought you could only dream of things you’ve already seen?
I think I heard that once somewhere. But I definitely haven’t seen this place before.
These woods seem like something out of a movie—glistening white snow, dark and twisted branches, a clear night sky overhead.
I can make out all of the stars up above, definitely nothing like this in the city.
And the silence here. It’s… serene. Not the creepy type of silence where you know something’s going to sneak up on you.
No, this is the type of stillness that lets you know that the world is calm, at peace.
Where the hell am I?
I take a step forward, my feet crunching in the stiff snow.
The sound seems to echo off the barren branches surrounding me.
I’m in some type of clearing in the woods.
But there are no tracks in front of or behind me.
It’s like I closed my eyes on the airplane and then suddenly just appeared here.
Maybe the plane crashed and I’m dead. If this is Heaven, then I’m okay with this.
It seems quiet and secluded. I could spend an eternity in this type of solitude and serenity.
Maybe with a fuzzy blanket, though; it’s cold as shit out here.
I take a few more steps around the clearing, breathing deeply and letting the fresh air fill my lungs. It’s so… open out here. It feels like freedom.
“I’m glad you like it, Snow Angel,” a deep voice speaks from behind me.
I’m so startled that I jump. I spin while also trying to back up, my feet tripping over themselves and sending me tumbling to the ground.
My ass hits the frozen ground with a thump.
My brain rattles around in my skull and my vision momentarily goes black.
I blink a few times, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” My voice comes out panicked as I scramble across the frozen ground.
Across the clearing is what can only be described as a monster.
He’s huge—at least seven feet tall, if not taller, with shoulders that can barely fit between the trunks of the trees.
Horns lift from his head, rising from beneath his long hair and curling back away from his face.
He has long legs and equally long arms. Each finger is tipped with a razor-sharp talon.
His proportions are completely inhumane.
His skin is a deep shade of blue that almost matches the sky.
But it’s his face that is truly horrific.
Long, sharpened teeth hang from between his thick lips, glinting in the bright moonlight.
Solid onyx eyes seem to see nothing and everything behind dark, thick lashes.
My eyes roam from his face down his chiseled chest, dusted with pale white hair, and then lower.
Between his massive thighs is a truly monstrous dick…
well, dicks. Two long, throbbing, twisted members standing fully erect and pointing straight at me.
My core clenches at the sight. They’re horrific, and yet, I can’t seem to stop my thighs from rubbing together to alleviate the growing need I’m feeling.
The sound of a sharp sniff breaks the trance I’m under and my eyes fly back to his face. His nostrils flare as if he’s smelling something on the wind.
“Fuck, Snow Angel, your desire for me smells fucking delicious,” he growls as his glowing black eyes hone in on me.
His cocks twitch.
I don’t think.
I just run.
The cold air whips past my face as I tumble and stumble across the uneven terrain, trying my best to get as much distance as I can between myself and that thing.
“You can run, love, but when I catch you, I will make you pay for it,” his rich, deep timbre calls out from behind me.
Fear courses through my veins—fear and adrenaline.
Because, as much as I hate to admit it, this is the most alive that I’ve felt in…
well, in a very long fucking time. Ever since the accident that took both my parents from me, I’ve been walking around like a ghost, a shell of the person I used to be.
I go through the motions, do and say what I’m supposed to, but it’s as if I’m simultaneously here and not here.
I’ve been lost in a sea of grief for far longer than I care to admit.
But running from this beast, this monster, has me feeling alive, as if, in this moment, I’ve finally snapped out of the haze of trauma that’s been hanging around me for years.
The cold in my lungs, the snow beneath my feet, the scraggling branches pulling at the threads of my clothes—it all feels so real, even though rationally I know that I must be dreaming.
There aren’t really double-dicked demons that chase young women through the woods, right?
The sound of the beast behind me, closing in, has me running faster. I pump my legs, push past the pain in my side as I try my best to escape. Damn, definitely should have worked out more recently.
“You are a feisty little thing. Such fight in you,” he growls as he closes in. Panic courses through me. I turn suddenly to the right, putting a tree between us just as his hand reaches out for me. He laughs, a full-bellied chuckle, as if any of this is fucking funny. “Clever too.”
My face is turning bitter from the cold but I don’t let it stop me.
I can’t slow down. I don’t know what will happen to me if he catches me, but I have a feeling it won’t be good.
The moonlight keeps the path well-lit as I leap over fallen branches and protruding roots.
Somewhere overhead, a crow caws into the night sky.
And that’s when I realize I can hear the crow…
nothing else. The sound of thunderous feet chasing me through the snow has halted.
He’s no longer pursuing me. Did he really give up?
Slowing to nearly a stop, I chance a glance over my shoulder.
Nothing. There’s nothing behind me but empty, dark night.
No monsters here. I should be glad, and yet, the way my stomach sinks slightly has me feeling very confused.
I didn’t actually want that thing to catch me, right?
That would be foolish, dumb, ridiculous.
I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts, I don’t notice he’s behind me until his hand wraps tightly around my ponytail.
He twists his wrist, allowing the silken blonde strands to twirl around his thick fingers.
His talons tangle in my hair and I cry out in horror.
With a sharp snap of his hand, he pulls my head back.
I cry out into the cold night as my skull stings in pain.
My eyes collide with his as he hovers over me, his unearthly dark gaze glaring down at me.
“Caught you. And now, you’re mine.”
My fear returns full force. The sharp fangs hanging from his mouth could easily shred me, gut me, destroy me. I’ve spent so long being bitter and cynical about life, but now that I’m faced with the possibility of being torn to shreds, the truth is that I want to live. I want to fight for me.
“Please,” I whimper.
His mouth twists into a smirk, allowing me to see more of his vicious fangs. The hunger in his eyes as he looks at me has conflicting feelings growing inside me. Yes, there’s fear, but beneath that is something different, something warm and needy.
“Please what, pretty thing?” he asks as a giant black tongue slips from between his lips. The forked muscle runs along the column of my exposed throat, sending shivers down my spine.
“Pl–please don’t kill me,” I stutter as my teeth chatter. The cold is more intense now, as if the air is becoming more frigid the closer he gets to me.
He chuckles softly, his eyes assessing me. “I don’t intend to kill you, fegre.”
He pulls back from me, standing to his full and very impressive height.
With his grip on my hair, he shoves me down to my knees.
I hit the ground with a humpf. He pulls my hair back again, forcing me to look up at him from below.
He walks around me, coming to stand in front of me.
In this position, I am right at eye level with what hangs between his thighs.
The two monstrous members are still impressively hard.
Twisted blue skin runs in twirling ridges around each of the shafts.
I can’t help but wonder how those ridges would feel rubbing against me.
Each of his cocks hang independently between his thighs, but the base of each meets at the same point on his pelvis, disappearing into a patch of shimmering white hair.
And hanging below them are three enormous balls.
His sack looks full, heavy, thick. He smirks, and his cocks twitch as my eyes soak him in.
A drop of creamy white beads at the tip.
It looks like the cookie frosting I used to make with my mom when I was a kid.
The urge to stick out my tongue and lick it up is so strong, but I hold back.
“No, I won’t kill you,” he says, drawing my attention up to his face. He looks feral, almost unhinged, as he licks his lips in anticipation. “I do intend to claim you, though. Tonight, you’re mine.”
I gasp, unable to help myself. He takes the opportunity to shove one of the swollen heads into my open mouth.
Immediately, the taste hits me—sharp, spicy, sweet.
He tastes like a candy cane. Against my better judgment, I hum in approval, allowing my lips to wrap around the dark blue cock.
I swallow down the first taste of him. As soon as I do, something shifts, something changes.
I’m no longer cold. No, in fact, I’m burning hot.
My nipples ache, and my pussy throbs. My entire body feels consumed with desire.
I want him. No, I need him. My hips writhe on their own, seeking something to grind against. I’m absolutely desperate for more of his candy cane flavor.
“Fuck!” he hisses as I take him further into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, human. And you want me now too, don’t you?” he taunts me as he holds me on his giant cock. I want to say no, but it would be a lie.
He tightens his grip on my hair, making my head throb.
The pain causes tears to build along my lashline, but instead of making me want to pull away, I bob my head up and down, trying to take more of him.
The twisted ridges of his length feel so good against my tongue.
I run the tip against them to play with them.
He sucks in a breath, telling me that he likes it.
I do it again, and he growls. I can’t help the way my panties dampen at the sound. I feel as though I’m on fire.
“Use your hands. Your mouth on one, your soft little fingers on the other,” he demands gruffly as he begins to thrust his hips.
I do as he demands, bringing one hand to the cock currently in my mouth, while my other falls to the second throbbing length.
It takes a moment, but eventually, I figure out a rhythm between my two hands and my mouth.
I grind my desperate core against nothing, seeking relief.
I’ve never really been interested in sex, not wanting to be someone’s sad pity fuck, but right now, with the way I’m burning with need, I’d probably let this wild monster do anything he wanted to me.
“That’s it. Just like that. Such a good girl.” His praise spurs me on, urging me to continue.
I take him deeper until the tip reaches the back of my throat.
I gag and splutter, saliva and tears running down my face.
There’s a bulge at the top of his base that is swollen, pulsing.
It smothers me further each time I take him deeply.
I try to breathe through it, forcing more saliva to drip from the corners of my lips.
His talon reaches up and strokes the wetness covering my cheeks.
“Such a beautiful little mess,” he coos as he stares down at me, trying desperately to please him. “Are you going to let me cover you in my cum, fegre?”
I can’t answer him, all I can do is moan in agreement. Apparently, it’s enough for him, though. With a rough jerk on my ponytail, he pulls me off him and holds me in place. I’m on my knees, between his parted legs, staring up at the beautiful monster above me.
“Fucking take it,” he growls as he brings his giant hand up to both his cocks and strokes them both in tandem. The swollen knot at the top seems to grow even larger as he uses his hand to pump his dicks.
Once. Twice. Then he erupts. With a guttural growl, he unloads on me.
Rope after rope of icy cold cum squirts all over my face, neck, and chest. It hits my exposed skin like frozen rain.
Except, it smells just like candy canes—sweet as peppermint.
I close my eyes, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue, letting his release coat my taste buds.
When he finally finishes, his grip on my hair loosens, and I slump forward slightly.
I retract my tongue, close my mouth, and swallow him down.
He tastes delicious. I immediately want more.
When I open my eyes, I see he’s staring down at me.
His chest rises and falls rapidly. There’s something about the look on his face—worry, desperation, need…
I can’t tell what it is but it worries me.
I slip my tongue from between my lips and lick up more of his delicious cum.
I hum in delight as I taste it. He smiles slightly at that.
“Mine,” he whispers as he pushes some of my flyaway strands of hair out of my face.
“If you need me, Snow Angel, run to the woods. I will always come for you in the woods. Remember that,” he says before he releases me. Then the world fades to black.