Chapter 22 The Headless Horseman
THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN
He carries her limp body from the horse.
Luminous pale skin has turned ashen. Scarlett’s full ruby lips are blue, and her chest weakly shudders up and down.
Death hangs heavy in the air tonight. Each body he passed on the way out of the manor had erupted in green fire.
He was never more powerful than he was right now, and yet none of it mattered.
If he could not save her, then what was the point?
He cannot lose her, not now. After just finding her, the blood soaking the front of her gown seeks to take her away.
In death, he cannot follow. Not as he is now.
He has to find some way to save her. He’ll barter with his soul for the chance to heal her.
Life means nothing if she isn’t here beside him.
The forest curls around them like fingers. Fog forms a thick blanket along the ground, covering him up to his ankles. The Headless Horseman has no idea where he’s taking her. Some invisible sting pulls him deeper into the Whispering Woods. Closer to the place where he met his own end.
Whatever magic spared him that night could do the same for her. Even if she were cursed, they would still be together, toiling away as two monsters until the end of time. It would be enough just to have her, even if he wished he could spare her from the pain of the transformation.
His boots slow in the dirt. Gently, he sets her down amongst the mist. The thick fog encases her like a death shroud. Her skin is far too pale, and her chest…he swallows. Her chest has gone still. A broken sob leaves him, and he falls forward.
The soft swells of her breast cushion his pumpkin head as he cries against her.
Her face is serene in death. Her blood wets him, and her heart remains quiet.
With a shuddering breath, he appeals to the moon.
Beseeches it to spare her from this untimely fate.
Screaming, weeping, and praying, the forest is filled with the sounds of his despair.
His whole body freezes as something brushes along his shoulder. Glancing up, he sees nothing, though the imprint of phantom fingers remains on his skin. The fog grows thicker, nearly swallowing her whole.
“Krane,” a voice echoes from the fog. “Krane.”
The mist swirls around him. Shadows dance on every corner. His eyes are wild as she searches through the darkness, trying to find that soft voice calling out to him. Spinning around, he gasps at the sight before him.
Scarlett. Alive.
Her cheeks are pink. Mischief sparks in her blue eyes. Her teeth sink into her full lower lip as she flutters her lashes at him. How is this possible? Is this a dream? A figment of his imagination?
“What are you doing out here? You should know better than to venture into the Whispering Woods.”
Glancing down, her corpse is gone. Only this vision of her remains, looking at him expectantly. Apprehension tears at his stomach, but he doesn’t try to flee. Something urges him to stay. The feel of her soul against his encourages him to remain in place.
Her warmth flows from her. The soft scent of rose water makes his mouth water as she drifts closer. Something flickers in her eyes as her grin grows.
“Were you hoping to get me alone? Somewhere no one could find us?”
Her teasing tone causes his cock to twitch. She is his siren, luring him to her with barely a smile. Her fingers drift over his pumpkin, as if she has done it a thousand times before. This vision of her knows him as he is now. Whatever this is, he must see it through to the end..
Finding his voice, he manages a nod.
“Yes.”
His voice is rough. Scarlett giggles, reaching behind herself and making quick work of the lace of her gown.
It falls into the fog, leaving her gloriously naked.
Her pink nipples pebble in the moonlight.
A dusting of golden hair conceals her intimate flesh.
He can smell her arousal, and his mouth waters in anticipation of a taste.
“If you wanted me that badly, we needn’t go this far into the woods,” she purrs.
Her hands fall to his shoulders, and she pushes him back. Her supple body falls atop his hard one. Groaning at the feel of her, his hands find her backside, gently kneading each firm cheek. Scarlett sighs, her eyes turning heavy.
“Again? You just had me.”
His cock kicks to life between them, and she rubs against it. Her mewls of pleasure spur him on, holding her tighter to him.
“I’ll never have enough.” The words are growled against her lips. “I could spend every day buried inside you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
She pulls up, the fog spreading behind her like wings. It curls heavily around her glorious breasts. Her nipples are begging for his tongue. She mewls, rubbing her cunt against his seeking hardness. She feels solid—permanent.
“You and that filthy mouth,” she sighs. “Put it to use, Krane.”
Their mouths come together in a searing kiss. In one fluid motion, he rolls her beneath him. The fog envelopes her, making her glow like the moon. His moon, forever.
He spares her nipples a few licks before descending towards her center. The smooth skin of her thighs grazes along his pumpkin. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he pushes her back and exposes her pink flesh to his gaze. Her greedy clit begs for his attention. Her tight cunt begs him to fill it.
The first taste of her jolts a torrent of seed from his cock.
It coats the inside of his trousers, making them sticky.
He pays it no mind, only delights in her sweet, musky flavor.
Scarlett arches her back, thrusting her tits towards the sky.
His hand reaches up to palm one of her breasts as the other spears inside her entrance.
Wet heat envelopes his hand as he pumps two fingers into her. He feels her begin to clench down on him, and his lips latch onto her clit. She screams her release, bucking wildly against him as he licks up her spend. Without hesitation, he shucks his trousers and enters her with one harsh thrust.
He captures her groan in his mouth. Whatever final kindness is allowing him to have her this way, he will not question. Perhaps they both died in her father’s dungeon, and this is what death is. He would be grateful for it. He needs nothing beyond her. Ever.
“Faster, my love. Claim me.”
Her mewls of pleasure spur him on. Pulling himself from her wetness, he deftly flips her onto her front.
She moans as he smacks the pale globe of her ass and watches the color bloom on her fair skin.
Taking hold of her hips, he reenters her quickly.
A pounding rhythm is set as her fingers dig into the ground below them.
Scarlett begins to tighten on him. The delicate muscles of her pussy clench down on his thrusting cock. It hardens inside her, and he needs more. Pulling her back, he fits her snuggly to her lap and powers into her from below. Her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts.
His hand cups her throat, feeling every whimper against his palm.
“I’m close,” she says, teeth sinking into her lip. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
He pounds into her with a punishing rhythm.
“We can,” he vows. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
Scarlett gasps as his hand finds her clit. He works it as she rises and falls in his lap. Her tight pussy grips him like a fist. Inside of her is blissful torture—the edge between heaven and hell.
“You can save me, Krane,” she moans. “Relinquish the rage—the revenge. Give in to your love for me. I will be yours again just as you are mine.”
She sinks down on him with finality. Her words ring in his head as she comes with a cry of his name. Bliss erupts within him, and he thrusts deep inside her, emptying himself with a vow.
“I give it all back. My need for revenge has been satisfied. Nothing matters if I don’t have you, my moon. Take whatever you need from me to repair yourself. Every part of me has always been yours from the moment we met.”
She looks at him, tears shining in her eyes. Fog rolls in, blanketing everything, and then she is gone as if she had never been there at all.