Chapter Thirty-One
Harshal
About an hour later the park is full of people and the music is louder than it was before.
I’m in awe as I see all the different costumes.
Some of them licensed costumes such as superheroes everyone knows and loves, princesses, fairies, villains and things of that sort while others are scarier and more homemade.
They’re a good quality type of homemade too!
I’m sitting at a table alone, watching people enjoy themselves when Frani plops down beside me.
“Ugh!” she says.
“What?” I smile.
“The amount of people I’ve seen my cousin make out with is sickening.” She responds.
I look around and find Fritzi sitting on a stack of hay with a guy straddling his lap. Fritzi’s hands are on the guy’s hips as he guides the guy to dry hump his lap. Their lips locked as a girl sits beside them and kisses Fritzi’s neck.
“Woah.” I whisper.
“Tell me about!” Frani says. “With all the people he’s been making out with I’m surprised he hasn’t cum in his pants yet.”
“Well, you have to give it to him.” I begin. “And I know this is gross because you are related to one another, but he does look hot in his costume.”
“You better not let Wrai—”
“I know, I know but Wraith is hotter, in my opinion.” I state. “I just wish he was here already.”
“Yeah, I have no idea where the hell he’s at.” Frani says, checking her phone. “I texted him like an hour ago, but he hasn’t responded.”
“Did he say he was doing something else after he put his costume on?” I ask.
“No.” Frani shakes her head.
“Huh.”
My eyes drift toward Fritzi again and now he’s kissing the girl with his hands down her pants.
“Ugh, it’s like watching live porn.” Frani groans with an eye roll.
I laugh. “It’s not that bad.”
“You’re the one who thinks he looks hot!” She squeals.
“I meant it in a way that’s saying he doesn’t look bad and is very attractive to many people.” I state. “You make me sound like I want to fuck him.”
“Still, he could at least do all that in private.” She says.
“Maybe he’s into exhibitionism.” I reason.
“Oh, trust me I’d know if he was.” Frani says. “He’d be fucking people literally everywhere and everyone in the gang would want to beat his ass.”
I smile. “Well, it is Halloween, maybe he’s embracing his inner freak.”
I burst out in laughter as Frani smiles shaking her head.
“Nice pun.” She praises sarcastically.
“Thank you, I try.”
Frani looks around and sighs. The song switches and she freezes, I see her ears perk up.
“Aw, shit that’s one of my jams!” she says, standing up. “I was going to go get a drink but that can wait until after my little dance session!”
She then dashes towards the makeshift dance floor. I laugh as I watch her. She loosens her body and starts shaking her hips. She does a body wave and it just works for her. Her body is so loose it’s like she’s made herself become a boiled noodle.
She’s a badass, sexy vampire and so the lacey, mesh train on the back of her corset flows with her movements perfectly.
The chains on her see through bodysuit jingle with her movements making her whole costume seem like it’s animated.
Her neon-colored hair just adds to it as well.
I smile as I watch her let loose on the dance floor.
A girl comes up to her and Frani grabs the girls hip and they grind as they dance to the music.
Their foreheads press together as they enjoy each other’s company. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, on alert. A literal second later a gloved hand comes to cover my mouth and a knife is placed to my neck. The persons mouth reaches my ear.
“Don’t shout for help.” He growls, his voice deep. “I’m going to tell you to do something and I want you to follow my directions, if you don’t I’ll catch you and punish you.”
Panic finds its way into my bloodstream, and it feels cold. My heart rate picks up as I try to decipher a way to break free.
“Do you understand me?” he asks. “And if you think you can outrun me, think again.”
“Who are you?” I ask.
He ignores me and points to the woods behind the park.
“You see those trees?” he asks.
I nod.
“When I tell you to I want you to enter them and find a dimly lit spot. Once you’re there wait and don’t do anything, understand?” He asks.
“Yes.” I respond, my voice muffled.
“Good boy.” He says.
He moves away from me and my breath becomes rugged. I take a few deep breaths trying to regulate it, but I feel like it’s only making it worse.
“Run.” He growls.
For some reason I feel obligated to obey him, so I do what he says and run.
I run into the woods, leaving the party behind me.
It gets darker and darker the deeper I go.
I’m thankful for the little light I do get from the moonlight though.
Branches snap as I run through the trees with no sense of direction.
I look behind me and don’t see anyone therefore I slow down and lean against a tree to catch my breath.
“Run boy run!”
His voice echoes through the woods. He sounds far away from me yet so close to me.
Gulping down the fear trying to creep up my throat I start to run again.
I run and run until I see the dimly lit place he was talking about.
There are fairy lights hanging on four tree trunks and in the center of the four tree trunks is a tarp hanging from. .. chains.
Turning around I come face to face with a sinister mask.
The mouth a series of stiches the eyes in the shape of daggers.
The mouth and eyes lit up, shining a bright white light in my face.
On natural reflex my fist swings at him but he catches my hand.
He uses his free hand to take off his mask and I squint as my eyes try to adjust and focus on his face.
I tilt my head, looking past the allegedly scary clown makeup. That’s when it dawns on me.
“Sup baby?” Wraith smirks.
“Wraith, you asshole!” I slap his chest.
He chuckles.
“Happy Halloween, Grey Eyes.”
“You fucking scared me.” I sigh.
“That’s the fucking point, it’s Halloween.” He grins.
I step back from him and take in his costume.
My dick jumps at the sight of him. Fuck he looks hot as a serial killer clown.
The plaid pants he wears accentuate his muscular legs and ass deliciously.
He wears a clown-like crop top that compliments his bare abs, muscular pecs, and arms. I pull on the suspenders he’s wearing and use them pull him closer to me until his body is flush against me.
He looks down at me and I pull his head down to kiss him.
Our lips tangle with one another as our tongues dance, trying to dominate, he wins of course.
“You look like a sexy killer clown.” I mumble against his lips.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod.
“I want you to murder me...” I say, trailing my hands down his body until I get to his manhood. “With this dick of yours.”
His upper lip curls as he growls.
“Goody.” He says in character of his costume, but he makes it sound so fucking hot. “Because that’s part of my clown act.”
He gestures to the tarp hanging by the chains. Looking at it now gives me excitement. My dick slowly thickens in my pants as I take in the thing.
“Is that supposed to be your sex swing?” I ask.
“Why don’t you get in it and see.” Wraith says.
“Are you threatening me with a sexy time?” I challenge.
“A sexy, murderous time.” He responds. “Now strip until you’re just in those wings, fishnets, and jockstrap. I want to fuck my fallen angel.”
I quickly get out of my clothes, nearly face planting into the earth as I take off my pants.
I probably should have taken my shoes off first, but I was too impatient to strip for him.
He hums in approval once I’m how he requested me.
He walks toward me and spins me around. He bends me over slightly and massages my ass cheeks before slapping each one with an open palm.
I jerk in his grasp but revel in the stinging sensation it gives me.
I bite my lower lip. He stands me straight up and turns me to face him. He brings his fingers to my lips.
“Suck.” He demands.
Looking him in the eyes I open my mouth and he slides his fingers inside.
He rubs them on my tongue, my saliva nearly drenching his digits in an instant with how much my mouth waters.
The squelching sound of him fucking my mouth with his fingers echoes around us.
He then slides his fingers deep into my throat.
Tears invade my eyes and I choke as drool runs down my chin.
He hums before pulling his fingers out of my mouth.
Leaning down he licks my drool from my chin and kisses me.
“Bend over, touch your toes.” He instructs.
Blinking away the drying tears in my eyes I turn and do as he says, wrapping my hands around my ankles.
Smack!
“I said your toes!” he growls.
I remove my hands from my ankles and place my palms over my toes.
“That’s my good boy.” He praises.
I gasp when I feel his wet fingers enter my hole, my hole eagerly opening up for him, begging him to give me more.
His fingers send the nerve endings inside me off into an indescribable form of pleasure.
He then finds my prostate and he knows it because he curls his fingers inside me pressing against it.
“Ohmigod!” I moan, drawling.
My knees buckle a little but I quickly regain my balance and fight the desire to collapse.
“How does that feel?” he asks, using his free hand to knead my ass.
“Like a dream.” I moan.
He slowly fingerfucks me and goosebumps decorate my skin, nipples becoming hard as a rock.
“Good, cause you look like a dream.” He says. “My fucking dream. The dream I didn’t know I needed to live the rest of my life.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. I then see a flash. Did he just take a picture of me? I jump when the crack of thunder booms all around us, the smell of wet dirt assaulting my nostrils. Next, I feel droplets of water pebble on my skin.
“Stand up.” Wraith says.