The Haunted Victorian #9
I stand abruptly and grab Dina by the back of her neck, same as I did Eric. "You are not innocent in this, my darling."
"What did you do?" She asks, following as I push her onto the bed, but unable to take her eyes off her boyfriend. It's getting annoying, actually.
"Eyes up here," I snap. Hers meet mine, a dark shade of brown, so dark her pupils look blown. I liked that look the other night. Like she was so twisted up in me, she looked high on it, on us.
Her lips part, and again, I realize, no other woman could have done it for me. Because any other human in this situation would be freaking out.
She's in her bedroom with two monsters. One is a shimmering ghost, tied up in a chair. The other is clearly unhinged.
But she sucks in that fat bottom lip and drags her teeth across it, and I'm fucking done.
"Strip."
"What?"
"I. Said. Strip. Do you need me to help you?"
She's frozen, doesn't move an inch. So I lean closer, grab her from the middle of the bed where I'd tossed her, and tear her top clean off her body. She's not wearing anything underneath, and her tits bounce from the effort.
"What are you—" Her protest gets lost when I tear her pajama shorts down the center before pulling them off completely.
"You two need to be taught a lesson."
She should look scared. She should be scared.
She's still biting her bottom lip. I can't help it, I throw my head back and laugh.
"You're insane," she hisses.
"Sure. And he's a murderer. And you're his accomplice."
"I'm not—"
"Did you or did you not help dispose of the evidence? Thrice, I might add."
"Thrice?" she mocks, popping one shoulder up.
"Did you or did you not—"
"Okay, yes, fine! But I didn't encourage him!
And what am I supposed to do? Go to the cops?
Oh, excuse me, officer, there's a ghost in the house, and he murders people.
Sure, you can bring those scent-sniffing dogs in here to investigate.
Oh, don't mind the dozens of dead bodies buried beneath the rose bushes.
Those were just my dead great aunt's victims. Yeah, she was a serial killer!
Fuck!" she screams, bellowing out all her pent-up rage, and it's perfectly timed with a crack of thunder.
"Please don't hurt her," Eric pleads from the chair.
But Dina's cheeks are flushed. She's sitting up on her knees, mostly naked, raging, yelling at me about the unfairness of the world. It's really quite something. I've stopped listening to her rant, and interrupt. "Stick your finger in your pussy and show me how wet you are."
"What?" she snaps. She even snarls with those little teeth. Her hair is a mess, tied in one of those buns where you can't tell if the hair is curly or not. Tendrils fall into her eyes. She brushes one strand away and tucks it behind her ear, suddenly shy.
"You heard me."
A rainbow of emotions crosses her face. It's delightful to watch.
She's offended, and a little annoyed. Turned on.
And defiant. She pushes her shoulders back, which makes her tits point toward me.
They bounce a little, and my cock strains in my dead man's pants, need curling through my lower back as I stare at her body.
Her tits are round and a little heavy, the tips pointed up, hard nipples a lovely, dusky pink. My mouth waters the longer I stare.
She notices my reaction and gives me an arrogant half-smirk. She thinks she's got the upper hand. Reaching down, her hand disappears inside her underwear, and she sticks her fingers in her pussy. She moves it around, like she's going to just masturbate in front of us, like I'm going to let her.
I climb toward her, snatch her wrist, and drag her off the bed. She screams as I tug her along, but shuts her mouth when I push her in front of Eric, take her wet fingers and shove them into his mouth.
He moans around them, sucking greedily before I pull them away. At her naked back, I kick her legs open with my feet between hers, slide my hand into her underwear, and stick my fingers in her pussy.
She cries out, knees going weak. I hold her up with my hand cupped between her legs, then tear my fingers away and shove them in Eric's mouth.
It's cold, like sticking my fingers in a pile of snow.
He's corporeal enough at the moment, though, and doesn't hesitate to wrap his lips around my fingers and suck.
It's an odd feeling, having another man lick your soulmate's pussy juice off your fingers.
"She's all wet," I say.
Grabbing Dina by the waist, I toss her onto the bed behind me, then lean back over Eric, who's half melting with need for her and half enraged, wanting to kill me.
Again.
I lean in close and whisper into his ear. "All for me."
He roars, twisting in his restraints, but I leave him there and turn to Dina. She's got a lost look on her face. Her knees are spread, and she's leaning back on her arms. She watches Eric with concern, which annoys me.
"Do I need to remind you this man snapped my neck and buried my body less than a week ago?"
Her concern shifts from him to me. She doesn't know where to direct her energy. I have to decide for her.
Holy fuck, she's perfect. Curves in all the right places. Her tits are round and pillowy soft. Hard nipples, skin a flushed pink. My mouth waters. I want to squeeze her tits. Pinch and suckle the tips. They're so pretty. I want to kiss and lick the space between them.
Her thighs part, revealing a wet spot on her cotton panties.
The need to wrench out my cock becomes nearly unbearable.
"Take them off," I groan, my voice rough and shaky.
She bites her bottom lip again. Tucks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, then shimmies them down her hips, slowly. Eric whines beside us, but I don't spare him a glance. I rip them off when they get down to her ankles, and breathe in the wet spot. Musky and sweet.
Then I turn to Eric, walk over to the chair and stuff her panties in his mouth.
Dina's mouth drops open, but I'm done dealing with their dynamic tonight.
Besides, I can't tear my eyes away from her pussy.
Bare lips hiding what I'm sure, given the rest of her, is the prettiest, pinkest pussy to ever walk this earth.
It makes me fucking feral. My dick strains so hard in my pants. I can feel the tip leaking.
Trying to gain the upper hand again, Dina trails her fingertips across her chest, pinching her nipple before diving lower. I reach forward and snatch her wrist before she can touch herself.
Bending her arm, I wrench it behind her, arching her back so her tits push forward.
Leaning down, I take a mouthful, tasting her skin, something distinctly Dina.
A strange mix of magic and cold death, roses—always fucking roses with these two—and a faint, salty sheen of sweat.
She moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to pinch the tip.
"Oh, fuck, Nix!" Hearing my name on her lips has me smiling. But I'm not happy. I'm unhinged.
Like she's unleashed a demon, I release her arm, then shove her onto the mattress.
She lands with one bounce, then bends her knees seductively.
I take off my pants, and my cock slaps up against my abdomen when I release it.
I'm so hard I could break fucking glass with it, and I wonder, as Dina takes me in, eyes wide with nerves, if she's actually a little scared right now.
After what she and Eric put me through… I'm not feeling very generous, and don't bother reassuring her.
But then she bites her lower lip and I'm done. In a flash, I push her knees open, spreading those pretty pink lips. I was right again. The pinkest, sweetest pussy, glistening and ready for me, right there for the taking.
"Are you wet for me, Dina? Did you get wet for your phoenix? I know it's not for the wraith. He's tied up in the corner. Unless that's what you like?"
We both glance over at Eric, who's stopped struggling. His eyes peer out from the inky darkness of his shadowed form, intent on watching like a good little boy. The pink cotton panties stand out in stark contrast in his mouth.
I slap her pussy with my hard cock, shaking it between us, to get her attention again. And when I let one of my fingers transform into a long feather, I have it all.
I tickle her clit torturously slowly, so gently, she quakes in my feather's wake, then I push my other finger, then two inside her. "You're dripping. Fucking soaked."
"You're just—you're so hot. I mean, you're so warm. Why are you so warm? It feels… God, it's incredible," she rasps.
"I am Phoenix."
There's no way she understands the weight of that, but her expression tightens, and she nods.
"You like my fire, little demon?" I muse, snapping my fingers, calling forth a flame. I bring the heat close to her nipple. She squirms to get away, then yells at me to stop.
I ignore her fear and bring it so close, her knees buck up and kick at me.
Just before the open flame brushes her sensitive nipple, I blow it out.
She lets out a full-body sigh of relief until I press my burning hot fingers onto her nipple.
She cries out, and I plunge my fingers back into her pussy, curl them up, and pump.
I light another flame by snapping my fingers and tease her other nipple with the heat.
She doesn't fight it this time, her eyes alive with raw lust, but she still squirms, afraid when I get too close.
She turns her head and tries to bury her face in the pillow, but I grip her chin and force her to look at me.
"Keep your eyes open, Dina. You're not allowed to look away. You're going to watch your monster fuck this filthy, needy cunt. Understand me?"
"Yes," she rasps, eyes bearing into mine.
"And your wraith is going to watch. He's going to hate every second, but we're going to teach him a lesson about sharing, aren't we?" I grip her chin harder when she doesn't answer. "Arent we?"
"Yes!" she cries.