The Haunted Victorian #10
"That's more like it." And then I kneel between her legs, line up at her entrance, notch my cock and push in.
Oh, holy hell, she's tight. So fucking warm.
I sink into the familiar feel of her. It's as good as I remember.
Better even, with no secrets between us.
I pull out and push back in, her walls clamping hard around my cock, like she's unsure if she wants to let me in or not.
It doesn't matter. If I have to convince her, I will.
She's mine. And so is her beautiful, perfect, pink cunt.
"Jesus, you're so fucking tight. How are you this tight? I just wrecked you a few nights ago. Don't tell me Popsicle over there is doing his duty. We both know that isn't true." I pull out, enjoying the drag, the tight vice grip of her cunt before pushing back in.
"Don't say that about him," she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"Popsicle?" I let out a dark laugh and turn to look at the wraith while I'm balls deep in his girlfriend.
"He's wonderful. He's perfect. He loves me," she argues weakly.
"Loves you so much that no one else can have you?"
"Stop—" she loses her sentence as I buck into her, angling my hips up as I increase my pace.
Her voice comes out in a gargled gasp as she pants her defense.
"Stop antagonizing him. He's—he's—oh god!
" she cries. "I—unh, oh, oh yes, just like that!
" She rolls her hips, lifting her knees to her chest, and wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles at my back.
She forgets all about the wraith in the corner, losing herself to the pleasure, like she did in the gazebo with me. She's been locked up for too long. My sad little canary, a bird in a haunted cage with nothing but an ice pop for a boyfriend.
It occurs to me she's getting too much pleasure out of this, so I slow down. It's supposed to be a punishment, after all. "He's what, Dina?"
"Hmm?"
I slow my hips. She growls in frustration, but I ignore all that. "Tell me more about your Popsicle."
"Stop calling him that! He's… I know what he did was wrong. But he doesn't want me to leave him."
At this pathetic excuse, I stop completely. She whimpers and tries to roll her hips, but without my assistance, it's useless.
"Just admit it," I snarl.
Her brow furrows.
"Admit it. Admit it!"
"Admit what!?"
"That you can't leave him either. You could have left this house anytime. Hell, you could have called a fucking exorcist. Admit you need this hellscape of a relationship, that he's the only thing that's ever made you feel special. You need him just as much as he needs you."
"No, that's not—"
"Admit it!" I roar, pulling back, then bucking into her, hard.
"Okay! Fine! Yes, I admit it. I didn't want him to kill anyone, I swear it. But I could have stopped him by leaving. I don't want to leave him. I love him."
Tears leak from her eyes now, and she stares longingly at the wraith in the corner. I pull my hips back, then shove in, letting my cock stuff her full.
My thrusts build faster again, and she never takes her eyes off her lover. I'm slamming into her, her dripping wet pussy making vulgar sounds, skin slapping, pressure building. Her pussy suckles me in, and every thrust feels like a drug in my veins. Her knees lift again, and her head rolls back.
I'm not done punishing Eric, but I'm going to let my little demon killer take a break from emotional turmoil.
Pushing her knees into her chest, I roll her onto her stomach, pulling out only briefly so I can adjust her body, before shoving back in.
Holding her ass high in the air, one arm wrapped around her torso, the other around her neck, I shove her face into the bedsheets.
Pulling out, I slam in, faster now, to the hilt, hitting her just right, and she screams. She's getting close, and her legs try to squeeze together, to chase the orgasm, but I won't let them, nudging my knees between hers so her legs are spread wide, ass cheeks jiggling.
I grunt when her hips shake in frantic need, pulling my orgasm close to the surface.
I can't help it, I fall forward, into Dina, my body pressing hers into the mattress.
There's barely a wisp of space between us.
My thrusts become erratic, falling out of rhythm.
And Dina grunts incoherently, the sounds muffled by the bed sheets.
She squeezes me tighter and lets out a bellowing scream. Her ass tenses against me, and I pump hard while her tight cunt wrenches the cum straight out of me. I empty myself inside her, the orgasm firing down my spine, making my balls pull up tight.
My hips pull back then I slam into her one last time, releasing a final spurt as I sink back in deep.
She's shaking. I think she's crying.
Worried, though it's the last thing I want to do, I pull out, and turn her over. The second her face—red and wrinkled from the sheets—comes into view, I can see she isn't sad. Not at all.
She throws her legs around me, catching me by surprise, holding me tight. She sobs into my shoulder, so I hug her close, and rub her back. Her pussy leaks onto my abdomen, our combined cum smearing between us. It's perfect.
Eventually, she calms down enough to look up at me. And with guilt in her eyes, she glances over at Eric.
It's not guilt she should be feeling. At least, the burden isn't all on her.
I wanted to punish the wraith. And I did.
I guess now I should make it right.
Dina is the one I want. But she comes with ghostly baggage.
I can live with that.
Eric
I'd ask myself what I did to deserve this if the thought didn't seem so idiotic.
I know exactly what I did.
And the one thing I was trying to prevent, the one person I couldn't bear to lose—in my desperate attempt to hold on to her, I may have lost her completely.
I've watched Dina fall apart before. In my arms, many times. Alone in bed. From pleasure. From sadness. From loneliness, because I can't ever be enough for her.
I'll never be what Dina needs. And watching her now, fall apart for Nix… I've never felt such gut-wrenching fear.
I'm going to lose her.
My lover. My light. My everything.
I'd deserve it, too.
For what I did to Nix, and the others. For what I thought of doing to Dina. If I killed her, she could be here with me forever. The only thing that stopped me was the fear that if I killed her, she might simply move on.
Most do, in fact.
Shame.
It's so heavy, it clouds my vision. I'm so damn ashamed of myself.
How could I even contemplate extinguishing such a radiant, wonderful soul? A beautiful human, full of heat and life?
They lie there on the bed, and I know it; I know what's coming. I can see it in Dina's eyes. She's crying.
This is the end.
She's going to leave me for him.
I can't take it. If my lungs functioned, I'd hyperventilate. I can feel whatever tethers me to this horror house—now, a beautiful home I wouldn't give up for anything, if it meant staying with Dina—I'm slipping away from it. From her.
If I could cry, tears would stream down my cheeks.
My Dina, she can't look away.
How will she cast me out? Will Nix do it?
I can feel his power. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. His control over death is nothing short of masterful. He could snuff me out, just as easily as I did to him, as I thought of doing to Dina. Only I wouldn't come back, like he did.
What will happen to me?
I feel sick. But I can't look away from those soulful dark eyes. At least she'll have a chance to be happy. That's all I really want. For Dina not to feel trapped. By me, by our relationship.
I love her with every particle of my being. And the knowledge that I'll never be enough for her is gutting. But at least she could be happy, even if it's without me.
Nix kisses her hard, then crawls out of bed.
His cock is semi-hard, and it bounces between his legs as he walks over to me, pulls Dina's panties out of my mouth, and props his hands on his hips.
"Now, what are we going to do with you?"
I look away in shame. "Just make it quick," I mutter.
It's so strange to have a voice. To hear it with my own ears; it's been decades. It sounds all wrong. Unused. Different. I am different. Still, it's a thrill. And I have Nix to thank for that.
I hate that. But I like that he's strong enough to do such things. To bring me back from a shadowy existence, even temporarily. A last hurrah.
He's strong enough to protect Dina. That's what matters.
"Make what quick, exactly?" he muses.
The urge to cry stings my eyes while I resist. In the world I grew up in, men didn't cry. I'm glad that world is gone. It bred people like Greta. Like me, who would do such awful things to the people we love, just so we could hold on to them, no matter the cost.
Dina deserves better. I brace myself and look up. "I'm ready."
Nix smirks. It makes me want to rage. I can't help it, I struggle in my restraints. It was hard enough to watch him fuck my girlfriend. Watching her come is the highlight of my existence, but I was jealous. I wanted to be there with her, with them, the way Dina and I used to be.
Before I got so afraid that she'd leave me.
Nix chuckles, then leans down and, to my surprise, undoes the ties around my legs and ankles.
"What is this?" I ask.
Dina stopped crying. She sits at the edge of the bed watching us. I don't look away from her when I ask Nix, "Please just make it quick. I don't want her to suffer. And I can't… I can't take anymore suffering, either."
Nix moves, blocking my view of Dina, forcing me to meet his gaze.
It's fiery. His eyes literally glow. My opposite, in every way.
He leans down close. Wraps his hands around my head.
And just like before, he feeds me his magic.
It's a stream of electricity, and it hums through me.
Veins and nerves, sensations I haven't felt in so long. They zap and come alive.
Alive.