7. Chapter 7
Stalks of corn whip against my cheeks, the cold dirt and debris from the field biting the soles of my feet. I’m not much of a runner, but adrenaline courses through my veins and spurs me forward.
The clouds have cleared from the sky, and the almost full moon lights my path. I bob and weave among plants, pulling in the night air through my lungs. There are no other sounds to alert me that Silas is chasing after me, yet, I know he’s close by.
I run faster, still not believing this is real. It feels real. More real than anything I’ve ever felt before, but it can’t be.
Ten people can’t be dead back at the bonfire. There’s no way I’m being chased by a god through a field. Or that I told him he could prove how real he was to me.
My pussy aches, throbbing in delight at the idea of Silas finally giving me the relief I’ve chased all day. My underwear cling with wetness to my outer lips, and I tell myself that if this is a dream, now is the time to wake up.
I burst into a small clearing in the middle of the field and shut my eyes, sucking in a deep breath of air and then another. When I open them, I’m not met with my bedroom or the morning sun streaming in through my windows, but Silas’s hollow eyes and mouth tilted up in his haunting smile.
I should scream, but I turn to run instead. He grabs me around the waist, pulling my back flush against his front. I struggle, my exposed skin scratching across the harsh burlap of his clothes, and the straw sticking out from beneath.
His wicked chuckle tickles my ear before he speaks. “You can fight if you want, eager one, but I know how much you want me. How you’ve been aching for me.”
His other hand cups my pussy, and I bite my cheek not to moan.
“Were you watching me?” I gasp, as he holds my sex tighter.
“I’m always watching.”
I struggle against him once more, not because I want to get away, but I like the feel of him manhandling me, holding me against the unique landscape of his body and not letting me go. I want to enjoy it while I can, because if this isn’t real…
“It’s real,” he says, like he’s read my mind. “I’m going to show you now.”
I wriggle in his hold like a cat trying to escape, and he turns me to face him. Since he’s not human, there’s no signs of exertion, still, I wonder how he got here so fast.
Silas walks me backward until my back hits something that feels like wood.
I look up and notice we’re at the cross he’s usually tied upon, rope that held him hanging from the horizontal piece.
I look back at him, and he holds me firmly.
I wriggle in a last-ditch effort, and he presses his groin to mine.
The bulge I felt before rubs against my sex, and my body lights up like the flame inside a jack-o-lantern.
“Do you need to be tied down?” he taunts.
Lightning bolts travel through me, and my clit pulses at the idea. I should say no, but fuck it. I’ve gotten this far, haven’t I?
“Yes, Silas.”
He makes a feral noise that’s hard to explain, and the next second he’s using the rope that held his body to the cross to secure me to the bottom of it.
Like a rigger who’s been doing this for years, he wraps it around my chest before securing my arms behind me, the wood digging into my back.
I’m completely at his mercy now, and call me crazy, but I’m not scared. I feel oddly… safe.
Silas steps back to admire his work. He may not have eyes, but he’s expressive in his own way. The tilt of his hat, the contours of his burlap face, and the slit of his mouth doing all the work for him. He scans me up and down before he licks his lips.
My breasts strain against the newly tied rope confining me, and I struggle against the bindings.
Silas doesn’t say anything, instead he approaches me, his focus on my heaving chest. His gloved hand trails over the ropes until he’s at the peak of a nipple, the tight bud protruding through the white fabric of my dress. He looks at me, a silent question in his unseeing stare.
“Touch me,” I say. “You said you’d prove to me how real you are. So do it, Silas. Give me what you promised.”
He bends so we’re face to face. “Say please.”
“Please.”
The ripping noise of fabric is followed by the brisk night air brushing over my now bare breasts. He flicks the bar through my nipple before bringing his rough lips down on it and drawing it into his mouth.
I throw my head back against the pole, doing my best to arch my chest into him, wanting more.
He sucks harder on the sensitive bud, and the dual sensation of his wet, rough tongue and the uneven fabric of his mouth is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
I fist my hands behind my back, regretting my choice to be tied up.
I want to hold onto his arms, to know if there’s a hard body under his clothes.
What will it look like, feel like, and what will his cock be like?
It can’t look exactly like a human man’s, can it?
Silas bites down on my nipple and I cry out.
He switches to the other, drawing the ring into his mouth, using the other hand to feed more of my small breast past his lips.
Blood draws up to my nipple from the suction, making the area extra sensitive.
He doesn’t let up until I’m begging for him to stop.
He pops off my budded flesh, the fall air doing nothing to ease the sensations on the taunt skin.
“You’re as beautiful as I dreamed you’d be,” he kisses up my chest until we’re face level. “And you’re all mine.”
Another ripping noise, and the rest of my dress hangs off me, leaving me in just my underwear. They’re a simple white bikini pair, and they’re soaked with my arousal, some of it dripping down my thighs. He sucks on my neck as his words register.
“You dreamed of me?” I ask.
Silas grips my cheeks between his fingers so my mouth is forced to open. “Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he requests, those eyeless sockets studying it. He presses one of his fingers down upon it, the taste of earth sparking across my tastebuds.
“Such a pretty hole. All of you is pretty, my eager one.” He slides his finger further back until my eyes water. “Even your tears.”
He pulls the digit out, and before I can comprehend what he’s doing, he’s dropped to his knees in front of me. Silas presses his face to my pussy, inhales, and does exactly what he’s done to the rest of my clothes. The wet fabric is torn away from my body, and then is tongue is there.
I pull against my bindings, feeling the rope cut into my flesh. The pain sparks further pleasure, and I cry out his name.
Silas’s textured tongue laps at my straining clit, flicking over the bud in perfectly precise movements. His hands grip my thighs, stronger than they should be for a man like him. It makes me wonder, yet again, what he looks like beneath his clothing.
He sucks my clit hard until I see stars. Reflexively I try to clench my thighs together. He pulls back, and I keen at the loss of his mouth and his cloth mouth brushing over my sensitive skin. He takes my clit between his fingers and pinches.
“You will take everything I give you,” he reminds me, in a low warning.
“Yes, Silas.”
In another move I didn’t see coming, he lifts me up, resting me on his shoulders so my legs drape over his back. His hands find the globes of my ass and he digs into the flesh, putting his mouth on me once more.
He devours me like a man who has never eaten a day in his life, which is probably the case.
Silas licks around my clit, sucking each labia before sealing his lips over me again. I buck up into his face for more and he doesn’t seem to mind. Silas grips my ass harder, so he can bury his face completely in my pussy.
“Yes!” I scream. “I’m going to come. Please!”
Silas doesn’t listen. He denies me my pleasure and my body protests in pain, every nerve ending screaming out to fall into completion, like I’ve been trying to do all day.
Silas drops my legs to the ground, and a new feeling takes the place of his mouth. It’s cool and sharp. I look down to find him looking up at me, and I have no doubt he’s observing every reaction on my face.
“Silas,” I whimper. “What—”
I’m cut off by a bite of pain on my inner thigh. He hasn’t cut the skin, but there’s a red mark where he’s scratched me with what looks like a long tine of a pitchfork.
“You like that, eager one?”
I nod my head. “More.”
I don’t know what I’m asking for, but Silas knows what I need. He takes the sharp metal and presses it to my skin right under the line from before. This time it pierces my skin, and my eyes roll back into my head. My clit throbs and my inner walls clench around nothing.
“Beautiful,” I hear Silas mutter before his lips attach to my thigh. He drags his tongue along the fresh shallow cut he’s made, and when he pulls away, he releases a guttural moan that lights my body on fire.
“Please,” I whine. “Again, Silas. Please.”
He’s all too eager to give me what I want, making a second, then a third cut, lapping up my blood like it’s ambrosia for the gods. And maybe it is…
By the time he’s kissing his way up my body, I’m dizzy with desire, my head swimming and pulse pounding.
The bindings holding me to the pole are sliced away with the sharp tine, and the rush of blood back to my arms only adds to everything that I’m feeling. Silas removes the rest of my dress so that I’m completely naked, my thighs wet with my need for him.
“You’re ready,” he says simply.
I open my mouth to speak but my words are cut off by his lips. The cloth is soaked with my blood and arousal, and this is a kiss unlike anything I’ve had or probably will again.
Like everything has been with him, it’s rough yet soft. Demanding, and consuming. His tongue tangles with mine, and I get his smokiness, alongside my heady taste and the copper of my blood.