I knew going into the woods alone was a bad idea. No one would come with me, but I had to pee and they were all too busy sucking face, or passed out. Now I staggered through the dark; stumbling blind, lost, and terrified. Where my feet found purchase I fled. The dark refused to reveal what crashed through the trees behind me.
Moonlight sliced through the night ahead, showing me an opening among the trees. I sprinted the next few yards entering the glen. By the time I reached the center of the meadow I gasped for breath. Turning around to scan the woods behind me, I frantically tried to catch a glimpse of my pursuer. Utter silence shocked my eardrums. Everything had gone quiet.
Laughing, I wondered if I’d just been hearing myself the whole time. I was so stupid, getting so worked up over my own noise.
Then, he entered the grove. My breath stuck in my chest. I couldn’t process why my body suddenly wanted to crawl away from me. Panic. Why was I panicking? Nothing seemed to register. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but sure enough, it was Billy. He appeared exactly as I saw him earlier; there was ample light to see the smooth lines of his features under his choppy hair, and his clothes, so why couldn’t my mind process why my body was on alert? A moment passed before it hit me: when I left the camp he was passed out, drunk.
My brain began to soak in what my body already knew; the curve of his lips as he smiled wasn’t right. His eyes were narrowed in a sinister look. Billy never looked like this. I froze in place. My legs locked beneath me, and my voice choked in my throat. Who is this if it’s not Billy?What’s going on?
He paused a few feet from me. The edge of his presence glided along my skin me like an electric bubble. He took one step forward, immersing me in a warm pocket of tangible liquid energy. I gasped at the sensation; every nerve in my body danced as if on fire. He grabbed my upper arms and by his touch alone muscles deep within my body tightened as though I was in the middle of a climax; my knees gave out. Helpless in his grip, I watched his face while the color drain from his skin – from a golden tan to moon-washed white, and his hair from blond to black, lengthening as the color changed. His clothes melted away and his features thinned though his eyes and lips stayed the same. A scream bubbled up from the depths of my bones only to smother in my throat.
When he pulled me to him, I wanted to fight back. I commanded my limbs to obey me, but they wouldn’t respond; and when his hot breath and lips grazed my neck my body submitted to him completely. It was as though he had control of everything except mind. I was swallowed in defeat.
His hand moved from my arm to my breast and I could do nothing but whimper. His fingers plucked and teased my nipple.
“What are you?” I demanded.
Inches from my face he whispered, “I’m the demon of these woods.”
“Demon” resonated in my mind. Somewhere in my mind logic screamed that this couldn’t be possible.
Before I could panic or struggle away he pulled me closer still and spoke against my lips. “I’ve watched you since you were a child, Alice, from the time you first stepped into these woods with your family. The years have sculpted perfection in your form and I can no longer resist you.”
He kissed me tenderly, sending a flurry of shivers up my spine. My resolve to escape shattered. I didn’t resist, I didn’t want to resist. I opened to him and he drank from my mouth as though he could never satisfy his thirst. As he worked his lips down my chin to my neck, he undressed me with his free hand. I bent to his will, caught in the ecstasy of his touch.
I thought, I should feel shame standing naked before him. It was a distant thought, fading fast beneath the crushing call for satisfaction.
His pale, flawless skin stretched smoothly over his muscles; my mouth watered for the taste and texture of his thick cock. I knelt and looked up to watch him while I teased my tongue along his tip. He studied me with dark eyes, entwining his fingers in my hair. When I took him into my mouth he hissed through gritted teeth and threw his head back. I positioned myself to take him as deeply as possible and found the texture of his thick shaft exquisite. His clean, salty taste teased along the back of my tongue.
He guided my rhythm with one hand and gripped a tree branch with the other. “Touch yourself.”
My fingers responded to his command, and I whined while eagerly massaging my clit; I was so wet.
His fingers tightened in my hair and he pulled me to my feet, snatched my wrist, and took my fingers into his mouth to taste my juices.
He maneuvered us to the ground and positioned himself between my legs, entering by inches while my hips moved to greet him. I was eager to give him what he desired. He found his rhythm thrusting in deep, long strokes. An overwhelming pressure built, threatening to cascade at any moment. When I thought I could no longer bear it the riptide climax crashed through me until I was left screaming into his chest.
The sound of his balls smacking my ass echoed into the night when my cries ebbed between each orgasm. He groaned as his thrusts became more urgent, collapsing on me once his release was finished. We lay in each other’s embrace until our bodies quieted.