by Penn Cassidy
Moving onto the other breast, he sucked that one in, too, letting it free with a pop. My eyes flickered open, meeting Norman’s heated gaze across the room. My mouth fell open slightly as I looked down, transfixed by the sight of him stroking his long cock. He moved at a leisurely pace as Freddy started kissing his way down my body. Norman’s eyes didn’t leave mine as he pumped, but I greedily lowered my gaze, watching as little beads of moisture leaked from the swollen tip.
The flat of his tongue dipped over my clit and licked oh so slowly, causing my legs to nearly buckle. Freddy held my thighs apart and dove in, licking over and over, applying pressure that had me squirming. He worshiped me from down on his knees like I was some kind of goddess. I gripped his hair hard, holding his face to my pussy as I started to roll my hips for more. He groaned against me, urging me to move faster.
Norman’s hand was pumping faster now, and his fangs were biting into his bottom lip. I watched his ab muscles ripple, and cum began leaking out over his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, groaning as he came harder, but he never stopped pumping and it only caused me to grow wetter.
I nearly screamed as Freddy nipped at my clit, coming harder than I ever have. Stars exploded in my vision, and Freddy had to catch me before I collapsed. We were both breathing hard as he smashed his lips to mine, devouring me whole. He picked me up, cradling me in his arms, and walked me towards Norman before setting me down on my knees.
Norman was leaning back on the lounge, cock still engorged, despite how hard he just came. His green eyes were hungry for both my blood and my body. I saw him eyeing the thrumming pulse under my skin, and I was about to offer him a taste, but he shook his head and smiled. “That can wait for later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
My whole body flushed, and the next thing I knew, I had Norman’s cock in my mouth. I licked his cum off slowly to savor him and heard his loud, resonating moan in response. His hips bucked off the lounge, but I removed my mouth as Freddy lifted me from the ground. Parting my thighs, I let Freddy set me down on Norman's lap.
Norman guided his thick length into my heat, and I sunk down, letting him stretch me open. “Oh, fuck…” he groaned, eyes rolling backwards.
“Made for us…” His thoughts echoed in my mind and had me smiling down at his upturned face.
A moment later, I felt Freddy move behind me, settling on his knees. I heard his pants unzip, and butterflies bloomed in my stomach. I knew what was coming next, what he was planning, and though I’d never given it much thought, suddenly, the thought of both their cocks inside me at once was exactly what I craved.
“You can say no,” Freddy whispered. Skimming his palms down my bare ass, he spread me open, rubbing the remnants of Norman’s cum over my entrance. I squirmed on Norman’s dick, needing more. I could tell he needed to move or he would go feral.
“Why the fuck would I say no,” I breathed, tossing a sly smirk over my shoulder. Freddy met my eyes as I said, “Show me why they call it doggy style, wolf.”
I didn’t even sound like myself anymore. These words spilling out of my mouth were some other person entirely—a side of October Hallowell that had never been unlocked before. But it felt right. I was just ready to be loved after so long, loved in every way imaginable.
When I felt the tip of his cock against my ass, I sucked in a breath, but the feel of his palm caressing my hip and kneading my skin had me relaxing enough to allow him entrance. He slipped in slowly, groaning the whole way, and I matched that groan with one of my own, once the dull burn faded into a full pleasurable feeling. It took a heartbeat for me to adjust to the feeling of two men inside me at once, but once I settled, my body started to tingle and I suddenly needed to move.
Norman must have seen it in my eyes. He began to thrust up into me, slowly at first but picking up his pace in seconds, once I squeezed him tight inside of me, and Freddy matched it thrust for thrust. We were moving in sync, and Norman’s fingers pinching my nipples as my breasts bounced in front of him had me saying curse words I never knew were in my vocabulary.
Soon, the twins were pounding into me relentlessly, and I couldn’t do much but hold on for dear life. I felt so full I might explode, and Freddy had to clamp a palm over my mouth to stifle my screams. It didn’t do much good, because the sounds of us fucking filled the room, and I had no doubt we could be heard around the whole theater with these great acoustics.
I undulated my hips, making sure they hit every spot deep inside of me, and my vision began to darken. I was about to come hard. I could feel it building inside of me, pulling taut and getting ready to snap. Norman’s cock grew impossibly hard and Freddy’s pulsed with twitches, and I knew they were right there with me.
Another few strokes, and I let my head fall back as I screamed, eyes rolling back in my head. My pussy contracted around Norman’s dick, and my legs shook uncontrollably. Pleasure rolled through me from head to toe, and soon, I felt them both coming.
“Oh fuck,” Freddy cursed,
At the same time, Norman groaned, “Shit…” as he stilled inside me.
Cum leaked out and coated his abdomen as we slowed. Freddy was bent over my back, kissing a soft line down my spine. His hands once again kneaded my flesh, and the softness of his touch nearly had me in tears. We stayed like that for a solid minute, all of us catching our breaths. Adrenaline was coursing through me, and my whole body was buzzing with endorphins.
Freddy eased out of me, then he helped me off of Norman, who groaned as I pulled free. We cleaned up as much as we could, using scraps of clothing, and I felt my cheeks heat the entire time. “Well that was…”
“Fucking amazing,” Freddy finished for me.
I smiled. “I was going to say unexpected, but amazing sounds about right.” Freddy approached, holding out my bralette. It dangled from his finger, now sans claws, and I snatched it with a giggle.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to hear you make those noises, goth girl.” His smile was devilish. Turning my back to him, I gestured for him to help me clasp it back on.
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve outrun the zombies,” Norman said.
“How long have we been in here?” Glancing at my watch, I found the answer for myself. “Holy shit, we’ve been here for over an hour. We’d better get—”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Oh crap,” I hissed. “C’mon, we have to get out of here, we’re totally trespassing right now.”
“Are you afraid we’re gonna get arrested?” Norman chuckled. “Do they even have cops here?” he mused aloud. “Or do they call them Dementors?”
“Shut up and help me find my clothes,” I said, but there was another rapid knock at the door. Shit. I didn’t have the time to search for each garment, so I did the next best thing—I stole.
There was a pretty black dress on the hanger closest to me. It was floor length and fashioned like an old princess gown. Made of lace and silks, it was soft, flowy, and I was able to throw it over my head easily. My heart was breaking for my favorite plaid skirt I knew I’d have to abandon, along with my boots that were around here somewhere. Perhaps I could find a way to get back in here later on and find them, but we had no time for that right now.
Norman swung the dressing room door open, and we filed out but pulled up short abruptly. My heart plummeted into my stomach as I met four pairs of wide, laughing eyes. Strangers in weird Shakespearean clothing stood before us, and one of the women on the right began a slow clap. The others joined in, and my cheeks flooded with color. They must’ve worked here in the theater, and we’d just put on one of the biggest shows of the millenia.
“Bravo! Encore! Magnifico!” one of the theater actors shouted in the back of the gathering crowd.
Without a single word, I made a break for it down the hall. I couldn’t even remember the way we came, but I was hoping I’d eventually reach a staircase. I was so embarrassed, I barely even registered the fact that I was barefoot and that the long black dress made my fast
pace extremely treacherous. I kept going, needing to get away from those strangers, and I heard the guys following close behind.
Finally, I found the stairs and barreled my way down them. For a moment, with my dress flowing around me, I felt like a Disney princess running dramatically through the halls of an ancient castle, but I doubted any of those princesses had just been caught getting fucked in the ass by a werewolf in a closet.
Bursting out of the theater, I stopped when I reached the sidewalk, head on a swivel for lurking zombies. The street was quiet and nowhere near as busy as Main Street. The guys came out a moment later, and both of them were laughing. I glared at Freddy, and he forced his face to sober but his eyes were still gleaming.
Yeah, super funny. I can never show my face in the town’s theater again.
“I’m going back to the manor to change,” I said, holding the sides of my dress up. “And I need shoes…” Wiggling my toes, I felt a hysterical laugh about to crawl up my throat but stifled it.
“How do you plan on explaining the dress?” Norman asked, covering his mouth with his palm. He was actively trying not to laugh.
“I don’t.” Turning away with my nose in the air, I stalked towards the aunties’ house, prepared to take the smaller side streets. Luckily, we knew the layout of this town like the back of our hands, or else we’d be out of luck. “They don’t need to know everything about my life.”
The guys caught up to me, shaking their heads. We had about an hour until I needed to be in my first class. I recognized most of the buildings on this street. We passed a grouping of older style two story buildings that were mostly realtors and legal offices back in the mortal world. Up ahead was a massive brick building with columns out front, and a stone pathway lined with lanterns. The wrought iron archway overhead said City Hall.
There were a few people gathered outside, standing around in a small group, and a town car sat parked on the street with a driver standing next to an open door. The driver was about two feet tall, and his face was pudgy and bulbous, while his skin was bright green. The word gnome immediately came to mind, but I couldn’t be sure. I did wonder how the hell that little guy reached the pedals.
We were preparing to cross the street to avoid the group of people, but at the sound of my name, we stopped and looked around. A man in a dark blue velvet robe and a long cane topped with the head of a cobra made his way over. It took a minute for me to recognize him as he stepped into the light of a lantern. It was Mayor Ichabod Addams, Cal’s dad.
“Miss Hallowell!” he called out with a charming smile, teeth still way to white to be natural. “What brings you to this side of town?” His chestnut eyes twinkled. “Here for a dose of arts and culture?” He nodded at the theater we just left.
“I, uh, we were just on our way to the university,” I stammered, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. I could tell the guys were still grinning, even though I knew they didn’t like the mayor either.
“You’re missing out on some real treats in town by taking the scenic route. I hear the pumpkin cakes are particularly sweet this year. Will you be attending the festival this week?”
“I haven’t really thought about it,” I said honestly. I’d seen the signs up all over town and watched some of the booths going up on Main Street, but I hadn’t thought any more about it.
“Back when I was young, I usually attended the festival with your mother and father. Such wonderful memories.” My brows rose as he added, “Tragic, what happened to them. We were quite close in our college days, did you know that?”
“My parents never really talked about where they came from. I didn’t even know this place existed until recently.”
This conversation was getting awkward. For some reason, I didn’t like the idea of discussing my mom and dad with Ichabod. He was nice enough, but there was something off-putting about him. His smile was too wide and uncomfortably gleaming, and his eyes were so deep, they made me fidget. He was nothing like his effortlessly charming son.
He blinked, as if coming out of a fog of memory. “Ah, yes, I suppose that’s right. Well, I do hope you can make it to the festival. In fact, I’m sure my Calvin would be honored to ecsort—”
A small, barely there growl rumbled from Freddy’s throat, and I had to elbow him in the gut.
Ichabod chuckled. “I suppose not then.” His eyes then flickered to my strange ensemble. “My my, that dress suits you. Will you be wearing it to the festival? It’s…vintage.” His eyes sparkled knowingly as he raised a brow at my bare toes sticking out. I suddenly felt the need to fix my disheveled hair.
What’s his deal with the festival? Why is he pushing this? Why is he staring at my flushed cheeks and sex hair?!
My cheeks blazed as I ran my hands down the bodice of my dress. “Thanks…it’s got…pockets,” I said sticking my hands in said pockets.
Oh my god, what the fuck am I saying? Pockets?!
Freddy and Norman snorted simultaneously at my panicked rambling as I began to back away. Ichabod smiled indulgently and said, “Yes, I see that.”
Okay, time to abort. Abort the mission and gracefully bow out.
“Well, it was nice seeing you, Your Highness—I mean, Mr. Mayor—I mean, Sir—Ichabod.”
Oh good god, shut up, October!
I was dying inside.
“Likewi—”
He never got to finish before my fight or flight instincts kicked in and I promptly fled. I turned and practically spirited away, not realizing that there wasn’t a street corner in sight for me to disappear around, and it left me awkwardly speed-walking down the sidewalk while the mayor and the guys stood there watching in bewilderment.
My face was on fire, and I mumbled to myself the whole time. To make matters worse, I got about twenty feet away before I stepped on a particularly sharp rock and fell forward in an incredibly undignified way, yelping and cursing all the way down. I caught myself with my palms on the sidewalk and shoved back to my feet, gathering the billowy length of my dress, and cursed myself for leaving my heeled boots behind.
I just kept going, resolved to not look back, and just hoped the guys could somehow finesse this to seem like a normal behavior, or perhaps an off day. I just wanted to get back to the manor, change clothes, and pretend like this entire hellish morning never happened. Maybe I’d eat one of Pip’s questionable baked goods and just pass out.
My legs couldn’t keep up with the youngsters, so like any smart fella would do, I hitched a ride. I was ordered to scare the gal, but my porcelain heart didn’t want to. So what do you do when you don’t pull your own strings? You follow orders.
There I was, hiding in the alley like a darn cat in the dumpster as I spied on Little Miss Red. The only way for my job to be complete was to get the broad to use her gifts in plain sight and record my findings. But to do that, she had to be worried for her life. That’s where the zombies came in. The boob supplied them, and I didn’t like to think about how he did it. Wrong was what it was. Dark magic that made me want to go running for the hills, but you see, a dummy doesn’t run away from a job, even when his gut tells him to walk away.
Red and her two companions strolled right into my trap like planned, and I waited, strapped to the foul smelling corpse. I waited for those special gifts to come about. She looked me right in the eye, but for some reason, she didn’t seem to realize she’d seen me before. A product of my tactical stealth, no doubt. The art of blending in was an acquired skill.
The plan failed as soon as we lost her, but I didn’t worry for nothing. I knew it was time to step up my game. My master was getting impatient.
My heart didn’t beat, but I felt bad for the kid. She was only trying to learn her place in this strange, strange world. But it just kept throwing obstacles at her. He was coming for her, and I wished I had the power to stop it before the innocent gal got hurt. But alas, I wasn’t the one pulling my strings.
“Psst, October, are you ready?” Maddie whispered through my bedroom door, the heavy ma
hogany muffling her voice.
It was nearing midnight, and I had yet to climb out of the pile of warm bodies surrounding me, cocooning me in a protective embrace. I wanted to sink into the bed with all these strong limbs thrown over my body.
“Give me five minutes,” I whispered back, waiting a moment until I heard her feet padding down the creaking hallway.
Turning my head to the side, I grinned at a sleeping Jason muttering in his sleep. He scooted closer, burying his face in the side of my boob with a contented sigh whistling through his parted, pouty lips. The feel of fingers tightening on the curve of my hip had me whipping my head in the other direction. Norman was sleeping on his back with his heavy arm thrown over the middle of my back, his fingers curling against my waist in a possessive hold that made my belly do backflips.
I was directly on top of a snoring Freddy. His wide chest was all hard muscle, yet velvety soft under my cheek, making him the perfect pillow. Michael’s head was using my ass for a cushion, and the man kept groping me, even in his deep sleep. I was utterly pinned down, a little overheated at the moment, but loving every second of it. I finally felt like nothing could get to me.
I was protected, and it reminded me that even when I’d wanted to hate them, I couldn’t help but love every single one of these assholes that stole my heart so long ago. When I thought about it, everything they ever did made sense. I really should have caught on earlier. Little snippets of that last few months before graduation came back to me in waves…
“Miss Hallowell!” Mr. Myers' voice echoed loudly through the crowded hallway. Students were scurrying around, trying to get to their next class on time, but I heard him, even through my headphones.