When Hunter moved his attention to the girl’s other breast, with his cheek against her skin, he could sense the power behind Ray’s rhythmic thrusting in the soft flesh bouncing against his chin. He couldn’t wait for it to be him on top of her, fucking that sweet pussy senseless, making her moan, and squeezing her ass in his hands.
It didn’t take Ray all that long to finish, and Hunter was pretty sure the girl didn’t come from the relentless pounding. He’d make her. He’d have her undivided attention, her excitement, and her orgasm.
“Fuck that was good,” Ray muttered, already pulling up his pants as he sat back on his heels.
The girl watched them both when Ray shifted away to make room for Hunter, and she covered her breasts as if she were shy about the whole thing all of a sudden.
“No, babe,” Hunter whispered, never taking his eyes off her. “I wanna see your pretty tits jiggle when I fuck you. Just feel how hard I am for you.” He grabbed her slim fingers and pulled her hand to his dick. Ray was now finally completely gone from his mind, and it was only this beautiful creature under him that mattered.
The girl blinked and chewed on her lip, but her arm relaxed, and when Hunter put her hand on his cock, those hot fingers squeezed around it lightly. She gave a shuddery breath and moved her hand up and down the entire length until she could comfortably flick her thumb around the head. With pre-cum as lubrication, the touch sent pleasure spiraling through Hunter’s brain.
She licked her lips with the twin tips of her tongue and nodded, raising her hips and spreading her thighs in quiet invitation. Hunter grinned, completely in awe of her big eyes and lips, her sweet breasts, but most of all, her utter fearlessness in pursuing whatever crazy ritual this was a part of. She just drew him and Ray in for her own purposes, like a hellish spider queen enticing Hunter into her web. But even if by fucking her, Hunter was signing his soul away, he wouldn’t hesitate to climb into her arms again.
He looked down to his own cock in her pale hand and loved how big it looked with her slim fingers around it. And doing it bare? He couldn’t wait to come deep inside her pussy and feel it clench around him when she orgasmed. It was a shame to have to pull his dick out of her grip, but sliding his cockhead between her wet pussy lips was as good of a consolation as he’d get. She was hot and throbbing, and when his cock rubbed against her clit, a melodic moan fell from her perfect lips.
The girl dug her knees into the sides of his hips, drawing him closer as she slowly raised the front of her body, propping herself up with her elbows. Her breasts were in constant movement as she gasped for air, but there was a lusty determination in her eyes that was calling out to Hunter, enticing him deeper between her thighs. Her pussy was so hot it was close to burning the head of his cock, and he knew that once he dove inside, there would be no going back. He could hardly think anymore when she ground her nether lips against his dick and gasped, shivering with pleasure.
Hunter caught her lips in a kiss the moment he pushed his cock in, reveling in the slick inside of her pussy. He let his hands travel to her ass, just as he dreamed of, and he couldn’t bring himself to care for his corpsepaint rubbing off on her face. She was so ripe and hot inside, and the faint scent of her perfume was making him want to pump her pussy full of his seed already.
The girl gasped and nipped on his lips as she pushed back, slamming her hips against his, and he could sense her channel tighten around him. Her skin glowed with a faint sheen of sweat, and the dark lipstick smeared around her lips only added to the wanton picture of her pleasure. Their eyes locked again, and she breathlessly brushed the tip of her nose against Hunter’s cheek.
“Hope you come for my soul as well when the time comes,” she uttered with a wicked smile.
Adrenaline rushed in Hunter’s veins. He was completely taken by her. He didn’t care about the creepy blasphemous setting or the faint scent of cigarettes, which reminded him of Ray’s presence. He pushed his whole cock inside of her tight body as heat was slowly making the makeup on his face melt.
“Oh, I will. I will take your soul so many times,” he whispered and gave her another kiss, resting his weight on her smaller body and loving how her breasts got squeezed under his chest.
The girl nodded, shuddering, and pulled him closer with her thighs, entwining her ankles above Hunter’s ass. She never looked away from him, even as she snaked her right hand between their bodies toward where they were connected. Hunter whimpered with excitement as her fingers briefly touched his groin before settling on her clit. He could sense her digits moving just above his cock, gently touching the base of his dick, his pubes. Her nipples were hard and her twin-tipped tongue nimble in Hunter’s mouth.
“Yeah, make yourself come on my dick,” he whispered with his neck stiff with heat and his palms sweaty. He’d never forget this. Taking her touch as a green light, he started pushing his dick in and out, again and again, thriving on every moan that came from her lips. He broke eye contact for the sake of reaching lower and kissing her long neck while his hands made their way up the sides of her body, exploring every soft curve.
The moans she was uttering grew in intensity, and there was no way any of them was faked. As his thrusts became harder, her body seemed to alternate between relaxing and tightening under him. She rolled her head back and rhythmically squeezed her legs around Hunter’s hips as he explored the wonderfully slick insides of her body.
Her neck was salty with fresh sweat, and Hunter thrived on its taste, kissing and licking along her neck and jaw. His brain buzzed, and he couldn’t help but look into her face again, greeted by a dream-like smile of black-stained lips. He grunted and grabbed her around the waist, pulling them both back up until he was sitting on his heels, and her gaze focused on Hunter again, big and dark with her pupils so dilated her eyes seemed black. She whimpered as her body sank onto him, accepting his cock even deeper into her body.
Hunter grabbed her ass to make sure she held on steady and slammed his cock right back in with a groan. He loved how she had invited them in, like the perfect fantasy, already naked and wanting for his cock. He sped up the thrusts of his hips, but tuned into her body, wanting to make sure she came and remembered him as the best fuck of her life.
She gasped and put her arms around his shoulders, moving along with his rhythm. Her hips wiggled against Hunter’s touch, and her breasts slid up and down against his torso as they kissed, their muffled moans echoing in the empty church. She didn’t even have to tell him to go quicker. He could feel it in the urgency at which she was touching him, grabbing at his hair, and so he slammed in even harder, holding her up to deliver just what she wanted.
The girl moaned breathlessly, and her ripe pussy spasmed around Hunter’s dick. She pulled away, throwing her head back, and uttered a strangled sound, holding on to Hunter’s neck as her flushed breasts shook with her whole body.
When her pussy squeezed Hunter’s cock, it was all systems go. He pushed her right back down to the mattress, never sliding his dick out of her, and held on to her legs to steady her body when he pushed into her in fast, hard thrusts. Just knowing she was still hot with orgasm gave him such a thrill that he came not long after, slowing down and groaning as he finally left his cum inside of her. Her pussy lips were so soft and wet around his cock he wished he could just fall asleep here in this run-down church on a cum-stained mattress. He was a moth caught in her sticky web and didn’t mind waiting to be devoured.
She put her arms around him lazily and turned her face toward him, gently kissing his brow as their bodies cooled down. He was half-asleep when a sudden push at his shoulders prompted him to ease his body weight off her. He smiled, already reaching to touch her breast, but she slapped his hand away, as if it were a mosquito eager for her blood. Her face, though stained with white and black makeup, was as if cut out of marble, and her eyes held no emotion whatsoever, just like in the first moment when their gazes had met across the church. He was about to ask what was going on when she uttered a few nons
ensical words in a low, hoarse voice.
“How long can this take?” Ray groaned, and the reality of his presence crashed into Hunter.
The girl’s weird behavior made him pull away and give her pussy a longing glance as he wiped his cock on the blanket and pulled up his pants.
“The fuck is she chanting?” Ray asked. “That shit’s freaking me out.”
Hunter swallowed, unsure about her behavior. She didn’t seem to be on drugs or anything like that. When he looked into her eyes during the sex, she was completely there with him.
“I—Hey, babe, are you all right?”
The girl ignored him, looking straight up into the distant ceiling and now whispering something in a language he couldn’t recognize.
“She’s fine,” Ray said, but he didn’t sound certain at all. “Let’s go.”
Hunter swallowed unable to think straight just yet. Unable to leave her here. Unable to look away from her smoking hot body.
A cat screeched somewhere in the distant corner of the church.
A door flew open, letting in a gust of wind that made all the candlelight shiver, and she screamed out harsh-sounding words, her eyes on the skull she had earlier placed in the middle of the occult signs on the floor. Her hair flowed with the breeze, and her chest swelled with each word as her speech became quicker and louder, rising toward the ceiling and mingling with the sound of the wind.
“Dude, she’s a crazy bitch. Let’s go,” hissed Ray.
Hunter got up and flinched when a piece of glass fell from one of the windows and crushed against the floor, pushing him back into reality. He let Ray haul him along, and his stomach clenched when another gust of wind put out half of the candles.
“Hey, babe! What’s your number?” he tried as he grabbed his jacket on the way.
“Let it go, shithead!” Ray yelled at him.
The girl didn’t react to his words, chanting her prayers in tongues or whatever that was, so far gone from the time and space Hunter was at that she didn’t even notice him anymore. Ray grabbed Hunter’s arm and pulled him into the cold night, rushing straight for the gate.
“Fuck. Knew there was something fishy about a woman offering herself like that without asking for money,” hissed Ray.
Hunter swallowed, looking back toward the church even as they got to their motorcycles. “I know but … it was so hot. What if she’s cursed our cum or something?” The farther they moved away, the more confused he was. This was some sexy Creepypasta story if he’d ever heard one.
Ray gave a weak laugh and mounted his ride. “Cursed our cum? Listen to yourself. There is no such thing as curses, church boy,” he said, even though he’d been freaked out just minutes ago.
“Just saying …” Hunter groaned. “Ray? Let’s keep this to ourselves for a while, okay? Don’t want to find out that the cops are sniffing around whatever this was and have someone mention that we’ve been telling stories about it.”
Ray exhaled. “Obviously,” he said. Whatever happened, he always needed to feel somehow ahead of Hunter. “I want no trouble.”
Hunter put on his helmet, zipped up his jacket, and they were off, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that if he ever met this girl again, he would sure as fuck go out of his way to bang her.
Asty
Asty was hot, frantic, and shaken to the core. Her brain was scrambling as she moved around the room, doing her best to engage with the good old Coffin Nails and avoid even looking at the two men who had taken part in her ritual on Halloween. The handsome one with long hair kept following her, as if waiting for an opportunity to talk, and it was getting her sick to her stomach, no matter how attractive he was and how good he had felt that night.
When she saw him back then, with the corpsepaint on his face, tattooed all over, “JUDAS” inked under his collarbones, he felt unreal, as if the demon she was summoning had physically manifested itself in that church instead of sending her a human replacement. And now? Not only was he a real person, but a freshly patched-in Coffin Nail at that? And from what she’d heard, both he and his cousin were to be staying at the Nails clubhouse for at least a few months. She was fucked. These guys had only been there to give her their seed, not appear in her life with their heavy biker boots! And without the creepy makeup, the longhaired one was even more handsome than she remembered. Smiley and cocky, looking at ease around people who used to be his enemies just a month ago.
As she was considering disappearing and driving home on her scooter, Lucky spotted her from behind the bar and called her over with a wave of his hand. She took off her knitted hood because her body was overheating from all the tension.
Really, Mom? she thought. Out of all the possible men to inseminate me as the demon’s agent, your ritual lures in two bikers?
“I’m not feeling so well,” Asty told Lucifer and leaned on the bar counter. “I might be leaving soon.”
Lucky raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really? Maybe you just need a drink to loosen up?”
“I’m nineteen.”
Lucky shrugged. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Asty considered the offer for a while. If she ever needed a drink, it was now, but then again, assuming the ritual has been a success, she shouldn’t be abusing her body with alcohol. “I don’t think I want any.”
Lucky grinned. “Oh, I’ll fix you something soothing.”
“No alcohol,” she added as he walked off to the cupboard with liquor and flavored syrups, and Asty couldn’t help but sulk over how much easier life had been when no one else was involved. Now she had two thirsty dogs circling her despite other girls around. She never had a boyfriend, never had much flirting skills, nor was she looking for a relationship. Now she had to deal with this clusterfuck on top of her awkwardness. Maybe letting the guys approach her would actually not be such a bad idea? Let them see that she wasn’t at all what they probably imagined her to be, and they’d soon enough lose interest.
She was torn between the decision to either flee or make a fool out of herself, when a warm voice pulled her back into reality.
“He seems to be a bit of a fairy, am I right?” Mr. Handsome laughed at his own joke as he slid closer to her and pointed to Lucky with his head.
Asty glared at him with all the stoic loathing she could muster while her heart tried to pop out of her chest. “That’s my brother.”
The man licked his lips and went silent for a second. At least he was now aware of his homophobic faux pas. “Oh, I-I meant that in a good way,” he said, but it was not the smoothest of comebacks, and at least seeing him this way helped Asty build up the walls of the icy fortress around her heart. He was only human, no matter how handsome he was, or how piercing his green eyes were. The Lord of Hell had played a cruel joke on her.
“Like what? Are you suggesting he could take you to Neverland?” she muttered, tapping the tips of her toes against the side of the counter. Her shoulder and thigh were becoming hot where they were close to the handsome stranger, and she mentally begged Lucky to come back and save her. The ritual wasn’t supposed to end up like this. They were supposed to be lured in and never again appear in her life. And yet, both of them were here, like a big fuck you from the being she had called for help.
“No, like your fairy godbrother. He wished for you to get a prince, and here I am.” The man’s grin widened, and the way he was eating Asty up with his gaze made her clench her thighs. But it was no use. He had already been inside her. He knew how she looked naked. He’d seen her masturbate. He’d seen the other guy fuck her. He’d seen everything.
And she didn’t know how to answer as her tongue knotted the moment she looked into his eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered in the end and slid off the bar stool, speeding through the lounge hoping to lose him on the way outside. That was it. She couldn’t come over here anymore. She’d stay away from the clubhouse ... but then again, how could she take care of Beast without coming over? Maybe Dad would agree to build him an enclosure in the garden at home now that wi
thout Mom, there was no one to take care of the flowers and herbs.
She rushed outside and nodded at Kat, Milk’s wife, who stood by the door smoking a cigarette. After her third baby, she clearly wanted to indulge in all the smoke she could have. But Asty wasn’t up for conversations and dove into the darkness, away from the main entrance to the clubhouse. The streetlights provided her with enough glow to walk along the wall without stumbling, but the moment she took a turn and started walking away from the street, it became necessary to slow down. In the courtyard on the other side of the building, she could already see the shape of Beast’s shed, and she needed the touch of his soft fur more than ever.
By the time she put her hands through the wooden fence to touch her pet, her throat was so choked up she thought only a good cry would provide any release. She was trapped.
But even here, she would get no peace.
“Hey there, Witch.” It was the other guy. The one with the gold tooth. The rude one who didn’t fuck very well.
Asty tensed, and even her toes curled in her platform boots as his big, powerful presence approached her in the darkness. He was the last person she wanted to see right now, so she chose to ignore him and just slid inside the enclosure, grabbing one of Beast’s horns as the goat nudged her thigh with its muzzle.
“Hey, bitch. I’m talking to you.” The guy approached the shed with a frown. Did he even know whom he was talking to? That she was the daughter of the Coffin Nails MC president?
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