by Lola White
His Willa.
Chapter 7
The Vila released David slowly, torturing him with a long, slow pull that had his cock flexing in supplication. As she lifted to her feet, she made certain to drag the diamond-hard points of her nipples over his body, pushing her sisters out of her way as she pressed against his chest.
“You still think she’s sweet?” she breathed over his lips.
“Yes,” he said. “She’s the one I want, and she wants me.”
Wind ripped around them, gusting with each of Willa’s steps forward. “Get off of him!”
The black-haired Vila pushed away from him, spinning to face her rival. Wind roared through the clearing, the twisted pines bent to the ground. The grass rippled under David’s feet as tingling pressure thickened the atmosphere. The ground shook and rolled. He staggered back.
Fear clawed at his gut. The other Vilas scrambled for the cover of the woods as the two women studied each other, anger riding both their faces. The speed of the air picked up, reaching the force of a hurricane. A thick branch flew past his head and David huddled into himself, protecting his body from the debris swirling around him.
“What will you do with him?” the black-haired Vila screamed above the wind. “He will keep coming, he will look for ways to tie you to his side. Is that what you want?”
“I want him. I will take care of him.” Willa stomped her foot and the ground rolled, shuddering with her rage.
“How?”
Willa’s hands flew out to either side. She lifted her chin and moonlight caught in her eyes, revealing regret. “I’ll take him to the lake and keep him with me.”
Tension piled upon itself. The trees moaned and cackled, the night screamed a warning. The very earth beneath his feet rumbled a protest. The women held still, spines rigid, fists clenched, gazes locked for an eternity. David’s nerves stretched to the breaking point, fear and obsession boiling in his belly. Then the wind died abruptly and the ground stopped shaking.
Henryk’s Vila blinked, nodding to Willa in calm acceptance. “All right. He is yours. Take him to the lake.”
Willa rushed around the other woman, reaching for David. He clutched at her hand, his fear dying and the full fury of his need returning the instant his skin met hers. A sense of peace stole over his mind while urgency raced through his body. His cock thickened again, his abdominal muscles flickered. Willa ran a hot hand down his chest, soothing him even as she struck craving into his bones.
“Come.”
As before, he followed her. She led him with a sweet song and the hold she maintained on his fingers. His head hazed, all doubts falling away as the scent of her skin filled his nose, as the heat of her hand filled his palm. Adrenaline lingered, adding a sharp edge to the pulsing demand in the heavy sac between his legs, growing more sensitized with every quick step deeper into the forest.
“Who was that?” he asked.
“The leader of us all. She protects us.”
“My friend Henryk has met her before.” David shook his head, struggling to think past the sound of her soft hum. “She killed his friend but let him live. You let me live, Willa.”
Sadness washed her features when she looked back at him. “I let you leave, but you came back. If I let you leave again, will you return tomorrow?”
“Yes,” he agreed immediately. “I would come whenever you asked me to.”
She closed her eyes as she turned away. “I didn’t ask you to come tonight, yet you are here.”
“I needed to see you.”
Confusion sent a wave of cold to battle the heat of his need for her. She was there with him, holding his hand and leading him farther into the woods, but she was sad. Disappointed in him, even. He couldn’t understand why.
She tightened her fingers around his. “I know the stories told of us. We are not monsters. We don’t kill every traveler through these woods and we don’t call to every man.”
“Why did you let me live, Willa?”
She laughed at that, her sorrow chased away by his genuine bewilderment. “I think you are a good man, a beautiful man. You let me do what I wished to you and you gave me great pleasure.”
“You called to me that night.”
“I wanted you.” She pulled him to a stop on the edge of a placid lake, much bigger than the pond where he’d first seen the swan.
“What are you, Willa? A nymph, a ghost?”
She didn’t answer, pressing her mouth to his, instead. Like magic, his questions disappeared when he felt her lithe body sink against his own. Delicate hands stroked his skin, building the banked fires under the surface. He couldn’t hold a thought when she was so close, holding his senses captive.
He opened his lips to her, groaning at the wet heat of her tongue as she invaded. Her kiss claimed him in ways he never expected, striking like a flint against every desire he had. She licked and flicked, teasing him as she drew him on, sucking on his lower lip until a rough gasp tore from his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled closer, fitting her hips to his and trapping his cock between them. The softness of her belly impressed the sensitive underside of his length, whipping at the urgency left behind by his faded fear. He ran his hands over her back, loving the silk of her hair and skin as he drove his palms down to catch her bottom, tugging her ever harder against him.
His obsession with her wouldn’t let him take his time. Not like their first meeting, when the night stretched on forever and pleasure was drawn out until it wrapped every sense and thickened the air around them. Now he was compelled to have her.
He slid his fingers over the curves he found, indelibly stamping the softness of her on his psyche. Reaching farther, he found the humid entrance of her body and pushed beyond, sliding his fingers over her satin folds. She moaned into his mouth, wriggling closer, spreading her thighs to grant him better access.
He stroked over her as her cream welled from her body to slick his fingers. Her hand delved between them to capture his cock in a tight hold he knew he’d die without. She fondled him, he rubbed her clit. They moved together as the flames climbed higher, hips paired in a dance to a tune only they could hear.
He let her claim his mouth as his hand worked between her thighs. She rose to her toes, driving the pads of his fingers over her swollen clit as her tongue surged deep. Her mouth worked at his, and David tasted a hint of desperation and apology. She matched the rocking of her hips to the motion of her tongue, sliding over him in all ways, and his vague doubts fractured into bliss.
Reluctantly releasing the quivering lure of her clit, David dragged his fingers back through the thick fluid saturating her folds. He circled her entrance, teasing her with a gentle pressure until her nails dug into his chest. Surrendering to her desire, he pushed into her, deep and hard, her body easing around his entry with honeyed greed.
Delicate muscles clamped tight, rippled fiercely. Willa threw back her head on a moan, her fingers closing around the head of his cock. The way she moved her hand sent sharp carnality spiking down to his balls. He rubbed his fingers against her inner walls and had the extreme satisfaction of feeling her pussy liquefy against his skin.
With a sharp breath, Willa stepped back. David pulled his fingers from her body, immediately lifting his hand to his mouth to suck the earthy taste of woman, flowers and pine from his knuckles. Her eyes widened, darkened in an expression that sent flaming delight spinning through his groin.
She drew another hard breath, anchoring his attention to her pebble-hard nipples. Deep red and lush, perfect for his mouth, David couldn’t resist their allure. He lowered his head to suck her nipple into his mouth, pulling on it fiercely as the heat of her skin burned his tongue. He loved it, wanted more. Needed more.
Her fingers clutched him close for a moment before pushing him away. “My desire for you is great,” she whispered.
“And mine for you.” He looked at her, uncaring that the torture he’d felt was shining in his eyes. “You don’t k
now what it’s been like, wanting you so badly but not being here with you.”
“I know what it is like to be without the one your heart cries for, but you are here now and I will keep you. Lift me to you and fill me.”
He obeyed immediately. Filling his palms with the sweet curves of her ass, he lifted her as he spread her. Her thighs tensed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, arching against his cock as he notched it between her slippery folds.
The heat of her stripped his mind of all but her silken skin, the feel of her pulsing clit against his flesh, the tiny spasms working the opening of her pussy where it pressed to his shaft. There was little time to revel in the sensations. She reached down to grip him, angling him to her entrance. He nudged into her, feeling her stretch for him, bathing his tip in her juices as they ran from her body.
One hand gripped his shoulder, the other held the base of his dick. Willa threw back her head, hips churning against the crest of his cock, holding him still as she pleasured herself with his flesh. Nerves buried deep inside his body jolted at the sight, at the feel of her tiny movements against him, the subtle sucking of her pussy as her body begged for penetration.
Just as he thought he’d truly lose his mind, she tucked him closer and slid down. The strength in her legs soldered their bodies together as David surged deep. Wet, hot satin folded around him, small ripples working over his length, spearing into him, until he couldn’t tell if they came from him or from her.
She seated herself on him, wriggling until he could go no farther. He was clamped in a tight vise, sensation spiraling up his cock with every breath he took. She tensed her muscles, holding him deep, torturing them both, and looked up into his eyes.
She smiled sweetly. “Take me into the lake.
Only strength of will got them where she wanted them. He stumbled and staggered, gasping as his steps jostled her, bounced her on his flesh. The cold water lapped his ankles, then his knees, continued rising higher as she urged him deeper. The temperature couldn’t cool his lust though, not with her hot pussy imprisoning his length and her springtime scent filling his head.
Chest deep, she stopped him by lifting up off him. Cold water rushed around his cock as it left her heat, layering into the sensations, adding to his need. She sank back down, eradicating the coolness. Again and again, she lifted and fell, intoxicating him with the alternating temperatures of hot and cold. His body jerked in anticipation of her descent, his balls, already tight and humming, drew up so close to his body that her warm folds caressed them with every return.
He lost all sense of time. He held her as she moved on him, set the tempo and claimed him. He was enthralled with the movement of her breasts in the water, her hard nipples breaking the surface, only to have the lake lick over them as she sank back down.
The muscles in his stomach felt as if they were ripping apart in the most delightful way. His spine melted into the small of his back. His motions were limited, sending his pleasure higher, whipping his urgency into a frenzied beast. He was shredded from within, his fingers clamped around her ass, her pussy clamped around his cock. He eagerly traded his sanity for the ecstasy she offered.
David felt the change in her, the fine tremor that worked down her spine, the surge of heat in her pussy. She slammed down onto him, her hips molding to his, rotating and rubbing, whirling faster as she angled her clit against his groin.
“I am keeping you,” she panted. “I am claiming you, and you will stay with me forever.”
In perfect agreement, he held his silence. He clutched her tightly as electrical currents ripped from his skull to his thighs. His toes curled into the silt beneath his feet, his arms shook. Willa took his mouth in a brutal kiss, wringing every ounce of bliss from his lips that she could.
Her hand pressed to his chest and sent flames running over his ribcage. Lights flashed before his eyes, distant bells filled his ears, rolling fog soothed the fire licking the interior of his skull. The nerves within his cock hauled themselves to the surface and merged with the silken walls of her pussy, blowing sheer sensation through his length and dragging his soul from his depths. It swirled in a vapor that poured from him into her.
Her body clamped down on his until he couldn’t breathe. His lungs turned inside out as his essence rose up, exploded through his skin and burned his throat. Willa locked her mouth to his, breathing it in, taking it as her due. Claiming it as it her own.
His head was lost in fog, utter bliss took hold of his sanity. He dragged her down on his length, pushing through the resistance of her convulsing tissues, ramming against the end of her. Deep, where he needed to be. His balls climbed up into his body and poured themselves from his cock as starbursts stole his sight.
His knees gave out, but he didn’t care. His lungs collapsed, but he didn’t care. Not when Willa was wrapped around him, her pulsating pussy dragging him beneath a pleasure more tempting than the peace of the lake closing over his head.
He let her take his final breath as the dark water took his life.
Chapter 8
The call of wolves snatched him from the arms of a deep sleep. The sound echoed through the cottage, reverberating off the walls, spinning around his body and tugging him out of bed. His old heart twisted and squeezed as he staggered around the furniture blindly.
They were close. Too close.
Henryk raced to the window, only to stop short before reaching it. Fear held him like a lover, rooting his feet to the floorboards as a wave of heat spiraled from his toes to his scalp, licking his muscles with fire, shuddering into his bones. He struggled to find courage.
A snowy white body slammed into the window, rattling the glass in the frame. The wolves cried again. Henryk jerked back with a gasp, his vertebrae fusing in a hot rush and his chest clenching around his lungs.
Slowly, he crept forward, reminding himself that he was in his home, a safe haven from the terrors of the forest outside the window. Safe from the beautiful monsters that danced under the moonlight just beyond the tree line. With a shaking hand, he braced himself against the wall and peered through the glass.
Silver moonlight streamed over the landscape, catching on the pines to create deep shadows beneath their feathery branches. The ethereal light ghosted over a solitary swan as if it couldn’t help itself, lovingly illuminating the perfection of its form as it lazily circled toward the ground.
The swan angled toward the path leading into the woods, passing through impenetrable shadow. Henryk blinked and the swan disappeared into the darkness.
A woman appeared between two pines at the very edge of the path. Tall and thin, her honey colored hair cloaked her naked frame, falling to hips that would fill any man with lust. She watched him as he watched her, but she seemed calm while his heart fought to climb from his chest.
Shadows shifted behind her. A man stepped forward to claim her hand and a radiant smile spread over her face. Henryk squinted, pressing his nose to the glass as familiarity flowed through his head with a hazy chill. The man stepped forward, the moonlight immediately caressing his naked body as it had the woman. Lovingly.
The man raised his hand in acknowledgement of Henryk’s observation before gathering the woman close and leading her back into the forest. For a long time, the old man stared at the place the pair had been, memories pouring through his head and heart. Sadness mingled with wonder. Henryk took a deep breath and went back to bed.
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About the Author
Lola White is the author of erotic horror, erotic dark fantasy and sensual romance. She’s traveled extensively, learning about different cultures, their mythology and their legends. She’s always been a storyteller, especially loving those tales that twist reality at its edges. She loves books of all genres and styles, both fiction and nonfiction, and is completely addicted to Happy Ever Afters, but she recognizes that happy endings come in very different shapes and sizes, and tries to give a variety for the characters she creates.
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