Page 164 of Lost in the Dark
Blood sprays every which way as his skeletal wings shoot out, slicing the demon in multiple places. It flaps and throws old Sabnock to the ground, his face indiscernible anymore.
I struggle to stand with my shin shooting pain through my entire leg. Leaning against a tree trunk, I continue to stare at Astar. “Is he dead?”
Astar lifts his head and dissipates into the mist, reappearing before me and enclosing me in darkness.
Idon’t know where I am, but the heat is gone. Something is licking my neck, leaving trails of slime in its wake. I groan, trying to bring myself fully awake, but it feels like I’m lost in the limbo of the in-between. Grunts and growls make me shiver as the tongue laves up my face and temple. Something firm curls around my semi-hard shaft, and I wonder if this is a dream rather than a nightmare.
My mind drifts in and out, but the more my dick gets rubbed, the more I just go with the flow of what my body wants to do.How often do I get pleasure in this place?Something sucks the tip of my cock and I groan again, thrusting toward it—wanting more, needing more of whatever it’s doing to my slit.
A guttural growl vibrates through my ribcage as Astar merges himself into my body, making me feel floaty and grounded at the same time. There’s an edge to his energy, one that hungers beyond my understanding, as well as an anger.
What does he have to be pissed about, when it was probablyhimwho threw me into the scenarios of my nightmares? Hell, I’mstilldreaming.
In the next moment, my own anger feeds off his as we mentally push and pull— me trying to dislodge him from my body, him trying to cling to me even harder.
Something sharp rips through my neck and I hiss in pain. I claw at my own skin, trying to rid myself of Astar. His tail constricts my cock, and it steals all of my attention with a hoarse gasp. The tip swallows me whole and I groan as he shifts his grip and twists right at the crown on every pass. It’s almost as if….
…I can feel what you need.
Get out of my head, Astar.
My arms cover my face as the mouth of his tail sucks harder and harder, like it’s trying to milk my soul out of my slit. My hips undulate, and I can hear him chuckle and chitter.
“Shut up, Astar, and finish what you started,” I growl back, thrusting harder against the grip of his tail, needing the extra friction.
The little leech face doesn’t choke, and it makes me flip onto my stomach, pounding harder into it. Black smoke envelopes my body before the spikes of his wings shoot out and he emerges from the mattress below me. Like fire and ice, our energies collide, and it transforms from a getting off session, to a fight for dominance.
His claws rip at my back and I hiss in his face, headbutting him. The throb in my forehead just spurs me on as I continue to pound my hips again and again, seeking relief. The flesh of his face melts off his skull as his head hits mine once more, stringing when he pulls back and twists to latch his fangs into the curve of my neck. My dick pulses and my balls tighten at the sensation. He growls and pulls at my essence through his mouth like it’s a damn cocktail, whilehistail continues to stroke and suck like its life depends on it.
My eyes roll back as pleasure climbs faster than I can anticipate. His leech tail swallows me down and I tip over the edge, pulsing my release again and again.
Rolling back, I groan as Astar jumps into my skin and burrows himself inside. My hand automatically goes to my dick to fist a few more pumps, in hopes of elongating the sensation of pleasure unfolding.
A noise to the right of me makes my eyes snap open and turn to look.
There, at the doorway, is the silhouette of a tall Cajun.
The showers here suck. By the time my turn comes around, the water is barely lukewarm. I had to force myself through the torture of scrubbing all the evidence of what happened away.
What exactly did happen? Was I not in a dream? Was it my imagination and my own damn hand between my legs all along?
Even if that was the case, how long was T-boy standing there to witness it? Sitting at the eating tables now, staring at my lunch, my mind drifts back to the sensation of Astar’s tail sucking my cock, and my pants tighten.
Groaning under my breath, I raise my head to find dark eyes staring back at me three tables away. Refusing to back down from the challenge, I eat in silence without removing my eyes from his.
Curious enough, he’s the first to look away and down at his plate. Like that, the game of hate and war is over.This isn’t fun anymore.I’m going to have to find someone else to mess with.
Turning my head, I stare at ‘ol Wilson one table away. I lift my lip in disgust as he dips his chicken into the cup of milk beside him.
This is exactly why no one sits next to him. Astar laughs at my plight as he continues to burrow inside of my flesh like he’s preparing to make long residence there.
If that’s his plan, he is sorely mistaken.
He cackles in my ear while I finish my food. I stand up to dump the trash and turn in my tray. It’s eerily quiet today, and that alone tells me something big is about to happen. Sticking my hands inside my pocket, I readjust myself and whistle a tune to break the silence of the room.
A song to call children into the witch’s brew. It reminds me of when I would watch the movie with Journee. Well, not togetherper se.More like she sat in one corner, and I slinked around the shadows of the other while in the same room.
A growl and a pinch at my neck makes my head twitch. Something slaps me upside the back of my skull, and I turn around to glare at the little woman whose eyes…look like Astar’s.