first taste - Chapter 3, Part II

At first shocked into near paralysis by his actions, she drew a deep quivering breath holding it until she was thrust hard against the tree, the knotty bark digging into her spine. Somewhere deep within her, she knew, just like she knew from the moment he had stepped out of the murky darkness, that he would not hurt her. Too much
But as the rough bark prodded like knives into her flesh and his hand about her throat felt like collar fastened a little too tightly, a moment of doubt rose like a mist to cloud her thoughts. Her green eyes held steadfast to his contorted face which in the panic-laced moment seemed to deform and swirl into a dark demonic shadow. Time seemed to congeal, thick as molasses and it was as if she peering into the very depths of hell itself. It was a brief, sinister moment, a glimpse into another world, alien and malignant. Time shifted and the moment was gone. A glimmer of the soul to his true being perhaps. Her eyes narrowed as her windpipe constricted further. But, she would give him not a flicker of emotion or wavering of her composure. Her passive alabaster features bordered on serene as his hot breath rolled over her cold skin, almost in an enticing sort of way. Sensations laced with a touch of repulsiveness prickled down her spine-coldly caressing each knotted vertebrae pressed hard against the bark. The lack of oxygen made her head now spin taking her senses fleeting away with each completed spin; someone else or something else seemed to twist her thoughts and bend her will. She fought back against the tug, like a current, that tried to grip her mind.

Just as quick as the vice like constriction of his fingers gathered around her throat, he released her, again making her head swim and her vision dance. During this moment she could almost swear that change from Demonic to human was not a figment of her imagination. A low defensive growl dispassionate, tainted almost with a hate escaped her snarled lips as she quickly regained her stance. Pondering his query rolling it loosely around her head like a bubble gum. She ran her hand over her slender throat, which burned slightly seeking the indents of his fingerprints there, indeed it would leave a mark. Thus made her green eyes smoulder as her mood slipped to caustic almost dangerous.

And then she kissed him.
As impulsive as when she kissed Molly in third grade she leaned forward clamping her chilled lips onto this man's mouth, so full and delectable. She wished to taste them. To run her tongue across them. To push her tongue between them. To nip. Wetness made her thighs moist, the insides of her cunt contracting and twitching. He was taken aback, she could tell from his reaction. A low grunt of surprise muffled by her actions vibrating against her mouth. It seemed that he almost took a step back before melting into the kiss. The grunt turned into a low growl, bestial and untamed. Their tongues danced together. Their collective breath clashed between them. Her heartbeat raced to uncontrollable heights. She moaned. And just as suddenly she broke away. Pulling away from his hardness that had pressed against her with a harsh sound. Surprise hissed through his teeth, exasperation flickered in his eyes.

Wiping at the corner of her mouth, catching the trail of spittle that had dribbled there, she turned on her heels. And she did not look back thusly giving him her back and leaving it like that. At times things did not appear as though they first seemed, this was one of those times. She made her way back to the path she had been on, her boot heels sinking unceremoniously into the ground, thrice she stumbled almost completely to the ground. Her mind raced with rapid outcomes and scenarios of what had just transpired. His words, his voice blurred her thoughts. She thought she heard him following behind her though she would not give him the satisfaction of turning back and looking. Her muddied boots hit the gravel path noisily cutting through the still night. She compensated her stride to slow down her pace. He was almost beside her. Without turning her head she spoke out.

"Just because you follow me home, does not necessarily mean that I am going to keep you." A snickering grin danced unseen upon the red tainted lips of hers.

There was no response. Just the sound of his footsteps in time with hers. Keeping her head up, chin level with the ground, arrogant in nature she walked on with a slow purposeful stride along the path, the moon gone, the black clouds now ruling the sky. Then the first light droplets of rain began to fall like icy fingers against her cheeks. She swore silently to herself and kept walking.

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