Episode 4: The Next Morning
The morning sun crept through the curtains of the hotel room, its rays gently falling over Emma. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft light filtering into the hotel room. Beside her, John stirred, his arm draped protectively over her waist. Emma glanced at him, a flicker of concern crossing her features as she recalled the events of the previous night.
Rolling out of bed, Emma padded softly to the window wearing only a t-shirt and panties. She gazed out at the unfamiliar town. She didn't sleep. The events from the night before, from what she so vividly experienced, what felt so real, still clung to her imagination and crawled along her skin. A shudder ran through her as she once again recalled what that figure told her, "We know what you want. We can make you feel...so good." She turned away from the window, her mind racing.
Emma wandered to the small kitchenette and used the small coffee maker to make herself a cup of coffee. As she waited, the Victorian house and the haunting visions in the mirror unceasingly played over and over in her head. She rubbed her arms, trying to dispel the lingering unease and something else that tickled within her that she couldn't quite put words to.
The coffee finished brewing. She poured a cup and took a sip, savouring the heat as it flowed through her body. She took another sip. She closed her eyes, and again replayed those words, "We can make you feel...so good." This time, the heat surged throughout her like a wave crashing against her. She gasped as her legs shook. Not from fear, but from something just as primal. Quickly, she put the coffee cup down and braced herself against the counter. Her eyes were shut tight as she imagined the figure again behind her, felt the heat from it as it wrapped around her. She felt it take hold of her. Felt its strength, its power. She felt it pressed up against her back. A long, slow sigh escaped from between her parted lips as she arched and pushed back against the iron hard prodigious cock she felt jabbing between the cleft of her ass. She did not recall this part from last night, but her imagination ran with it. The words, their meaning, now perhaps clear, "We can make you feel...so good." Yes, she thought and bit her bottom lip.
She felt its hands grasp her shoulders tightly and pull her back. Then, its mouth was beside her ear. It growled, a deep rumble vibrating against her. She rolled her head back and to the side exposing her neck. Unlike last night, she didn't resist this time. She pressed herself into it -- wanting, no needing it to take her, take her by the throat again. Its hot breath and teeth grazed along her neck, sharp teeth teasing along the gentle curvature.
Emma's breathing quickened as her heart started to race. An agitated need vibrated with blistering heat within her. She needed it to take her -- not gently but with force. To bite her, to feast on her and control her. To sate her lustful greed. This would make her feel...so good.
"Bite me. Take me by the neck. Bite me hard...and fuck me...hard!" she begged between panting breaths. She never uttered those words before. Typically squeamish, she avoided anything that could cause pain and avoided what she considered foul language. She always tried to be the prim and proper girl; her parent's perfect princess, and her husband's, John's, perfect wife. Now, the events of last night curled insidiously within her, coaxing a bestial Emma to awaken.
She felt a hand release her shoulder and take her by the throat. It mewed hungrily against her just before it reared its head back. "Yes," she sighed through gritted teeth.
Emma cried out at a sudden sharp bite, its teeth bit down hard along the crook of her neck, and its rigid cock thrust deep into her. Its hands gripped and pulled her back. Pulling her hips back with each forward thrust of his. Pulling her throat back as he mauled her tender neck.
