tugged her nipples.
Chapter Twenty
What’s she doing?
Mark knew what she was doing. Appalled, excited, he watched her growing frenzy.
All wrong, he thought. So wrong.
When the beast came, Alison’s whole body twitched and bounced and she cried out and Mark was pretty sure she was having a climax of her own.
For a while afterward, the beast kept her position. Her head and arms and legs hung limp. She hardly moved at all except to pant for breath. Then the creature eased her forward and upward. Its thick shaft appeared between her legs, and Mark saw it slide out of her.
Bending over, the beast lowered Alison toward him.
Does it think I’m dead?
Mark lay perfectly still as it put Alison on top of him. Her chest, hot and wet and heaving, covered his face. Hardly able to breathe, he turned his head to the side.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
Alison stayed on top of him, done in as if she’d just finished running a mile-long gauntlet.
But the beast did nothing.
What’s it doing, watching us?
Just play dead, Mark told himself. If I make any sort of move at all, it’ll probably drag Alison off me and rip me apart.
Though her moisture had soaked through Mark’s shirt almost immediately, he soon felt a heavy warmth spreading out near his waist. It seemed to come from Alison, from between her legs.
My God, she’s bleeding to death!
But the fluid felt thicker than blood.
Mark suddenly knew what it was.
It spread over his belly, rolled down his sides, soaked through his jeans so he could feel its warmth on his leg.
Must be a gallon of it.
As he lay there motionless, the night air turned the semen chilly. But it still felt warm where Alison’s body was on top of him.
How long had she been there? Five minutes? Ten? Maybe longer. During that time, Mark had seen and heard nothing from the beast.
He felt Alison raise herself slightly.
‘Don’t move,’ he whispered.
‘Huh?’
‘Play dead.’
‘But it’s gone.’
‘Huh?’
‘It went away…a long time ago.’ Trembling, she scooted herself down Mark’s body. She flinched and made hurt sounds. She said, ‘Ugh.’ Then her face was above his, her hair hanging toward him much as it had done when she was higher above him in the clutches of the beast. Now, however, she was nearly motionless and her hair hardly moved at all. He wished he could see her face, but it was masked by shadow.
‘You came after me,’ she said.
‘Didn’t do much good.’
‘You tried.’
Her head slowly lowered. It tilted slightly to the side. She whispered, ‘Thank you.’ Then her mouth pushed softly against his mouth. Her lips were warm and wet and open.
We need to get away, Mark though. It might come back.
But Alison was on top of him and kissing him and naked. He didn’t want that to stop. He could feel her breasts through the damp front of his shirt. He could feel her ribcage and belly and groin and he was growing hard inside his wet jeans.
She lifted her face.
‘We’d better get out of here,’ Mark whispered. ‘It might come back.’
‘Don’t worry.’ Sitting on him, her buttocks on the soaked front of his jeans and heavy on his erection, she leaned forward and began to unbutton his shirt.
‘What’re you doing?’
She spread his shirt open, then eased herself down. Almost on top of him, she paused and swayed, brushing her nipples against his chest. Then she sank onto him, smooth and bare all the way down to Mark’s waist. Her skin felt chilly at first, then warm. She kissed him again.
Has she lost her mind?
But the feel of her…
This was what Mark had always wanted, to have her like this, naked and eager. And how great to have it happening in the tall damp grass of a hillside late at night in the silence and the fog!
She pushed herself up.
‘We’ve gotta go,’ Mark said.
She started scooting backward. ‘What’s the hurry?’
‘It’ll come back and kill us.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘It will!’
‘Why would it do
Chapter Twenty
What’s she doing?
Mark knew what she was doing. Appalled, excited, he watched her growing frenzy.
All wrong, he thought. So wrong.
When the beast came, Alison’s whole body twitched and bounced and she cried out and Mark was pretty sure she was having a climax of her own.
For a while afterward, the beast kept her position. Her head and arms and legs hung limp. She hardly moved at all except to pant for breath. Then the creature eased her forward and upward. Its thick shaft appeared between her legs, and Mark saw it slide out of her.
Bending over, the beast lowered Alison toward him.
Does it think I’m dead?
Mark lay perfectly still as it put Alison on top of him. Her chest, hot and wet and heaving, covered his face. Hardly able to breathe, he turned his head to the side.
And waited.
Nothing happened.
Alison stayed on top of him, done in as if she’d just finished running a mile-long gauntlet.
But the beast did nothing.
What’s it doing, watching us?
Just play dead, Mark told himself. If I make any sort of move at all, it’ll probably drag Alison off me and rip me apart.
Though her moisture had soaked through Mark’s shirt almost immediately, he soon felt a heavy warmth spreading out near his waist. It seemed to come from Alison, from between her legs.
My God, she’s bleeding to death!
But the fluid felt thicker than blood.
Mark suddenly knew what it was.
It spread over his belly, rolled down his sides, soaked through his jeans so he could feel its warmth on his leg.
Must be a gallon of it.
As he lay there motionless, the night air turned the semen chilly. But it still felt warm where Alison’s body was on top of him.
How long had she been there? Five minutes? Ten? Maybe longer. During that time, Mark had seen and heard nothing from the beast.
He felt Alison raise herself slightly.
‘Don’t move,’ he whispered.
‘Huh?’
‘Play dead.’
‘But it’s gone.’
‘Huh?’
‘It went away…a long time ago.’ Trembling, she scooted herself down Mark’s body. She flinched and made hurt sounds. She said, ‘Ugh.’ Then her face was above his, her hair hanging toward him much as it had done when she was higher above him in the clutches of the beast. Now, however, she was nearly motionless and her hair hardly moved at all. He wished he could see her face, but it was masked by shadow.
‘You came after me,’ she said.
‘Didn’t do much good.’
‘You tried.’
Her head slowly lowered. It tilted slightly to the side. She whispered, ‘Thank you.’ Then her mouth pushed softly against his mouth. Her lips were warm and wet and open.
We need to get away, Mark though. It might come back.
But Alison was on top of him and kissing him and naked. He didn’t want that to stop. He could feel her breasts through the damp front of his shirt. He could feel her ribcage and belly and groin and he was growing hard inside his wet jeans.
She lifted her face.
‘We’d better get out of here,’ Mark whispered. ‘It might come back.’
‘Don’t worry.’ Sitting on him, her buttocks on the soaked front of his jeans and heavy on his erection, she leaned forward and began to unbutton his shirt.
‘What’re you doing?’
She spread his shirt open, then eased herself down. Almost on top of him, she paused and swayed, brushing her nipples against his chest. Then she sank onto him, smooth and bare all the way down to Mark’s waist. Her skin felt chilly at first, then warm. She kissed him again.
Has she lost her mind?
But the feel of her…
This was what Mark had always wanted, to have her like this, naked and eager. And how great to have it happening in the tall damp grass of a hillside late at night in the silence and the fog!
She pushed herself up.
‘We’ve gotta go,’ Mark said.
She started scooting backward. ‘What’s the hurry?’
‘It’ll come back and kill us.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘It will!’
‘Why would it do
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