The Beauty the Hunter and the Hunted
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“I meant every word of it, Lily Prescott,” Lance said cupping her chin in his hand, “For now and forever. Nothing changes that.”
Lilith still felt overwhelmed with emotions, but she believes Lance. He had never given her reason not to. Their relationship had gotten off to a dramatic start due to no fault of their own, but because a werewolf had taken a romantic interest in her. Simon was harmless enough, more bark than bite, so to speak, but his father frightened her.
Lance's mouth captured hers and he pulled her close to his body. Lilith could feel that his thick manhood was already hard in his trousers.
“We're not going to make it until we get home,” she giggled.
“No, were not,” Lance agreed.
She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Lance's strong arms effortlessly supported her weight. His hands groped her ass as she ground her hips against the bulge in his trousers. Their tongues danced together from mouth to mouth, probing deep and passionately.
Lilith was quickly becoming wet between her thighs. She could feel her juices of desire pooling within her folds. Lance slid his hand under her skirt and slipped a finger into her body. Lilith moaned loudly, her carefree spirit, not caring who was around to hear or watch. She ground her sex hard against his hand as his finger thrust in and out of her tight body. Her muscles contracted around the digit, willing it deeper.
“I'm going to lay you out right here,” he growled in her ear, “I'm going to lift the layers of your skirt and lick you until you’re screaming your pleasure into the night.”
Lilith's hands trembled in anticipation as Lance lowered her to the ground. Her new husband wasted no time in pushing aside her skirts to expose her fruit of pleasure that lay between her thighs. The night air was cool against her sensitive flesh and gave her goose bumps.
Lance buried his face between her thighs and nibble at her swollen little nub. She arched her hips against his face and tugged at his hair. Her moans quickly filled the air as Lance's tongue probed into her opening. She instinctively squeezed at the warm wet intruder as if it was her husband's manhood.
The cool night air felt delightful in contrast to her moist skin as Lance brought her closer and closer to cumming. Lilith ripped open her bodice and massaged her large breasts. She squeezed them as her orgasm approached. It hit her like a warm summer breeze, but soon turned into a storm of pleasure. Her whole body felt lit ablaze with wanton pleasure.
Lance continued to lap at her clit as she called out into the night. When her climax finally passed, she lay panting in the grass with Lance resting his head against her sex. She stroked his hair as she enjoyed the afterglow of the moment.
Lilith squeaked in surprise when Lance stood and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively as he carried her deeper into the woods. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss and Lilith knew that Lance desired more than her body tonight. Her clit twitched when she thought about the last time her husband's fangs had penetrated her flesh. The thought sent a chill down her spine.
Lance put Lilith up against a tree and undid his fly. She reached between their bodies and stroked him, squeezing. Lance deepened the kiss until his lips lingered down her neck. Lilith swung her hair out of the way and waited for the bite. She squeezed Lance again and he moaned against her throat.
Lilith guided his throbbing manhood into her body. As he slid into her, Lance sank his fangs slowly into her flesh. Lilith bit her lip and then called out in pleasure. She loved being with Lance in every way.
She felt her warm life blood flowing into his hungry mouth as his manhood thrust in and out of her body. Lilith leaned against the tree for support and moved in time with him. She liked positions that allowed her to consume his whole length.
As their lovemaking continued Lilith watched storm clouds moving in. The rain washed over their bodies, making their clothes cling to their flesh, but it didn't stop them. Nor did it quench the fire that was burning inside of Lilith. She was so close to the edge that she could taste it. Her body moved frantically over Lance's manhood again and again, driving herself down harder every time until she achieved the bliss she longed for.
Her fingernails dug into Lance's flesh as she cried out her second orgasm of the night. Lilith's limbs went limp and only Lance's strong arms kept her from sliding to the ground. Lance continued to thrust up into her until both his energy and seed was spent.
Lilith stirred in herself and thought she was near waking, but the scene was merely changing. The room they were in was dark and smelled of dirt. Her whole body shook in fear, because she knew despite Lance's reassurances they were trapped. She huddled in the corner while Lance searched the cellar for any means of escape.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard him let out a triumphant cry that was followed by several loud thuds.
“I've found you a way out, Lily,” he said pulling her into his embrace.
“You've got to come with me, Lance, I can't live without you,” she sobbed.
“Go into the woods!” he insisted, “When it's safe I'll find you. Go to our cave!”
“Lance, I can't without you! Please, just come with me,” Lilith begged.
“I have to hold them off,” Lance told her, “I'll be okay! Just go!”
The sound of footfalls on the cellar steps told her she had to go now. She pulled Lance down into a passionate kiss, which she prayed wouldn't be their last. Tears fell from her eyes onto both of their faces. Lance broke the kiss and shoved her towards the makeshift exit as the door crashed open.
Lilith gave Lance one last kiss and ran. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to listen to the violence that was breaking out behind her. Lilith knew the path to the woods so she let her feet guide her. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and she couldn't hear herself think.
The nerves were on edge, but she paid them no mind.
“Run, Lily, run,” echoed around her skull as her feet moved against the moist ground.
A sudden force knocked the air out of her as it tackled her to the ground. She cried out and opened her eyes.
“No!” Lilith begged trying to force the large wolf away from her.
The wolf snarled and put its bloodstained muzzled to her throat. Lilith punched the wolf in the head again and again, but it was useless. She was powerless against the beast. It locked its blue eyes to hers and she felt its powerful canines pierce her flesh.
Lilith woke screaming.
“NO, HUNTER! NO!” she cried out.
“Are you okay?” Cinnamon's timid whines reached her ears through the darkness.
Lilith groped through the darkness searching for the Yorkie trying to assure herself that she was awake and safe.
“Lance wasn't lying!” she sobbed into the dog's fur, “Hunter tore me to pieces! I would know his eyes anywhere, Cinnamon! Oh, Cinnamon! Where's Lance? LANCE?”
“He's not here,” Cinnamon whined, “He and the other vampire left to go spy on the wolves! Then they came! They killed so many people! They shoved me and Marcus into a cage and then carried Ginger out kicking and screaming! She stabbed one of the wolves, Lilith! She stabbed him in the belly! She fought like a wild cat!”
“Is she okay?” Lilith asked.
“I don't know where she is, or Marcus,” Cinnamon whined.
“Do you know where we are?” Lilith asked.
“We're at Hunter's. He said he didn't want to hurt you or me. He even insisted that I be put down here with you, Lilith,” Cinnamon told her.
“But Lance wasn't there when they came?” Lilith sobbed.
“No, he and his brother had already left,” Cinnamon said.
“They're using us as bait, girl, this isn't good,” Lilith cried.
“I don't think there is anything we can do about it,” Cinnamon said.
“We aren't going to let Lance die!” Lilith snapped.
“Okay,” Cinnamon winced away, “Don't be angry at me! I tried to fight! One of the men kicked me until Hunter threatened to kill him!”
“Why would he do that?” Lilith asked.
“Because I need you alive and well if you're going to be adequate bait, Lilith,” Hunter's voice said from somewhere in the shadows.
“Stay away from me, you son of a bitch!” Lilith shouted, “I'll kill you, I'll tear you to shreds!”
Her anger was making her sound braver than she felt.
“Calm down, your death will be swift and painless, Lilith, I promise,” Hunter said.
“Go fuck yourself!” she shouted back.
“Temper, temper,” Hunter warned.
He said something else, but Lilith couldn't hear it over the loud crash that sounded somewhere else on the large estate.
“I'll deal with you later,” he said and stomped off.
Lilith tried the door, but found it was locked.
“Damn it!” she said fighting the urge to punch the wall.
“Lilith, there's a window over here,” Cinnamon barked.
It was too easy of an escape. Surely, Hunter would have guards posted waiting to kill her, just like he had done before.
“We can't,” Lilith said.
“Yes, we can!” Cinnamon barked, “It's the perfect time. All the guards left their posts! I can't smell them anymore.”
“I guess we really don't have a choice,” Lilith sighed.
“You have to break it though, it won't open!” Cinnamon said leaning against it.
Lilith realized that she was dressed in a floor length gown and anger boiled in her stomach. Someone had not only carried her out of the bed nude, but dressed her. She ripped the fabric of her shirt and wrapped it around her hand. After taking a deep breath and a running start Lilith punched the glass. It shattered sending pieces across the grass. She cleared it away the best she could and lifted Cinnamon out.
“All clear!” the Yorkie called back to her.
Lilith gathered her courage and boosted herself out of the window. In the distance Lilith could hear fighting, but only one guard remained by the window and he was dead.