Free Devil's Mountain by Bernadette Walsh Page B

continued my purposeful breathing and closed my eyes.
    Someone took my hand. I opened my eyes and was no longer on the table, but clothed in a long red robe and standing in a forest. And the most beautiful man held my hand.
    “My love,” He said, His voice harsh and guttural. And somehow familiar.
    A lone ray of sunlight made its way through the heavy woods and shone on His black hair. His pale skin glowed and His jade eyes glittered in the low light. They drew me in.
    Without another word He led me to a roaring fire outside of a cave. The fire was hot, and a small bead of sweat formed on my upper lip. The man unbuttoned the red robe and took it from my shoulders. Underneath I wore only a thin sheath of white silk that hid nothing from His probing gaze.
    I should have been embarrassed, but the hungry look in His hypnotic eyes stirred a fire within me. With a finger, he gently followed the lines of my plump, full breast.
    “So ripe,” He whispered in a harsh rasp. “So fertile.”
    That word hit me like a hard slap. I turned away. “No,” I choked out, “I’m not.”
    He pulled me to Him, His lips mere inches from my own. His musky breath filled my nose. “You could be.”
    His lips covered mine. At first soft, like the finest silk, but then more forceful, more urgent. My passion soon met His and I couldn’t help but run my fingers through His magical hair as he devoured my lips.
    He tore the sheath in two and it fell away from me, leaving me naked. His green gaze bore through me, and it was almost as if I could feel the very cells of my body change. My breasts felt heavier and skin softer, my lips fuller. It was as if He transferred His own beauty to me. I ran my hands across my face first, and then my breasts, my nipples, taut and tender. Instead of being embarrassed, I reveled in my newfound beauty.
    My skin was hot but His hands were hotter and they almost burned my flesh as they explored every inch of me. Every touch brought both pleasure and pain.
    I pulled at His golden shirt, eager to see all of Him and He seemed surprised by my daring, my need for Him. He smiled, like a wolf about to catch His prey, and ripped the silk from His body as well.
    This nameless man pushed me onto the soft grass beside the fire. Starting at my toes, His scalding tongue sucked and bit me. As He traveled up my calf and along my thighs, I trembled, not with fear, but with a hunger I’d never felt before. A ravenous, ancient hunger.
    He spread my legs and His rough, scalding tongue explored me, possessed me. Before I could climax, He stopped.
    “Don’t,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
    His animal gaze bored into me. “Are you mine?”
    I threw my head back and arched my back, inviting Him to enter me. “Yes, yes. Go on!”
    “Are you mine? Will you give me what I want?”
    My skin was on fire, dying for His touch. “Anything,” I moaned.
    A terrible smile contorted His beautiful face. “Don’t you want to know what I want?”
    I couldn’t take it anymore. I rubbed myself against Him. “Anything. You can have anything.”
    “I want you to have my child. I want to share the blood with you.”
    I don’t know where I got the strength, but I pushed Him off me. He lay on his back, more surprised than hurt. His eyes darkened, but before He could get up I pounced on him, lowering my swollen sex onto Him, allowing Him to fill me. I ground into Him and felt Him grow even larger within me. I rocked back and forth, overcome with ripples of orgasms as I fucked Him, as hard as I could. Like a woman possessed.
    Like an animal.

    * * * *
    “Mrs. Connelly! Mrs. Connelly wake up!”
    My eyelids felt like sandpaper, but with effort I opened my eyes. The overhead florescent lights blinded me for a moment.
    “Get me some bandages, quick,” Dr. Hippy-Dippy shouted to someone.
    I tried to sit up, but she held me down.
    “I’m sorry. Oh, Jesus, nothing like this has every happened before,” she said, her voice high and panicked.
    My