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I clamp my lips around Omen’s cock, creating a deliciously tight seal so that not a drop of his monstrous cum is wasted.
The Mothman releases my head, instead clinging to fistfuls of hair. “Yes, God, yes,” he moans, and then his ultrasonic shriek overwhelms my senses—filling the cavern and echoing into the night.
I wanted so desperately to take him all, to swallow every last drop, but as I slam my hands down around my ears, and gasp in shock at the pain, his cum fills my mouth instead of my throat and I gag, coughing and spluttering in the most unsexy and unladylike way imaginable. “Holy shit,” I choke as a fit wracks my body and my lungs burn. “I think I breathed in some cum!”
Chapter Nine
Omen stares at me.
I’m covered in thick, milky-white cum. I can feel it around my mouth, spilling down my chin, to drip splattered all over my black Halloween t-shirt. “Fuck. I sort of forgot about your climax screech,” I say. “I normally pride myself on my deep-throat. I’m sorry I made a mess.” I sigh.
“Are you serious, mate?” he asks, crawling forward onto his knees to touch my face tenderly. “Are you all right? I think I nearly drowned you!”
I can’t help the snorting laughter that bursts out of me as I wipe my face on the back of my arm. “Yeah, you could say that. But I’m okay,” I promise.
“Your clothes are ruined,” he observes. “I’m afraid I don’t have female attire here, but I could fashion you a dress of sorts. And your pants are over there where I left them.”
I lean into his hand and smile. “That would be really nice. I’ll have to go back into town and grab at least some of my things, so something warm would be great.”
Omen rises and returns with a bowl of water and a cloth. “Here,” he says. “Clean yourself up while I get to work.”
The cold water is shockingly refreshing, and I hurry to wash away as much of Omen’s seed as I can, carefully pulling my dirty shirt over my head so as not to get it in my hair.
Mothman returns a minute later with a warm tartan blanket with a hole cut out for my head. He slips it over my head, and then secures it around my waist with an old belt—most likely his from when he was still a young man.
Slipping into my pants, I re-lace my boots and straighten myself out, observing my reflection in a frosted glass mirror on the cave wall. “Well, that’s as good as it’s going to get,” I surmise. “Thank you. I feel much better now.”
“No,” says Omen. “Thank you. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I run my hands over his strong, warm chest. “Not a chance,” I say. “I think I’m going to have to find my earmuffs, or pick up some earplugs, though, because that shriek of yours is kind of deafening.”
Omen’s eyes shine like blood-red rubies in the firelight. “It’s a moth thing,” he says by way of apology. “I wish I could remain silent, but my releases are so brutally intense, there’s really no way I can.”
A grin splits my face, and I stand on the tips of my toes as he leans down to kiss me. “Don’t apologize for who and what you are, Omen. We can make this work. You’ll see.”
****
There’re perhaps a few hours left of darkness when Omen carries me down the mountain, landing within the safety of the shadows of the tree line where my car is parked.
“Don’t be long, mate,” he coaxes, brushing my hair from my eyes. “I can’t be seen during daylight hours.”
“I’ll be as fast as I can,” I say, raising my gaze to his. “I’ll have a few bags with me. Will you be able to carry that much?”
Omen’s laughter is all the response I need.
“Okay, well. How will I let you know when I return?”
“I’ll be watching,” he promises. “I’ll be waiting.”
I lick my lips and nod. “See you soon.” With that, I creep from the forest and hop into my little car that looks ridiculously like a pregnant roller skate. Careful to obey the traffic rules despite my excitement, I make it home to my rental in record time. I race around the house, filling my suitcase, and half a dozen bags with my belongings. Clothes, shoes, a sewing kit, my books and art supplies, as well as some practical necessities like toiletries, some cutlery, bowls, cups, towels, blankets, and a bunch of matches from my kitchen drawer.
Glancing around my ransacked home, I take a deep breath.Am I really doing this?I wonder to myself, heart racing. No more movies, no more electricity, no instant hot water. I’ll have none of the modern conveniences I was raised with.But what does that matter when you have the love of a monster?a voice whispers deep inside.It’ll be like camping forever with the father of your monster babies!
A smile twitches the corners of my lips and I nod to myself. Yep. I’m doing this. I have no idea what will happen once I’m gone. Will I be reported missing? Will debt collectors come looking for rent owed? How long until the town of Point Pleasant forgets I ever existed? Soon, I hope. I’ll become a forgotten memory, the girl that wanted to get out, never to be seen again.
Stuffing my car, I lock the house behind me and leave the keys under the mat. It’s time to go. In the distance, the faintest glow begins to peep above the horizon. The twilight hours are gone, and the dawn is upon us. Taking the fastest way I know back to Blackwater Falls State Park, I meet Omen in the same place.
Loading all my bags onto his arms, he kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll be back for you shortly, mate. “I’ll collect the bag you left by the cave, too.”
