it exuded, he grew so stiff he thought the skin of his prick would tear open.
Daintily, almost comically, Amy dipped her toe in, shivering. She lowered herself to the edge and slipped in with a gasp before swimming out to him, blowing a little as she came.
‘This is incredible,’ she panted. ‘It’s cold but it’s not cold. I can’t explain it. It’s like it fills you with energy.’
He was surprised how near that was to the truth. As she held him close to her, he realised it was arrogance to think that he could protect the wilderness, keep it for himself. Whether she knew it or not Amy was in a magical space, experiencing the power and rejuvenating qualities of the wellspring.
Her skin was still warm and everywhere her body touched his there was a slick sensuousness enhanced by the cool current. They kissed again, treading water. Her hand closed around his erection and it was his turn to gasp. He squeezed her to him and for a moment they sank below the water. In that cold womb they touched and turned until the need to breathe sent them upwards again.
Instinct overtook Kerrigan. They had to get out immediately. If they stayed a moment longer, they would taint the wellspring. He couldn’t allow that. He could not be the cause of such sacrilege.
‘Come on, Amy. We’re going to drown.’
‘Don’t be silly. You wanted me to come in.’
‘I know. But we can’t do — everything in the water.’
Without another word they both slipped to the edge and climbed out. The sun was well past its hottest time but there was enough brightness to keep them warm. There was no wind at all in the shelter of the wellspring’s clearing. Where the sun still lit the grass he lay down with her.
‘Do it like before, Jimmy.’
He felt a deep need; something unnatural, a perversity he couldn’t explain. It was like a thirst for something tasted in a previous life, a flavour he couldn’t quite recall.
‘I want you,’ he said.
‘Have me, then. Take everything you need.’
Her words were petrol to his flame. He hauled her over him with a strength that surprised them both and positioned her above himself. He forced her to squat, disappearing into her warmth with grave satisfaction. Her breasts hung down to touch his chest; the prize he truly desired. He seized one, forcing as much of it as he could into his mouth. He did not simply lick and chew, he sucked. Kerrigan sucked as if his very existence depended on what he found there. He drew hard enough to bruise her.
‘Oh yes, Jimmy.’
She moved above him and he was in the heaven of her. Then it came to him. That flavour. He tasted a liquid in his mouth. He had drawn fluid from deep inside her breast. He took it into him, feeding on her. The taste was sweet and rich. He drank Amy; drank her milk.
Chapter 7
The creature lived for the night.
It spread its limbs out into the darkness as though submerged in a frigid sea of pleasure. It sensed the life in all things that slumbered and it was drawn to them. Everywhere in the forest were sleeping creatures; hidden, curled, buried or roosting. The creature knew their vulnerability and was thrilled. It could take whatever it wanted.
And so it danced.
In silence between the trees it whirled and leapt, its tattered garments barely covering its ancient, emaciated frame. It crouched and crawled and pressed itself against the earth, the nourisher of all things, that abhorred the creature and could do nothing to stop it. The creature vaulted high above the tips of the pines, twisting and diving down again beneath the open sky to land, silent among the ferns.
It was monarch of the night kingdom; the usurper of all the sun could not touch.
When its dance was complete, it sank close to the ground once more and swept towards the dwellings of the town with no more noise than a shadow. Every living thing it passed drew away from it. The very air parted before its reviled lord.
Where the lights were, where men had built their houses of
Daintily, almost comically, Amy dipped her toe in, shivering. She lowered herself to the edge and slipped in with a gasp before swimming out to him, blowing a little as she came.
‘This is incredible,’ she panted. ‘It’s cold but it’s not cold. I can’t explain it. It’s like it fills you with energy.’
He was surprised how near that was to the truth. As she held him close to her, he realised it was arrogance to think that he could protect the wilderness, keep it for himself. Whether she knew it or not Amy was in a magical space, experiencing the power and rejuvenating qualities of the wellspring.
Her skin was still warm and everywhere her body touched his there was a slick sensuousness enhanced by the cool current. They kissed again, treading water. Her hand closed around his erection and it was his turn to gasp. He squeezed her to him and for a moment they sank below the water. In that cold womb they touched and turned until the need to breathe sent them upwards again.
Instinct overtook Kerrigan. They had to get out immediately. If they stayed a moment longer, they would taint the wellspring. He couldn’t allow that. He could not be the cause of such sacrilege.
‘Come on, Amy. We’re going to drown.’
‘Don’t be silly. You wanted me to come in.’
‘I know. But we can’t do — everything in the water.’
Without another word they both slipped to the edge and climbed out. The sun was well past its hottest time but there was enough brightness to keep them warm. There was no wind at all in the shelter of the wellspring’s clearing. Where the sun still lit the grass he lay down with her.
‘Do it like before, Jimmy.’
He felt a deep need; something unnatural, a perversity he couldn’t explain. It was like a thirst for something tasted in a previous life, a flavour he couldn’t quite recall.
‘I want you,’ he said.
‘Have me, then. Take everything you need.’
Her words were petrol to his flame. He hauled her over him with a strength that surprised them both and positioned her above himself. He forced her to squat, disappearing into her warmth with grave satisfaction. Her breasts hung down to touch his chest; the prize he truly desired. He seized one, forcing as much of it as he could into his mouth. He did not simply lick and chew, he sucked. Kerrigan sucked as if his very existence depended on what he found there. He drew hard enough to bruise her.
‘Oh yes, Jimmy.’
She moved above him and he was in the heaven of her. Then it came to him. That flavour. He tasted a liquid in his mouth. He had drawn fluid from deep inside her breast. He took it into him, feeding on her. The taste was sweet and rich. He drank Amy; drank her milk.
Chapter 7
The creature lived for the night.
It spread its limbs out into the darkness as though submerged in a frigid sea of pleasure. It sensed the life in all things that slumbered and it was drawn to them. Everywhere in the forest were sleeping creatures; hidden, curled, buried or roosting. The creature knew their vulnerability and was thrilled. It could take whatever it wanted.
And so it danced.
In silence between the trees it whirled and leapt, its tattered garments barely covering its ancient, emaciated frame. It crouched and crawled and pressed itself against the earth, the nourisher of all things, that abhorred the creature and could do nothing to stop it. The creature vaulted high above the tips of the pines, twisting and diving down again beneath the open sky to land, silent among the ferns.
It was monarch of the night kingdom; the usurper of all the sun could not touch.
When its dance was complete, it sank close to the ground once more and swept towards the dwellings of the town with no more noise than a shadow. Every living thing it passed drew away from it. The very air parted before its reviled lord.
Where the lights were, where men had built their houses of
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