her to go
see Caroline and Becka for the holiday. She hated the thought of not seeing
Becka open the pile of gifts already wrapped and sitting in her hall closet. It
was something she would've to take up with the General or perhaps John when he
was no longer sore at her, which might not be for a while, if ever.
“Here you go, madam. Do you need us
to accompany you?” The young guard asked as they pulled into the small driveway
outside her home.
“That won’t be necessary,” John
inserted before she could respond. “I’ll be accompanying her inside.”
“Yes, sir.”
****
John’s emotions ran heavy as he
walked Thorn to her house. He’d thought they shared something, certain she’d
felt it the same as him. Still, her words wrung loudly in his
mind. She thought him a monster. How could he ever expect her to have
feelings for the beast she thought him to be?
Stepping through the front door, he
looked around. The place seemed cold and lonely and wasn't anything like he expected. The
furnishings were small and he wondered if she even used any of it. John stood
in her living room staring at the cluster of family pictures that crowded the
wall as he heard her take to the steps.
He couldn't help but smile at the
images of Thorn and Thomas at various ages along with a couple he assumed were their parents. How happy they all seemed. He recalled
Thomas talking about his parent’s death from an automobile accident once when
the two of them were pulling duty in a rain soaked foxhole. Thorn was only
sixteen when the happy life she knew was torn to shreds. Thomas, who’d just
turned eighteen, quit school during his senior year so he could get a job and
support them. When Thorn started college
a few years later, Thomas enlisted.
John felt a need to protect her,
fight the self-imposed loneliness that her home reflected. Turning, he headed
for the stairs, taking them two at a time to reach her. Thorn was standing with
her back to him, a small red suitcase in front of her on the bed. Moving up
behind her, John put his hands on the flare of her hips and leaned down to
breath the scent of her deep.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,”
she sighed as he slide both hands further around so
they rested across her abdomen. “I don’t think, I mean, I know you’re not a
monster.”
“There's a beast inside me, Thorn. Something dark and unnatural.” He turned her in his arms so
they stood face-to-face, their lips only inches apart. “But I would never harm
you. I promise, Thorn.”
He took a deep breath against her
skin before reaching around her to sweep her overnight bag to the floor with a
thud. Only one thing stuck in his mind
at the moment, he wanted Thorn here and now.
****
Thorn’s body trembled with desire,
her cunt becoming hot and wet. Never had a man made her feel so wanton. “What,
what are you going to do?” She asked with a mixture of apprehension and excitement
as she licked her lips.
“Whatever you want me to, Thorn.” He
told her as he brushed his lips gently across hers, teasing her mouth.
“I want you, John,” she said in a
trembling voice that made him want to scream in triumph. “Make love to me.”
“Are you certain? I’m not the type to
play easy with what I want and I want you so badly,” he admitted.
She worried her lower lip as he
lowered her to the bed. Crouching overtop her, he
grinned down and Thorn could see the sharp edges of his canines. He made quick
work of her clothing, leaving her laying before him in nothing more than her
undergarments in a matter of seconds.
She could feel his hands run across
her tucked waist and strong fingers loop into the string sides of her panties,
breaking them as though they had been made of paper, baring the soft flesh of
her shaved pussy to his eyes “I don’t know where to start.”
Thorn felt his hands move to the
insides of her thighs, pushing her legs far apart as his weigh shifted on the
mattress until both of her legs
see Caroline and Becka for the holiday. She hated the thought of not seeing
Becka open the pile of gifts already wrapped and sitting in her hall closet. It
was something she would've to take up with the General or perhaps John when he
was no longer sore at her, which might not be for a while, if ever.
“Here you go, madam. Do you need us
to accompany you?” The young guard asked as they pulled into the small driveway
outside her home.
“That won’t be necessary,” John
inserted before she could respond. “I’ll be accompanying her inside.”
“Yes, sir.”
****
John’s emotions ran heavy as he
walked Thorn to her house. He’d thought they shared something, certain she’d
felt it the same as him. Still, her words wrung loudly in his
mind. She thought him a monster. How could he ever expect her to have
feelings for the beast she thought him to be?
Stepping through the front door, he
looked around. The place seemed cold and lonely and wasn't anything like he expected. The
furnishings were small and he wondered if she even used any of it. John stood
in her living room staring at the cluster of family pictures that crowded the
wall as he heard her take to the steps.
He couldn't help but smile at the
images of Thorn and Thomas at various ages along with a couple he assumed were their parents. How happy they all seemed. He recalled
Thomas talking about his parent’s death from an automobile accident once when
the two of them were pulling duty in a rain soaked foxhole. Thorn was only
sixteen when the happy life she knew was torn to shreds. Thomas, who’d just
turned eighteen, quit school during his senior year so he could get a job and
support them. When Thorn started college
a few years later, Thomas enlisted.
John felt a need to protect her,
fight the self-imposed loneliness that her home reflected. Turning, he headed
for the stairs, taking them two at a time to reach her. Thorn was standing with
her back to him, a small red suitcase in front of her on the bed. Moving up
behind her, John put his hands on the flare of her hips and leaned down to
breath the scent of her deep.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,”
she sighed as he slide both hands further around so
they rested across her abdomen. “I don’t think, I mean, I know you’re not a
monster.”
“There's a beast inside me, Thorn. Something dark and unnatural.” He turned her in his arms so
they stood face-to-face, their lips only inches apart. “But I would never harm
you. I promise, Thorn.”
He took a deep breath against her
skin before reaching around her to sweep her overnight bag to the floor with a
thud. Only one thing stuck in his mind
at the moment, he wanted Thorn here and now.
****
Thorn’s body trembled with desire,
her cunt becoming hot and wet. Never had a man made her feel so wanton. “What,
what are you going to do?” She asked with a mixture of apprehension and excitement
as she licked her lips.
“Whatever you want me to, Thorn.” He
told her as he brushed his lips gently across hers, teasing her mouth.
“I want you, John,” she said in a
trembling voice that made him want to scream in triumph. “Make love to me.”
“Are you certain? I’m not the type to
play easy with what I want and I want you so badly,” he admitted.
She worried her lower lip as he
lowered her to the bed. Crouching overtop her, he
grinned down and Thorn could see the sharp edges of his canines. He made quick
work of her clothing, leaving her laying before him in nothing more than her
undergarments in a matter of seconds.
She could feel his hands run across
her tucked waist and strong fingers loop into the string sides of her panties,
breaking them as though they had been made of paper, baring the soft flesh of
her shaved pussy to his eyes “I don’t know where to start.”
Thorn felt his hands move to the
insides of her thighs, pushing her legs far apart as his weigh shifted on the
mattress until both of her legs
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