The door to his bedroom creaked open as he snapped his fingers. It was discomforting to witness a vampire that could do magic like he could.
“Run, little hunter, and soon you will become the hunted,” he whispered, just under his breath, but I heard him all the same.
I stared at him for a long moment before I decided to take a chance.
Fine. I’d play his game. I’d set myself free, no matter what it took.
I rushed out into the hallway and down the grand staircase. I didn’t care that I was stark naked, I just wanted to escape this wretched place. I gripped the knob of the ornately carved wooden door leading out to the magnificent front porch and swung it open, venturing outside into the unknown. Cain’s mansion was set back in a large round clearing, completely surrounded by what appeared to be an overgrown, lush green forest. I quickly studied all around me, trying to gauge which way to go, and saw what appeared to be a path leading into the woods.
Sprinting forward under the light of the sun, I dashed through the entrance and into the forest. Pebbles and sticks scratched at the bottoms of my feet, causing me to stumble and almost fall at times. One particularly sharp stick jabbed at my thigh and I cried out in pain, pausing for a long few seconds to catch my breath. But then, rather strangely, soft moss began to grow underneath my toes, quickly covering the entirety of the forest floor. I stepped on top of it and it felt as soft as a plush carpet. It was thick enough to protect the soles of my feet from the harshness of what lay beneath.
A soft tingling of magic played across the skin of my toes.
I sucked in a breath. There was no doubt in my mind that Cain had done this. For a moment, I was a bit awestruck by his random act of benevolence, but I reminded myself who he was. He was a vampire. At his core he was a monster and hidden somewhere in this wooded land was the key to weakening his power. I would find the key to ending him.
I took off running again in search of the amulet. I sprinted for some time and my muscles started to burn before I was forced to slow down and reevaluate my next move. The forest seemed to go on forever and I eventually started walking, keeping my eyes sharp so that I could continue to analyze my surroundings. My thighs ached and soon, I was just plodding forward with no real destination in mind. Nothing seemed to look even remotely like any sort of ancient amulet.
Suddenly a vine twirled around my ankle and I tripped, landing hard on the moss on my hands and knees. More vines snaked out from beyond the trees, lashing around my limbs and lifting me up just above the ground. Another vine wrapped around my waist and underneath my freshly punished backside, which took the strain off my arms and legs. I hung there in disbelief, completely suspended from the forest floor.
Well... This complicated things.
More vines snaked out from the surrounding trees and some of them began to trace along my skin, teasing my breasts and toying with my nipples. Another ventured between my thighs, just grazing over the folds of my pussy, and I sucked in a harsh breath. The texture of the plants was rough in places and soft in others, leaving me guessing as to what was going to brush across my skin next. It was an unexpected, delicious torture and I hummed softly in both appreciation and nervous alarm.
I gazed down at my body, watching the way the plants caressed and touched me. This continued for several long minutes until my body was practically buzzing from the unforeseen attention. Shortly thereafter, a twig snapped not far ahead of me along the path and I knew that I was no longer alone. I lifted my head to find Cain standing there in front of me.
I was left entirely speechless at the sight of him.
He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black cotton drawstring pants and dark colored leather boots. His abdomen was carved like a statue of gods of old. With a sculpted chest, chiseled stomach, and lean hipbones that dove beneath his slacks, he was the picture of perfection. My mouth watered just a little and my pussy clenched unbecomingly.
“Don’t let him get to you,” I scolded myself. I repeated that single line to myself, over and over as he approached me. Gently, he reached for me, tracing the line of my jaw down to my throat. I found myself leaning into his touch, before I recognized what I was doing. He bent forward toward me, pressing his lips to my neck, and I tensed, expecting him to bite me, but he didn’t. He simply kissed me. I let free a sigh of relief, startled by his surprising gentleness.
But then, my body began to burn with fire. I knew it was his magic.
Uncontrollable heat blossomed across my skin from his kiss, surging through my veins and setting the very flesh his lips touched ablaze. I sucked in a breath, unprepared for the sudden onslaught of desire. His fingers ventured downward and twirled around my nipples, capturing them and squeezing them, softly at first. He pinched them more harshly and they hardened under his ministrations, causing me to hold my breath in anticipation. Soon, my breasts felt heavy with desire, sending tiny pulses of need straight down to my core. I felt my clit throb once, then twice; I struggled in the vines’ hold, trying to break their impossibly strong grip, but it wasn’t enough. They held fast and didn’t give an inch. I was trapped.
Cain chuckled and continued to kiss my flesh, trailing his lips down to my shoulder. His lips burned my skin with his mark. It felt as though I had been branded with his fire. I sucked in a heated breath, doing everything in my power to quell the rampaging desire in my veins, but soon I realized I was quickly losing ground against it.
No matter what I did, the rising need crackling just under my skin continued to grow, reaching heights that were far greater than I could ever have anticipated. My skin felt feverish, pulsing with unreleased passion, and I whined low in my throat.
The vines continued to taunt me. Cain did too. One thick vine in particular had taken to rubbing back and forth between my legs, before he knocked it aside and replaced it with his own fingers. He took my throbbing bud in between his thick digits and played my body like an instrument, strumming my flesh and making me sing before him.
I moaned. I struggled. I tried to hold back but it was an ever-losing battle. It was as though he knew my body better than I did.
His kisses rained down over my skin, venturing lower until he took my right nipple in between his lips. He dragged his upper teeth over my tight bud, and I keened with desire, feeling my arousal dripping from my thighs down onto the forest floor beneath me.
I should have been more ashamed. Instead, I just felt needy.
He continued to drag his fingers back and forth between my thighs, using just enough pressure to tease my pussy into a veritable frenzy, but not enough to make me come. My hips unconsciously began to move back and forth, trying to angle myself so that he’d press harder in certain spots, but he seemed to anticipate my every movement. He read my body like a book and instead of allowing me to find my pleasure, he drove me deeper into the world of desire. The promise of pleasure crept around the edges of my sanity and soon, I felt like I was going to lose all semblance of control.
I wanted to come. I needed it and he wasn’t giving it to me. I knew I shouldn’t want this. I knew he was a monster, but nothing
could have prepared me for this. None of my training had readied me to go head to head with a man like him.
He moved to my other nipple and I cried out, trying to fight against the rising tide of passion. Every inch of my flesh burnt with need and still he wouldn’t give me what I wanted.
“Please,” I begged, and he chuckled.
He lowered his head and knelt down before me. I stared down at him, watching as he gazed at my wet pussy, and then he did something I didn’t expect. He stuck his tongue out, maneuvered his face between my legs, and began to kiss me in the place where I needed it most. The tip of his tongue scraped gently against my clit and the moist roughness of it made me moan out loud. I’d never felt anything so wonderful in my life.