I pull away her thong and touch the tip of my cock to her. She shivers, and I remove her hand from my cock. Grasping both of her wrists tightly with one hand, she anchors them against her spine. I thrust half-way up inside her. Moving my other hand to her waist. Holding her in place. In some way, she seizes control and manipulates me into her playing. I am her toy, looking at her as she satisfies herself by using me. Her hips’ movements. Her dance all over me. She stands up with my cock still inside her, her back pressed to my chest. And I lift her chin, licking her neck.
I place two of my fingers to her lips and request her to suck. She brushes them with a flat tongue, then ushers them into her mouth, soaking them. I take my fingers out of her mouth and drop them on her sensitive spot. I hold my hand over her mouth to blanket her yell as she orgasms with me inside her.
CHAPTER 21
3.Voodoo
"The tattoo is misplaced."
I stitch a puppet while we stroll in the woods. I still need a handful of leaves to fill it out, and Nox… he mentioned he has a task to tackle in the graveyard. So that is where we are heading.
"Hmm?" My fingers move deftly, looping thread through each punctured hole as if binding thoughts into physical form. The memories of us having sex should work just fine. The shape emerges—rough at first, yet unmistakably Nox. I stretch up for his hair and take a strand from his head.
"Ouch."
The hair tucked beneath the layers adds an intimate connection.
"The ‘I bite’ tattoo is too low."
I pause and look up at him.
"It is not." I extend my hand in front of me to examine the doll. "It looks just like you." I mastered a new skill. The rush of satisfaction burns my insides. I smile.
"Creepy as shit." He resumes his walk, the shovel balanced on his shoulder.
"He’s cute."
"So that makes me... cute."
"Know your limits."
Each step sinks slightly into the soft ground, muffled by layers of fallen leaves. The towering trees stand like sentinels, their gnarled roots weaving through the undergrowth like veins. As the path winds closer to the graveyard, a quiet stillness settles in. The gravestones peek through the mist, worn by time, their inscriptions softened by the sun and rain. A gentle breeze stirs, carrying the faint aroma of old stone and wet grass.
The weight of the shovel presses into his hands, and I know he doesn’t feel it. As the blade bites into the earth, its soil dense and damp, it clings to the metal edge. Each thrust sends a dull thud through the silence, the rhythmic scrape of steel against the earth echoing between the weathered tombstones. The ground yields, clumps breaking apart. His muscles coil and flex, power rippling through his arms and back as the dirt piles beside him. I watch his tattoos. Death dances through a gallery of haunting images. They cascade like waves, from his neck, chest, arms, legs, on his back. Death intertwines with his skin, telling tales of what only he knows.
I need his blood. I know, I know…
"Digging your own grave?" I am sitting on a tombstone, right leg crossed. The doll perched on my lap.
"Don’t believe I won’t take you with me." He stops digging. Crouches and starts to hunt for the bone, I suppose, with his hands. The soil clings stubbornly to the shape beneath, damp earth packed tightly around its form. His fingers pry gently at its edges, the dirt crumbles away in uneven clumps, revealing something pale beneath the surface. He smiles. The bone emerges slowly, its texture rough and weathered. A final tug separates it from the ground’s grasp. He throws it on the grass and climbs out from the hole. His foot pushing the dirt back inside it.
"What do you need bones for?"
"Making dildos for you."
I roll my eyes. "Did you kill him or her?"
"Probably."
"You don’t know?"
"I did not make it to their funerals to find out where they are buried."
"Gravestones bear names."
"I didn’t ask that either."
My pupils shift upward, dragging my gaze toward the sky and he laughs at my eye-roll. I pull a pin from my hair and jab the doll’s heart with it. Nox collapses to the ground as shadows stretch around him. The bone drops from his hand, resting silently beside him.What??? I didn’t even put the spell on the doll.I stand up and run to him. I sink my knees into the dirt and clutch Nox’s shoulders in my hands, shaking him.
