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“Good girl,” he praised as he watched her.

He leaned back and closed her thighs around his cock. He started to move. Her own cream spread as the flushed head of his cock peeked out from between her pressed-together flesh with each forward thrust.

“That is fucking hot,” she whispered. She reached down, her hands covering the tip as it emerged, squeezing gently.

That was it. With a groan, he came. The first hot spurt landed on her breasts. He quickly pulled back, taking himself in hand, and aimed lower to cover her cunt and thighs with his cum. He was panting, his chest heaving, and he loved the way she looked sprawled before him, marked by his cum.

“Oh wow,” she breathed. “I think you’ve unlocked a new kink for me.”

“Oh yeah?” he managed, his voice still rough.

“Yes, your cum on me. I like it. A lot.” She swiped a finger through the mess on her breast, then sucked her finger clean.

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her again. She ran her fingers along his shoulders to cup his face, her thumbs stroking his jawline.

“And you’re sweaty,” she murmured against his lips, a smug little smile on her mouth.

“What about it?”

“You don’t sweat this much when you work out,” she observed. “Glad I made you.”

He let out a laugh that shook them both. “Oh, Ria. I’ll always sweat for you.”

Her smile softened at that. “Good,” she said, then glanced down. “We should get cleaned up.”

He pushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek. “I suppose we should,” he agreed, though he made no move to get up. He watched as she stretched, a movement that made him want to start all over again.

As she sat up, another chime sounded, sharper this time. Their fifteen minutes were almost up. Asterion glanced toward the speaker, then back at Ria, already wishing they had more time.

Chapter 10

Ria

The train pulled into Salem just after two in the afternoon. They gathered their bags, then picked up a rental car from an agency a few blocks from the station. Ria drove while Asterion sat in the passenger seat, watching Salem scroll past the window. The town was smaller than she’d expected, compact and old, with narrow streets lined by Colonial-era buildings, mixed in with a few modern structures.

They turned onto the main commercial road and as Ria slowed the car, she sensed something was off. The sidewalks were packed; far busier than a town this size should be on a weekday afternoon. Also, there was a woman in a full witch costume crossing the street carrying a broomstick. Sure, this was Salem, but there was also a man in a vampire cape holding the hand of a toddler dressed as a pumpkin. A group of teenagers in matching skeleton face paint rushed past them, laughing and shouting as they took videos on their phones.

“Oh, my gods,” Ria said as she checked the large screen on the dashboard.

Asterion’s head snapped to her. “What?”

“It’s Halloween.” Sure enough, the date on the display read “October 31.”

His bushy brows drew together. “Halloween?”

“It’s a holiday. People dress up in costumes and walk around pretending to be monsters, witches, and ghosts.” She gestured at the street. “All of this.”

He frowned at a man in a werewolf mask walking past the car. “They dress as monsters? Why?”

“Uh…” She never really thought of why. “Well, for kids, they go around houses asking for candy. And for adults, it’s just fun. A way to be someone else for a night.”

He seemed to ponder the idea for a few seconds. “And no one finds this offensive?”

“Asterion, they don’t think monsters are real.” As if on cue, a woman in a minotaur costume walked past, the foam horns on her headband flopping with each step. Ria had to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing.

“That,” Asterion said flatly, “is insulting.”

She lost it. She laughed so hard she had to lean her forehead against the steering wheel.