Content advisory: m/f sex.
Nicholas stalked over his grave and reined in the urge to kick the tombstone. After eighty-five years of being stuck in Connerton Cemetery the solitude was starting to wear on him. When the only excitement was a burial and then the watch to see if the new resident would remain at rest or arise to join the trapped residents in the cemetery, it made for a dull existence.
There were very few of the latter and none of them ever spoke to him no matter how many times he tried to engage them in conversation.
For the first twenty or so years of his imprisonment, he’d thought that he might be in hell and this was some kind of punishment as he’d hated solitude when he was a living resident of New Orleans.
He turned from his grave and stalked over to the fence. Outside the iron bars, life went on and times changed. But not for him. Connerton was his prison and nothing changed except the view of the outside.
Dried leaves crunched.
He turned his head and spied Riley, a nasty tempered vampire who sought refuge in a decaying mausoleum when his woman got on his case about something. Apparently, she got on his case a lot.
Riley was far from a friend, but at least Nicholas wasn’t alone when the old vampire was around. Riley had been hiding from his woman for as long as Nicholas had been trapped in the cemetery. Over the years, he’d developed an odd fondness for the old blood thief.
He sighed with boredom.
If only he could get beyond the cemetery gates. After years of trying, he’d all but given up. An invisible force kept him and the other restless spirits confined close to their graves.
He turned away from the deserted street and headed back through the grounds. A young woman had been buried early in the day. Perhaps she would awaken.
Something rustled under a low shrub.
Anything out of the ordinary was a pleasant diversion. He bent down for a better look and stared into a pair of bright yellow eyes.
Nicholas brightened. “Hey there, little guy, come on out and let me get a look at you.”
A black cat sauntered from the bushes and looked up at him.
“You’re a pretty little fella.” Nicholas extended a hand to stroke the black coat.
The cat swatted at him. “Hands off. I’m not a fella. I’m all woman.”
Nicholas leapt back.
The cat’s form grew and morphed. Its fur vanished, its feline shape altered until it became human.
“Holy hell. If I wasn’t already dead, you would have given me a heart attack,” he said. His gaze traveled every inch of her, taking in her curves and long legs in a bold stare.
Laughter that sounded like tinkling bells bubbled out of her. “I thought you were bored and wanted out of here.” She brushed long black hair away from a sculpted face.
Strutting forward, lithe and sexy in a blood-red dress that clung to her generous curves like a second skin, she closed the distance between them. Her tongue darted out, stroking along her full bottom lip.
Jesus, had he possessed a functioning body, he would be sporting a raging hard-on. Not that his imagination wasn’t conjuring the memory of what it felt like.
An inviting smile curled her lips. She stepped closer and her large breasts brushed against his chest.
His phantom hard-on jerked. “You’re killing me.”
She laughed again. “No. You’re already dead.”
“Okay then, you’re torturing me.”
“Doesn’t have to be torture.” She reached up and touched her breast in a slow teasing motion.
A groan tumbled out of him.
She grabbed his hand and placed it on one lovely globe. “Like that?”
Cupping the full orb, he stroked the hard nipple. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes while thrusting her chest forward. “That’s it, love, feel them.”
His other hand joined in.
She moaned and his strokes became bolder, firmer.
“Yeah, baby. That’s what I like.” She leaned forward slightly and traced her fingers down his chest, over his flat stomach, to the waistband of his pants. Deftly, she undid the buttons and then her fingers were delving inside.
Her hand closed on his cock and he jumped. “Whoa, what the hell? What’s happening?”
“I can free you from this place,” she said.”And I can give you back a real body.”
“What? How?” And why? Why would she want to do anything for him? Other than Riley, no one would even talk to him.
“I’m not like them.”
“You read my mind?”
“Yes. I’m much, much older than you, my sweet. I can do many things. Age has its privileges.”
“What are you?”
“I’m just a traveler in time. Like you. Except you can’t travel till we get you past that fence.”
“You can do that?”
“Yes, and many other things.” She stroked his cock. Shock ran though him at the realization that his body had become solid. When had that happened? “You did this,” he said in wonder.
“My gift to you.”
Slow-stroking his length, she said, “Because I wanted to.”
She gripped him harder, her stroke became firmer.
He moaned and then his hand joined hers, showing her exactly what he liked.
Still holding his dick, she maneuvered him backward until they reached the mausoleum. Then she guided him toward the door.
“No. Riley’s in there.”
“He will leave. No need to worry about him.”
“I wasn’t worried, but he had first claim on it.”
“He’ll be glad to let you use it for a little while.”
She eased him through the doorway.
Riley sprang to his feet, his gaze locked on the woman. His lip lifted off his fangs, and he hissed but he made no aggressive move.
“Leave us,” she said.
To Nicholas’ amazement, Riley skirted around them, never looking away from the woman. He slipped through the door and the sound of crunching leaves attested to his retreat.
“See, I told you the old one wouldn’t be a problem.”
“He acted like he was afraid of you.” Nothing scared Riley. That alone was enough to raise the hair on Nicholas’ arms.
“I’m older than him. I’m his elder, much stronger than him, and he knows it.”
Nicholas fully understood the pecking order of the dead as he was at the very bottom. No one except the living feared a simple ghost.
“Aw sweetie,” she said and stroked his cheek. “If you want to scare people, you have to work at it.”
“But I don’t really want to scare—”
“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “I don’t want to talk right now.”
He licked her finger.
She pulled her hand away and reached behind his neck, drawing him up until they were pressed together. His cock shoved against her lower belly and she ground against him.
A moan tore out of him. It had been so long since he’d had a woman in his arms. So long since he’d been inside a woman. Oh shit, he wouldn’t be able to last three minutes. He was halfway to losing it just from the motion of her hand.
“Don’t worry, love. It’ll be okay. You’ll see.” She let go of his dick and shoved his pants and underclothing down his legs in one shove.
He jutted his hips forward, displaying himself to her. He didn’t remember his cock being that large but it must have been. He reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking as she had done.
“Come, love, show me what you’ve got.” With a graceful sweep of her arm, she hiked her long scarlet dress up to her waist, baring pale skin beneath the silk.
He gaped, unable to rip his gaze from her nest of curls. His hand snaked out and delved into the soft hair. She spread her legs, and his fingers traveled the short distance until he touched moist flesh. Moaning, she rubbed herself on his hand.
He stroked her slick folds and then his index finger sought out her center and eased inside where he pumped his finger forcefully.
With surprising strength, she caught his wrist, stopping his motion. Then she released him. Still holding up her dress, she turned, presenting a firm, shapely ass that nearly glowed in the pale moonlight. She leaned on an elevated stone slab, supporting herself on her forearms. Spreading her legs, she looked over her shoulder. “Well, love, what are you waiting for?”
His cock jerked as though it had a mind of its own. He fitted himself up against her back and shoved his dick between her legs. Pumping his hips, he rubbed himself in her wet folds.
He hadn’t been condemned to Hell after all because he’d found Heaven. Bending forward a little, he licked between her shoulder blades in a long slow sweep. Her skin tasted honey sweet. He licked again as his hips thrust his cock along her slick flesh.
Her scent, like wild roses, filled his senses and carried him back to a time when he’d been warm and alive.
So long since he’d done this, his thirtieth birthday had been the last time. That had been the night he was murdered. Killed by the man whose wife he’d been screwing.
“Oh my dear Lord,” he said as his cock slipped back and forth.
She pushed her ass back against him and wiggled.
Sucking in his breath, he grasped himself. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access. With a groan, he pressed his engorged head to her opening and drove forward in one hard thrust, burying himself in the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever felt. Then he pulled back, partially withdrawing from her squeezing grip.
Moaning, she clenched and relaxed her muscles rhythmically.
“Oh, God,” he said and thrust back into her as deep and hard as he could.
“Harder,” she hissed.
Grunting, he drove with everything he had, pushing into wet heaven. Her walls tightened even more and he nearly cried out in pleasure.
“Aah,” she moaned and elevated her ass further.
Reaching around, he grasped a firm breast in each hand as he pumped frantically. His balls tightened. Oh shit. He was going to lose it, and she showed no sign of nearing release. He had to give her an orgasm. Failure wasn’t an option. Not after she’d given him his first pleasure in more years than he wanted to count. He pumped harder.
“What?” He faltered then stopped, but his cock remained lodged in her pussy.
“Position change,” she said. “I want to look in your eyes when I come.”
“Oh,” he slipped from her and backed off. His cock, glistening in the moonlight from her slick pussy, jerked as if seeking her heat.
“Where…” There weren’t exactly a lot of places to get comfortable.
She climbed up on the rock slab and spread her legs wide.
He didn’t need an invitation though he expected the hard surface to hurt his knees when he mounted her, but when he maneuvered into position, there was no pain. He sighed in contentment and moved up over her.
Cock in hand, he rubbed the head along her slit, then slipped inside her.
“Yeah, that’s it,” she murmured and slid her arms around him, drawing him down to her. He drove home, and staring into lovely golden eyes, he began thrusting.
His lower back tingled. “Shit,” he said.
“Don’t come yet, babe.”
He went harder.”Can’t help it.”
She hissed, then wrapped her arms around his back and with surprising strength, hauled them over so he lay on the bottom. A smile curved her red lips. “Then let me take charge for a while.”
Before he could respond, she rose up then slid down on his shaft. His prick disappeared inside her slick pussy. Then she lifted again. His cock was wet and shiny. He groaned and arched his back, wanting to feel her clenching walls again.
She laughed. “What’s the matter, lover?”
“You’re torturing me.”
Hanging suspended over him, she said, “Want me to put you out of your misery?”
She thrust downward, impaling herself on him. He grasped her hips and then she pumped vigorously, riding him hard. She flung her head back, grunting. Her breasts bobbed above him as his cock stabbed deep inside her with each downward slide. The hot, musky scent of sex permeated the air.
Oh shit. He was going to lose it.
As if sensing his impending release, she went harder, faster, pleasuring herself on him. Then she stiffened and head back, she let out a howl.
A second later, his own orgasm tore through him and he spurted hot and hard. She collapsed forward and lay over him, panting. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
She kissed him gently and extricated herself from his arms. “Time to go, lover,” she whispered.
“What do you mean? You’re not leaving already?” He didn’t want her to go. He wanted her to stay with him. How could he give up the slice of heaven she had just given him?
“Yes. I have to go now.”
“Come with me.”
Disappointment so deep it hurt physically twisted in his chest. “I can’t. I’ve tried to leave from the day I awakened. I can’t pass through the fence. There’s some kind of barrier. I can’t see it but it’s there.”
She smiled as if looking at a child. “Of course you can leave. The barrier is of no consequence if you just hold my hand. I can lead you right through it.”
“Impossible,” he whispered. “I’ve tried so many times. It can’t be done.”
“Nothing is impossible for me. Now come, get dressed and let’s go.”
He stood and pulled on his ancient, tattered clothing. Suddenly ashamed at his shabby appearance, he glanced out the open doorway with dismay. How could he leave looking like that? His clothes were so old they were literally rotting on his body.
“Don’t worry. I can get you new clothing. It is but a simple thing.” She held out her hand and he grasped it. If she could get him beyond the gate he’d be a fool to stay.
“How can you get me out of here?” he asked.
She smiled and it was like warm honey pouring over him.
“All you have to do is go willingly and let me lead you. Nothing to it.”
How could it be that easy? She tugged at his hand but he balked.
“Not afraid of leaving, are you?” She laughed and released his hand. “You don’t have to go. You can stay here for eternity if that is your wish.”
“No! Wait.” He had to go with her.
She reached for him again and he took her warm hand.
“You’ll never have to come back here.” She smiled and tugged gently. “Come with me.”
She led him toward the fence. “Don’t be afraid, and don’t let go of my hand. We’ll just walk through the bars.”
“I can’t. I’ve tried.”
“Not with me, you haven’t.” She tugged again and he allowed her to lead him forward. They crossed the cemetery quickly, weaving between trees and monuments. At the fence, she didn’t hesitate and to his delight, they walked through the iron bars as though they weren’t there at all.
He cleared the barrier.
What the hell?
Nothing looked right. The street was gone. There were no buildings. No cars. No people that he could see. But people were there. He heard them. Wails and moans floated on hot air. A putrid stench sickened him. A black rat the size of a small dog rushed at him, its huge teeth gleaming. It snapped at him but kept going.
He turned to the woman, she dropped his hand and her lips curved in a wide smile. Then she shimmered and morphed.
He screamed and leapt back.
No longer a woman, a monster stood before him. It was now a male…something…with red eyes and a mouthful of huge teeth in a wolf’s snout. A long scale-covered tail whipped around its goat-like legs and huge bat wings flapped lazily from its back.
It grinned. “You should have stayed where you were safe. But you came willingly and now you’re mine.”
“What are you talking about? What…what are you? Where am I?” It came out a dry croak.
“My realm.” It grinned again.
“Welcome to hell.”
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