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The Cabin Part 2 - by Charlotte
Standing, I feel sex trickling down my inner right thigh and my dream from last night washes back over me. Habit, and hunger, causes me to reach down and run my fingers through the sweet wetness. I close my eyes to savor the taste of myself and bring back sticky fingers to my lips, but instead of the musky odor I expect, I smell copper. It's not my time, I can't be bleeding? Dropping the quilt from me to see, I blink at the brightness of the sun, and suddenly I am on the floor of the porch. I look out at the trees, then stare at a bee as it buzzes passed my eyes; I can distinguish the wings moving on it. J dropping his bags to run to my side is what I see next, and even though he is still 50 feet away, I can hear his heartbeat and his blood whooshing through his veins. My hand goes back to my thigh and I can feel a series of puncture wounds, 2 above and 2 below those, 4 in all. As J lifts me into his arms to carry me inside, I run my nose along his neck, and then I bite into him. I bite hard to break his skin; I bite hard to draw his blood; I bite hard and don't break loose and I drink from him. The corners of my mouth are drawn up into a satiated smile as I suckle contentedly like a baby until all goes black again.
I begin willing myself to wake up by screaming my name in my mind. "Char...Char...CHAR..", and finally I stir. I'm back on the porch in the rocker wrapped in the quilt watching as my lover's Jeep pulls up to the cabin. I rip the quilt from me to check my thigh for blood and wounds; I find both and begin to cry softly. Is this still part of the dream? Am I going to wake up again? I don't trust myself! I dart into the cabin and lock the bathroom door behind me.
J is calling for me, but instead I step into the cool stream of the shower. He'll think I have completely lost it if I tell him what I think happened to me last night. In fact, I think I've lost it myself. I start explaining away the wounds as me being clumsy and catching myself on a bush; the bruises I find on my breasts and belly from carrying the bags inside the cabin. Maybe I was bitten by some exotic bug out in the woods and it causes these symptoms, along with hallucinations, but my excuses seem as absurd as the truth.
J is banging on the bathroom door now, "Char, get that sexy, slutty, sweet ass of yours out here!". I glance in the mirror; my God I look so pale under those long, wet curls framing my face. I force myself to breathe and wrap a towel around me, and then unlock the door. As I fall into J's arms I notice his smile, and I stiffen in fear. His teeth, they have not always been that long, nor have they always been that dull in color or looked so sharp. His nails feel longer, too, as they trail up and down my spine. His cock feels like a rock as it's pressed against my bruised tummy, and his scent overwhelms me like a drug. I try to pull back from this man I love, but seems like a stranger to me.
I start to stammer about having a nightmare and he puts his index finger to my lips. My towel falls to the floor, but it only makes him laugh. Tilting my chin upwards to look at that chilling smile of his again, he asks, "So baby girl, did you go into the woods last night? I think you did, but you didn't stay to the path, did you?". Still smiling, "I can smell the sex still on you, and inside of you, Char. I need to taste it now, I need to feed from it.". He raises me up to sit me on the sink and props my back against the medicine chest mirror; I am as limp as a ragdoll. My breathing quickens as I am reminded of our lovemaking, of how J brings me to orgasm to easily with his fingers and tongue, of how I recognize MY J now from the throbbing clit he has created in such a brief amount of time.
I begin to relax and to push all the bizarre thoughts of the last day from my mind. I look down to run my nails through J's hair and over the back of his head to help me to grind my aching pussy onto his tongue. In the full-length mirror behind him I see only my reflection and I scream out in pleasure and fear...