Cora spotted him
again. Tonight he was across the street from her. She had seen him frequently
over the past three days and she knew he had come for her. The first time she
had seen him she had been frightened but was not anymore. She knew someone
would come and she was now glad it was him. For as she saw him more and more
her fear had dissipated in the face of a much stronger emotion. Lust. He was
stunning, his intense brown eyes so dark they were almost black with heavy
brows set above them. Even from the distance he kept she could see the fullness
of his lips, the sharpness of his cheekbones and the springy mass of loose
curls that adorned his head. Funny, she would never have thought the angel of
death would be beautiful.
She stood still
now, refraining from rushing away from the sight of him as she had for the past
two days. She knew the time had come. Today was the third day of his appearance
and the significance of the third was not lost on her. He also had stopped
walking and regarded her oddly now, his head cocked slightly, undoubtedly
wondering why she was not hurrying on her way at his presence. She saw the
slight widening of his eyes as she crossed the street to approach him.
Standing before
him now she looked him over. He was more gorgeous than she had thought. The
intensity in his eyes was mesmerizing and she blinked rapidly, trying to break
the spell enough for her to speak. He was a few inches taller than her in her
heels, just shy of six feet if she had to guess. Her watery bright green eyes
swept over his face noting the impossibly smooth skin that ran out where the
stubble that covered his jaw began. His mouth was slightly open and she saw the
tips of white teeth within it. His lips were fuller then she had first thought,
enticingly so.
“You’ve come for
me,” she stated simply, her voice tremulous.
“Yes,” he
responded.
Cora’s back
arched involuntarily as the silkiness of his voice lightly brushed over her.
She blinked once, languidly, almost dreamily. She did not even try to fight her
body. It seemed both desperate to flee from him and move closer to him. Stuck
between the two extremes, she stood where she was and tried to avert her eyes
from the intensity within his but could not.
“How… how does
this work?”
He maintained
his stare as his melodious voice sounded again.
“I can take you
here or someplace else. Your place if you would like. But it has to be
tonight.”
She nodded. She
knew as much. She blinked again and was almost amazed at the feel of tears
running from her eyes. She was not sure why she was crying. She was not afraid;
she was ready. He cocked his head again as if surprised at her reaction,
perhaps surprised she did not protest his words, and waited for her decision.
“Will it hurt?”
She questioned, her voice wavering.
He shook his
head as his face remained stony. Only his eyes showed any emotion at all and
Cora could not read the look within them. Something swam readily through them
but the sentiment was foreign to her. He reached out to her and she gasped when
he gently took her chin in his hand. She thought he would feel cold but his
hand was warm. His thumb traced the plump curve of her lower lip.
“I can make it
pleasurable,” he offered.
She should have
been surprised by this but she was merely relieved. She nodded slowly
submitting to the idea. It was going to happen either way and all of a sudden
the thought of leaving this world in his arms was extremely appealing. She had
no doubt he could read her receptive body language. She had leaned forward
slightly when he had touched her, their bodies close now. Passersby would see
them as lovers, especially with how intensely he regarded her. When his other
hand alighted on her cheek, Cora closed her eyes and rubbed gently against it.
She did not open her eyes until he spoke again.
“Your
apartment?”
She shook her
head now. “No, your place.”
He blinked and
pulled his hands back. Although his own body language was guarded, she knew she
had surprised him. He stared at her in silence a moment and then nodded slowly.
“Come.”
He extended his
hand to her, slender and long-fingered, his palm held upward invitingly. She
placed her hand in his and his fingers entwined through hers and then curled
over her hand. She relished the feel of him, warm and comforting, enticingly
so. Wordlessly they began to walk.
Several minutes
passed in silence and she thought of nothing but how she had arrived here, at
the hour of her death, at the tender age of thirty-eight. Ten years ago things
had been worse than they were even now. She had been desperate and had agreed
to the arrangement. Ten years of happiness, ten years of bliss. Ten years of
her heart’s desires in exchange for the remainder of her years when the decade
had ended. Faced with a lifetime of loneliness, desolation and destitution, it
had seemed like a fair trade. Even now, at the end, even though six months ago everything
she had treasured for those ten years had ended, she had no regrets. She had
spent a decade with a man she adored and who loved her back with the same
intensity, she had had a successful career and she had lived more than
comfortably. Her life had been perfect. And she had truly treasured every
moment because she knew it would not last.
He stopped
outside a building. It was a ramshackle structure and as she looked about she
realized they had walked to an impoverished and crime-ridden part of the city.
She shrugged inwardly. This too seemed fitting. She had after all started this
journey in a similar setting. He released her hand long enough to hold the door
open for her but then took hold of it again once they were inside. He led her
up the worn and rickety stairs and she ignored the strong and pungent smells
that assaulted her nose. The stairwell reeked of pot, mold and urine.
When they
emerged on an upper floor new scents took hold of her senses. Stale cooking
odours and cigarette smoke now added to the mix. A moment later she found her
reprieve when he unlocked a door and once more held it open for her. She
stepped over the threshold and looked around.
His bachelor apartment
was sparse but impeccably clean. It was a small space sporting a tiny kitchen,
even smaller sitting area and sleeping quarters. An open door to the side led
to a bathroom. She had no doubt it too was as clean as the area before her. He
closed the door and immediately pulled her closely to him.
Cora felt the
heat of his body through their clothes and she pressed closer to him as his
lips found hers. Soft and pliant they kissed her tenderly, slowly exploring
hers. She yielded to him instantly as one arm wrapped around his slender
shoulders and her other hand nestled into his hair. Her fingers raked though
the curls as his hands glided down her back, applying minimal pressure and
making her yearn for him to touch her with more conviction. She pushed against
him and felt the hardness of his muscles against her torso as she felt another
hardness press against her inner thigh. She circled her hips for him and his
hands slipped lower to take hold of her buttocks. He squeezed them firmly as
his arms held her tightly against him. His slim build belied his strength for
she could feel it humming within him and she knew he was holding himself back.
Desperate to
feel more, to draw that strength out of him, suddenly intent on being ravaged,
Cora deepened her kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth. He responded
readily, his tongue slipping over hers, battling her for control. She withdrew
hers, intent on doing nothing other than submitting to him. She relaxed her
body and felt the strength in his arms as he held her up now, so malleable had
her body become. He pulled his shoulders back, breaking their kiss, to see her
face. She still could not read the expression in his eyes but she saw something
new in them, something strong and it glinted brightly in his unfathomably dark
irises. She hoped it was lust.
“Are you sure
this is how you want it to be?” He asked.
Truthfully she
had not known there would be any choice in the matter. Her life was to end
tonight, that much was made clear a decade ago. She had not known what shape
death would take when it came for her but now, held securely in his arms, she
would not have this any other way. She nodded once but with certainty.
“Take me.”
They were fine
last words. They were yielding yet still sounded strong, almost as if all of this
was her choice. He seemed satisfied with her answer and kissed her again.
His own need was
evident now and his erection dug firmly into her thigh now. He moved his hips
against her as he deepened his kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with both
slow ease and a persistence seemingly born of haste. He was such a
contradiction and that pulled at her arousal, drawing it forth, fanning it and
slowly blowing life into the embers there. Her fingers moved to his shoulders
to grasp them securely as she attempted to pull him closer to her. He broke
their kiss again, his eyes brighter than ever and he stepped back.
He looked deeply
into her eyes now as he reached out and began to unbutton her dress. He deftly
undid the long row of small buttons that ran the length of the dress from her
cleavage to just above her knees. As his hands passed her waist, he slowly sank
to his knees before her, never once breaking eye contact. He finished with the
buttons and then pushed the material aside with his hands as they gently
caressed her thighs. He moved deliberately, his fingertips tracing large
circles over her skin.
Cora sucked in a
breath. His touch was relaxing and invigorating at once and she once more
marvelled at the contradictions he embodied. Keeping up his unhurried pace he
worked his way up her thighs to her hips. Here his fingers slipped under the
waistband of her panties. He then slowly pushed them down, over her hips and
down her legs to her feet. She stepped out of them and his hands were
immediately back upon her now working their way up from her ankles.
He gently traced
the muscles in her calves, drawing deep breaths from her. And he was still
staring directly into her eyes. Waves of arousal crashed into her now. She had
never had a lover take so much time, take so much care. His hands almost
ghosted over her flesh now as he moved them achingly slowly up her body. When
he again reached her hips he glided his hands back to her behind as he leaned
forward.
She gasped
sharply when she felt the heat of his mouth upon her. His tongue moved maddeningly
slowly as his hands gently massaged her backside, his tongue dipping into her. She
groaned as she kept her eyes locked with his. He continued his steady pace, his
tongue alternately flicking across her lust-engorged folds and then gently
probing her. He was not trying to drive her to her release quickly, he was not
priming her for his own use. He was exploring her, tasting her. He was savouring
her and a low moan escaped her lips.
He sustained his
movements until she found her release. Cora was certain she would have
collapsed had he not grasped her hips tightly when she climaxed. She dug her
fingertips deeply into his shoulders and threw her head back as her body was
wracked by spasms and she cried out loudly. When she was able to look to him
again she found he was still staring up at her and her desire immediately began
to build again.
He rose to his
feet and pushed her dress over her shoulders, his hands sliding silkily over
her inflamed skin. The dress audibly fell to the floor. Aside from their impassioned
breaths, the room was completely silent. He reached behind her to undo her bra
and it soon joined her dress.
She stood
utterly naked before him but did not feel exposed. She had never been so
comfortable with another. He maintained his eye contact as he disrobed, moving
quicker than with her but still continuing an easy pace as he also upheld his
eye contact. Her eyes kept flicking down to his body but he continued to only
stare at her. Her furtive glances informed her he was thinner than she had
thought but was still tightly muscled with roping veins and sinuous tendons
standing out against his skin everywhere. He was glorious in his nakedness, his
erection stood strong and proud and would be the envy of many a man.
He wordlessly
pushed her back now, gently as she had come to expect, his hands on her hips,
until they reached his bed. She was almost unaware of how she came to be on her
back in bed with him astride her. He had moved her into this position but she
could not recall how. She could not look away from his eyes any longer, not
even when she felt his erection pressing against her, ready to enter her. She
merely nodded slightly and he pushed forward, sliding into her bit by bit as he
intensely watched her reaction.
She shuddered
slightly at the feel of him leisurely possessing her. She could feel every
millimeter of him as he moved within her. She could feel herself slowly
stretching to accommodate his girth, then felt her hot flesh cling to him as if
it tried to keep him deeply entrenched in her. He began to move, once more
maintaining a relaxed pace and she marvelled at his self-control. She wanted to
grab him and thrust madly against him. She wanted to claw his back and scream
out obscenities but she had submitted to him and the pace he had set.
He kept up his
smooth and steady speed, gently nudging her closer and closer to another
release. He moved with purpose, circling his hips, slowly but surely increasing
the force of his thrusts and she began to move with him, tightly gripping his
shoulders and moaning. She could see the mounting passion within his eyes as
his pace increased in both speed and intensity.
Then she was
moving shamelessly, no longer in control of her motions, her body responding to
his gaze, to his movements. He twitched within her and she knew he was close to
his own release. She bucked against him, eager to feel him explode inside her
but he withdrew suddenly. Before she could react, she found herself face-down
upon the bed. He quickly entered her from behind, his body propped up on his
outstretched arms, only his thrusting pelvis touched her now.
Cora rose up
onto her elbows, desperate to feel more of his body against her. He allowed
this as he continued to move and she was elated. She was desperate to see the
intensity in his eyes again but she was too aroused, too close to another
release to protest verbally. She moaned loudly now and with abandon, the new
position allowing him to plunge deeply into her. She twisted the blanket
beneath her tightly in her hands as he continued to drive into her, his
movements growing more forceful.
When her climax
crashed down upon her, he grabbed her chin with one hand as he bent his head
down to her. He kissed her passionately now, his mouth hard on hers, his tongue
plunging into her eager mouth. She cried out against his mouth and felt his
release, felt him stiffen momentarily and then resume a leisurely pace once
again. She shuddered beneath him, her muscles humming in the aftermath of her
orgasm. He continued to kiss her and she felt it begin.
She could feel
her self, her essence, being drawn
out of her body. She tried to pull away from him but he held her fast. Panic
flared within her momentarily but was quickly replaced with an emptiness so
profound it brought tears to her eyes. This was it, the end, the moment of her
death had arrived. Despite the scorching agony of the void she felt expanding
within her, she forced her body to relax and once more utterly yielded to him.
* * *
Jedidiah
redressed her. She allowed him to manipulate her body to do so, she was
extremely compliant under his hands. She stared at him the entire time but he
avoided her eyes now. His penance was taking humans but he could not bear their
vacant eyes when he had finished. His task complete, he led her to the door.
When emptied these beings were no longer his concern. Shifting his eyes to the
floor, he spoke.
“You must go
now, Cora.”
She nodded
numbly and walked through the doorway. He shut the door after she had gone and
then closed his eyes as he leaned forward. His forehead made contact with the
smooth hard wood and he rested there a moment. Then, releasing a deep sigh, he
turned from the door and returned to his bed. He slid his now satiated body
between the sheets, and pulled the blanket over himself. He could still smell
her and he turned on his side and scuttled to the edge of the bed, away from
the place he had taken her.
He sighed again.
Bringing her here was stupid, possessing her physically was even stupider. He
knew better, and he questioned why he had been swayed by her. He closed his
eyes again and forced his mind to drift away from thoughts of her, toward
thoughts of the time he would be done with this, when his duty, and his dreadful
penance, would finally end.
He rubbed his
head against the sheet here, where her scent blessedly did not linger. He relaxed
his body and relished this feeling, the fullness of being whole, the short
period of time he had before the emptiness within him returned and he would
seek out one of them again. Jed squeezed his eyes shut against the memories of
the countless faces of those he had taken. They always resurfaced now, during
the only restful time he had, the only time he felt satisfied, threatening to
destroy the hours of reprieve he had before the hunger reared again. He
concentrated on the sound of his breaths, on the feel of the rise and fall of
his chest. He focused on the absence of the gnawing hunger that normally
dominated his existence and forced him to take one after another of the
wretched humans he fed on. He began to count his breaths in hopes doing so
would lull him into a much needed sleep. He could only hope it would be
dreamless.
* * *
By the time Cora
made her way to the street outside the building the horror of her new existence
was clear. She felt nothing. She was aware of what she had experienced with him
and how wondrous it had felt. But as fresh as the experience was, she felt
nothing about it now. She felt nothing at all. She was devoid of any emotion.
The searing emptiness mercilessly tore through her. She understood now, exactly
what he had done, exactly what selling her soul truly meant. Death would have
been kind. She could not even feel horror at her current state. She could not
feel anything at all.
She stood on the
sidewalk a moment watching the passing traffic. The approaching bus was
travelling fast. Perhaps the driver was running behind schedule or maybe just
anxious to blow through the amber light before him. His eyes were trained on
the road before him, watching for cars from the intersecting road in case they
jumped the green light on their side. He did not see Cora step into the street.