Servant of the Undead

"Do whatever you want."

"Take the thong off, so we don't have to waste time tearing it off you. And spread out the coat. I hate straw."

She took off her thong then stuck her ass in the air as she arranged the fur beneath her. She lie on her back, her glazed eyes unfocused. Matthew swung around and positioned himself above her, dropped onto his knees, then scooted forward until his stiff shaft brushed her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked him. Hayden took a step back.

"That's right, little bitch. Lick it, love it. It's mine." Matthew pulled her head back and shoved his dick in her mouth, the green glimmer in his eyes nearly making his face glow. "Take more, take it all."

Hayden's gut rolled and a chill of fear, heavier and colder than the wind outside, blew across his skin. He shivered, sucked in air and got a lungful of that scent. It settled across his molars and made him salivate deep in the back of his mouth.

Rachelle slid her feet to her ass then dropped her legs open, exposing her pussy again. The slick curves of her nether lips glistened, her opening a welcome sheath. She was telling Hayden to fuck her, right there on the floor while Matthew shoved his dick in and out of her mouth. Hayden hated himself for wanting to. Needing to impale her. Jam his cock into her. Shatter her.

The nasty truth came from the back of his mind. If Rachelle hadn't insisted on coming, they wouldn't have been there, stranded in the woods, captive. Lust, resentment and self-hatred exploded inside him, fighting its way up from the black depths of his soul.

"Now you're getting the idea, Hayden." Matthew moved his hips back, pulling his cock out to dangle it above Rachelle's mouth. She licked his shaft, her tongue looking small as she carefully stroked the underside as though tasting his entire dick was her the ultimate pleasure.

Her pleasure, her decision.

That's what this was all about. What she'd wanted—following the map, coming here.

Rachelle reached up and took Matthew's cock in both hands, guiding it in to her mouth as she tipped her head back.

Hayden's lip curled in disgust. For her. For himself.

"Something on your mind?" Matthew asked, spreading his legs so his hips were closer to Rachelle's mouth. The man's gaze zeroed in on Hayden's erect cock. "Because this isn't the time for talking."

Hayden was going to fuck Rachelle, and he was going to like it. He knew it. Matthew knew it.

"There's more where this came from, Hayden. I have enough for you, enough to keep you fucking all night. Women, men, whoever you want, however you want it."

"Fuck off."

Matthew's laughter made Hayden clench his jaw.

Once the howls subsided, Matthew forced his cock into Rachelle's mouth so deeply that his sac pressed against her temple. She choked then moved her head to take him in. He rocked into her, jerking his hips back and forth, driving himself deeper into her mouth. She continued gagging, her eyes wide, salvia running down from the corner of her mouth, but her mouth stayed open as though she welcomed the punishment.

"Do whatever you want," he said. "She won't remember this, not any little second."

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