Witch of the Wild Woods

Chapter 5 - Spiders

Chapter 5 - Spiders

She tasted of desperation and electricity. There was a feral urgency to her kisses and searching hands as the lithe girl continued to pull Lane deeper into her. For someone who appeared centimeters away from death a moment ago, the girl had suddenly sprung strength to spare. Her soaking wet, nude body grappled onto a disoriented Lane. He was far from his long lost virginity. In this particular moment, his higher brain still functioned faster than the one between his legs.

With a gentle hand, Lane attempted to push himself back far enough to gasp for air; "It's not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but maybe dinner first? Or, your name?"

"There isn't time," She pleaded and wrapped her arms ever tighter around Lane's neck. Lane could feel her body shudder as she entered once more into their kiss, tongues colliding. Although there was physical reciprocity, the exchange was mentally one-sided. Lane knew the motions. His lips knew how deep or gentle to push against his partners'. He knew the basics. However, Lane's mind continued to distance himself from the moment. He was still looking for signs of trauma, injury, running through the script of how to best aid this girl; heatstroke, delirium, overdose? What did he need to do to make sure she survived?

What did she mean by, 'Marked?'

Lane broke off from the kiss and started searching the girl for marks, wounds, scratches. Her pearl white body appeared physically undamaged. Her modest chest heaved as she panted for breath. His hands attempted to pry the woman off himself to better examine his patient. She was stronger. Far stronger than she appeared. Her grip, tighter. While Lane's mind was distracted in the academic, literal physical care of this stranger, the woman proceeded to pull Lane's leather belt from its loops.

She savagely rolled Lane onto his back with a growl and moan. The sheer strength and animalistic want in her eyes were intimidating. Lane's attempt to lean forward was easily and quickly thwarted by the woman pinning his shoulders down onto the cedar spa deck, hard. The force nearly knocked the wind out of him. Her shaking hands tore apart the buttons holding Lane's fly together before peeling his jeans down to his hips.

"You know, it's fairly obvious," Lane said breathlessly, "You're not so helpless as you claim."

Her eyes were dilated, fixed upon Lane's. With trembling lips, the stranger spoke, "I'm marked. You have to help me. Help me. Please. Please, Lane--" She planted another deep kiss onto his lips, then several rapid, passionless kisses greedily inhaling his taste.

Lane clamped the sides of her head in both his hands, trying to hold the girl at bay, "I'm Lane. Yes. Who. Are. You? What's your name?"

"Alice," She spat out, "There's not much time left. He's coming for me."

Alice shook free from Lane's hands. Her long silvery hair, like tinsel, slipped through his fingers and shone in the refracted light dancing off the churning bathwater. Her hands kept Lane pinned down at the waist and chest. Her head swiftly dove down equal to his hips. Her teeth grabbed hold of and wrenching down the seam of his boxers.

What would Luna do in this situation? Lane thought as he felt himself pass through the girl's lips. Her head bobbed feverishly. He hadn't even been fully conscious of becoming erect until Alice had taken in his entire length in her mouth. Perhaps he should take Uncle Dan's advice, 'Live in the moment?' After all, this was a rather unique moment. Obviously, an exciting moment to say the least. On average it took time for any of his relationships to bloom into something physical. Sure, Lane and Luna had often each pursued partners for casual and continued relationships. Never could he recall either of them simply pouncing on someone in the heat of the moment without so much as an introduction.