Dick by Gaylight

Ghost Face

Chapter 3

"Hey Ghost face, you're up!" Yelled the Oni, motioning to the campfire surrounded by survivors. I shake my head, tearing myself away from my own thoughts. A quick glance showed no signs of my favorite survivor. I sigh, and grab some add ons from the chest, trying to ignore my disappointment. My fascination with Leon began the very first time I saw him. The handsome and scared survivor was hiding in lockers, trying to hide from me, quite unsuccessfully.

Something stirred in me that I quickly shoved down as I hooked him for the first time, feeling his body on mine when I picked him up. I envy killers who use magic and chains rather than having to feel the writhing and sweat of the survivors on their bodys. It's not the first time I had ever felt something for a survivor. When David ditched his shirt for the first time it was certainly talked about all over the campfire. But David is a burly and dirty man. Leon is different. He gives off such submissive energy, like he just needs something to suck on while getting his ass pounded. Slowly over the weeks and trials my lust grew stronger and my fantasies took over. Everytime the survivor ran away from me the urge to take him in my arms and steal him away from everything almost overtook me. But my fear of getting found out by any of the other killers was stronger.

I fade in and out of consciousness and finally get a good look at my surroundings. The cornfield covers most of my view. I quickly end the round with two kills and two escapes. Not that I really care. Finally back in my tent, I can continue brooding. My thoughts always lead back to Leon. How delicious his hot cum was when I licked it off his hand. The thought arouses me once again, and I flip over to lay down on my stomach. My heart races as I remember how he looked sitting on top of me, bouncing on my dick. His sweaty hair sticking to his forehead while he bit down on his lip, moaning in pleasure. And it was all for me. How quickly the young man relinquished all his power to me without a word. And then to do it again with just a simple hand on his cock. He is so easy, and so fun to play with. His big emotions consume him all the time, causing his crazy mood swings, his obsession with me. I can't get enough. Entity knows I'm obsessed with him too. He's all I can think about. But being a killer comes with a certain coolness, and detachment from emotions. It takes a lot of time and effort on my part to let these feelings in. It's been a long time since I felt something close to this, and I don't intend to lose him like I did Dylan.

The pull of the entity starts in my chest again. Hardly recovered from my exhaustion from the last round, I start out and gather my things. I glance at the fire and I see him. My little cum slut. Standing there so tall with a flashlight in hand. I shudder looking at his body, thinking of all the ways I want to have him, and all the horrible things I want to protect him from. I notice he is wearing a bloody shirt, and my heart clenches in my chest. He has been through so much pain already. I want to hold him and tell him it will all end one day. But I know better than to lie. I also know the emotional toll of falling in love with one of these humans. I swallow the lump in my throat back down. If we can just get through this match without another emotional outburst from him, maybe he can get a reward. I'm hoping the events of yesterday taught him something.

I regain consciousness once again, and take in the Dead Dawg Saloon. Not exactly the most romantic spot, but there is a bed if Leon can behave. I head to a gen and start stalking Meg. She is completely oblivious, and as soon as the exposure hits, I one hit her and she goes down. In the back of my head I know Leon heard the sound and is probably already preparing a speech about his feelings. I hook Meg and sneak away, peering behind a wall to see who comes. Bill looks around and unhooks Meg and they run off. A slither of disappointment sneaks into my annoyance of having to run them down again, when a hand grabs my arm. I react like any killer would, By swinging my knife in the direction of the idiot who would dare touch me. I hear him before I see him. "hhUUhh!" and I immediately felt regret for how hot his cry made me. Everything about him turns me on. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes, holding on to his side, "What the fuck!" he yells in my face. Behind my mask I can't help but smile. He actually found me this time, and is stupid enough to take a hit and still stay here. "I just came over to see what kind of mood youre in but I guess I'll fuck off." he says with an absolutly filthy glint of anger, which does nothing to cover the desperation in his voice. I stand up and he does the same. Still looking at me with those pretty blue eyes. I reach a hand out and motion for him to come closer, and he hesitantly walks towards me. Not sure of what I want to do, I put my arm around him and pull him into an embrace. He puts his arms around me and holds me there. For just a second I bury my head in his chest and count his heartbeats. One.. two.. It's been a long time since I've felt intimacy like this. Five.. six.. I wonder what he's thinking. Seven.. Eight.. He's so warm, and I can feel his muscular chest against mine. Ten.