Entities Realm! DBD ((ghostface fanfic))

Chapter 5

His head lifts past me and I see some of his neck and collarbone. As my pelvis grows in temperature, I start to realize how much closer we actually were. His pelvis rested against my own. His hand moving catches my attention and he pulls his cloak out of the shadows.

"Found my cloak." He sits back on his heals still over me. "Did you want to wear it or does the sacrifice gown tickle your pickle?" Letting go of his leather strap I take the cloak. He moves off of me and turns around. I move quickly discarding the gown. At any moment he could have turned around and saw my undergarments. Even though he had already seen me a few days ago, in this moment I was feeling so many things in my body. Was it the effects of the flower still.

I stand up and step past him. He follows after me as I exit the tent. He points his glove clad finger over towards the tree line. I nod and sprint burst across the way towards the trees. No one sees us as we disappear into the night. Once far enough away I use a tree to stop running, the momentum I built up in the sprint had me flying. I laugh as my legs shake from the burn. He stops after me and joins in on my giggling.

"Damn, you're fast!" He says leaning on the tree I was against. I push off of it and hug him.

"Thank you." He's stiff as a board and stops moving and laughing. I pull away slightly, fear for some reason consumed me. This man wasn't my friend what was I-

His hand snaked around my body, pulling me against him with his hand on my lower back. I feel my breath get stuck in my chest. Pressing me hard against the tree. He lifts the mask just enough to reveal a soft shaven face with almost perfect teeth. 2 very sharp fangs on both sides. He licks his lips before he kisses me. His lips are soft, his actions were rough and his tongue was wet as it licked at my lips ever so often. My body reacted intensely. And I couldn't sense this odd smell. The flower. Or was it him. As the kiss got more intense, a weird powdered substance on his body started to glow. He pressed his groin into me and started to thrust his hips in a wave like motion. His cloak had rode up to my hips and my leg was over his. The burn in my region of pleasure, the growing heat. I pushed against him hard. The tree was holding me up against him as he pushed. I felt something building in me as he thrusted. His belt buckle was scraping the bare skin above my underwear band. His hand slipped from my lower back to my ass and I let out a squeak.

"Do that again." He growled biting my lip. He started to suck at my neck as he continued needing my butt. The glowing on his skin was looking insanely bright. I tried to break free and I couldn't. He was glued to me and I to him. My arms wanted him closer not farther.

Noticing the small river stream beside us. i yank us both down hard. The water splashes the glowing glitter off of him and the cool starts to sooth the heat. He was gasping for air as the mask slipped back into place shielding his face. His chest rose and fell quickly for a few moments before slowly steadying.

"You didn't by chance get that weird flower on you, did you? I asked. He gets up out of the stream and starts walking. I follow after him.

"I didn't think the pollen would have the same effects. I fell into it before that fire started." He keeps walking. His kiss had my lips puffy and buzzing. My body was still feeling lingering effects.

After a small amount of walking we came across a barn. Inside it was hay and barrels. The barrels seemed suspicious to me but ghostface man was not concerned.

Lying in my pile of hay, I couldn't sleep.

"Umm. Mr, ghostfa-"

"What?" He said.

"I.. my names Meg by the way."

"I know." He sighs and moves a bit on his hay. The sounds of it under him crinkling.

"Oh... who are you? If you don't mind me asking."

He sighs " I don't have a clue but I do go as ghostface, at least one of them."

"Theres more?" I ask him turning to face his direction.

"Well only one more. His mask is red. And he's really good at what he does. He's not really like me though. He hates cameras and destroys them. He bathes in blood. I love the art of the crime in a way. Cameras, capturing the moment. I wish I remembered why though. It feels important sort of. It also feels extremely painful, I wonder if thats why I forgot."

"You really can't remember?"

"No not a thing. I heard the entity will take your memories when you come here. What about you Meg? Do you remember your life before the realm?"

"I remember some things. Mostly nightmares." I turn over ready for bed now.

"I think mine is a nightmare too. I wish I knew what it was." He yawned and drifted to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep for the longest time. When I finally did, my mother started calling for me in the dark.