The Bride of Brahms

Chapter 16

"When times were rough, I made sure I held you close to me." -Call Out My Name, The Weeknd

Brahms POV – Last Night (Part 1)

As I drew closer to the house, the bright lights showed me more of what Cora went through. She was covered in mud and her knees where scraped and bloodied. Her skin looked ashen and she had a sheen of perspiration on her forehead, as if breathing alone was too laborious.

I grit my teeth, doubling down on my promise to kill Malcolm once I saw him.

She then began to jerk in my arms, coughing and making wet choking noises. Knowing what was coming, I immediately set her down on the ground and turned her on her side. I barely got her mouth open when she violently emptied the contents of her stomach, her body convulsing with every heave.

Once I was sure she was finished, I picked her up again and brought her inside. It looked like some color return to her cheeks, which was good, but unfortunately I didn't think to move her hair out of the way and she had fleck of vomits stuck in her red locks. She also felt so cold, and as if to prove my assumptions she began to shiver and unconsciously burrowed herself closer to me to seek heat from my body.

I would have found the exchange to be adorable had it not been for the circumstances of her being covered in dirt and bile, and with her being under the influence of god knows what.

My first thought was to get her cleaned off. I carried her up the stairs to the bathroom, where I gently set her on the floor and turned on the shower head, adjusting the temperature to be warm enough but not scalding hot.

I turned back to Cora and was startled to find her sitting up on her own and staring at me. Her pupils were wide and made her gaze look eerie. "C-can you...undress yourself?" I asked her, suddenly very nervous. She shook her head and smiled at me slowly, and though it was beautiful something sinister lay beneath it. "Nooo, Brahms...you'll have to help meee..."

The way she said my name sent shivers through my spine. This sex goddess was trying to summon the beast in me. But this wasn't my goddess, no; whatever Malcolm made her ingest, she was under its influence. It made me sick to think that this was the outcome that slimy bastard had intended for himself, and the rage began to build again. I'll kill him...that piece of shit, I'll fucking kill him.

"Braaaahms" Cora called out to me, snapping out of my murderous reverie, and I gasped. While I was distracted by my own thoughts, she had hitched her dress past her hips and had pulled her stockings down to her knees. Her lips were glistening and parted, and her chest rose and fell in heavy pants. "Pleeeaase help meee...taaake these ooofff."

Memories from her dressing in these very stockings earlier today popped into my head, and my hands seemed to move faster than my brain could react. I guess I was getting what I wanted in a way – I just wish it didn't have to be like this. I sighed at the touch of her smooth skin beneath my fingertips as I peeled her tights down her legs, and then winced as I pulled them off her feet and saw the bloodied blisters.

Then, without warning, she ripped her tiny feet out of my hands and spread her legs. I gasped, realizing that she had taken her underwear off with the tights, and I got an eyeful of her exposed sex. Her pussy lips were glistening with juices and her entrance was spread wide, as if to invite me inside. It reminded me of a ripe, plump apricot, and my mouth salivated at the thought of tasting her again.

"Thaaat right, yoouu waaana taste, dooon't you?" She giggled deviously and began to touch herself, making my mouth go dry. I realized I was unconsciously moving closer to her center, and I threw myself back with such force that my body collided with the opposite wall. "No!" I shouted, more to convince myself rather than her that I didn't want this.