Page 9 of Beautiful Nightmare

It’s almost immediate; his cum begins to fill me, and his movements slow, relishing his victory.

Hair is falling around my face, some sticking to the beads of sweat that have decorated my skin. Itdoesn’t bother me as I rub my clit a few more times, milking every inch of this orgasm and his cock, taking everything I can from them both.

Prince purrs, “I fucking hate you. I will always destroy you because you are mine.” The muscles in my chest clench, refusing to let me feel the impact of his words, just before he pulls out of me.

I am not a possession. He does not own me. I simply tolerate him.

Breathlessly, I rise, not responding. My dress shimmies slowly back down my body, covering up what was just on display to him. It doesn’t take long for me to feel our cum dripping down my inner thighs, and I do nothing to stop it. Instead, I spin around on the tips of my toes and look into his dark eyes. Teardrop tattoos stare back at me. White hair hangs, disheveled-looking, over his pale forehead. Leaning forward, I place my hand onto his exposed bare chest, compliments of his unbuttoned dress shirt.

This is how he always dresses. Smart trousers and undone shirts paired with dress shoes. Sometimes he honors us with a suit vest.

Prince is one of the most pretentious twats I have ever met.

Leaning forward, our lips are only millimeters apart. His face is flushed, and his nostrils flare.

Grinding my pussy against his cock, he is aroused once more, and I couldn’t care less as I smirk to myself.

Whispering, I remind him where he stands with me, “Lock up when you’re done,” adding a cheeky wink before skipping past him.

An audible sigh follows when my back is turned, but I am unable to see his annoyance with me. How unfortunate.

Leaving my childhood home, memories remain of this evening, but I feel nothing.

He has managed to kill me once more.

6

PRINCE

Royce walks through the woods, my cum dripping from her cunt. With the cool night’s temperature, I know it’s already starting to dry on her inner thigh. The permanency of it fills me with overwhelming satisfaction.

I’ve hated her since the moment I arrived in this forsaken place. My abilities disappeared, and resentment overflowed. As the years passed, anger and loathing turned into a game with her, and I regret nothing and feel no remorse. I’ll forever be her hunter, and she, my prey.

My displeasure doesn’t solely fall upon Royce; Agatha also collects a share of it, but I do not crave to taste Agatha as I do Royce. That old bitch livesbecause I allow it and will continue to live until I allow it no more.

Brushing my hair off my forehead, my eyes still following my sweet Royce, bright colorful lights bounce through the large, bare hanging tree limbs. Then something unusual happens; my sweet girl adds a skip and a hop to her step as her ever-so-unique hair sashays back and forth across her long, lean back.

Why is she happy?

The Fright Night Carnival graces our town each year with grungy yellow-and-red tents that have dulled over time. Rides that make small children violently vomit afterward or jump with horrific glee. Sideshows are a given. Our entire town of Hollows Grove is a fucking sideshow, for crying out loud. Yet the crowds gather to have one night of fake thrills.

Perhaps one day I will give this place a thrill worth remembering. Until then, I digress.

Reaching the edge of the forest, my eyes continue to watch Royce. Her feet skip with more speed as she races down the long, grassy hill.

Before following suit, I peer up. Looking from far above our town, off in the distance, I spot Trick or Treat, the local strip joint. The sign shines in brightneon pink against dark wood, showcasing one of its many talented witches who work there. But for a brief moment, my mind wanders. Ditching my sweet girl for instant gratification would be less of a hassle; however, I crave the chase too much. I feel my cock twitch against my trousers. To not huntherwould only send me spiraling and spinning.

Sweeping my eyes back toward Fright Night, Royce’s silhouette frolics farther away from me. My feet move, on instinct, with no thought. The smell of her fragrance lingers in the air, warm vanilla with seductive oud, a sensual earthy note, and I follow, knowing it will lead me to her.

Dry grass crunches beneath my shoes, the slant of the hill propelling me forward. My gaze moves down, watching my movements to ensure I don’t fall or trip over myself and make a fucking scene. As I reach the bottom, mesh fencing greets me, trapping everyone inside. I smirk. Oh, what a sight to be seen.

The vision of screaming crowds and roaring fires greets me. Blinking once removes it from my forethought; it’s only torture when I realize I cannot act upon it.

Following the fence line, my fingertips touch the cool metal, sliding against it as I walk. The sight ofwitches, goblins, fairies, and ghosts, both families and couples on dates, appears as I turn around the corner to be greeted by the entrance. Two black booths block the opening, and an orange crossbar rises with each payment to the cashiers, who are skeletons with name tags. Luke and Yeti. Neither have eyeballs; how they got this job is perplexing, but nonetheless, their system seems to be working. Stepping up, I hand Yeti a twenty from my wallet. The orange bar rises, and he, I assume, waves me through. “Make it out by midnight, or you’ll never escape.” Raising my brows at the ominous statement, I nod and walk through.

The sound of classic carnival music greets me, the smell of fried shitty food lingers, and the sideshow freaks mingle, attempting to draw people into their booths and tents.

Some have chaotic pink, purple, and green hair, pale skin with cool-tone death makeup, long nails, and scantily clad garments hiding their pelvis regions with black tape formingX’s covering their perky nipples. One walks over to me, his stiletto nail scratching under my chin and causing my head to turn. His eyes are seductive, and as he narrows his lips, white smoke faintly dances from his breath. The aroma is alluring, my eyes hood and my heartbeatcan be heard in my ears. Biting my lip, I inch forward, sucking it in. It electrifies my body. Placing my hands on his strong chest and my cock grinding against his, I whisper breathlessly, “Later, I’ll come back for you.”