Part 17 (2/2)

Pallo was still hard and velvety smooth in my hand. He hadn't come yet, and I knew he waited to be in me. I moved my hands up his chest and stopped over his heart. I pushed him backwards onto the bed. He still had hold of my hair, so I fell with him, on him. My legs wrapped around his waist. He was pressed under my body. I lay down on him gently and felt him, still hard, against my abdomen. I kissed his neck, tasting him, loving him. He had grown so warm. He felt human to me now.

I raised my face over his. I looked for approval to continue. The tip of him pressed against me, waiting to enter. I took that as a yes, and slid down onto him. He filled me up. I let out a tiny scream, and clutched the arms that he moved up around me. I eased myself down further. I could feel him high and deep inside me. I slid my hips up and down slowly. He whispered something to me, but I didn't hear what it was. He was so large that I felt as though I would break. But, if I did break, I wanted it to be with him in me. I put my hands on his chest and sat up on him. My eyes widened as he went deeper into me. I didn't know how much more my body could take, but I was willing to give it a try.

I looked into his face. His beautifully dark, crisp brown eyes were taking me in as he reached down to put his finger near the point of entry. That one touch brought my body. My legs tightened and a rush of power swept over me. I cried out as I pushed it outwards. I had tried my best to control it. I hoped it worked. I felt Pallo start to tighten below me. He was still trying to maintain control of himself. I rode him so hard and fast now that my breathing grew irregular. My power flowed through me freely. He felt it, too. He looked up at me and seized hold of me, flipping me over.

I found myself lying on my back. He was inside me and I felt the effects of him bringing me. He slid himself almost out of me. I grabbed at his b.u.t.t, pulling him back into me. His upper body tightened as he held himself up on his arms. I looked down and saw him slipping back into me slowly. The sight of him going into me was too much. I started making tiny noises, combinations between moans and grunts. He pushed into me slowly and pulled out. I clutched at his body and tried to pull him to me. He was stronger than I ever hoped to be, so he didn't budge. I looked up into his loving face. He looked like he held back. He was afraid he would hurt me. I remembered the bruises on Sandra's thighs. He was used to hurting women and he didn't want to do that to me.

I pulled my body up and whispered between moans, ”Harder.”

He let his body fall down onto mine, pus.h.i.+ng himself into me hard. I grabbed at the backs of his arms and felt myself biting down on his shoulder. His thrusts came faster now, each one felt like he drove my body into the bed. I screamed out, power flowed over my body again. I myself tightened around him--contracting him, milking his every thrust.

Pallo's head flew back as he arched his back. His hips slammed against me. Warmth spilled from him and into me. I shuddered. ”Gwyneth...” he said, breathlessly.

I closed my eyes. They felt different now, they felt warm and odd.

Something dark appeared behind Pallo. His head was still arched back as he finished releasing himself in me. Something snarled and I dug my fingers into his arm. He looked at me. My eyes were wide with horror. I knew that sound, I had heard it before--h.e.l.lhounds.

”What a show, what a show!” Talia's voice echoed off of the high ceiling.

Pallo froze, still pressed inside of me.

”Oh, please do continue. I have not seen such a display of raw s.e.x in quite some time.” She said. Her voice made my skin crawl.

Pallo didn't move from me as he spoke to her. ”How did you get in here?”

Wicked, high pitched laughter filled the room. ”You should pick your bed mates more carefully if you want to stay locked away in a mystical portal.”

I could hear that Talia moved closer to us. Growls came at us from the foot of the bed. ”Really Pallo, if you are going to f.u.c.k little Si girls, you should at least make sure they can control themselves when they come. She opened the door wide for us.” Talia's voice came nearer.

I looked up at Pallo's face. I didn't realize that was what I had been doing. I didn't know what to do with all of the power I felt, so I had released it blindly. Pallo leaned down to me and kissed my mouth long and hard. He pulled himself out of me and turned to face Talia.

”Oh, Pallo, please do not stop on account of us,” she said, standing at the foot of the bed. She was dressed in a pair of red leather shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a tiny red spaghetti strap leather bra. The red of her outfit was identical to the color of her hair. She looked like a homicidal stripper.

I noticed that she was surrounded by a pack of h.e.l.lhounds. They covered the room. I lost track of counting at around twenty. I figured that it didn't really matter after that. We were screwed.

Pallo moved off of the bed and stood. Several of the hounds growled at him and came closer. He didn't flinch. He bent down slowly, and reached under the side of the bed. A large brown h.e.l.lhound crouched low to the floor, ready to strike.

”Talia, could you tell your children to back down? I would like to cover myself,” Pallo said bringing something back up with him when he stood.

”But you are such a work of art Pallo, why must you cover yourself?” she held a black whip in her hand.

Great--crazy, h.o.r.n.y, and armed.

One of the h.e.l.lhounds sniffed at the other side of the bed. It put its face near the side of my leg. It made strange noises. I thought it would push its face right into my crotch. I felt so naked, so exposed. I was afraid that one of them would attack me if I moved.

My eyes went to Pallo who stood next to the bed. He tossed something silky and black onto my thigh, and then began to step into his pants. I slowly reached down to retrieve it. I picked it up and saw that it was a long black nightgown. This was not anything that I owned, but at this point I didn't care whose it was, I just wanted to cover up. I lifted it over my head slowly. I could feel the red, glowing eyes of the h.e.l.lhounds watching my every move. I put my arms through the tiny straps and pulled it over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I had to pull my hair out of the back of it so I could move more freely. I moved towards Pallo.

”I am disappointed, but I will get over it,” Talia said. She walked around the edge of the large bed. She wore long, red leather boots with four-inch spiked heels. I had to admire a woman who could walk steady on those, even if she was a little off in the head.

Pallo didn't move. He stood tall in front of me, looking at her. ”What do you want?”

Talia raised her finger in the air, and wagged it back and forth. ”Shame on you, Pallo. You know what I want. She killed one of my pets. I want revenge.”

I thought back to Jacob's body lying on the floor spread wide open from the touch of my hand. I cringed. One of the h.e.l.lhounds rubbed close to Talia's leg. Its front paws looked burned. I knew that was Jonathon, staring at me with eyes of fire. I could feel his rage. He wanted me dead for killing his brother. I swallowed hard, knowing that he'd get his wish soon enough.

”So, what do have in store for us?” Pallo asked. ”Killing us here would not be exciting enough for you.”

Talia smiled wide, exposing her fangs. ”You know me well.” She bent down and rubbed the top of Jonathon's head. ”Soon,” she said to him, ”soon.”

My body tightened. She looked at Pallo and spoke again. ”Come, follow me.”

Pallo reached back and took my hand. He was still warm to the touch. He didn't feel like a monster, and right now, that is exactly what we needed him to be.

Talia's 'pets' ran out the door in front of her. Pallo pulled on my hand and followed her out.

”Pallo, no,” I tried to make him stay in the room.

He turned and looked at me. His eyes were full of sadness. ”Call Giovanni,” he said to me softly.

I looked at him, horrified. ”Giovanni?”

As soon as the name fell from my mouth, the hairs on the back of my neck rose. Something blew past my back. I turned and saw nothing. Pallo held on to my hand tightly and pulled me out the door. We headed down the staircase, pa.s.sing the picture of the two of us near the river. I looked at how happy we looked together. I wanted to have that moment back.

Talia stood near the front door. ”Come,” she said to us.

I braced myself for a fall as we stepped out the door.

Chapter 19.

We didn't fall into any dungeon. We stepped into an entirely white bedroom with a large platform bed sitting in the center of it. I knew this room. I had spent many nights here. It was Ken's.

”I thought this would be fitting. This is the first place you and I met,” Talia said, tossing her long red hair to one side, looking at me.

My mind raced. I never thought Ken would turn on me. I never pictured him making deals with the enemy. He had made it his mission in life to bring evil-doers to justice. This was not like him. Something was wrong.

”What did you do with Ken?” I asked her. Pallo gripped my hand so tightly that the blood stopped flowing through it.

Talia took a step towards me. She smiled and brought her whip to the side of her face, rubbing it to her. ”What concern is he to you? You have Pallo, and you yourself even told me this Ken loves only himself. Besides, my pets tell me that you have a blonde man as well, or should I say had.”

Pallo squeezed my hand. I knew that was his way of begging me not to say anything, but I had to know.

”You b.i.t.c.h! I knew you had something to do with that.” I shook. I thought about Caleb, then my thoughts went to Ken, and losing him too. ”Oh, my G.o.d, he's dead!” My knees weakened.

Talia let out a laugh that chilled me to the bone. ”No, he's not dead yet. Soon he will be begging for me to kill him. I am surprised that he has held out this long. He is tough, for a human.”

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