A Very Hollow Halloween.

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Run, Little Thief.

Alistair

The wet ground squelches beneath my boots as I stand at the entrance of The Labyrinth. The towering hedge maze oozes fog, beckoning me to step within its wall to collect a prize that’s only mine to win. 

I lift the phone to my ear, hearing the dial tone once. My favorite sound ringing through the speaker.

“I didn’t even get to send you a hint yet.”

My feet step into the entrance of the hedge maze behind the Bursley District, stepping further from the present day and towards the past. This little piece of history shared only with the little thief hiding inside.

“Don’t need one,” I smirk, the plastic of the skull mask hiding my smirk from the darkness, “I already know where you are, baby.”

My tongue rolls across my bottom lip, practically tasting her body wash on my tongue the deeper I walk into the maze. The smell of wet earth follows me with every step, insects croaking in the forest just beside me. I know her heart is thumping in her chest and I’m dying to take a bite.

My cock strains against my black jeans, desperate to be burred inside my wife’s tight cunt.

My wife.

It still blows my fucking mind that I have one of those, let alone one like Briar. I never believed I’d be anything but rage and torment, yet in the quiet moments in our home when darkness falls and it’s just us? Everything about me is soft.

I bend for her, melt and merge with her. She’s taken a man who thrived only on inflicting pain and turned him into someone I don’t recognise. A version of myself I never believed I could become.

“How do you plan on turning me on when I’m not afraid of you anymore, Caldwell? Can you get it up without the smell of my fear?” The smirk in her voice makes me chuckle.

Adrenaline rushes through my veins as the fog parts with every one of my steps, the ivy trapping me inside as I take a left, winding through this labyrinth with subtle ease.

I haven’t even started playing yet, and I’m already ready to devour her whole. This is our game, she teases, she taunts, she pushes me until I have no choice but to chase her down.

“Take a deep breath for me baby,” I tell her, “It’s the last one you’ll take freely. Once I catch you, all the rest are mine.”

I hear her breath hitch, a little moan in the back of her throat at my threat. I take a right, looking at the stretch of darkness in front of me. Practically hearing her heartbeat in my own ears.

I live for the control she gives me over her body and she loves the way it makes her feel when she lets go. It makes my cock throb thinking of her pretty, fragile throat in my hands. Knowing with one hard squeeze, I could end her life. It makes me hard knowing she puts that trust in me. That she trusts me with her pleasure, with her life.

“Are you going to—”

“Steal your breath until those pretty little eyes see stars?” I breath into the phone, “Yeah, baby I am.”

I’m getting closer to the center of the maze, knowing I’m closing in on her with every step I take. Briar whimpers into the phone, her panties probably soaked at the thought.

“You love when I fuck you back awake even though it scares you, don’t it, little thief? Knowing I could kill you with my bare hands if I squeeze a little too hard. You think I’ll be able to stop just for you to pass out this time, baby?” 

“You’ve gotta catch me first, Caldwell.” 

“LT, you’re stuck in my maze. How could you ever think you’d escape me?” 

“I don’t want to.” The smile in her voice makes my chest burn. “But running from you is just so fucking fun.” 

“It’s cause you know I’ll always catch you.” I smirk, “Now run, little thief. Make this good for me.” 

The call goes dead, my phone finds a home in my pocket, and I toss my hood up on my head. Desire swirling in my gut as I run once I know I’ve made my way into the inner circle of the maze. Knowing I’m getting close. 

Ponderosa Springs is my worst enemy. I loath that my entire future with Briar lays just ahead of me and just when I think It’s within my grasp, this fucking place pulls me back.

Yet, Hollow Heights? This unholy ground of secrets and death? It’s where I met Briar. It’s where our story began. This maze that I’m winding through, it’s one of the very first places I chased her.

It’s hard not knowing what love is. It’s even harder when you find out and realize you could lose it. They say there is a moment, a singular moment, that you realize you love someone.

Truly, unconditionally love them.

It was when I felt my hatred for this place wane. I have detested the town that both raised and damned me since I was young. But now, it’s tolerable. Because it’s not just misery and trauma that lives here.

Briar exists here, too.

Our story, our start. It exists beyond these pines and that was when I knew it was more than lust, more than her fear.

It was forever.

My eyes catch a glimpse honey blonde hair whipping through the darkness, just a wisp before she disappears behind a wall of dark green.

“There you are, baby.” I murmur, kicking my body into a high gear as I chase after her.

The ground beneath me vanishes as my feet pound against it and the wind howls in my ears, trying it's best to push me back. But I can't be stopped. Not when what I want is just in front of me, just yard away.

The hedges around me become an endless blur as I pick up speed, the soft chatter of her breathing growing louder with each step.

My long legs close the gap between us, and once I round the turn, there is a stretch of ground in front of me and she’s right there. Pumping her arms, trying her best to keep her distance.

But there is no escape from me. Not for her.

Just when she thinks she has a leg up, her foot slips and I jump on the opportunity. A wounded rabbit trapped by a hungry wolf.

Once I'm close enough, I lunge forward, hooking my arm around her waist. Her back slams into my chest, shoulders shaking from her attempt to outrun me, her breathing ragged. My arm curls across her stomach, securing her to me tightly.

"Nice try, LT." I press the mouth of my mask to her ear, my free hand snaking up her body and wrapping it around her throat. "But you're all fucking mine."

Briar

My eyes flutter, waking to euphoria. My body is liquid fire, burning with pleasure as I regain the feeling in my limbs.

“Fuck—” I croak when my body jolts back, digging into the wet ground beneath me. Alistair thrusts back inside of me, pushing all of his cock deep in my walls. My pussy, awake and needy, clenches around him, trapping him so he can’t move.

“God damn, you’re so fucking tight like this, baby.” 

His hands are clawing at my thighs, digging into the skin as he jerks my lax body into his own. I blink past the bleary fog, my throat burning in a way I love. The mask still covers Alistair’s face, his jeans pulled down just enough for his cock to shove inside of me.

My shirt is discarded, and when I glance down at my bare tits I find bright red marks across them. A moan echoes from my mouth, my pussy leaking. There is something about when Alistair uses my body for his pleasure that turns me inside out.

When I’m passed out and have no control over what he does. Only to wake to the highest form of pleasure. It’s my favorite drug.

“More, please, Alistair.” I whimper, spreading my legs open wider to give him more access to defile my body. My hands claw at his arms, pulling him into me.

He grunts in response, his hips slapping against with more ferocity. Our skin keeps slipping over each other, my back arching to take him deeper and deeper inside.

I reach my fingers up, tugging the mask of his head. I shiver when our eyes meet, my beautiful angry boy.

The only place I allow his wrath is in the bedroom. It's only there that he can use all of that anger and put it to good use.

And I love it. I live for it. I'm starved without it.

His thrusts are brutal, pushing me closer to the edge. Giving me control over my pleasure only makes things more intense. There is no one in the world I trust more than him.

My orgasm builds, my pleas becoming louder and more desperate with every thrust. I can feel Alistair getting close, his cock pulsing inside of me. It only makes my orgasm that much stronger.

We reach the peak together, our cries echoing in the night air around us.

We collapse onto the wet grass underneath us, panting for air while our limbs still quiver from the intensity of what just happened between us.

"Happy Halloween." I say with a laugh, rolling over to throw my arm around his chest, cuddling into his side.

He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Happy Halloween, Little Thief."

Burn, TG, Burn.

Rook

“Babe,” I groan, chasing after, checking out her tight ass in that plaid skirt as I do, “You can’t seriously be mad at me right now.”

Her response is to send a middle finger behind her back, continuing to stalk across the parking lot towards my bike, and even though I can’t see it, she’s pouting.

I smirk. It’s not my fault she’s bad at hiding from me. Or that she’s a tad clumsy and knocked over a bookcase, exposing her hiding place.

But it’s fine. I’ll take her pouty self. Even the angry version of her when she’s stressed about work and snaps at me, even when she gives me the silent treatment after I forget to take out the trash.

I will take every bad mood, I’ll take it, keep it deep inside and cherish it for the rest of my life. I want her forever, in all of her forms, even the ones she doesn’t like very much.

In all of her forms, Sage Donahue is mine.

When she reaches my bike, she turns, crossing her arms and leaning on the seat, refusing to look at me.

I approach her slowly, like she's a caged animal I'm trying not to spook. My hand finds her waist when I'm close enough, Shoving the material of her shirt up so that I can feel the soft skin of her hip beneath my finger tips.

One thing she'll never admit aloud, she can't resist me. Even when she's all wound up tight, I'm the touch that unbinds her.

"Come on, TG. Don't be mad at me." I lean in, pressing a kiss against her neck, feeling her shiver under my touch as my hot breath skates across her skin, "We can play again if you want, or..."

She turns her head, looking at me for the first time since I found her in the library. Those blue flame eyes burn into mine, strawberry blonde hair begging for my fist, and I can already feel my cock pressing against my zipper.

"Or?" She arches an eyebrow, giving me attitude that makes me want to fuck her until she's raw and begging me to stop.

My thumb and forefinger grab her chin, "Or you can bend that sweet ass over my bike so I can make you come."

Using my other hand, I slip it down from her hip, across the material of her skirt until I find the apex of her thighs. My fingers rubbing the sensitivie skin of her inner thighs, before raking across her panties.

"This pussy isn't mad at me, baby." I nip at her bottom lip, tasting her strawberry lip gloss, "Come on, be a good whore for me and turn around."

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, knowing this will have to be quick because I have no fucking clue when everyone else will be done with their games.

But honestly, I could give a fuck less if anyone catches us.

Let them watch.

My girl is a goddess when she takes my cock, the world would be so lucky to see it.

Sage's eyes flicker, and I know she's already caving. My cock twitches with anticipation as her skirt hikes up her thighs, as I rub my fingers across her clit, knowing that secret little piercing there is sending a thousand bolts of pleasure through her.

"This is so fucking unfair," She whimpers, spreading her thighs a little to give my hand some room. "You're such a dick."

"You love it." I murmur, smirking as I spin her body around, forcing her to bend over the seat of my bike.

The night air sends chill bumps across her skin as I yank the material of her skirt up, exposing her panties. Her tight ass is in plain sight, just begging for me to take it.

I use my foot to kick her legs further apart, pushing her panties to the side so I can slide a finger inside of her wet cunt.

"Just a finger? That's all I get?" she taunts, moaning as I bully her g-spot, stroking her inner walls until she's pouring juices on my hand.

"You're a fucking brat." My voice is low and gruff, "You're a brat, who is gonna come all over my cock."

My name is a whisper on her lips as I grasp my shaft, letting it touch her wet lips just before sinking inside of her. Shoving myself deeper, until she's impossibly full of me. Drawing out a guttural groan from me.

"Fuck, Sage." I breath, pushing my length inside of her. She gasps and I know the rush of pleasure she feels, that only I give her. "You feel so fucking perfect."

I groan out through clenched teeth as my cock twitches in pleasure at how tight she is—how perfectly she fits around me.

She moans, tossing her head back in pleasure. Her tight walls milking my shaft until all I can think about is cumming in that pretty little pussy of hers. My thrusts speed up dramatically so I can pound away on her; watching how great she looks when I fuck her just because I can.

My hands grab her hips, as I slam into her. That round ass jiggling every time I bottom out. She cries out with each one, only pushing me to increase my pace.

I look down, watching the soft flesh shake back and forth, taking every single inch of me like she was made for it. I'll never get enough of seeing her act like such a good whore for me.

"So good," She moans, "So fucking good."

The slapping sound of skin on skin echoes across the parking lot, muffled only by her screams of pleasure. My grip tightens, knowing I'm going to leave pretty bruises on her soft flesh.

God, I want this to last even though I know it can't.

Don't get me wrong, my girl feels this good all the time, but there is something better about knowing we might get caught. That someone might be watching us.

It pushes me to pound harder, her body goes limp over the bike seat. One of my palms comes down to smack her ass, leaving a nasty red print.

"You take this cock so fucking good." I mumble, "Such a good slut for me. Screaming as I fuck you, knowing someone could hear. You like that, baby? You want someone to see what a slut you are for me?"

She squeezes her inner walls tighter in response.

She feels so good I can barely control myself. It feels too good to last, almost painful in its ecstasy.

"Oh god," Her voice is high-pitched and faint, "I'm gonna cum. Please. Please..."

She floods my cock, leaking onto my jeans as I fuck her through her orgasm, listening to her screams. Then it happens, a deep muscle spasm rockets through my groin and I feel my balls tighten as I empty myself into her tight little hole over and over again.

My cock twitches inside of her dripping pussy as I keep thrusting, pushing all of my cum deep inside her walls.

My muscles tremble and my heart hammers as my orgasm subsides, I pull out slowly, hearing her faint protesting whimper.

I hate this part, leaving her body. If I could stay buried inside of her forever, I would. But she would complain that we had work to do or something stupid like eating.

There was nothing else I needed in this life expect her. She is it.

"I'm still salty." She pouts as she readjusts her skirt, turning around to face me, my dick jumps thinking about my cum still running down her thighs.

I push a piece of hair behind her ear, skating my fingers behind her neck and pulling her into me so that I can kiss her.

My tongue slides into her mouth, needing to consume her and drink her in. Her arms wrap around my waist and she pulls me into her.

I move back when I need air, resting my forehead against hers. "How about I take you for a night ride, we'll smoke and go watch the sunset at the peak."

A blinding smile pulls at her lips, and I know I've got her.

"Can we stop and get snacks first?"

I laugh, pressing a kiss to her forehead, giving her a little nod.

It's hard to hate this place, Hollow Heights, Ponderosa Springs, all of it. It's hard to hate this place because it's where I found her.

And I've spent the last two years watching her wings grow back, watching as she builds from the broken girl she once was and turning into the fearless woman she is now.

I'm lucky she lets me keep her. But more than that?

I'm so fucking glad she decided to keep me.