Cursed (closed)

[feistyphoenix]

I stifle a yelp as he pulls me up to his mouth to kiss me. His fingers are stroking just the right spot to drive me crazy. I'm so hungry for him I almost can't stand it. I feel his body shudder and I pull away.

"Did I hurt you," I ask.

I don't know why I worry so much about it, maybe because if I lose him somehow I lose my chance at ever being myself again.

I run my hands through his hair and pull him close. I want to feed so badly, my body demands it now. But i want other things like closeness which is odd and foreign.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"No, you did not hurt me," laughingly I say, "Quite the contrary, your hand feels real nice on my cock." "But I think your cunny will feel even better."

In the pitch black of the tent, beneath the blankets, I roll Ashe on to her back yet again. This time with far less force. I fuck her with my two fingers for a few more seconds, then withdraw them from her wet and ready cunny. I give my drawers a tug down to expose fully my cock and balls, then take my cock in hand and direct it to Ashe's lower lips. It feels real good as I rub my glans through her wet folds. I do this for a few moments, moaning and savouring the esquisite feeling. I could blow my load happily just doing this. But that would be selfish of me, so I give a quick shove with my hips and push the engorged head of my cock inside Ashe's cunny.

Slowly but steadily I bury my self inside Ashe. I shiver and shudder with the tight, wet, hot grip of her cunny walls. When I have most of my cock inside her, I start to use long, slow strokes and move my cock in and out of her sheathing cunny.

I grope in the dark for her hands and hold them over her head. Leaning down I kiss her in the dark, slowly working my cock in and out of Ashe.

 

[feistyphoenix]

When his attention moves to adjusting the remainder of his clothes I quickly remove the nightshirt that has now bunched up around my waist. I need to feel him, all of him.

I can't help but arch my back when he enters me. My breasts are thrusted upwards and I roll my hips slowly, attempting to take all of him. I enjoy the way the girth of him stretches me, I want to take everything I can. He's doing a much better job not exerting himself this time and I'm trying so hard to regulate how much energy I take from him.

I've been so many different things for so many different men I feel myself trying to determine what it is he wants so I can give it to him. I guess that's what every good whore does.

I let him hold me down gently as I try desperately to feel all of him inside me. I want to pull him to me, I need to feel his skin against mine. The effort of holding back is making me whimper plaintively, I almost sound like I'm begging him. My hips writhe as he presses into me, I want more.

 

[Hard_Rom]

In the darkness of our love makin', I can hear Ashe whine as I slowly fuck my cock in and out of her. Her voluptuous body presses against me as best she can. I can tell she is strainin' to rub her self against me as I hold her hands and hover over her. Does wonders for your ego to have a succubus pantin' for your cock, I'll say that.

Her cunny is a snug one and grips my cock nicely in it's hot wet embrace. I pick up the pace slightly, using the whole length of my cock to fuck her. Almost pulling out and then sliding back in as deep as I can go. The temptation to fuck the hell out of her is building. But I am sort of enjoying teasing her with a nice gentle fuck. Plus it feels so damn good, I don't want it to end.

I try to hold back and fuck her slowly, but my thrusts get harder and faster as my lust builds. The double cot starts to rock. I kiss her hard, using my tongue, groaning as I do.

 

[feistyphoenix]

My breath catches as his pace increases. It takes everything I have not to throw him on the ground and fuck him voraciously. I still might if he keeps teasing me like this. The more work I let him do the harder it will be for him to come out of it in the morning.

My need is completely consuming me, the power flowing through me is enough to almost push me over the edge and into the stars. His mouth covers mine and he seems to demand more. I want to give him more.

My hips buck underneath him as his large hands hold mine. I can't hold back anymore, damnit. I lift my left knee, press it against his ribcage and force him back while rotating my hips.

I forgot we were on a cot. It tips as his weight is off center. We both hit the ground with a grunt. I can't help but laugh quietly, holding onto him still tangled in the blankets, it's the first time he's ever seen me even smile. At least now I'm on top. I lay fully against him.

"Don't stop," I whisper enticingly, "please."

I rock my hips back against him, taking him completely inside me. I lift my torso off his chest, arching my back, offering him my full breasts.

"You feel so good sweetheart," I croon, not even noticing the endearment that slips out.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Ashe attempt to gain control of the situation has us in a pile between the tent wall and the tipped over cot. Happily neither of us is hurt and my cock is still sheathed in her cunny. I like it when she says "please" , calls me her sweetheart and settles her self down on my cock.

I move my hands to her ass cheeks and thrust up with my hips hard. Using my hands I hold her by her round ass, so I can get enough room to fuck my cock in and out of her. Pushing Ashe down to meet my cock coming up and pulling her up as my hips fall back to the floor.

Her whole body rubs against mine as we fuck. I can feel the mass of her heavy breasts against my chest. My hands get a real good grip on her well rounded ass cheeks. There is no more thought of the cool night air from me. Under the blankets the body heat and sex make me sweat. In the dark I can feel her hair cascade down around our faces as we kiss.

My hips are really bouncing off the ground now. I can hear our flesh slapping as we fuck.

 

[feistyphoenix]

Small short pleading moans escape at each thrust. I'm barely hanging on, his hands opening me up slightly allow him to thrust deeper which I find myself thoroughly enjoying.

My mouth meets his again, hard.

It rushes up to meet me and overwhelms me. My whole body shudders and tightens against him. I voice my pleasure as I press my lips on his neck by his ear. His cock swells inside me, sending me right back over the edge into a panting whimpering puddle. I feel so much power washing over me and flowing through me, I love it. I'm sure he's coming with me, I'm just lost in the feeling of it.

So much for taking it easy. He's definitely going to feel this In the morning. I settle back down on him, his cock still hard and lodged inside me. If I have my way I'll sleep just like this all night. I pull him closer and kiss him gently a few times, stroking his hair back with my hands; he's so warm. I feel a gentleness that has never been there before, an urge to take care of him.

I nestle my head into the soft spot of his shoulder, my hair spilling over his chest.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The little noises Ashe was making were almost hypnotic. Drivin' me to try shove my cock as deep as I could in her. Then she gave a shriek and clamped on to me tight, with her legs, her hands and her cunny. Buried to the balls, I blew my load in her soakin' wet, quiverin' cunny. It was to die for.

Luckily, I didn't die. In fact I don't feel that bad. I'm really hopin' the incredible hangovers, I can apparently expect, from makin' love to Ashe go away. This time all I really feel, besides an incredible feeling of pleasure and satisfaction, is extremely tired. Fuck it! I'm sleepin' right here.

Her tender ministrations and kisses keep me awake briefly. I lay there enjoyin' the afterglow and the feel of Ashe's naked body layin' on top of me. Our sexes still joined.

"My love..." I murmur, then fall asleep.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I don't know if he said what I thought he said or not, I was too tired to care I think. My body hummed for awhile while I lay across him, sleeping soundly. At some point in the night I repositioned myself against his side, I briefly thought how strange it was that my body accepted the closeness so easily but I was asleep before I had the chance to overanalyze it.

I forgot about someone coming to rouse him in the morning. I was not prepared to hear someone outside the tent at 5am. My hip ached from sleeping on the ground but other than that I felt great. I wondered how he would feel.

I pulled him in close, he was sleeping deeply. Until the trooper announced his presence loudly.

 

[Hard_Rom]

It's a beautiful day, a blue sky with only a few puffy white clouds. Ashe and myself lie naked in a grassy meadow on the side of a hill. She is workin' her full lips down my body, her breasts hang down, I can feel them against me. Her thick hair tickles as she kisses my body on her way down to my cock. Her heavy breasts nudge against my balls and she takes my cock in her hand. Her open mouth descends towards my cock... but stops as the trooper calls out. I tell him to go away but he calls again. I tell him to fuck off and he knocks on the tent pole. Tent pole!

I open my eyes in the pitch black. Ashe is snuggled up tight. And a trooper is callin' my name.

"Yes, Thank you, Trooper," I reply, "That will be all."

He acknowledges and I hear him mount up and ride away. I was dreamin'. Damn! Half hard my cock lays against my abdomen. I realize my drawers are down around my knees. My right arm is numb from holding Ashe and her sleepin' on it. A tangled pile of beddin' and cot doesn't make for the most comfortable love nest.

Ashe must be awake but I lie still for a moment and gauge how I feel. Not near as bad as yesterday. Had far worse hangovers. Maybe the more we do it, the less I suffer. Might have to put that to the test.

"Good mornin'" I say as I turn my head towards her in the dark of our little love den.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I stay snug against his side as he stirs.

"You're a lot nicer than I was going to be if he didn't stop yellin'," my voice is muffled from my spot against his ribs.

I adjust and lift my head, "morning, how do you feel?"

I think I must ask him that too many times a day, but somehow I think it's necessary. I'm ready to go back to sleep, but maybe not on the ground this time.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Not bad," I reply, "I was thinkin', maybe the more we fu... make love, the less it will hurt." "Maybe you won't get as hungry and take too much of me."

"Honestly, my right arm is in more discomfort."

Gently I ease my arm out from under her. I work out the pins and needles as adequate blood flows back into my arm. Feels cramped up a bit too.

"We'll have to rearrange the tent. I'll need you to sleep on my left side. I fight with my right. If we rearrange things, you won't be against the cold tent wall. I'll try find us a proper bed too. One that can take a good fuckin' and not collapse."

As uncomfortable as the hard ground is startin' to feel and my duties awaitin', I don't feel much like movin'. Ashe is still entwined around me and seems in no hurry to wake up either. But duty and an empty stomach call. Lord Jesus, I'm hungry.

"Sorry to have to leave you, my dear, " I say quietly to her, "But duty calls and whole mess a' Rebs need killin' before I can go home safely."

I test the early mornin' by stickin' a foot out of the blankets. I quickly pull it back. Damn chilly! Rollin' over a bit towards Ashe, I try to find her face in the dark. My hand comes up full of her tit. Rollin' over my semi-hard cock nuzzles between Ashe's legs.

 

[feistyphoenix]

"Mmm, maybe," is my response. I stretch as he removes his arm from under my head, it was quite a nice pillow.

I had wanted to rearrange the tent anyway so I guess this is as good of an excuse as any. I don't make any moves like I'm attempting to get up. The cot is still tipped over on its side. Dawn hasn't broke yet but the grey morning light is starting to creep through the trees. I hear the horses moving around, probably wanting to eat.

I'm thinking of other things when his hands find my body and his hardness nudges me, instantly turning me on.

"I thought you were going," i tease him softly as my arms go around his neck.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"I am or was anyways," I reply as Ashe wraps herself around me again.

Her legs part slightly and my cock rapidly gets fully hard nuzzling her cunny lips. I can feel her heat on my glans.

"If we hurry, we can test the theory of fu... makin' love to you as often as possible," I say as I give her a kiss.

I figure Ashe has a penchant for bein' on top. But time constraints mean I need to fuck her and go. So untwining her arms from my neck I move aside enough to lay her on her stomach. Quickly though I move to pick her hips up off the ground and kneel behind her, cock in hand. I manage to keep a blanket about my shoulders but Ashe is exposed to the chilly air of the early mornin'.

My one hand moves my cock up and down between her cunny lips, the other I use to hold her shoulder and pull back slightly.

"Fuck me, my love," I say, "Fuck me for breakfast."

 

[feistyphoenix]

He's got me ready in just a couple of seconds. I worry for a moment that he's not up to it, or that I should stop him but his cock just feels so good. I press my hips back to meet him.

My love, he calls me. What in the hell...

I pull away instantly as a cascade of confused emotions seize my insides. I turn around, propped up on my elbows looking up at him.

In the cold air my nipples are hard and goosebumps form on my arms and legs.

"Don't call me that," I tell him.

He looks stunned, sitting back on his knees with his hard member in his hand. I scramble away from him, feeling very anxious.

"I'm not that," I tell him, I can't even say the word, "I'm not yours...."

The idea of belonging to someone scares the skin right off me.

 

[Hard_Rom]

I can't believe how stupid I have been, to think she felt anythin' for me. The look on her face tells me of the disgust she feels. She's willin' to have me set her up and let me fuck her though. She's with me long enough to get her soul back and then what? With the gift of a soul, a powerful hellspawn succubus is now nothin' more than a damned whore!

Many a time, I've had to depart a whore's tent in a hurry to make rollcall. A quick cast about for my clothes and within half a minute I'm dressed and pulling on my boots. I don't even look at her. And I really hope the look on my face makes her keep quiet, cause I don't even want hear the husky tone of her voice and that Gaelic lilt in her speech.

Shoving the two Reb Navy Colts in my belt finishes dressing. From the dead Reb's gold there are two five dollar gold pieces left. Five dollars a time is the going rate. I fish them out of my wallet and toss them on the table.

"That should make us even," I sneer and walk out without another word or look.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I always get it wrong with him. Not a second after he's past the tent flap I hit the table, spilling it and the gold coins in the dirt.

I've barely pulled my night shirt back on when the tears start streaming down my face. I'm angry at him, he should know better. I should know better. Instead of trying to help me understand he treats me like I'm trash. I'm not ready to care so much damn it. I can't reconcile it in my head.

I can't even catch my breath I'm crying and shaking so hard. A thousand years alone and uncaring, now it's all crashing down on my head. I sink to my knees in the dirt, then back against the center support.

I feel like my insides have been pulled out and spilled all over the ground around me. Why doesn't it stop? Why does it hurt so much? Damn him! I'm never letting him touch me again. Never.

Even as I think it, I don't want to go without him.

I kick at the overturned table in frustration. Why?!

 

[Hard_Rom]

Apparently a tantrum and furniture is being thrown behind me. I retighten the girth strap on my saddle and swing in to it. Just for a few moments, I watch the sky grow lighter. As my heart grows heavier. Feel worse now than after the first time we did it.

I'm wonderin' if I over reacted. I didn't really mean it when I called her my love. Well not unreservedly anyways. But that look on her face! And her words. She didn't have to say those things. What can you expect when you cohabit with a demon woman. Mami was right. Stay away from redheads.

I got enough things to wory about without worryin' about a demon whore. My handlin' of the reins is quite rough and my horse lets me know. I wrestle it's head around and give it a kick. I just want to be as far from her as possible.

Still at the crossroads, I look back at our tent. Our tent! Shit! And damnation! I keep goin'.

 

[feistyphoenix]

So much for going back to sleep now. I'm angry and too hurt to do anything but pace around trying to figure out what to do.

I get dressed automatically, tears drying on my cheeks.

I saddle up and don't look back. Camp is starting to wake, I want to get the hell away before anyone sees me. I make a wrong turn and end up on the outskirts of the soldiers tents. They're all in formation, I resist the urge to let him see me and instead make a kissing sound to send my horse into a canter towards the woods. My den isn't terribly far from here, I clearly can't be near Jethro without upsetting him.

And yet in the back of my mind, I hope he worries. Damn him.

I find a well worn trail and press on towards the hills to the south.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Right after reveille comes the word. The regiment will be movin' south to Bridgeport, Alabama by train. The baggage train to follow by the Nashville road. My troop will form part of baggage train guard. That should make Ashe happy.

Because of the news, it's a busy day. About two in the afternoon I get a chance to ride over to see Ashe. The word should have reached her part of the camp by now. But she's not there. I figure she's gone for a ride. It's what she said she liked doin'. Then, at four, Sergeant Smyth tells me one of his wood cuttin' parties saw a fine lookin' redhead on a small black headin' south early this mornin'. The trail she was on would go through the hills near McMinnsville. Or as the crow flies point towards Harrison.

Could she be goin' after Mami? Or just runnin'. I can't let her get to Mami. Ashe may be a demon succubus but deep down I know she ain't no match for Mami Wata. So I'm doin' this for her. Why? I have no idea. But I get my Corporals together, explain it has to do with the woman from the other night and the little cash bonus and then set out after her.

I've exchanged my Army Sergeants bluecoat for a brown civilian one, made sure I got a goodly amount of grub and ammo and a bedroll, and am now followin' in her steps, hopefully. Ashe has eight hours start on me. Smyth said she was not at a slow walk either. Maybe 'bout midnight, I can camp. I need to make me up some time and distance on her.

 

[feistyphoenix]

When I feel my horse get tired I let up. The trail has gotten narrower now and we jumped a couple of branches that had fallen across it. I gave him a pat and let him trot awhile, then brought him back to a walk. He was a good horse, small but mighty. I liked that about him. Course he wouldn't be a good cavalry horse if he wasn't tough.

I thought about my horse cause it kept my mind off other things. Things I didn't like thinking about.

I figure I'll just head for New Orleans and see if I can find my friend Remy, he should know plenty of people in the vodoo undeground that might would know how to fix this.

I briefly thought about going back but decided against it. Jethro wouldn't want anything to do with me, he shouldn't if he knew what was good for him.

I got to my den about dusk, my bedroll was cold and I felt myself aching to be close to somebody. I turned my thoughts away and looked after my horse. Found a nice flat rock and wedged it against the wall where the water leaked in a steady oozing stream. In a couple of minutes there was a nice sized puddle and he sipped until it was dry. I pulled his saddle off and he rolled in the crunchy leaves before settling into nosing them around to get to any of the tender short grass underneath.

The mouth of the den was made when a large chunk of dirt washed out from under a tree growing out of the side of a hill. It was just obscure enough you wouldn't see it unless you were looking for it. Under the rooted roof of it the water had worn away the dirt down to the rock that was so common in this area. It wasn't a palace, but it was mine and that was just fine.

It was pitch black out when the rain started, a nice gentle one. It was cold though. I pulled the rope out from under the bedroll and tied it to one side of the den opening. I kissed a few times until the little black horse appeared again, obviously wanting out of the rain. I pulled him by the halter under the cover of the tree den and tied the rope to a root on the opposite side to keep him in.

I folded his blanket up and set it up as my pillow, time to try and sleep.

My dreams were of Jethro and they troubled me. I felt sick over leaving. Maybe I should have tried to talk to him, or explain. I let it go quickly, knowing he was much better off without me. I was better off alone, or with my own kind. Hellspawn demon like he said.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Strikin' matches has told me a small lightly loaded horse went up this trail not long ago. But by the time it starts to rain, I'm runnin' in to fallen trees. So I hobble my horse after removin' his bit and loosening the saddle strap. For myself, a handful of jerky and a few louthfuls of rainwater. I broke out my waxed cotton gear as soon as it started to rain. But it ain't June or July no more. Huddled under a fallen tree that at least keeps the noise of the rain down is my shelter for the night.

This is good country to track folk. Lots of soil and leaves to disturb. Wet ground this time of year will help. I should be able to pick up her trail when it get's light.

I finally drift off to sleep, remembering how warm Ashe felt when we woke up together this morning. I wonder if I will ever be that warm again.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I woke up a few times, then went back to sleep again. The last dream I had was disturbing.

"You dumb, bless ya heart," it was that voice again, "dat boy gon ta tha end of the earth for ya. Peices of mah boy still in yah, you kin run but he'll always come for ya."

I sat up panting.

What in the hell was that? The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. He should run, or kill me even but he won't he just....gives. I don't know if that's called love or something else but it explained why he wouldn't leave me. He did say he felt like there was a hole in him.

I've seen what happens to humans who's souls get split apart, they wander the Earth looking for that missing piece. Some wander until it kills them. I couldn't let that happen, we need to find his foster mother so she can at least try and fix it.

I was still dark but I saddled up anyway, the rain has mostly stopped. Now it just dripped from the trees above. I rode back towards camp.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Maybe the sky gettin' light finally woke me. More likely the cold and cramp did it. Time to get movin'. Horse ain't far and I get him readied to go. Breakfast is a cup of water to soften up the hardtack and more jerky.

I'm havin' a piss, when my horse reacts to a noise up the trail. His ears point straight up the trail. I finish my business, put my cock away and put my hand on my Army Colt. Only tracks lookin' even close to new are those of the small horse, I hope is Ashe's black. I can't think of a good reason for Ashe to be comin' back this way.

Still it is with hopeful anticipation, I find myself standing on the trail watchin' amd waitin' to see who comes in to view.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I've only been riding for a couple of hours, I don't expect to see anyone until I get a lot closer to camp. I wonder if Jethro will really forgive me or if he'll just send me away. Though knowing I have a peice of his soul inside me will probably assure that he will at least speak to me.

I wonder what I should say to him when I do see him. Nothing really seems right when I think about it.

My horse let's out a quiet nicker, and starts walking a little faster. I can't see what he sees until we round the bend in the trail. It's another horse a little ways away, got a saddle on too. Could it really be?

I kiss at my little black until he canters down trailside. A few strides before we get to the other horse I can tell for sure it's Jethro waiting there. I can't dismount fast enough after my horse stops. I don't know why I'm cryin' either.

I don't wait for him to say or do anything before my arms are around his neck in an embrace.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't understand, I wasn't ready, I just," I can barely speak, "I'm so sorry. You don't have to forgive me but I wish you would."

I bury my face against his chest, hoping he don't push me away.