Cursed (closed)

[Hard_Rom]

Gettin' colder at night but leaves still a month from droppin', so it ain't till Ashe dismounts that I can see it's her on the black geldin'. I don't even have time to move or say anything and she is in my arms. And that's enough for me.

She's cryin' and mumblin' out apologies. And I'm just happy to hold her, to have her safe. And hold her I do, I hope not too tight but I do lift her off the ground as she throws her arms around my neck. Then I can bury my nose in her hair, smell her and know I'm not dreamin'.

"Anythin'," I tell her, "Anythin' you want." "Just please, promise me you'll never leave me like that again."

Did she really come back on my account? Dare I hope?

 

[feistyphoenix]

Am I really doing this? Can I really promise him anything?

"I won't," I whisper, just glad he doesn't hate me. In that moment I know I never really wanted to.

"You were right," I pull back to look up at him, resisting the urge to wrap my legs around him, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize what happened. There really is a piece of you missing. Its in me. Somehow during the curse I think things went wrong."

I cant help it, looking at him and seeing the way he looks at me; I kiss him. I try to be gentle. I'm already pressed completely against him with the way he's got me locked in his arms. I really like it.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"It doesn't matter how or what happened," I say between ever increasing passionate kisses, "We'll work through this." "You and me together. We'll fix whatever needs fixin'."

It's much easier to hold her in my arms if I wrap her legs around me. So I manage to open both our heavy coats and pick her up by her ass cheeks. All while still managin' to keep my lips locked to hers. Things are startin' to go real fast.

I back us up against a tree and fumble at my belt. As soon as Ashe threw herself into my arms, I started to get hard. Hell I've been at least half hard every minute since I met her. I manage to get my cock out, then fumble under her dress at the ties to her split crotch drawers. This is for both our good. She can feed and if I don't fuck her now, it will only hurt worse later.

If she is trying to complain, I don't really give her a chance. I keep a hard lip lock on her and smother any words that come out of her. Almost by itself my cock finds the entrance to Ashe's cunny. I thrust up, only to find her pushin' down hard to meet me.

 

[feistyphoenix]

He is insatiable, but I'm not complaining. I feel naked even though he keeps my clothes on as he pins me against the tree behind me. He has started stripping away my more demonic exterior, making me open myself up and embracing my new soul.

I wonder if it's a good idea to do this right now but I doubt I can convince him otherwise, especially since he's already just about inside me. I can't help moaning and encouraging him. His mouth won't leave mine. I haven't been so well fed in centuries.

I pull my mouth away from his and moan audibly as his cock fills me completely and even stretches me a little.

"Ah, you feel so good," I struggle to get the words out before his mouth is against mine again.

I try to rock my hips and open them more so he can fuck me harder. I love the way he doesn't let up on the pace. His cock is pressing against me just right, the curve of it rubbing the best place. He's going to make me cum so hard and fast.

I let myself feel him, really feel him. I pulled him as close as possible and pressed my forehead against him. I felt like my body was being split apart, my heart felt like it was about to burst. I've never felt this kind of power.

 

[Hard_Rom]

My demon lover may be suckin' my life away slowly, I'm cold, hungry and tired but I'm only twenty-one, I could normally do this all day, damn near. I'm still hopin' keepin' her full is the answer.

She fits my cock wonderfully, I swear we were made for each other. Ashe is a bouncin' and a squirmin' ridin' my cock, doing everythin' she can the get as much of it inside as she can, repeatedly. And I'm slammin' her against the tree behind her as I shove my whole cock inside her. She has me in a tight grip from base to tip. Good thing she has the Reb's thick wool coat on.

Forehead to forehead we fuck and fuck and fuck! I'm still staring into her eyes when I start to cum. Almost welded at the groin, I hold her so tight, I fill her cunt yet again with cum. My cock throbs and pulses and throbs and pulses more! I myself quiver and shake. My toes curling in my boots. My moan is almost a growl it feels so good.

 

[feistyphoenix]

It's the growl that does it, it strikes some primal chord inside me and it feels like im consumed by fire. It's all I can do to hold onto him. It takes several minutes for me to stop cumming, every small movement from him makes me shiver. I haven't felt so satisfied in so long!

We stay frozen like that awhile, both of us catching our collective breaths and coming down. His softening cock slips out of me but he still holds me close as his body relaxes against mine.

"That was so good," I whisper, kissing his neck tenderly. I feel like maybe I should thank him but that might be strange so I don't.

I quiver once more, unable to help it.

"So did you come to bring me back or run away with me," I ask gently.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"I don't know," I reply, as we stand in in a post-coital embrace, "All I really thought of was stoppin' you from leavin'." "I thought maybe you was goin' to Harrison and see Mama."

"I can't run away with you. I wish I could. If it weren't for this damn war we could just go west. Lots of room out there still, for those that don't like bein' around other folk much. They got mountains there four times higher as the hills I grew up in, even if we call 'em mountains. And some got snow all year. I would like to see that. With you."

No longer joined at our sexes but our limbs and lips won't let go of one another.

"I gots to see this damn war through. I want to see my home and know that Mama is okay. Ain't been home since sixty-one."

As my climax fades the effects of havin' sex with Ashe start to show up. I have to let her down. God, I'm hungry. I reach down and put my cock away. Then I have to go to my horse. I open up a saddle bag and pull out a can of pork and beans. Using my axe and a tree I smash the top off and dig in with my fingers. Gulpin' heavily from my canteen, I'm rather involved in gettin' some food in me.

 

[feistyphoenix]

"Naw, I wasn't going to bother with that," I respond as he puts me down, "I was thinking about maybe going to New Orleans. I have a friend there I thought might would help me."

I watch him start gulping food down, like I'd seen wolves do.

"Come sit down and take a breath before you choke," I motioned to a fallen tree along the trail. I sat down first.

I thought about going West. I think I would like it, I definitely like it when people aren't too close. I wonder if he would like it or if he would regret leaving his home or not being around anyone. I don't know if I could let him give all of that up just because of me.

"So we do have to go back," I resign to him, "I suppose we just have to do it for now."

 

[Hard_Rom]

"New Orleans sure would be fun though," I say a bit forlornly, "Mami always had folk from there comin' up to see her." "Some real outlandish types too. Must be a great place to visit."

I allow Ashe to sit me down and try not to wolf down my food.

"Not sure if I would want to live there though. I bet the huntin' and fishin' is bad. I like folk and all. I ain't the loner type like you. But seems to me I'd take to missin' the good clean mountain air and the open spaces."

It's a big can of beans and pork and with the contents of my canteen, my stomach is full. Now I would like to sleep. My butt slips off the fallen tree we are sitting on. I lean my head against Ashe's leg and rest.

"Maybe after we talk to my Mami, we could..." I say sleepily, "Go away, go west..." "Just the two of us in some mountain cabin like we was alone in the world."

I hope I don't snore to loud, I think as I give in to sleep.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I smile while he drifts off to sleep. Its very....endearing.

I run my fingers through his hair gently, just stroking his scalp lightly. It seems to relax him. I make a note of where the sun is so I can wake him in an hour or so. He should be alright to ride by then.

I daydream while I wait. I watch the horses moving about nearby and start forming a picture in my mind of what I'd like if we moved West. The house is relatively simple, next to big green pastures with snow capped mountains behind them. I've been so far south for so long I haven't seen any real snow in years. Not since I wintered in Philidelphia in 1834. Didn't seem that long, course time moves at a different rate when you're as old as I am. A decade to me feels like a year to most people. 50 years goes by in a blur of you're not careful.

Then I start to wonder, if I could ever watch him grow old and die. This young man so full of life, he won't live forever like I will. What if I could love him, eventually? What then? He will leave me in the end, he has to die. Humans always do. I feel the anxiety rising in my chest. If I did love someone, anyone, it would hurt to lose them. I'd be alone again.

I pull my mind away from those thoughts and watch Jethro sleep. He's so innocent in the way of my world I know. I sigh softly, he stirs a little but settles back down again. I just keep touching him, reminding him subconciously that I'm still here, right next to him.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Ashe and me are back in our grassy meadow, I can see snow capped mountains now. Just like a paintin' I saw in Chattanooga. Again Ashe is workin' her way down my body, makin' love to me as she does. She's about to take my cock between her full red lips, when she kind rubs my hair and tells me it's time to get movin'. I look up at her and ask for five more minutes. How...?

I open my eyes and find myself lookin' in to Ashe's eyes. She's tellin' me it's time to get movin'. I look down at my clothed body and boots. Damn!

The suns well up now. I figure she let me sleep for an hour or so. Don't feel bad. Would love to go back to sleep though. If only to try finish that dream. I wonder if she does that sort of thing, givin' or receivin'?! My cock stirs a bit, thinkin' about givin' and receivin' like that.

I give my head a shake. To rid it of the final sleepy cobwebs and banish the thought of Ashe and myself entwined pleasurin' each other with our mouths. Maybe that will have to wait until we find our lonely grassy meadow. I hope not!

Climbin' to my feet, I find I feel quite good actually. Ashe looks up at me expectantly.

"Before you ask," I say, "I feel fine." "As long as I get sleep, food in me and fu... make love to you as often as possible, I'll be just fine."

I offer her my hand to rise. When she is up, I lean in and steal a quick kiss.

"Thank you!" I say to her, "Thank you for comin' back."

Then I go collect the horses.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I don't have the heart to tell him how he was moaning in his sleep, I'm not really sure if he was dreaming or reacting to me touching him. It made me smile though.

I do like the way he pulls me in right quick to kiss me after he offers his hand to help me ride from where I sit.

We're on our way before I know it. I'm usually quiet, now isnt any different. Our horses walk side by side when the trail is wide enough to allow it, otherwise I fall back behind and my little horse follows his. It's relaxing actually.

I'm almost looking forward to being back in the little Army tent. I have to rearrange and tidy up but after that I can rest. Of course we won't get back until well after dark so i can't start until tomorrow anyway.

"Tell me something," I ask after awhile, "anything you want."

 

[Hard_Rom]

It comes to me I haven't told her we are goin' to be on the move. But I don't think she means for me to tell her somethin' like that.

"My pa lives in Harrison but our first house is on this side of the river up in the hills. There's a stream that runs past the house, 'bout a mile further up there is a pool. After a rain like we had last night, you can go to this pool and float worms down and catch real nice brook trout. Some upwards of twenty-four inches. You need the rain to muddy the water just a bit so they don't spook as easy. Sometimes you got to sneak up on 'em red injun style, when the waters clear. The rain washes lots of bugs and worms in the river. Gets the fish feedin'."

If I get goin' on about fishin' sometimes there ain't no stoppin' me.

"I really was thinkin' about fishin' when you walked by that first night. I was thinkin' maybe a catfish fryup would be tasty. That and some beans and maybe try find some fresh baked bread instead of hardtack. I got a quartermaster who says he can get real butter. Maybe even a couple of eggs."

Same with food too. My two favourite things to do, eat and fish.

"I sure do miss Mama Water's cookin'. Apple pie... mmmmmmmmm." "And a good cup of coffee to go with it. Maybe a glass of milk. Mama always made me drink milk with every meal. I ain't drank milk in three years... since I had to leave home after all the bridge burnings."

"Even bein' the son of an avowed Reb after that Harrison and East Tennessee weren't safe anymore for me to be in. Someone might have tried to string me up."

"But you know, we're goin' to win. You know why I know? That Reb I killed holdin' the horses. Rebs must be gettin' low on manpower if they're recruitin' young uns like him."

I can still see his face as my knife went through his chin and into his brain.

"He should never have been there! He wasn't grown enough! He should have been home with his ma! Not runnin' with Reb marauders and spies! And now he's dead!"

Wasn't my fault he was there.

"Wasn't my fault," I mutter to myself, sort of.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I should have known the killin' bothered him, especially with the way I feel about it now that I have a soul. Now it's plain as day hearing him talk about it.

"I'm sorry you had to do that," I say in response, "it's been awhile since I've seen war, but I've lived through many of them. I just try to stay away as best I can. Almost got killed once, they thought I was a witch," I smile at the admission. Thinking back it was stressful but I made out alright.

Then, for reasons unknown to myself I admit something else.

"I've collected a lot of money over the years, put it in a bank when I first came to America. Haven't touched it since. I could probably go anywhere I want, I'm just so used to living this way," I shrug it off.

I'm really not even sure how much is there anymore, I moved it a couple of times, faked documents to leave it to daughters or nieces so it looked like money was gettin' passed down every 50 years or so. Now that I think about it I know I have a few items in a lock box too, things that would be considered antiquities or historical artifacts. I guess when it comes down to it I was subconsciously planning for the day when I would settle down. I don't mention those though.

The sun is well into descent to the horizon. Its been a beautiful day. My coat is lain across the back of my horse between my saddle and the bedroll secured there. I'm letting my skin breathe in my dress. I can see Jethro been watching me off and on all afternoon, kinda like he's studyin' me.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"It wasn't your fault." I say, "You didn't put a gun in his hand and send him off to war." "His death is someone elses doin'"

After all I am the one who shoved the knife in his head, killin' him. He was number ninety-three. If this damn war don't stop soon, I'll be over one-twenty in another year at this rate. A battle a month, three per battle, three years plus or minus a few. That's three I can usually say were all mine. That don't count how many I may have hit with volley fire.

"Golly! Rich and beautiful! Although won't do us much good in a little cabin somewhere in the western mountains. I got me a little bit. My ma left me. It's down in a bank lock box in New Orleans. Won't make me rich, I know that."

I wonder how many men Ashe has killed. She says she's been around since almost the time of Jesus himself. If she killed once a week that's... I do a bit of quick 'rithmatic. Jesus Wept! That's over ten thousand men. A whole division. No wonder she feels guilt now she has a soul. Did she fuck them all too? I give my head a shake. An unworthy question. Or is it... I'm reminded of the story of the fox and the scorpion. Again I shake my head. Naw! She wouldn't do that. But what if she loses her new soul and goes back to bein' what she was.

Way too much thinkin' for my likin'. Gimme a nice quiet fishin' spot anytime. I rein in at a small stream crossin.

"We should let the horses rest. I need to eat too. Guess with you not needin' proper food, I kind of forget to eat myself. Maybe another nap too."

I grab my cookin' gear off my horse.

"You look after the horses. I'll get a fire goin' and cook myself somethin' up then we can move on."

 

[feistyphoenix]

"Alright," I agree.

I dismount as well, and stand near the shallow water's edge letting both horses drink the clear liquid. Jethro is moving about getting situated. I feel relaxed, finally. More than I have since before I met him. I'm not thinking about it but I start humming softly to the horses. I hold the reins to both of them in one hand and run my other hand over my horse's neck. I scratch under his shaggy black mane then put the reins in my other hand and do the same for Jethro's sorrel horse.

Then I start singing to them quietly, probably should have known better. Not all succubi are like me, but some are. Our singing voices have the same effect as a siren. A siren is just a sea dwelling succubus.

The horses eyes droop a bit. They both relax and hang their heads low as I sing to them about the green hills of Ireland where I spent most of the 12th century. I sing of castles, pastures as far as the eye can see, and the way the moonlight dances across the hills at night. I'm almost in my own little world, the Gaelic songs are natural to me.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Ashe is waterin' the horses while I gather up some firewood. I figure to just heat up some beans and fry a bit of bacon up. I can soften up the hardtack with a cup of coffee.

I can hear the most beautiful of sounds. Ashe is singing. Glory be! Next thing you know she will be laughin' and gigglin'. Maybe I shouldn't hold my breath on that though. I think she is singing about Scotland. Only thing I know about Scotland is from a Scottish friend. Who said the story of Noah would never have worked in Scotland. Rain for forty days and night he said. Record in his parts was fifty-three days. Seems like a lot considerin' the whole world was flooded in forty. He was probably just pullin' my leg.

Goin' to be hard to cook, I'm awful tired all of a sudden. Maybe if I just lay down for a bit and rest first. I set down my firewood, lay down and close my eyes. Just for a mom...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

 

[feistyphoenix]

When I finished singing to the horses I took off their bridles and they went right to a small patch of grass and started after it. I turned around expecting to see Jethro cooking up some food or even just sitting there watching me.

He's asleep, again. I smile and chuckle, but also start wonderin'. Usually if I sing to someone they relax into a trance and I can influence them or it'll lure someone close enough so I can move in for the kill. I've never seen it put someone to sleep. Maybe it doesn't affect him, or maybe he's immune to it since I hold a peice of him. I'm not sure.

I nudge his boot with mine. He doesn't budge. I hope he's not out for the night. I settle down next to him.

"Jethro, wake up," I tell him, while I lean over him. I have one hand braced on the ground on the other side of his body. I lean in to kiss him, surely it will wake him.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Ashe leans over me in our grassy meadow, her hands on the ground on either side of me supporting herself, as she lowers her face to mine and kisses me. Her curvy voluptuous body close to me.

I open my eyes as our lips meet. Assured of the reality, I close my eyes again and try go back to sleep. Back to sleep! Damn, I'm dreamin' again. But she feels so real! I can feel the pressure of her lips on mine and the heat of her body against me. Slowly I open one eye. The dream is real! My arms go around her and pull her close to me.

"Am I dreamin'?" I ask her.

"No! Don't answer that," I add hurriedly, "Just let me live the dream."

I go back to kissin' her. The romance of the moment is spoilt by my stomach rumbling. I stop kissing her.

"If I am to keep my strength up for the oh so pleasurable duty of makin' love to you, I need to eat first."

I'm not sure what is real anymore.

"Did I hear you singing?"

 

[feistyphoenix]

I'm trying not to laugh at him.

"Just because I kiss you doesn't mean I expect you or need you to bed me," I whisper before kissing him again. Although it does make me want him I know I don't have to have him. He keeps his arms around me so I rest my torso on his chest.

"Yes, I was singing to the horses. I didn't expect it to put you to sleep," I say before kissing him once more," you should eat if you're hungry."

I start to lift myself off of him so he can get his fire started.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"You're right I should eat," I say with a grin.

Carefully I move out from beneath Ashe and go to my horse. I bring back my bedroll and lay it out on the ground beside her. It's a nice day the sun is still shining and little wind.

"Get undressed and lie back on my bedroll," I say, "Time to eat."

I start to take off my own clothes. Menfolk have a much easier time gettin' naked than women. Hoping around on one foot I manage to get my boots off. That's the hard part. The rest of my clothes are in a pile with moments. I'm hard as a rock contemplating having something to eat.

Like I said womenfolk have a lot harder time strippin' down the men do.

"Can I help?"

 

[feistyphoenix]

I confess being slightly confused.

"What are you talking about," I ask him curiously," what are you doing?"

I'm trying to figure out what he's thinking and I start to undress like he asked. I'm down to my corset when he asks if I need help.

"Only if you want to," I tell him playfully as I situate myself on his bedroll. It's much better than having my butt in the dirt. I will probably take another bath tomorrow anyway. Especially with as many times as we have slept together since the last one.

I just wait now to see what he does. I'm kind of enjoying the mystery, humans stopped surprising me long ago.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Never could understand corsets. Look damn fine but must be uncomfortable. Hell, there are folk who think a women is unladylike if she doesn't wear one. I know lots of hill country girls don't even own one. Damn nuisance if you ask me. But I do enjoy removing Ashe's corset. It's like unwrapping a present or somethin'. Although, I don't recall any other women stashing a knife in theirs.

Ashe ain't no tiny thing and spills out of her corset as I remove it and set it aside. Damn fine figure of a women! She does look a bit confused. She's been around long enough! Can't she figure out what I intend. Maybe for the last two thousand years, sex for her has been just for feedin' or gettin' control of some man. Some of the more fundamental Bible folk seem to think sex is just for begettin' youg uns. I'm beginning to think fuckin' and other things just for pleasure might be a new idea to her.

I start to kiss her as I lay her back down on my bedroll. And let my hands roam. Her tits fill my hands easily. Once I got her on her back, I start to kiss her lower and lower down. From her lips to neck to breasts to belly and below I work my way down. I think maybe she finally get's the idea when I put her legs over my shoulders and plant a kiss and lick right on her cunny.

She don't murder me, so I take that as a yes. And start to make love to her with my mouth.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I like it when he undresses me, to be honest. He is gentle but deliberate. He has something in mind l just dont know what it is, more sex I'm guessing.

My naked body rises up to meet his kisses. I kiss him back before he moves on. I almost ask him again what he's doing but I'm so preoccupied. His hot breath grazes across my sensitive nipples but again, he does not stay. My hips twitch when he kisses my stomach before traveling even further south.

"Oh!" I half yelp as he licks me gently. I love the feeling, I've never had this before, I didn't really know it was a thing but he's chasing all those thoughts away with every stroke of his tongue. Its only a few seconds before my body is primed. Hell, I would do almost anything to keep him from stopping.

I squirm and instinctively try to open my thighs more to let him have better acess. I look down at him, I don't know why but I find it turning me on. I don't feel like I'm feeding ftom him much if at all, this is just pure pleasure washing over me. I whimper when his tongue finds a very sensitive nub and he relentlessly licks and sucks until I'm squirming.

 

[Hard_Rom]

This is a new thing for her! Oh, I've got her number now. Girls always love this. Next thing I know, she will be puttin' one of her hexes on me just to get me to do it again. No she won't. I think we have moved well beyond that point. And it don't hurt at all. In fact, I'm startin' to feel quite good. Even my stomach don't feel empty anymore.

I look up and meet her eyes. With my mouth buried in her cunny, she can't see me grinnin' like a fool as I lick and suck on her. I start kinda slow and slowly pick up the pace and force of my licks and sucks. She is a juicy one. I suck on the lips of her cunny, nuzzling her cunny's entrance with my nose my face is buried in her cunny so far. Her scent fills my nostrils and her taste washes over my tongue.

Bettin' on her havin' a sensitive clitoris, I tease it with a slight lick. Wow! I love the reaction that gets. My usual trick is to write out the alphabet with my tongue on a girl's cunny. A, B, C, D, E... I wonder if I will even get to Z. Her enjoyment of this new found pleasure coats my lower face with her juices.