Palindrome
Dancing With the Devil

His purple eyes met mine, the shock bolted through my heart, leaving me speechless. It was him, but he wasn’t a werewolf. I didn’t know what to call it; Beast was what described it the best. William didn’t touch me; honestly, I was unsure how much of him remained in this body. He didn’t sound like him in my head.

Slowly, I raised my right hand and touched his chin gently. The fur covering his face was silky to the feel, and the skin's texture was like an animal hide. I saw confusion in his glowing eyes.

No one has ever touched me willingly when I`m like this. Are you not afraid?

I could admit I was scared, but I didn’t want him to know that.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Not intentionally. Please don`t stop; it feels good.

His head pressed against my palm like a kitten. How could I stand here, with this abomination, this Devil, and caress it? He had just confessed that he could kill me even without wanting it.

Your eyes glow like gold.

I looked down, still feeling the moon inside me.

“It`s the power from the ritual; it lingers in me.” With bravery I didn’t have, I touched one of the canines sticking out and let my hand glide down his chest. I thought he would feel wrong somehow, but his fur was like silk; I could feel the muscles vibrating beneath. It was then it occurred to me that I was naked.

“Ehm, I need to…” I tried to pull away, but his clawed hand held my upper arm. He used no strength to press me against his body, the smell of him strong but not uncomfortable. It was then I saw the wings-he`d kept them tucked in so to speak, but now he folded them out in all their black glory and used them to wrap around us both. The darkness scared me until I saw the light from both our eyes lit up the space.

You are more beautiful than any being I`ve ever encountered. I haven’t bowed to any God, but I would kneel for you. Hannah… Why aren’t you running?

His words made me dizzy; I was overwhelmed. They did say the Devil was a seducer, his voice lighting a fire in my veins. I put one finger on his mouth, knowing he could rip off my hand with one bite.

“You need me; you`ve said it many times.”

I need you; I need you in so many ways. But right now…

His voice faded out and so did the wings. Before my eyes the Beast disappeared and left me with William. He was small compared to the beast, but I still felt safe in his arms, relishing in his warmth.

“Hannah, are you ok? Why aren’t you crying or running? Or stabbing me with the sword.”

I didn’t have an answer; what could I tell him? “How long were you watching me?” I was becoming increasingly aware of his naked body pressing against mine. “I saw you getting up from the ground; that’s when I came out from the woods. I thought you`d be done with the ritual by now. Hannah, why are you so calm about this?” I smiled at him, “I might get a reaction later but for now…” I leaned in and kissed him gently at first but more brutal and violent when he responded. I didn’t know why I considered a kiss violent, but it was the best word to describe it. My hands went to his hair, letting my fingers tug his locks, pressing him closer. William`s hands went down my back; I moaned into his mouth when I felt them caress the sway of my behind. With a guttural groan he lifted me and I rubbed myself onto his arousal, feeling my slickness spread onto him.

“Hannah…”

Once again, my name was like a prayer in his mouth. “Mhm.” I didn’t want to speak; I didn’t want to think. If I could lift myself a little more, I would be able to mount him. I clawed at him, egging him on. The moon was bright in the clear sky, her power still running through me, fuelling me. His length rubbed against me as we kissed, hitting me at the right spot. William was still holding me up, but he pulled his head back and looked around. When he spotted the altar, he walked over there and holding me with one hand, he wiped all the items on the table to the ground. The saltwater covered the surface, consecrating it. He put me down gently and I bowed my back in anticipation, mad with lust. William had slowed down; now he used one hand to feel my body; he followed the curves, the round shoulder, the dip on the hip, over the rounding of my upper thigh and behind, down my leg and up again on the inside. I lifted my pelvis when he came near it, begging for him to touch me there, but he jumped right to my belly, caressing the softness and using only one finger when he reached the breasts. My nipples screamed after attention; I could feel myself tightening when he finally put his mouth around one of them. His tongue was raspy, giving it all a brand-new feeling. I`d spread my legs wide and he was positioned between them. As he used his tongue on me, I reached down after him, but he was too far away. I grabbed his hair, pulled his head up to mine, and kissed him roughly. With my other hand, I got a hold of him, marveling at the feel of him; hard as steel, warm and soft, all at the same time. I bucked at the sensation of his tip at my entrance, pushing in. When he bit my lip hard, I trusted upwards, taking his whole length inside me with one painful movement. I breathed out and blinked twice. “Hannah? Are you…? Are you a virgin?” His voice was breathless, trembling with the strain of holding back. “I was. Please… Just please.” He surrendered and gave me what I needed. The taste of my blood in my mouth added to the moment, and his lips were all over my body as he pounded into me on the altar. I met him, trust for trust, praying for an absolution. I was on the verge, and William was shaking between my legs. “Yield to me; give yourself to me.” He moaned the words, the orgasm building inside me. He pulled my right leg up to his shoulder, burying himself even deeper in me, making me scream out in pleasure. “I have never…” he didn’t finish the sentence; my fingers dug deep into his arm, drawing blood as my body combusted. He kept fucking me, and I felt him get bigger inside me right before he came with full force. A string of obscenities went out of his mouth, and I knew I would have bruises later; he held me so hard. My orgasm simmered, and I felt sweat dripping, mixing with my own.

A voice came to my mind.

“So mote it be.”