Deviant Knights (10 page)

He lowered one hand to the edge of her dress,
pulling it up her creamy thighs.
 
Her
panties were long gone.
 
They’d cloth her
once they reached
Monaco
.
 
There had been no time to worry about
undergarments on their harried escape. As he pulled the fabric higher, he began
to see the shadow of her sex appear.
 
Breath hitched in his lungs, he needed to see her once more.
 
Touch her.
 
Taste her.
 
As the shaved mound
became apparent, he took in air on a hiss.

Once he caught sight of the pink flesh, pearled
already with her juices, he could no longer resist.
 
He lowered himself to the floor, resting on
his knees as he widened her thighs, pushing her back to the seat.
 
Catching her eyes for a brief moment, he
lowered his head to sample a little of her bliss.

Chapter Eight

Kadence
drew in a deep breath as Gabriel’s tongue slashed a fiery trail
along her pussy.
 
His mouth suckled her
clit before sliding back down to lick the length of her.
 
She felt his fingers holding her lips open
wide for his invasion.
 
Her fingers slid
into his hair, the silky strands slipping through her fingers as she urged him
closer.

He would not be directed.
 
Lazing around her pussy, he licked and
sampled at his leisure, not creating a rhythm for her to move her hips to.
 
Sweet torture, he kept her heightened but did
not allow her to begin to build to any release.
 
She rocked her hips, silently demanding he give her what she needed, but
he ignored her request, making her yearn.

She watched his head
moving,
languidly rolling from side to side between her thighs, the sight of his huge
form crouched there sinful.
 
The muscles
played in his neck and shoulders as he laved her sex, stretching tightly
against the soft material of his shirt.
 
She wanted to pull the fabric from him, to see his tightly coiled
strength rippling as he ate her pussy.

Her eyes looked across the car, and she realized
that Michel was awake.
 
His steely eyes
were watching them.
 
More so her and her
reaction to the tempting touches of Gabriel’s tongue.
 
He seemed intrigued by her reaction, just
like at dinner, watching her eyes and mouth move.
 
Besides his intense, hooded gaze, he looked
unaffected to her, calmly sitting across from them as if they only talked about
the weather.
 
But upon closer inspection,
she saw the telltale signs.

She looked down to his lap and saw Michel was
not immune to what he observed, his hardened cock pressed firmly against the
zipper of his pants.
 
Fine beads of sweat
formed on his brow.
 
Shallow breaths came
from his slightly opened lips.
 
He was
suffering due to the control he attempted to exert over himself.
 
As rightly he should if he meant to not share
his needs with her.
 
He’d been cold and
aloof all day, and she was sick of it.

His hand slowly began to move, slithering over
his firm thigh to his cock, palming the heavy mass through his pants.
 
She watched him touch himself, reveling in
the hiss of pain he released as he stroked the turgid shaft.
 
Popping open a button, he then lowered the
zipper and gripped the stalk of flesh and brought it through the open
vee
.
 
The swollen
head was violently purple, as if he’d been hard for hours, bereft of his
release.

Gabriel’s tongue dipped into her channel as
Michel began to fist his cock with his eyes locked on her gaze.
 
The colorful scenery of the French
countryside whizzed past the window, light filtering through as the sun began
to set behind the trees, dappled their skin.
 
The running shift of dark and light played over Michel’s face, making it
harder for her to see his response to her.
 
She needed to see him, to know how much she affected him.
 

Kadence
could barely breathe from the sensations running through her.
 
Fingers and a tongue lavished her sex, her
clit, but it was partnered with the visual delight of a man giving himself
pleasure.

Michel understood his body completely.
 
He pulled on the shaft just so, building a
delicious tempo.
 
Gabriel looked to her,
catching her gaze for a brief moment before she turned back to the fascinating
sight of Michel masturbating.
 
She’d
never seen such a sight up close and was enamored with it.
 
It was both exciting and educational.
 
She could see exactly how Michel preferred to
be touched.
 
How she would touch him when
her chance came.

Kadence
noted Gabriel briefly turn to look over her shoulder from the
corner of her eye.
 
He quickly returned
to the spot between her legs and began to build a delicious rhythm, the one
she’d just begged for.
 
He nearly matched
the pace of Michel’s big hand with the sucking pulls of his lips to her
clit.
 
Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears
as she reached ever closer to release.

Michel’s balls tightened to the base of his
cock, his whole body going rigid as his hand began to move faster than she
could see.
 
A blur of motion, he pumped
the thick cock until she heard a cry rent from his lips.
 
Gabriel pressed two thick fingers inside her
channel as he sucked harder on her nub.
 
A stream of cum shot from Michel’s cock onto the discarded newspaper
he’d moved to the floor before him.
 

Thick ropes continued to spurt from the bulbous
tip.
 
Seeing his release was heady.
 
She’d never seen a man bring himself over the
edge before, and it was exhilarating.
 
As
though she were seeing into his innermost thoughts and desires, she felt closer
to him at that moment than when he’d had his cock in her mouth, his lips to her
pussy.
 
Watching his release brought on
her own, Gabriel’s tongue spearing into her sex as she vaulted into a wave of
passion, a fervent cry coming from her lips.

The train began to slow as her cries did.
 

Gabriel stood, pushing his hard cock around in
his pants, looking her over with a smug grin.
 
“We must de-board here and catch the next train.
 
Move quickly.”

Quickly?
 
Her limbs were like
rubber.
 
There was no moving, let alone
quickly.
 
Michel was already at his feet,
a large
duffel in hand.
 
He’d recovered so quickly.
 
Perhaps these two men were so familiar with
pleasure that they’d lost the appreciation for it.
 
She wanted to laze there in her seat and
revel in the pleasure they’d given her.
 
Gabriel eyed her and she stood, unhappily.
 
Shimmying, she brought her dress back down
around her thighs.

The train stopped and she wobbled in her
heels.
 
Just her luck she’d get taken to
Europe
and she’d be wearing knock-off
Louboutins
and a dirty, two-day-old, wrinkled dress.
 
She’d tied her hair into a loose twist when she’d used the tiny train
restroom, and washed up with the bag of toiletries the men had provided
her.
 
But she still felt filthy,
exhausted, and disheveled.
 
What a way to
make an impression on the French.

Standing between both men, she was
sandwiched.
 
Gabriel stood before her and
Michel behind, as they walked out of the car and down a long corridor to an
entrance.
 
She stepped into the near
dusk, barely able to see anything behind Gabriel’s wide shoulders.
 
Ushered into the station, rapid French was
spoken by both men as they procured the tickets needed to proceed.
 
She felt like she was on another planet.
 
Nothing seemed familiar as she looked around.

She’d never been outside the
United States
.
 
She’d never been to more than the states it
took her to drive through to get to
New York
from
Ohio
.
 
Looking around, she wanted to soak it all in,
see as much as she could.
 
A little boy
of about three stood directly across from her, his hand in his mother’s as she
stood talking on her cell phone.
 
He had
a small bear under his arm and quite frankly looked like any other young tyke
she would see anywhere.
 
It made her more
comfortable to see the child.
 
It stamped
a sense of normalcy on the events taking place.

Waving softly to the boy, she smiled at
him.
 
His bright, blond tousled hair was
sweet, his large blue eyes so baby-like.
 
He ducked his head into his mother’s thigh, hiding his face from
her.
 
One eye peeked out, still watching
her.
 
She smiled again and he slowly
faced her once more.
 
He slowly began to
smile back at her.

And then the smile began to warp.

His mouth spread wider than a normal mouth
should.
 
It grew black at the edges and
his eyes shined black as well.
 
The eyes
spread wider and grew larger as his face grew pinker.
 
Biting back a scream, she grasped Gabriel’s
hand tightly.
 
Fear surged through her as
the child…
the whatever
it was…waved his cloven hoof at
her.

Gabriel turned to look at her, but her gaze was
transfixed on the child.
 
If the thing
attempted to move, she was ready and prepared to flee, even in heels.

“What is it,
querida
?”

“The boy…”

“What about the boy?
 
He is cute, no?”
 
Michel interjected as he pushed the tickets
into the breast pocket of his jacket and then waved at the demon-child-thing.

“He is absolutely anything but cute.
 
He looks like a demon.
 
Can’t you see it?”

Gabriel looked again.
 
“I only see a boy.”

“He’s evil and we need to get out of this
place.
 
Now.”
 
She gazed at both men to emphasize her point
before turning back to the creature.

 
They were
on another train before she knew it.

****

Michel eyed
Kadence
warily as they settled into the car.
 
“What exactly did you see in there?”

Kadence
relayed what she’d seen, her lips quivering slightly as she
spoke.
 
Her whole body trembled as if she
were freezing.
 
She had the jacket
wrapped around her and Michel’s sports coat over her lap and she still huddled
as if in shock.
 
It was perfectly clear
that she truly believed what she had just encountered.
 
Was this the residual effects of whatever she’d
taken into her body?
 
Could she now see
evil in whatever form it was?
 
Or was it
something else, completely sinister?

“What do you think it means?”
 
Her lavender eyes were insistent.
 
She wanted answers, fear rolling off her in
waves.

“There’s no reason to speculate, ma
cheri
.
 
When we reach our destination, I hope to find
answers.
 
Until then, rest.
 
Night is upon us.”

He nodded to Gabriel, whose turn it was to rest
some.
 
Gabriel nestled back into the
seat, pulling
Kadence
into his arms, casting
her a
quick look before closing his eyes.
 
After an hour or so of listlessness, the
lulling of the train over the tracks seemed to relax her and she began to
drift.

Michel rubbed his face, trying to wake himself
up.
 
It had been much too long since he’d
had to survive on short dozes to tide him over.
 
Once a battled hardened soldier, able to ride without sleep for days,
he’d become soft.
 

Soft men died.