Savage Saints (Monsters of Saint Mark's)

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

Then I remember her question. “Yes. I see in the dark.”

“Oh. Well, that’s handy.”

I smile at her, still unable to believe that she’s mine. And I mean ‘mine’ in the very literal sense of the word. “Come on,” I say, pulling her towards me. “It’s right over here.”

We enter the clearing and the smooth path under our hooves turns into a mass of grass. Not the kind that stands up and tickles your legs as you walk through it, but the heavy kind that flops over and makes a soft cushion to lie upon.

“Mmm,” Pie moans. “The ground is so soft.”

I stop and kneel down, still holding her hand, so she kneels with me.

“Are we here?” she asks.

We’re facing each other, her eyes trying to find me in the dark. “We’re here.” I reach down to find a candle inside a lantern, take it out, light it with a flint, then put it back inside the lantern.

Pie’s face flickers with the dim glow of candlelight as I reach for the tiny buttons on her silk blouse. She takes a deep breath, like this excites her and makes her nervous in the same instant. We’ve had sex at least once a day for weeks now. But this time feels different.

This time feels like a first.

So I go slow. Taking my time. Undoing each button carefully. And when that’s done, I slide the silk down her arms and let the blouse float to the ground.

Pie smiles at me, the lavender glow gone now, replaced by an almost unearthly golden radiance. We study each other for a moment. I’m caught in the spell of her eyes and maybe she is caught in mine too, because it’s a long moment of just… nothing.

But it’s so much more than nothing. I reach out and cup her breasts in my hands. Pie responds by closing her eyes and reaching for me. Her hand sliding up against the hard bulge beneath my pants.

I close my eyes as well. Wanting to enjoy every moment. I don’t want to miss a single feeling.

She pops the button on my pants, slides her hand inside, and wraps her warm palm around my shaft.

“Fuck.” She has no idea what she’s doing to me now.

Or maybe she does. Because she scoots closer—still on her knees—and then she presses her breasts up against my bare chest and leans into my neck to whisper, “I want to do things to you, Pell.”

My hands slip down from her firm, soft breasts until they find the waist of her pants. They are unzipped and open in a moment. She giggles and pulls away, but I push her back into the spongy grass, hook my fingers around the waistband of her pants, and pull them down her legs.

Then I plant my hands on either side of her shoulders and slowly ease my body down on top of hers. Pie’s hands grip my upper arms as my cock—still trapped inside these fucking pants—throbs against her lower belly.

Pie leans up to kiss me, her full, soft lips fitting against mine so perfectly. And just as her tongue slips in to tantalize me, she opens her legs, inviting me in.

“Take off those pants,” she whispers into my mouth.

I pull back from the kiss and almost guffaw. “After all these weeks trying to make me cover myself, now you’re suddenly eager—”

“Oh, shut up and take off the pants!”

I don’t want to. I mean, I do want to. But I don’t want to be away from her for the few seconds it will take for me to stand up and pull them down my legs.

Still, it has to be done. I need to be inside her.

I stand up—but to my surprise, Pie swats my hands away and unzips my zipper.

She looks up at me, still on her knees. And now… now this position is something else. I hold my breath, not even daring to dream about her intentions.

Once my zipper is down, she hooks her fingers into the belt loops and tugs until the tight pants slide down my legs and my dick springs up, finally free.

Pie is still looking up at me. She licks her lips, opens her mouth and—