"What do you mean you've never even kissed a girl?" said Jordan.
Miles stumbled and caught himself on a low branch overhead. "Just what I said," he replied, shaking his hand. The bark had scratched him.
Jordan stopped in the middle of the path and turned to look at him. "How old are you again?"
Miles squinted against Jordan's flashlight glare. "You know I'm eighteen.”
"Yeah, I know that, I just can't figure out how the hell it can be true after what you just told me. Never kissed a girl, not once, seriously?"
"There's nothing wrong with it," Miles said. He hitched his jacket up higher. It was a warm June night, but he wore it out of habit. A breeze stirred the trees, but other than that the woods were quiet. "I'm just waiting for the right girl."
"We're not talking about marrying the damn girl," said Jordan, “we’re just talking about rounding first. How right does she have to be?”
Jordan continued down the path. Miles almost had to jog to keep up. Jordan was much taller and his long legs kept him in the lead.. Miles could have moved faster if he hadn't left the other flashlight behind, but as it was he had to step carefully in the dark. The moon was full, but little light broke through the trees.
"I'm fucking well embarrassed for you," Jordan said. "Wait, does this mean you're gay?"
"No," said Miles.
Jordan stopped again. "Dude, if you're gay, you can tell me, I'm fine with it. I don't think-"
"No, I am not gay," said Miles
"Okay, okay. Would have made more sense if you were. Hey, what about Penny Dreuer?"
Miles ducked under another low branch. "We were never actually dating, she just told people that so that the football team would stop hitting on her."
"For real? Why didn't you say anything?"
Miles frowned. "Why the hell would I? People thought I was dating Penny Dreuer."
Jordan laughed. "Miles, we have to fix this. You can't start your senior year of high school this way. You'll grow up to be a serial killer or something."
Miles' jacket caught on a manzanita bush and he had to stop to make sure it didn't rip.
"Are you going to tell me why we're out here?"
"Because it's Midsummer's Eve,” said Jordan.
Miles stopped. "What the hell does that mean?"
"No idea," said Jordan, "all I know is that Katherine Frye and her friends are having a bonfire party out here tonight and she wanted us to come."
"Katherine Frye?” said Miles. “That girl who tried to sue the school to break up Mrs. Fredinini's prayer circle because she said it infringed on her rights as a pagan?"
"And she's got nice tits," said Jordan, grinning. "We have summer school together. She told me at lunch that it's Midsummer's Eve and her friends are gonna be out here talking to the spirits of the solstice."
"What does that mean?"
"Fuck, I dunno, some Wiccan crystal-waving shit. When she talks about that king of thing I mainly just nod. She said they needed some 'primal male energy' to 'balance out the gathering.'" He slapped Miles on the shoulder. "You hear that? 'Primal male energy.' These girls wanna get primal, Miles."
Miles groaned. "If you'd told me what we were doing I'd have stayed home."
"That's why I didn't tell you, and you're lucky I didn't. Never kissed a girl, damn." He shook his head. "I blame myself. We need to get you out of the house more. Just follow my lead tonight and you can round second, easy."
"I'm not interested in Katherine."
"You better not be, she's mine. But there'll be plenty of girls here. Some of them are even college girls!"
Miles stopped to catch his breath. The trail lead up a steep incline and his legs were killing him. There was a drop off on one side and a sheer wall on the other.
"Are you sure you know where we're going?" he said. "We're a long way from where we parked the truck."
"Well they have to go a long way out to avoid the Forest Service. We don't exactly have a permit for this bonfire, ya know. Katherine gave me directions though, let me check."
Miles saw what was about to happen before Jordan realized it; when Jordan stuck his hand into his pocket, all his weight shifted to one leg, and a large rock broke away under his foot, bouncing down the drop-off on one side of the path. Jordan stumbled, and then he was teetering on the edge, arms flailing, mouth open, too surprised to even cry out
Miles jumped forward and caught his arm. He pulled, and Jordan stumbled and fell forward, and Miles' legs tangled with his, tripping him, and then before he knew it Miles was falling forward. He slid down the embankment on his back, loose dirt and stones tumbling after him, until another manzanita bush broke his fall at the bottom. He landed in a heap. Jordan's flashlight landed next to him a second later.
He heard Jordan's voice from the top: "Miles! Shit, Miles, are you okay? Can you hear me?"
"Are you alive?"
"This doesn't feel like rounding second," said Miles.
"Are you hurt? Can you move?"
Miles untangled himself from the bush and looked himself over. He was cut and bruised, and his jacket was shredded, but nothing was broken.
"I'll live," he said.
"I lost my flashlight," said Jordan. "Do you see a way up?"
Miles picked up the flashlight. It was broken. "No," he said, "it's too dark down here."
"Shit. I'll go back to the truck for the other light. Don't move, okay?"
"I've moved enough for one night," said Miles. His head hurt.
"Just wait, I'm going to get a light and find a way down." Miles heard movement at the top of the hill, and then he was alone, in the forest, in the middle of the night.
"Great," he said, "I'll just stay here and mind the bears and coyotes."
"There are no coyotes," said a voice right next to him, and Miles screamed. He spun around, tripped, and fell again, landing facedown in the dirt.
"That's not much of a coyote call," said the voice, “but I'm sure you'll get better with practice."
There was a girl his age, dressed in a green flower-print dress with blond hair down to her shoulders, and she was helping him to his feet. She pulled him up by his arm. She was very strong.
"Holy shit," said Miles. "You scared the hell out of me."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're scared? You're the one who almost fell on me."
Miles leaned against a tree trunk and waited for his heart to stop pounding. "I did?"
"Uh huh," she said. She rubbed one bare arm and traced in the dirt with her foot. She wasn't wearing any shoes. "I was standing right there when you fell. Another foot to the left and I'd have broken your fall."
"Sorry," he said. "I lost my balance up on the trail."
"Are you hurt?"
"Just bruised. I'll be fine. Are you one of Katherine's friends? Are you here for the bonfire?"
"We're having a fire, yes. It's Midsummer's Eve."
Miles scratched his head. "I keep hearing that, yeah. Is it close? My friend knows the way, but he had to go back."
"It's not far," she said. "Come on, I'll show you."
She took him by the hand. Miles' heart did a little leap. Down boy, he thought.
"Hang on," he said, "we should wait for Jordan."
"It's not far," she said again. "He'll be able to find us."
Miles shook his head. "You don't know Jordan. He could walk into an empty room and still not be the smartest guy there."
The girl laughed. "He'll be fine. What's your name?"
"That's a pretty name," he said. She was pulling him along with her through the trees. Pine needles and loose twigs snapped under his feet. How can she walk around out here without any shoes, he wondered?
"I've never seen you here before," she said, “is this your first time?"
"Yeah. Jordan is friends with Katherine, I think. She invited us. He says she did anyway."
"I see," said Syrella. Up ahead, Miles saw orange light between the tree trunks. "It's just through here," said Syrella. "The others are waiting for us."
She took him into the clearing where a fire was blazing. Picnic blankets were spread out on either side. Syrella sat on one and indicated that he should sit next to her. On the opposite side were two other girls, one with dark hair and high cheekbones, the other strawberry blond with a snub nose.
Syrella lifted Miles' arm halfway up and said:
"Look what I found! Everyone, this is Miles. Miles, that's Holly," she indicated the dark-haired girl, "and that's Annette."
"Um, hi," said Miles.
"Really, a man?" said Holly, rolling her eyes. "Are we allowed to have men?"
"We used to have men here all the time, before you scared them off," said Annette, smiling at Miles. "I think he's cute."
Miles ducked his head as he started to blush. Annette twirled her hair around one finger while she looked at him and then, seeming very earnest, she said: "Are we going to eat him?"
Miles laughed. No one else did.
"We'd better," said Holly. "He doesn't even look like a man to me, he looks like a little boy. Boys are tender." She grinned. Miles squirmed.
"I'm a man," said Miles, then regretted it immediately. Everyone snickered. Syrella patted his arm.
"I guess we'll find out soon," she said. "Where's Sonia?"
"Still out looking," said Annette. "Maybe if she catches something we won't have to eat him. It would be better."
"Speak for yourself," said Holly.
Miles had little experience with parties, but he didn't imagine that this was normal conversation.
"Um, is Katherine around?" he said. "We were supposed to meet Katherine. Jordan will be looking for us. He had to go back-"
"More men?" said Holly.
"Don't be a bitch," said Annette. "I like having men around sometimes. They're useful for certain things." She giggled.
Holly smirked. "Not this one. Isn't that right, little boy?"
Miles sighed. He stood and brushed his jeans off. "Okay, fine, I get it, I'm going."
Syrella caught his hand. "Oh no, come on, don't let her get to you. She's always like this. The rest of us want you to stay."
Miles shook her off. "I didn't want to be here anyway. I came because Jordan had some stupid idea of getting me my first-"
He shut his mouth. Syrella and Annette looked surprised. Holly howled with laughter.
"Not that!" Miles said, blushing even harder. "Just...a kiss. That's all."
"First kiss?" said Syrella. She raised her eyebrows.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," said Holly.
"Ohh, how cute!" said Annette.
Miles shrugged. "Yeah, well, anyway, nice meeting you all."
"Hold on," said Syrella. She stepped in front of him. "Have you really never even kissed a girl?"
Miles looked away, hands in his pockets. "It's not a big deal," he said.
"Yeah, he would say that, wouldn't he?" said Holly, and Annette slapped her elbow.
"Hush!" she said.
Miles wasn't sure he felt comfortable with the way Syrella was looking at him. It reminded him of the way a hungry dog looks at fresh meat.
"I'm, uh, just going to find my way back to the trail-" he said.
"No," said Syrella, "you're not." She closed the distance between them in two steps, grabbed hold of him, and, before he even knew what was happening, she kissed him.
Miles felt the ground lurch under his feet. He managed to stay upright, but just barely. Syrella's lips were warm and soft, and her delicate little fingers wrapped around his, squeezing. They kissed for a long time, and when she broke off Miles had to gasp for air. He was light-headed and felt flushed all over. Syrella was smiling at him again.
""Aw, I wanted to do it!" said Annette.
“Oh please,” said Holly.
Syrella let go of his hand. "Now do you still want to go?"
"Wow," was all he said. She took him back to the fire and sat down with him. He was dazed.
"I'm keeping him," said Syrella. "No one gets to eat him."
"For fuck's sake!" said Holly, throwing up her hands.
Annette leaned in and whispered: "How did it feel?"
"Wow," he said again.
"Well this is adorable and all," said Holly, "but if Syrella is going to keep every stray she finds then we're all bound to go hungry. And I get really bitchy when I haven't eaten."
"Really?" said Miles. "You must not have eaten in years."
He hadn't meant to say it. The words just came out of his mouth. The girls all froze, plainly unsure what was going to happen next. Holly tensed, and Miles prepped himself to run if he had to.
"It's taken care of," said a new voice from the other side of the clearing, and the tension of the moment was broken. Everyone turned at the same time, and Miles' jaw dropped.
A very tall woman, older than the girls at the fire, entered the clearing. She had long black hair and an olive complexion, and she was as naked as the day she was born. On top of that, she was leading a dappled brown doe into the clearing by hand, stroking its muzzle and singing to it under her breath. The deer's big black eyes blinked at the firelight.
Miles was sure he must be seeing things.
"See," said Annette, "I told you Sonia would catch something. And what a beautiful animal."
"I still want the kid instead," said Holly.
"I'll fight you for him," said Syrella. She sounded serious. Holly flinched.
Sonia lead the deer to the fireside. Miles' mouth was still open. She didn't appear to notice him. He swallowed and tried to think of something to say. All he came up with was:
"You're not Katherine's friends, are you?"
They all looked at him. Annette giggled and shook her head.
"We're the daughters of the earth," said Syrella. "See?" She held out her hand, and Miles saw five black spots making up the points of a pentagon on her palm.
“What’s that?” he said.
“A sign,” said Syrella.
The other girls showed him the same marks on their hands. Sonia said nothing, and still did not acknowledge him.
"You'd better take your clothes off, Miles,” Syrella continued.
“Your clothes, off.” Syrella pulled her dress over he head. Miles gaped again.
"Rules are rules," said Annette, ditching her dress too.
“What are you, I mean, why...huh?”
“Come on, snap to it,” said Syrella.
"If you so much as glance at my tits I'll find out where you live," said Holly, stripping down.
Miles gaped more, then looked at the ground until Syrella directed his gaze back up with her hand on his chin.
"Miles?" said Syrella, "I meant right now."
"I, uh, I don't think-"
Sonia looked at him for the first time. She frowned. Miles froze. Then he took off his shirt, hopping up and down to pull his pants off one leg at a time.
"Good boy," said Syrella.
He hesitated before taking off his underwear, but he didn't think there wouldn't be any exceptions made for modesty. Syrella was diplomatic enough to look away, and Holly only rolled her eyes, but Annette looked right at it, and giggled again. Thank God it's a warm night, he thought.
"So, uh, what's going on?" he said.
"Shh," said Syrella. She pointed to Sonia and the deer. Sonia put one hand on the animal's neck and one on its chest. The doe trembled, but didn't run.
"How does she do that?" said Miles.
"Practice," said Syrella.
"Are we ready?" said Sonia.
"Yes!" said the girls in unison, making Miles jump.
"This, on Midsummer's Eve, we give to the earth," said Sonia.
"To the earth," repeated the girls. Miles mumbled along with them.
Sonia pushed her face up to the doe's neck. Miles thought she was going to kiss it. Is this what Wiccans always do at parties, he wondered? Maybe it was a vegan thing.
Then, as he watched, Sonia sank her teeth into the animal's neck and jerked her head away, ripping it's throat out in one bite.
"Jesus Christ!" said Miles.
Holly grabbed his wrist and squeezed so hard that he dropped to his knees.
"Don't ever say that again," she said. He nodded and gasped and she let go.
The doe staggered and fell without a sound, legs twitching. Blood dripped from Sonia's mouth. She swallowed the hunk of flesh, then stuck her hand into the doe's wound and came out with a handful of raw, bloody venison. This she held out to Holly, who ate it from her fingers. Miles gagged.
Definitely not vegan, he thought.
Holly then tore a piece off of the carcass and fed it to Annette. Annette swallowed the raw meat, then kissed Holly's bloody fingers. Miles‘s stomach rolled over. Syrella was holding him up again.
The smell of blood was right under his nose. He realized that Annette was holding a bloody hand out to him now, offering something. He knew what it was. He shook his head, backing away.
"Oh no," he said. "It's okay, really, I already ate. In fact, I just became vegetarian. Right this second."
"Miles..." said Syrella, but he kept talking.
"I mean, I respect your, um, beliefs or whatever, but it's not for me. Really though, that's nice of you, I appreciate it, just, um, pass it on, or something."
Sonia looked at him. Blood was all over his mouth. "This is the Midsummer rite. It's a rite for hunters."
"And if you're not the hunter," said Holly, licking her lips, "you're the hunted." There was blood on her teeth.
Syrella pushed Miles forward. "Miles, this is not optional," she whispered. "You're cute and all, but if you don't do this, you're next. My teeth aren't as sharp as Sonia's, but I'm sure I could get it over with in one bite."
He looked in her eyes. She was serious. His body debated whether this would be a good time to pass out. It apparently decided that the answer was no, which Miles wasn't sure he agreed with.
He leaned forward, trying very hard not to think about what he was doing. Annette stuck her fingers in his mouth, something he normally would have enjoyed, but in this case it was hard to ignore the sour stink of hot blood or the raw, slippery mass she pushed in.
He swallowed, choked, gagged, and swallowed again. It tasted awful.
"Good," said Syrella. "Now the next part."
Miles' legs wobbled as he approached the deer carcass. It was still twitching. After several seconds' hesitation, he stuck his hand into the torn throat. It was slippery, and he couldn't tear the meat free until Syrella helped. She ate from his fingers without comment, and then Syrella fed Sonia, finishing the circle.
"We've observed the hunter's rite," said Sonia then. "Let it remind us always of the true nature of life, and the games we play with death."
She grabbed the deer by its haunch and, as Miles stared, dragged it away with one hand, into the brush and out of sight.
Did any of that really just happen, he thought. Then he tasted the blood in his mouth again. Oh God, he thought, please don't hurl, please don't hurl.
Syrella stroked his arm and whispered in his ear again. "You did fine. The first time is hard."
"That was...really strange," he said. "Is it over?"
"The hard part is," she said. She kissed him again. Her lips tasted like blood.
"Who are you?" he said. "Who are all of your? What is this?"
"We're just people. Most of the time. Don't ask so many questions Miles, just try to enjoy yourself. Look." She pointed. Miles looked. Holly and Annette were kissing.
Flickering orange light from the fire reflected off their naked bodies. Holly's hands were in Annette's hair, and Annette's fingers raked Holly's bare back. Both girls' breasts were crushed against each other while hips pressed to hips.
As Miles watched, Holly lay down on one of the fireside blankets, pulling Annette down with her. Annette pretended to struggle. "Help, help, she's an animal!" she said. Holly responded by biting Annette on the side of neck, and she gasped.
Miles felt a pain in his shoulder. He cried out. Syrella laughed in his ear. She'd bitten him hard enough to draw blood. "What the hell?" he said.
"Sorry," she said, kissing the other shoulder. "Sometimes we play rough. You don't mind, do you?"
"I-" he said, then trailed off. Syrella's naked body was pressed against his back, and her hands were roaming all over him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and ran her hands over his chest. She licked away a drop of blood that was running down his body from the shoulder wound. Her tongue was very, very red.
She lead him to the other blanket. Holly and Annette were very busy nearby, a thrashing, tangled mass of limbs, mouths open in a constant stream of hot kisses. He blushed and turned away, but Syrella turned his head back. Annette saw him and winked. Holly made a disgusted noise.
Syrella's hands moved lower. They glanced against his hardening cock and her jerked. She murmured in his ear, but he could not make out the words.
"Syrella?" he said. His voice sounded very loud all of a sudden.
"Yes?" she whispered. She was sitting in his lap now, trying to push him to his back, efforts against which he provided only minor resistance.
"I don't understand anything that's going on," he said.
"That's fine," she said. "Just let your animal instincts take over."
He was on his back now, and she straddled him, kissing her way down his chest. Her lips were hot. He was sweating from the warm night and the heat of the fire, but mostly from her. Now and then he turned to watch the other girls. Annette was straddling Holly while Holly teased her nipples with her tongue piercing.
She was grinding her hips against the other girl's in a slow, steady rhythm. It was hypnotic. Miles found the longer he watched, the harder it was to look away. The gyrations of Annette's body disoriented him, making him feel giddy and drunk. The light of the fire made everything hazy and unreal. A warm breeze moved through the trees. .
Syrella's fingers looped around the base of his cock, jerking. He tried to stifle a groan out and it came out as a kind of whimper instead. Syrella smiled.
“I’m already your first kiss,” she said. “Can I be your first everything else too?”
He tried to talk but it felt like he was going to swallow his own tongue instead.
“That’s okay,” said Syrella when she saw that he couldn't answer “it wasn’t really a question, and you don’t really get a choice.”
She guided his hands to her breasts, shaping his fingers to them. They were soft and warm and he felt his heart jump up in his chest. He tried to concentrate on his breathing for a little while. If he got much more stimulated, this would be over in a hurry.
He heard Annette moaning and couldn’t resist a glance over. She was on her back, legs in the air, head thrashing back and forth. Holly’s face was buried between her thighs. Annette’s eyes rolled back in her head and her chest jerked up and down with quick breaths as she shuddered. Her moans dropped into low growls, then rose again. Holly’s round, bare ass was arched into the air, her hips wiggling back and forth as she worked.
Miles’ attention snapped back to Syrella as she began grinding him. She slid back and forth against the hard shaft of his cock, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her lips were slightly parted and the tip of her tongue stuck between her teeth. Silhouetted by the campfire, her eyes stood out from her dark face, somehow luminous.
“Are you ready?” she said.
She took hold of his cock and stuck it between her legs. He moaned again. He couldn’t help it. He felt a tremendous sense of relief as he slid inside of her, the hot confines of her body closing tight around him. She grunted once, bucked hard, adjusted their position, then slid all the way down. She leaned over his chest, holding her lips just above his, and said:
“There, you’re mine now. You’re going to remember me for the rest of your life, however much longer that is. How does it feel?”
He couldn’t answer. His head rolled to the side. It wasn’t just that he was finally (finally!) losing his virginity, it wasn’t just that this girl was so beautiful it seemed like a dream, it wasn’t just that he was watching, out the corner of his eyes, as Annette raked Holly’s naked back with her fingernails and growled again and again, occasionally spitting out obscene half-phrases as she pumped her hips up and down in the other girl’s face.
It wasn’t just the warm night, or the hot fire, or the soft flesh, or the aching desire. It was the feeling that he was slipping away from himself. The where Syrella bit him still hurt. It throbbed. He felt feverish. He realized that his hands were moving over her body, and that she was riding him, her breasts bouncing up and down.
Holly and Annette changed positions next to them. Holly was now on her back, legs open, Annette lapping at her sex, swirling her tongue around. Holly was staring right at him, and he felt a chill all over,, but then Syrella pushed down on him harder and he forgot all about the others.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled so hard that he thought he might wrench her neck. He hadn’t really meant to do it. His hands were moving on their own. He thought she would be angry, but she only moaned encouragement, so he did it again, this time even harder. She responded by raking her nails over his chest. He screamed when she broke the skin, tracing jagged, bloody lines into his skin. She licked a drop of blood off the tip of one of her nails.
She was hot and tight around him, her cunt gripping the shaft of his cock as she pumped up and down on top of him. She leaned down and whispered, her mouth right next to his:
“You’re doing really good for a beginner, baby.”
He was about to respond when he felt another set of hands on him. He jumped and nearly screamed again when he saw that Holly had left Annette and was crouched beside them. She touched the scratches on his chest, tasted the drop of blood left on her trailing fingertips, and said:
“I want a turn."
Annette, watching them, went wide-eyed, and her jaw dropped. “No!” she said, sounding scandalized, and then she descended into giggles.
Syrella stopped and looked at Holly, then snorted. “Get your own,” she said, “this one’s mine.”
Holly pushed Syrella on the shoulder and for a second Miles really thought they might start to fight.
“I’m not going to hurt him,” said Holly. “Much.”
Syrella looked ready to object again, but Annette broke in:
“Let her try, Syrella, I want to see! She hasn’t done it with a man since...” Annette paused, brow furrowed for a minute, then gave up, shrugging. “I want to see!” she repeated.
"Oh, fine," said Syrella.
“Don’t I get any say?” said Miles.
“No!” said all three girls.
Syrella climbed off and Holly straddled him instead. Her legs were unbelievably powerful, and he winced as she crushed his thighs between hers. She smirked, running her fingers over his chest again, making him squirm. She swiped her nails over his chest, scoring his flesh again, and he winced and cried out.
“Holly!” said Syrella, reclining against Annette on the other blanket, the two girls kissing absently as they watched. “Be gentle. He’s just a lamb.”
“Why should I?” said Holly. “You weren’t. And he wasn't being so gentle with you."
"He can't help it," said Syrella. "He got the fever when I bit him. Poor dear doesn't know how to handle it."
"What?" said Miles.
"I still don't see why I have to go easy on him," said Holly, taking his face in her hand.
“Because I said so,” said Syrella. “And because I’m just loaning him to you.”
“Fine,” said Holly. She kissed Miles’ chin. “You just watch. I won’t harm a hair on his little head.”
Miles’ heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst. He had the feeling that if it weren’t for Syrella, Holly would bite his throat out then and there.
“What are you going to do?" he said.
“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Holly said, and, jerking his cock so hard her winced, pushed him against the dripping wet lips of her cunt. “You’d better keep it up little boy,” she said. “I don’t like being let down."
He gritted his teeth as he slid into her. Her body was hard and muscular. There was no give anywhere. He fit snugly inside her, her lips spread and wrapping around the base of him. She closed her eyes and ground herself on top of him. An intense, throbbing pleasure shot through the core of him.
She never moved her body the way that Syrella did, instead she squirmed her hips around and around, grinding his cock in a tight circle, keeping the full length inside the entire time. The other girls lay together beside the fire, watching them while fondling each other, Annette's lips planting sucking kisses on Syrella's breasts.
His thoughts became cloudy again and his hands were moving. He tried to stop them, certain that he would come back a finger short, but it was too late, he was grabbing her ass. She slapped his hands away. Without thinking about what he was doing, he responded by smacking her ass. The sound was so loud that it echoed.
Annette and Syrella gasped. Miles felt his heart stop. Holly froze in place.
That’s it, he thought. I’m a dead man.
Why had he done that? He closed his eyes and waited for the axe to fall. Holly’s face was right next to his. He could still smell the blood on her lips. She said one word:
He blinked. She stared a hole through him. The air in the clearing was still. He couldn’t have heard her right?
“Harder,” she said again.
She slapped him across the face, inviting a warning growl from Syrella. “I said harder. You must be able to do it harder than that,” said Holly. She seized his wrist. If she squeezed any harder she’d crush the bones.
“Come on, boy,” she said, moving her hips again. “Smack my ass. Do it like a man. Harder.”
She forced his hand to come down against her, the crack echoing again.
Her lips were pulled back as she grunted and growled, fucking him faster and faster and bringing his hand down against her rounded cheeks again and again.
The other girls were watching, unblinking. Holly had let go of Miles’ hand now and it was again moving on its own, obeying her command.
“Harder, damn it, smack my fucking ass!”
She grabbed his hair and pulled, and he screamed and growled, and he knew he’d be cumming soon, but she didn’t seem to care, just riding him faster and harder, her erect nipples crushed against his chest.
A hand stroked Miles‘ hair; Annette crouched next to him. She pushed Holly back a little, leaning over so that her breasts were right next to his mouth. Syrella stood nearby, firelight bathing her naked body, watching the three of them. Miles licked Annette’s breasts one at a time, briefly distracted by Holly’s wildly gyrating, clawing, howling performance down below. Annette’s touch was deft and soothing by comparison.
He kissed the tip of one pink nipple, then another. Annette's fingers moved over the cuts on his chest and shoulders, and the pain diminished wherever she touched him.
"Stop coddling him," said Holly.
Annette answered by grabbing Holly by her hair and pulling her up to kiss her. At the same time she sat up on her knees and spread her legs on either side of Mile's head, lowering herself down over his face, offering her wet pussy lips to his mouth. He licked her from back to front, and she squealed.
"Look at that," said Syrella. "You're learning all kinds of things tonight Miles."
Miles stuck his tongue out farther, probing the wet slit. The taste of her stung his mouth. She was still kissing Holly, and Holly was still madly gyrating, throwing herself up and down on Miles's cock, and Miles wrapped his hands around Annette's splayed thighs, pressed his mouth tight against her pussy and began lapping while she shook and moaned. His head spun faster and faster until he thought the world was going to spin out of control.
"You can keep going Miles," said Syrella's voice, although he couldn't place where it was coming from. "You can keep going forever, even when your body wears out, because you're not just a body. There's something inside of you that never gets tired. It's an animal, and it's screaming to get out."
Miles' vision blurred and his muscles knotted, and he was losing control, and everything was one, great, hot, wet, thrusting, heaving mass of hot flesh and wet desire and it was all his, all of it, everywhere, always.
"That's it Miles. Let it out. Let it all out. Give in to everything..."
His sense were on overdrive. He was cumming now, and he was aware of two of the girls (though he could not tell which two) fighting over who got to suck his cock as it spurted, and then there was a hot little mouth (he could not tell whose) wrapped around it as he emptied himself into it.
He grabbed the nearest body (not a clue whose) and pushed his mouth to it, kissing her neck, shoulders, thighs, and breasts, hands between her legs, feeling her wet all over, and he was already hard again, and just as he was ready to mount her a voice from somewhere shouted:
And then it was gone; the frenzy and the euphoria and the gauzy, surreal filter that was over everything. He was standing now, the girls standing with him, all looking flustered. He was sore everywhere.
"Take a deep breath," said Syrella, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a blanket. "Get a hold of yourself. The fever is passing. It's a lot to handle. Here."
Syrella handed him his pants and he struggled into them, putting both feet through one leg a few times before he got it right.
Sonia stood over the fire. He hadn't noticed her return.
"The sun will be up soon," she said. "Midsummer's Eve is almost over, and we have one last rite to perform."
"And I was just starting to have real fun," said Annette, pouting.
"Slut," whispered Holly.
"You're one to talk," said Annette. "You were loving it. I'm going to remember this next time you-"
"Girls!" said Sonia, and they all flinched. "It's time."
Miles had a headache. He was sore and bruised and covered in dirt and caked-on blood. The fire was dying down and it was harder and harder to see anything. Syrella kissed him again, her tongue stabbing into his mouth, and said:
"We have to go. Come back next year. Or I'll have to come find you."
Her eyes had changed color; they were a bright yellow shade that shouldn't be possible. She turned and ran toward Sonia, and as she did, she changed
. Her silhouette in the firelight became distorted and uneven, and she dropped to all fours but did not slow her pace, and by the time she reached Sonia, a great grey wolf was running in her place.
Miles felt faint.
"You'd better hope she finds you," said Holly, "or I'll find you first. You don't want me to find you first."
She showed her teeth; they were very long, and very sharp. She turned and ran, and by the time she covered the clearing, she was a black wolf with bright blue eyes.
Annette kissed him on the cheek. "You're sweet," she said. "But not too sweet. I like that."
She winked, and ran, and a third wolf joined the others. Sonia kicked dirt over the fire, smothering the clearing in darkness, and in the pitch black he saw four sets of luminous eyes, and heard four animal howls, and the sound of many padded feet running through the trees.
I wonder if this is a good time to faint, he thought. And then he felt himself fall back onto the ground, and he thought: Oh good. It is.
"Miles? Miles! Miles, can you hear me?"
He opened his eyes, and the light hurt. He tried to sit up, and that hurt too. It was morning. Pain was everywhere. He groaned.
"Oh God," he said, "am I dead?"
Jordan stood over him. "I thought so. You look like shit! What happened? And where are the rest of your clothes?"
He let Jordan help him up. He found his shirt, ripped nearly in half, draped over a stump nearby. His shoes were in the ashes of the fire pit. He tried to dress himself while moving as little as possible. It was difficult.
"I can't believe I found you out here," said Jordan. "I got lost on the way to the truck, then lost on the way back. I've been up all night looking for your stupid ass. Are you sure you're okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? That fall must have been pretty bad." Jordan scratched his head.
"It wasn't the fall that did this to me," said Miles. "But a hospital might be a good idea. I may need stitches."
"What happened last night?"
"I met some girls," said Miles. He wobbled on his feet as he tried to tie his shoes.
"No shit? Were they Katherine's friends?"
Miles looked at him. "No," he said, “they were definitely not Katherine's friends."
"Yeah, tell you the truth, I don't think Katherine was ever really going to meet us out here. A whole night wasted." Jordan kicked a rock. "But you met some girls, really?"
"Yep, really," said Miles. He wished Jordan would stop talking. His voice hurt Miles' head.
"Well what happened? Did you party with them?"
"Awesome! And?" Jordan looked at him expectantly. "Did you, ya know, get anywhere?"
"I..." Miles thought for a moment. His memories of the night were hazy. He thought he remembered...but things couldn't possibly have happened the way he remembered? He looked at his hand; there were five black points on his palm, in the shape of a pentagon.
He shook his head. "Yeah, I got somewhere. I kissed one of them."
"Well, all right then!” said Jordan. “That's good. I mean, you're still way, way behind, but at least you won't grow up to be a complete psycho now, right?
“Hey!" Jordan leaned in. "Is that...is that a bite mark?"
Miles covered it with his hand.
"Damn, it looks like some animal just took a chunk out of you!" said Jordan.
"One did," said Miles. He tried to rub the black marks off his palm. They didn't come off. "It did..."
Jordan laughed, then whistled. "Wow. That must have been some
Miles was quiet for a long time. Then he grinned and said:
"You have no idea."