Work Text:
He came like a siren in the dead of the night, all cicadas silenced. There was no sound in the woods, no rustling or trilling. He had looked at you with the sort of pity only a dog could hone and that little whimper stuck to his words dripped like honey. He said his crappy old Ford had broken down, and it was the front step of your family’s store that he landed on.
“I ain’t allowed to let anybody in without my parents in. I’m sorry.” you apologized to him, hand gripping the edge of the door. He watched you for a moment, plotting his next words. He shifted a little, head a bit bowed as if dejected by your denial of his entrance.
“I… you know, I understand. Truly. I get it,” he put a hand up, his shadowed eyes lifted to meet yours. He frowned for a moment, then licked his lips. “But, you see, I got a few buddies up the road. They told me if I was comin’ on through, I could stop by this lil’ ole place. Your daddy’s store- Old Johnny.” he explained, appealing to you as best he could.
“You got friends in town?” you asked, eyebrows drawn.
The stranger nodded. “Yes. Yes, ma’am. Name’s Remmick. I don’t s’pose your daddy’s said much ‘bout me.”
Something about him was so entrancing. His words that were drizzled in a thick Southern drawl didn’t seem to fit anywhere in particular– certainly not a Mississippi accent. His eyes shifted to your hand on the door, noticing how hard you were holding it.
“It’s awfully late. I just can’t let anybody in without solid permission.” you insisted, not much power to your words.
There was a distant coyote howl, and your eyes darted past Remmick to check if the creature was approaching.
“It is awfully late, darlin’. Terrible things out here, too.” he agreed, a brief reflective flash of his eyes as he turned his head back to you. You tried to analyze him– he did not seem to be a threat. He seemed, however, maybe a little too put-together to be somebody just traveling through an out-of-the-way town like yours. Amid your silent analysis, he gave you a weak smile.
“Just a little bit. You can come in for the telephone.” you conceded, letting go of your vice grip on the door to allow him entrance. He let out a soft noise, something almost carnal as he took slow strides over the threshold, hands in his pants pockets as he nudged the door shut behind him with his heel.
Your parent’s store was dark, lit only by one lamp on the register to save energy. You were waiting for a friend to share some corn liquor while your parents were away, staying in the store long after you should’ve been gone. Remmick seemed to sniff out the shop, eyes raking over everything around him.
“Beautiful lil’ place here.” he complimented, voice drawn out with feigned kindness.
You hummed in response, holding out a hand to point to the telephone on the far wall. “Phone’s there.”
“You ain’t gonna offer me water or nothin’? Didn’t yer daddy teach you hospitality manners?” he looked at you over his shoulder, the odd reflective gleam catching his eyes in the lamp’s amber glow.
You froze where you stood behind the register, palms sweaty as they rested on the countertop. He could taste your fear now– sweeter than moonshine cherries. A little grin drew on his face as he could hear your pulse deep in his eardrums.
In obedience, you poured him water from the pitcher on the counter, walking around to hand it to him.
“Oh, thank you, baby. I needed this,” he said warmly, raising the rim of the glass to his lips to drink back the water. You watched, the barrier of the counter no longer protecting you.
The glass empty, he handed it back, fingers grazing yours. “You’re awfully pretty for bein’ Old Johnny’s lil’ girl,” he complimented, watching you as you set the glass down.
Your face felt a bit hot, your body betraying you as his soft words broke you down, piece by piece.
“How’d you know my daddy?” you asked.
“We go way back. He owes me a lot, your daddy.”
There was something uneven in the air, spiking your nerves and building a whirlpool in the pit of your stomach. You eyed the door just past his head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. He tilted his head slightly, eyes reflecting red like a cat.
“Owes you what?” you fretted to ask, words shaking slightly.
Remmick lowered his head just a little, enough to seem as though he was pitying his prey before slitting its throat.
“Whatever I please,” he drew the word out, letting it wrap like a viper around your throat. A quiet whimper of fear slipped from your lips, exposing the burn of your vulnerability to the predator before you. He licked his lips, his jaw tightening as he swallowed. “I bet you taste just as good as you smell.”
You were under his trance as he leaned in, kissing your motionless lips. His mouth was tinged with the coppery metallic flavor of blood, and you were no fool even as you were hypnotized by something supernaturally seductive.
Remmick’s hand rested on the back of your neck as he kissed you, holding you still as if you were a disobedient kitten being picked up by their scruff. His controlling hold felt like a hundred pounds weighing your body down. He bit down on your lower lip, his sharp teeth sinking into your flesh as if it were butter.
His spell let up rather abruptly, and your panic returned. You jerked your hand back, knocking the glass he had drunk from onto the ground, shattering it into a million pieces.
You stepped back, disoriented and in a state of fear. Remmick watched with a cool collectedness as you stepped into the pile of shattered glass, your flesh slicing open against the shards.
“That makes this much easier for me, sugar.” he cooed, glass crunching under his boots as he stepped closer to you.
Without much thought, you turned to run from him. His hands caught your waist just barely, sliding against the smooth material of your dress. You ran out of the store’s back door, the burning, terrible pain in the soles of your feet limiting your speed as you broke into the woods. You panted and cried, limping as you tried to escape the threat that was Remmick.
The woods were silent. Absolutely silent .
No steps… no rustling. Just you crying and praying to God for mercy. The pain in your feet became too much, and you couldn’t see anything around you due to the filtered darkness of the night. You ran and ran, hoping for salvation.
Remmick was behind you, yet you didn’t know until he kicked the back of your left knee, sending you crumbling to the ground. You cried out, trying to scramble away against the dirt.
“It’s a sin to run from your salvation, lil’ darlin’. Don’t turn your back on God.” he remarked, pressing the leather sole of his boot against your back, pinning you down.
You were crying, face into the dirt. “Please… I’ll do anything.” you begged.
Remmick fell to his knees, straddling your waist as he turned you on your back. You looked at him, the look on his face terrifying. He looked like a wolf, and you were the lamb about to be torn between his teeth.
“I don’t want anything ,” he said, running his hand down the valley of your chest. You held your breath. “I want you. Your moonshine blood, your sweet tears,”
You squirmed beneath him, trapped by his weight around your hips. His hand came up to touch your face, squeezing your lower jaw in a possessive manner. He turned your head to the side, finger grazing over your jugular.
“I’d been watchin’ you. Hearin’ you beg and cry for help every night. You wanted out. You wanted freedom,” he began, his hand cold on your flesh. “Who answered your call, hm? Not God. No. No, I did. I came as your salvation, baby.”
“Please…” you whispered, still crying.
You could see the drool gathering at the corner of his mouth, his hunger palpable as he had you trapped beneath him. Remmick used his thumb to pull your lips apart, leaning over your as he pursed his lips, producing a string of spit that slowly slid from his mouth and down into yours. The electricity in your body betrayed you. You writhed as his spit hit your tongue as if it were an aphrodisiac.
Your hand moved up to his shoulder, fingers digging into his skin as he leaned down closer to kiss you. Before he could, you stuck your tongue out and lapped up the spit gathered on the corner of his mouth, eager to taste more of him. He let out a deep sigh, fingers pressed deep into your lower jaw.
Kissing you hungrily, his hand became friendly with your body. He yanked up the dress you wore, eager to feel more of your warm, human skin against his flesh.
Drunk on his proximity, you were reactive to everything he did. Every little bite, every squeeze of his hands on your body. He kissed you with aggressive fervor, almost as if he were trying to eat you. You ended up with your dress discarded onto the dirt, your legs arched on either side of his body as you were left in just your thigh-high nylons and your cotton panties.
As your fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, his hand slithered between your parted thighs, his lips on your tender neck. His movements were overwhelming, sending your body into a tingling state of pleasure. You tugged at his hair, exhaling deeply.
Your body like static, you couldn’t feel the jagged earth below your exposed skin and you couldn’t feel the sharp stab of Remmick’s teeth into your chest as he stole a taste of your blood, too hungry to control himself.
Pulling back from you, his lips and chin were tainted with your blood, his eyes catching the sparse shine of moonlight through the trees and shining a bestial shade of red. You were scared, yet the taut churn in your stomach negated the fear. You whimpered, looking down at the wound just above your breast.
“I ain’t ever tasted anythin’ quite like you, honey.” he said with a short pant, running his fingers over the blood on your chest. He kissed the wound, lips traveling downward with butterfly kisses until his head was nestled between your thighs, tongue teasing you.
You stared up at the sky as it was obscured by the treetops, lips parted in breathy moans. Your fingers raking through his hair, your eyes watered, tears trailing down the sides of your face. His hands squeezed the outside of your thighs as they rested on his shoulders, his tongue lapping slow circles on your clit.
There was something primal and animalistic about the way he tasted you. The skill and strength of his tongue was otherworldly, creating the kind of sensations throughout your body you didn’t even know existed. Remmick pushed a careful finger inside of you, priming you for what was to come.
The pleasure built and built, avalanching into a powerful orgasm that had you shaking beneath his tongue. He kept going, aware of how sensitive you were. His hand on your thigh squeezed your flesh, his finger curled deep inside of you.
As he lifted his head from between your thighs, his mouth was covered in a mix of blood and your arousal, creating a mess on his pale skin. You leaned forward, bridging the gap between you and him so you could kiss him once more, sloppily gathering the mess on his face onto your lips and onto your tongue.
Without his stimulation, you ached for more, your cunt clenching around nothin. You wiggled your hips, hoping to regain his attention between your legs.
“My girl, so eager.” he said into the kiss, his hand wiping the stained tears from around your eyes.
Without wasting time, he undid the zipper of his pants, yanking your thighs into place so he could fuck you properly. Lying flat, you watched as he slid himself into you, slow as he wished to still be gentle with you.
The pressure didn’t hurt much, your body still numbed by the aphrodisiac of his spit. You wrapped your arms around him, your cheek pressed into his shoulder as you reacted to the sensation of Remmick buried deep inside of you. He shushed your cries, hand petting the back of your head.
“Just let me, baby. Let me in and feel me.” he cooed, words sending a shiver through your body.
When he began to thrust a little faster, you held onto him tighter, your moans like the finest song known to mankind as they were close to his ear. You soon went limp against the bare earth once more, raising your arms above your head.
Remmick studied your tear-stained face, his arms flexed and gorgeously defined as he held himself over you. Your lips remained parted, allowing him to spit into your mouth once more. You stuck your tongue out, accepting the stream of spit. He fucked you a little harder, face shadowed by the darkness of the forest you were swallowed in.
As you began to climax the second time, he kissed you, your moans muffled by his tongue in your mouth. Your nails dug into his shoulders, he quickly moved to bite down on your lower lip once more, breaking the skin as he finished inside of you, his warmth filling you up.
In the wake of your orgasm, Remmick lingered inside of you, holding you for a moment. You stared at the trees around you once more as they seemed to breathe. He exhaled deeply, his cheek against yours. Your body limp, he could’ve done anything and you’d be unable to react.
“My perfect girl,” he finally said, hand running down the side of your face in a possessive, total manner. “How could I let you go now?”