When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 10 (Patreon)

He smelled something else. The rankness of it cut through all the normalcy and went right into his nostrils. Another intruder was in his domain!

Ripping the branch of a pine tree out of the way for a look in the direction of the odor, his nose flared above snarling lips: the hateful man-smell, the scent of the gun… and now, the smell of a mountain lion. He saw it, swishing its tail, letting out a low and angered hiss at the sight of him.

He recognized the feline scent as he heard the sounded warning; he let out his own, barely audible growl of displeasure. Then he moved through the underbrush. Making his way to the pine tree where the great cat resided.

Standing up on his hind feet, he reached high up with his forepaws, whipping their claws through the branches to send them into a flurry of motion. The mountain lion yowled, its fervor driving it into rude loudness normally under its dignity.

With his own howl, he stomped his foot into the ground, grinding an impression deep into the frozen, but yielding clay. A warning that this was not the mountain lion’s territory. And it heeded him, dropping from the pine branches to run away with tail milling behind it.

Dropping again to all fours, he moved off again. The flush of pride he felt at dealing with one outsider told him that now was the time for the others to be dealt with.

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God, what am I doing? I won’t be a whore… not when I don’t know for sure that Irvin and Mr. Vought had any sort of agreement between them.

His hands came up the full swell of her hips, groping their way to her panties, to their elastic waistband. With one smooth pull he had them down her legs, letting in the cool air to her soft pubic thatch.

I couldn’t believe that at first—why should I believe it now? I only have Danny’s word for it.

Bettie could not be unaware of her complete nakedness—the display of herself to someone she wasn’t married to, wasn’t even dating, didn’t even like. She blushed with shame. Too late, she reached down to hide herself, secreting her womanhood under her hand while the wisp of nylon that had protected her cleared her ankles and came off her feet.

He wanted me to react this way, do something while I was angry with Izzy.

Danny tossed her panties aside callously: not interested in them, only what they’d held.

Oh, I’m such an idiot! I almost fell into his trap!

Bettie tried to get up, but this time Danny stayed in the way, practically pinning her down with the superior weight of his body. “Wait a minute, now, wait a minute—I changed my mind! I won’t do it! I can’t!”

She reached out to push Danny away, but her hands froze when they touched his chest. His bare chest, with all its muscles, all its hair. She couldn’t move—her palms felt locked to his naked skin, his flesh burning like hers was. The feel of it flowing into her fingers… she squeezed almost involuntarily, getting the taut firmness of his pectorals.

I don’t want this to happen… it shouldn’t be happening… but how do I stop it? I can’t seem to. If I want to get up, run, shouldn’t I be doing that? Instead of letting him make me a slut… even now he’s making me be a slut… making me enjoy the touch of his body… it’s like he knows, the bastard… knows there’s something inside of me I can’t fight… and it’s making me… making me…

Before Bettie could diagnose the part of herself that had so much power over her, Danny was in motion. He slithered down her body, lower and lower, his full head of hair dwindling in Bettie’s eyes until she thought it might merge with the triangle between her legs.

But then Danny’s reaching hands blotted out her gaze: they reached up almost fully the length of her body, until the fingers were clutching at her luscious breasts. His strength massaged into them, kneaded their fullness with an intensity that made Bettie keen in pain.

Even as she hurt, Danny’s lips trailed down her belly, wetly kissing the lean white flesh, teasingly dipping into her navel with the tip of his tongue. And then his face brushed against the soft curls of her thatch.

Belatedly, Bettie realized his intentions. The thought was heinous to her: too intimate, far too daring. It would’ve been less shocking if he’d penetrated her, even if he’d shot in her. But this was something only Izzy had done, and only when he loved her, not when he was just pleasing her.

Bettie’s green eyes widened in terror, remembering how Izzy had looked between her legs and realizing now Danny was in the same position. But his hands, the way they touched her… it was hard to believe the two men were doing anything like the same thing.

Then Danny’s hands left her tits. They slid down, barely bothering with a touch to her curves, he was in such a rush to get at her. His strong grip came onto her knees, lifting them up, bringing her sculpted thighs vertical above her body. Then he spread them, levering them to either side with her sex splayed open between them.

The pink lips flowered open, showing the coral wetness waiting for him, the tiny throbbing clit nestled in its tender pink hood—even her puckered anus, twitching with the responsive pulses that were flowing through all of her lower body.

With strength that had strangely left her body, Bettie tried to protect herself. She had to close her legs, had to stop Danny before she’d given up everything to him… the thing inside her… she couldn’t let the thing inside her win!

“Stop, Danny, stop… you have to stop…” But her own voice came out weak-willed, powerless, like someone would say something they didn’t really believe. All the fierceness of her disavowal, deep inside her, didn’t make it out to her quavering lips.

Danny placed his body between her milky thighs, keeping them far apart, then used his hands to push them down until Bettie’s legs were flat against the blanket, even with how open they were. It struck Bettie as a purely obscene position and the pilot seemed to agree, the way he leered down at her naked femininity with pure animal lust.

“God, that looks good. That beautiful little cunt of yours could be worth a million dollars, the way it looks. No wonder you act like it’s gold-plated.”

“Please, you can’t… I couldn’t… Izzy, he’s the one, he—oh, won’t you let me up?”

Danny only smiled, slipping his hands loose of her legs so they clapped shut with his body in the way. Then he pried them back down to the ground. “You’re used to taking it on your back, aren’t you? But not with a fella’s tongue. That’s something special to you, huh?”

“Only me and Izzy… because he loves me… why would you even want to? Don’t you want to have your fun?”

“This is fun for me, you little Jezebel,” he chortled. “You may let Izzy up your dress, but he doesn’t know what to do there. I’m going to show you what you’re missing.”

Tears rimmed Bettie’s eyes. She wasn’t sad, but the immensity of her emotion, the pressure she was under—it made her want to shake herself until she flew apart! “It won’t work! I won’t feel anything for you!”

“I’m calling your bluff, dollface. You’re not going to lie back and think of England with me, oh no. You’re gonna be one happy little hooker!”

His hands stayed on her warm thighs, holding her still not so much through any hold on her, but with the feeling of his touch where her groin just began to get sensitive. And Danny gazed down hungrily at her slender pink slit… ringed with the sparse, delicate hair of her womanhood.

Bettie lay on the blanket as if rooted to it, her eyes pleading with him, though from the look he mirrored back at her, Bettie didn’t know what she was pleading for. She still felt shame in her petrification, but it was flared with arousal at his controlled, authoritative movements.

Danny put his thumbs on the soft petals of her labia and slowly drew them away from each other like he’d parted her legs before. Laying open her sex just as he’d talked her into lying down, as he’d stripped her of her clothes, as he’d opened her thighs. His eyes had been served a steady diet of her lessening inhibitions and now they were hungry to take their biggest bite yet out of her.

“I get what I want,” he told her evenly. “Lucky for you I want you to enjoy this… I want you to remember how much you came, even when you told yourself you didn’t want to.”

Bettie whimpered, starved of dignity and starved of pleasure. She lifted her head—that she could do—and saw down the valley of her cleavage to Danny’s lust-riddled face, poised between her open thighs like he was about to beg her to close them on him, squeeze his face together with her open cunt.

She felt the hot gust of his exhales roll over where she was a woman, a place she’d only allowed Izzy to visit, and she moaned with shame and something else, something inside her that was getting out. The look on her face begged Danny for mercy—the mercy of satisfying her instead of making her wait.

Danny’s head came down and Bettie had barely seen it, had not processed it when she felt his lips on her opening… the heated length of his tongue entering the space within her, sliding open the barrier of her sexual muscles and touching the sensitive flesh they protected. Sparking the pleasure her inner folds produced.

Oh God, he’s doing it. He’s doing it and I’m letting him and I’m feeling it! My body won’t… it has to feel it… no matter what I think… there’s only one way to respond when his tongue is in—inside me!

And it was true. No matter her distaste, Bettie’s lovely body could not help but respond. She jerked about with frantic, convulsing twists of her pelvis. A loud, unknowing groan came from deep in her chest; she ground her buttocks into the blanket as if trying to get away from his mouth, but there was no getting away. Only a useless, helpless gesture to make as she wailed in delight—his tongue working in and out of her like it had never tasted anything so fine.

“You’re as good to taste as you are to look at, Bettie,” Danny slurred, barely taking his mouth away from her deliciousness to speak.

“Oooooh! Your tongue! You—you know what I taste like!” Bettie wailed in disbelief and shock and, finally, a kind of satisfaction with the idea. “Bastard! Rotten, rotten bastard!”

She tossed her head around, her ebony tresses flying in a gesture that shook too hard to be signaling no. It looked more like she was trying to fit inside her head the staggering ideas she’d just voiced.

Her head stilled and she looked again down between the full rises of her breasts to see the endless hunger being stated between her legs. Bettie’s small hands clutched into fists at the thought of herself as some feast Danny Cannon could avail himself of indefinitely. She beat at his head and shoulders, but there was no force behind her blows, nothing Danny couldn’t ignore in his infatuation with the sweetness of her.

What she really had to fight was herself—the blissful feeling of being so completely accepted, enjoyed to the point of being gorged on. She tried fervently to keep her rational mind away from the awareness of how good it all felt; to hold onto her feeling of violation when it was being seduced away from her so thoroughly that only crumbs remained inside her head.

This couldn’t be happening, but she wanted it to happen. At least, she wanted to feel how it felt… that was maybe worth ignoring everything else.

Oh! His tongue is so good! How can it be so good? Is it because of how he’s enjoying it… how sweet he says I am… that makes it sweet for me too? That sounds nice… but I can’t let this go on! I can’t keep enjoying it! The more I enjoy it, the worse it gets!

But the wickedness had only started. She had no idea how much worse… more wrong… it could get.

Danny’s lips found her little clit enshrined in its hooded sheath. He played at it with his tongue, pressured it with his teeth, leaving Bettie mewling and gasping in wretched enjoyment until it was out of its hood and between his teeth. Bitten down on as his tongue caressed it, running up and down, then spiraling around its tip. Then finally sucking, the sensations volcanic all throughout her heaving, driving loins.

It was a wonder Danny could keep his mouth on that little bud, but he did and nothing stopped. It felt like none of it would ever stop. His mouth opened wider, embracing more of her, and his tongue went deeper… still finding only silken smoothness as it probed for whatever it could find inside her.

As out of control as the rest of her, her head tossed from side to side. Danny was fucking her with his mouth and she felt it in the furthest reaches of her flailing hair. His long, wet tongue slipped up and down her hungry cunt. She whimpered and Danny listened to her mewls as though he were feeding on the newfound pleasure she was expressing.

Then Danny shifted, drawing Bettie’s legs back up to slide his arms under them. He wedged his shoulders between her quaking thighs. His hands pushed at the bottom of those luscious thighs, getting them up over his shoulders—draped there to the sides of his grinning face. He pulled her hips to him, her plump buttocks flattening against his chest, while his tongue kept up its entertainment of her velvet interior. It swirled and flicked; tiny gestures that he knew would soon made Bettie entirely his conquest. Then she would be his to do with as he wished—this absurdly luscious, innocent little morsel of a girl.

She cried out: agonized distress tumbling together with unwilling delight. They made for a feral sound in the forested wilderness. Danny was being almost gentle… a tongue could only be so violent… but Bettie made it sound like she was being ravished with his tongue thrust deep into the searing depths between her open legs.

Danny was enthralled by her taste, but he was also fascinated by how her hands fought desperately against their own gestures. Despite how he was enjoying her, he kept an eye on how she kept struggling with herself until the hopeless battle was lost. Then she reached out jerkily to him—tangling her fingers in his hair to pull him closer, tighter. She didn’t want the source of all her unwanted pleasure going away after all.

Now she was his and this wasn’t just sex, it was victory. Bettie Page was all his to play with, to fuck, to ruin even—if such a vision of loveliness could be ruined. In any case, that flaunted playfulness of hers was going to get a workout. And so would so. However and whenever Danny felt the need.