Just Misunderstood

by thesilverhyena

Stranded under the unforgiving Texas heat, on the run from a deranged cult from her past, Blake McCormick and her father find themselves in Travis County and stumble into the old Last Chance Gas convenience store. There, Blake meets a large, mysterious, yet shy man. She is kind to him. She does not scream. Yet, she does not know what sort of Pandora's Box has just been opened.

18. Touch of Mercy

Just Misunderstood

By: TheSilverHyena

Warning:: Contains Mature/Adult Content, Violence and Gore, and Adult Language. If you cannot HANLDE these sorts of things, you might want to go elsewhere. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Chapter 18: Touch of Mercy

While Blake never liked what Thomas was chorused into doing, she didn't like seeing him hurt either. But upon dodging the confused stares from Luda Mae and her friends, one of them overhearing the girl's little mumble to herself, Blake wished that she'd have been wrong. With heavy, pounding stomps up the stairs of the pouch, Thomas shoved his way through the door. He was an absolute bloody mess, and it wasn't all from the two mangled, robed corpses that he dragged across the wooden floors with him.

"Oh-oh my, Lord have mercy! Tommy... my sweet boy, what happened to ya?" Luda Mae asked, rushing to her enormous son's side.

Thomas grunted, but didn't do much other then carry his burden into the basement with him. Of course, this left Luda Mae wringing her hands in worry, as any mother would.

For a moment, Blake thought about getting up, but honestly, she was too scared to move. She could feel the severe discomfort when she moved the wrong way, the searing pain that Thomas must have been in at this very moment. Plus, the girl never liked seeing the bodies, knowing what they were to be used for. Even if they were with the cult that would stop at nothing to force her into their fold or brutally murder her should she resist.

"Fuckin' hell!" Hoyt cursed, in an equally bloody state.

He had quite a nasty bruise on the side of his head and a multitude of lacerations, but Thomas had taken the brunt of the assault. The wannabe lawman flashed Blake a fleeting, suspicious glare, keeping it short due to Luda Mae's guests.

'That little bitch is involved with these robed assholes somehow... and I'm gonna find out how, exactly!' Hoyt mentally snarled to himself.

Without waiting to be excused, Blake left her seat at the table and called Thomas' name. It wasn't long before she heard the heavy footfalls clomping up the wooden stairs of the basement, followed by a blood and filth covered hand pushing aside the sliding metal door. Thomas stood before her, panting heavily through the mask of skin on his face. His posture slouched more then usual and Blake could tell that he was sweating profusely.

'Bad people... wanted to hurt pretty... Blake... now... bad people... can't.' Thomas rasped, mentally.

"Oh... oh dear God... Thomas..." Blake gulped nervously, looking as dark red blood seeped through the poorly wrapped bandage on his arm, "I... I didn't w-want y-you... t-to go..."

Truth is, it could have been a lot worse. He came back alive and kicking. But Blake could tell that these weren't some minor scrapes and bruises. Thomas looked like he was getting sick. However, as much as the brute wanted to reassure Blake that he was alright, Hoyt shouted at him from the other room to get the rest of the "meat" out of the trunk and down into the basement. Resisting the urge to stroke Blake's hair and skin with his blood-stained hands, Thomas groaned in disappointment and left to carry out the remainder of his chores.

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As for the next few hours... Blake didn't even want to think about them. Despite his injuries and Luda Mae's pleading, Thomas retreated into the basement to deal with the carcasses and prepare them for storage. He just wanted to get it done and over with so that he could be with Blake. Hoyt, after getting his wounds a once over and changing out of his bloody sheriff's uniform, showed the rest of the family the collection of knives, a few handguns, and even katana blade he and Thomas took from the house, though by far, the most unique weapon of all was the custom made armored gauntlet with the razor-tipped fingers which rested on top, blades still dripping with thick, congealing blood.

Feeling beyond uncomfortable, Blake had tried to slip away, only for Hoyt to stomp on her tether, removing the slack and keeping her right where she was.

"Someone... knows. Someone outside of the family." Hoyt warned, "Them buncha assholes, same ones that attacked our store and broke into our house to take Tommy's lil' doll away from him... they been takin' what's ours. They was just waitin', ready fer us."

Luda Mae gasped, covering her mouth in shock, "B-but if someone else knows, why don't they call the police on us?" she questioned, gingerly picking up the bladed glove in her hand, "W-why all this?"

Henrietta and the Tea Lady remained disturbingly silent while Blake trembled, trying to prevent herself from having a complete breakdown. Her father warned her that the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation would find her eventually, and it seemed as though they were getting closer. After several long, discomforting minutes, the silence was broken.

"Maybe that's the last of them, then?" Henrietta finally spoke up, hopefully, "At least Tommy's back, so he can protect what's important." she added, patting Blake's shoulder, causing the girl to jump.

Luda Mae nodded hopefully in agreement, though she still wrung her hands with worry when Hoyt elaborated. Corpses scattered about, of animals and people, just left to rot, some of which that had been there a while. The fact that many of these carcasses were laced with rat poison after slaughter. Needless to say, it was startling. Terrifying. Hoyt even laid out more of the upside down pentagram and goat charms, six in all.

"Godless heathens... such shameful practices." sighed the obese woman, taking another sip of her tea, 'Tryin' to kill such a sweet, sweet, poor boy like that.'

"No... t-that's where you're wrong," Blake corrected, her voice small, but audible.

Tears began to slide down her cheeks while the girl's heart began to wildly pound beneath her breast. The Hewitts had only begun to scratch the surface on this matter. But perhaps now they'd take her warnings about these people seriously!

"Oh? About what?" Hoyt growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Blake took in a nervous gulp, finding her courage to speak when she felt a comforting presence emerging out of the basement and down the hall, "T-they do have a God," she said, pointing to the clawed gauntlet, then turning her mismatched gaze to Hoyt, "A-and y-you brought it... h-home with you."

The young psychic might have thought twice about saying anything more about the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation, but these people needed to get it into their heads. This vile cult had no problems maiming, stealing, and murdering in order to get what they wanted. And right now, that would be her!

From behind Blake, Thomas tensed up and growled, having heard every word his girl said then seeing that bladed glove on the table. They didn't know, the rest of his family didn't know. Wouldn't-no-couldn't possibly understand. Not that they'd believe him or Blake for that matter.

'Bad...' Thomas snarled, inwardly.

Protectively, he put his arm around Blake, grunting in discomfort and breathing heavily beneath his mask. All of these people around, even if they were family, made him uncomfortable at the minute. But he didn't want to leave his girl alone with them for any longer. While it looked like any one of them wanted to say something, truth was they... didn't really know what to say to that.

"T-Thomas?" Blake questioned, glancing up toward the behemoth.

She began to feel strange again, as when she blinked her eyes, Blake was looking down at herself, as though she had suddenly grown over six feet tall. But her vision was wavering, unsteady, right before she found herself back at her seat at the dining room table.

"Boy... ya ain't really lookin' too good." Hoyt mentioned, with what seemed like actual concern in his voice.

"Tommy? I think y-ya better come upstairs now." Luda Mae said, shakily.

Blake moved to follow, jerking backwards slightly when her wrists pulled against the temporarily shortened chain. Even though Thomas' Mamma excused herself to go upstairs and take care of him, the enormous brute turned around and let out a slight growl, clearly unhappy that his Uncle Hoyt was restricting Blake's bonds.

'My... pretty Blake...' his tired mind grumbled, irritably.

"Come along, sweetie. I may need some help." Luda Mae called to the girl, as she gently patted Thomas on the arm.

Annoyed that he was once again outvoted, Hoyt removed his foot from the chain, allowing Blake to slink out of there like a nervous cat. Well, this was as good of an excuse as any to get out of one uncomfortable situation. Keeping quiet and her eyes on the floor, Blake followed after Thomas and Luda Mae as they lead the way to their room.

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Once Thomas was cleaned up and settled, he allowed Blake and his mother to take a closer look at his injuries. The girl could tell that the cultists who attacked the poor brute had used a little something... extra. It was an uncommon practice for the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation, to let blades rust on purpose so that they'd develop a jagged edge and potentially leave an infected wound. Of course, while Thomas had endured minor bruises and even some cuts and stabs before, he was far more agitated then usual, grunting like a wild animal as his wounds were cleaned and treated. By all rights, he really should have been taken to a professional, as Blake pleaded many times, but Luda Mae was stubborn and set in her ways. So... they used what they had.

"Shhhhhh... Thomas, it'll be okay, just keep still." Blake whispered, soothingly.

She sat next to him on their bed, doing her best to stitch the deep, jagged laceration on the brute's forearm. It looked bad, like the first stages of infection were setting in. And after seeing where he had been and what he did when he returned home, it was a astounding that he took as long as he did to succumb to the effects. Blake cleaned it out, then with nervous hands sewed the wound closed. While Thomas may have bucked and resisted at first, despite his Mamma barking at him to hold still, but he calmed down enough to be worked on, even to the point of docile when Blake gently guided his hand to rest on her stomach.

"Well, I'll be," Luda Mae sighed, happily once she finished bandaging the cut on his leg, "My boy ain't never settled down that fast even fer me. After a... work related accident, back when Tommy worked at the slaughterhouse... oh my goodness, it took him two days just to let me see what he had done and did to himself. Look at him now."

Blake remained quiet, taking in a shaky breath. Thomas' arm and leg were pretty bad, though he had a stab wound off to the side on his midsection which Luda Mae sutured and bandaged up. There were minor cuts on his arm as well, many of which just needed to be cleaned and bandaged, no need for stitches. Anyone else in Blake's position would probably be celebrating, making plans to smother him in his sleep or choke him with their chains while he was vulnerable. The attack dog of the family was wounded and now was the time to finish him off! Yet... the girl found herself worrying about Thomas. If he was strong enough to resist infection and heal.

'Quit lying to yourself, Blake... it isn't Stockholm Syndrome. Not anymore.'

She really did care about him. Honest to God Above. She cared.

'Why... pretty Blake... worried about... Stockholm Syndrome? Not... sick?' Thomas mentally rasped, his thoughts foggy at best.

Before Blake could try to explain to him that it was something else and that she wasn't sick, Luda Mae had already collected his bloody, torn clothes up from off the floor, calling to her, "Alright now, darlin', that'll be all. Let Tommy git some rest and come downstairs. Gotta git these ready fer tomorrow's wash and we got company waitin' on us."

Heaving a heavy sigh, Blake reluctantly scooted herself off the bed, chains clinking behind her with every movement. Hearing Thomas' disappointed whimper nearly caused a lump in the girl's throat. It bordered on pitiful, seeing him grasping for the chain, but his weakened condition fought him at every turn.

'Want... pretty Blake... stay...'

Making enough of a fuss and trying to get out of bed was enough to catch Luda Mae's attention, though it also earned the brute her more scolding, motherly tone, "No boy, ya done enough, now ya need ta rest!"

Thomas whined again, his deep, currently hidden brown eyes focused on Blake. He was... genuinely afraid. Frightened that if she wasn't with him when he fell asleep, then somehow she'd vanish, Hoyt would do something with her, or worse, more of those heathens would break into their home and try to steal Blake from him again. While Luda Mae remained blissfully unaware of just what all was going through her own son's mind, Blake could hear it. Tired and fogy, but it was there.

Finally, the old lady put two and two together, smiling fondly as she caressed Thomas' cheek in a motherly fashion, "Ya want little Blake ta stay with ya, is that it boy?"

Eagerly, Thomas nodded, craning his head in order to keep the girl in visual range. With an endearing, although exasperated sigh, Luda Mae lightly patted Thomas' unwounded arm, motioning for Blake to come back. While the young psychic did her best to retain her appearance as a good, domesticated housewife, secretly she was smiling to herself. She didn't want to go back downstairs with the old bat and her gabbing friends.

"I'll watch over him, after all, y-you have guests to attend too... and of course... there's Hoyt." Blake said, almost hesitantly.

"Well, Tommy here ain't gonna be much of a problem fer ya, dear. Got that special touch with my boy," Luda Mae stated, smiling as she petted Blake's ever so slightly rounded stomach, 'He can't wait till he's a daddy...' ran through her head, "Don'tcha worry 'bout Hoyt, I'll set 'im straight. Now boy, Thomas Brown Hewitt... ya stay put and be good. Git better now, ya hear?"

Thomas nodded again, watching as his mother closed the door and locked it, leaving him alone with Blake. His body felt... weak. Honestly, he hadn't felt this way in a good long while.

'Pretty Blake... sick? Stockholm Syndrome?' he rasped.

Smiling sadly, Blake shook her head, "N-no Thomas it's... not that... maybe, not the kind of sickness you're thinking of. It's a condition where a captive begins to sympathize, assist, and... even love and depend on their captor." she explained, hoping that she didn't use any words too large that may confuse him.

In his tired state, he really didn't seem to understand why Blake would have such a condition. It sounded so foreign to him. Still, Blake told him not to try and think too much on it and that in the moment, she wasn't in any sort of danger. Just the morning sickness from carrying the little spawn squirming around inside of her womb.

Blake took a wash rag from the bathroom along with a small basin and gave Thomas a light rubdown with cool water to combat the heat and the fever trying to stir. She could still hear the muffled voices yapping away downstairs, but when Hoyt just began to repeat the same things over, Blake found herself quickly loosing interest.

"You'd better get some sleep, Thomas. It'll help you heal."

Thomas let out a soft whimper, throwing a glance toward the door, then to the window, before patting the empty side of the bed that was Blake's. Grabbing her book, 'In your Nightmares', off the bedside table, Blake joined him, propping herself up on several old, partially lumpy pillows in an effort to make herself comfortable. Very carefully, she undid the ties to Thomas' leathery skin mask, to which he didn't flinch or even make a move to stop her, and set it aside on the nightstand. Then, Blake began to comb through his long, dark mane of messy hair, which the brute greatly enjoyed as he shifted to give his girl easier access before settling down again and letting out a huff of air.

There were questions Thomas wanted to ask, but the more his eyes drooped and her intoxicating touch soothed him, he found himself loosing the battle with his own body.

"Wait until you're feeling better. Until then, I'll be right here," Blake whispered, opening her book to the first page, "Would you... l-like me to read to you?" she questioned.

Well, Thomas would have been a fool to deny such a treat. He gazed up at her, smiling ever so slightly with a bit of a blush, remembering a time long ago when his mamma would read to him. Blake meanwhile, recalled sitting on her father's lap as a little girl, barely six years old, as she read aloud to him out of anything from outdoors/survivalist magazines to fairy tales. It helped the girl combat her shyness and always gave her a sense of well being. A single tear slid down her cheek as she began,

'True to my name, I am but a dream that lives in your heart. Therefore, I am immortal. For as long as there is fear in your heart, I will someday return. '

"The last words of Nightmare,"

Before Blake could finish the first few pages, Thomas' gentle snores filled the room and he was finally asleep. However when she stopped reading aloud, Thomas would groan softly, opening up one eye to "check" and make sure that the girl was still there. Rolling her eyes but still smiling, Blake read out loud again, her gentle touch and soothing voice lulling the powerful beast of a man to sleep.

Perhaps what she was doing was having an effect on him, but only time could tell for certain. Time that Blake knew... she didn't have.

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Upon getting so caught up in her reading, the light knock at the door surprised Blake, causing her to jump a little, thus waking Thomas with a bit of a jolt. It was just Luda Mae, bringing supper up to the two of them, seeing as she wanted her son to stay in bed until morning.

"Ya bein' a good boy, now?" she questioned, before taking a closer look at him, "Why... Tommy... you ain't wearin' yer mask..."

It had been quite a while since Luda Mae had seen Thomas' actual face, as he tended to keep in hidden, even around family. Yet here he was, unmasked. Blake by his side, unflinching as she moved to take the bowl of stew intended for Thomas.

"Blake darlin', ya have no idea how proud I am of ya right now," Luda Mae said, "Tommy don't remove his mask fer no one... no one 'cept you, it seems. My, my, my, and ya don't even let his appearance bother ya." she praised, 'I knew this girl was the perfect fit fer my boy. No matter what, can't let Hoyt get all out of sorts over them damn heathens. We is family, Blake's expectin' Tommy's baby, we ain't gonna let nothin' ruin this family.'

As much as Blake wanted to correct some of Luda Mae's statements, she kept quiet about her opinions, knowing the delusional old harpy would shrug them off, and instead simply smiled at the complement, "T-thank you. A-a very good friend o-of mine... he... he had a severe facial deformity too. I prefer n-not to judge on outward appearance. I'd rather get to know a person first."

Part of what Blake said seemed to fly right over Luda Mae's head, as she didn't even realize that the girl was not only speaking about Thomas, but the rest of the family as well.

"Yer such a sweet, sweet girl, Blake. I'm so glad to have ya in our family, ya mean the world to my boy," Luda Mae cooed, "Oh, don'tcha worry bout that, you eat up now and I'll make sure Tommy git's his."

To be fair, Luda Mae probably, (and rightfully,) predicted that Blake would have filtered out the human flesh component in their stew bowls. So, as usual, Thomas greedily wolfed the meat down while Blake picked it out with disdain, sticking to the broth and vegetables. (Much to Luda Mae's annoyance, as she would have hoped Blake would just accept their lifestyle by now and assimilate.)

After dinner was finished and cleaned up, Blake was left alone with Thomas again as the darkening sky signaled night was approaching. Letting out a slightly bored sigh, the girl picked up her sketchbook and pencils while Thomas settled after his meal, groaning contently. The old lamps in the room didn't provide the best light, but it was enough to see what she was doing. For once, Blake would have rather drawn something other then the portraits of people who died horrific deaths at the hands of the Hewitts... or the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation for that matter. However, as the girl flipped through the pages of her steadily filling sketchbook, Thomas suddenly stopped her.

Startled at first, Blake could only watch as the brute sat up, growling low in his throat, large, bear-paw sized hand partially covering up the drawing on the page. With wide, even scared, brown eyes staring intently at it, Thomas slowly removed his hand. It was that same blade-fingered glove! Well, a detailed sketch of it, anyway. Around it were sketches of various symbols, some of which Thomas saw either in that house or on the amulets around the cultist's necks. But his eyes kept trailing back to the glove. Blake had referred to it as "God". Thomas remembered vividly, clear as day as though he himself had been there, seeing that white-haired woman about to impale him, impale Blake, with that thing!

'The bad woman... with white hair... tried to kill Blake... little Blake, with blade fingers.' Thomas rasped, 'Not God... what is it?'

At once, Blake's eyes widened to the size of saucers. How did Thomas know this? How could he have possibly known about Amelia Rake? Or that the deranged woman was going to kill her when she was just a child with this exact weapon?! Come to think of it, Thomas was horribly agitated when Hoyt showed it to the rest of the family

"Thomas... how did you-?"

Blake cut herself off, meeting his gaze. Gently, she ran her hand through his messy, dark brown locks, almost unbelieving as she saw herself... through his mind's eye, back in that abandoned lodge at Crystal Lake. Even here, still in their room at the farmhouse, Blake could feel the bitter chill on her skin, as though for a moment she were naked in the cold. She heard the chanting and hollering from all around her, then the distinctive sound of metal scraping against metal. And there she was, looming above them, claws in the air, icy white hair that stood out like a beacon against the darkness, and furious, amber eyes that belonged to no creature born on this Earth!

Almost as quickly as it started, it ended, leaving Blake nearly breathless. That was her memory. She never told Thomas about it, hell, she didn't even fully confide in her father about it! Yet... somehow, she transferred it to Thomas, just as she had seen a glimpse of the past through his eyes a while back, he had seen the past through hers!

'Won't let... bad, white-haired woman steal Blake.' Thomas growled.

"Y-you won't have too worry about her... she's long dead," Blake sighed, trying to wipe away the tears trying to form in her eyes, "Her n-name... was Amelia Rake... a-a-and... she was my mother..."

Thomas couldn't believe what he just heard, yet he knew Blake wasn't lying. (She was terrible at that, after all.) Ever since he was little, he had been brought up to believe in family. To trust family above all else. Nothing was more important. Yet... why would Blake's mother, a woman blessed with such a beautiful, kind-hearted daughter try to kill her? It made no sense.

'But... family...?' Thomas questioned, unable to comprehend.

"Meant n-nothing to her in the pursuit of power. Shortly after I was born, my father found out what she really was, divorced her, and won full custody over me," Blake explained, "Honestly, I didn't even know that she was my mother then... but she'd always kept an eye on me, waiting to strike. And when she got the chance, she took it. See, Amelia believed that killing me would please the demons she served and that my power would add to her own," she continued, shuddering, "But... The Soldiers of Eternal Damnation never died with her. I can deny it all I want, but I am still of her flesh and blood. Amelia promised my life and soul to-to t-those f-foul things her cult worshiped a-and her followers wont stop until they see it happen!"

She couldn't bear to divulge anymore, the memories being far too painful. Blake didn't even go into the countless other innocent people, mostly children, Amelia and her acolytes brutally slaughtered and consumed. That horrid woman may have given birth to her, but Blake NEVER considered Amelia to be her mother. Now Thomas, as he processed what his girl told him, paired that with what he heard those robed cultists tell Uncle Hoyt and himself, 'All we ask is that you surrender to us her Ladyship's Flesh and Blood.' They must have been talking about both Amelia and Blake.

"A-and now..." Blake sobbed, resting her hand on her belly, "T-there's g-going to-to be... a-another..."

Before she could even finish, Thomas snarled deep in his chest, wrapping his arm around the small psychic protectively as he pulled her close to him in a gentle embrace. Possessively, he put his hand over hers, rubbing her belly, stirring the tiny life fluttering around inside of her. He knew what she was about to say, and he'd NEVER let that happen.

'No... NOT let bad people hurt my pretty Blake... or hurt baby. MINE! Not take family away. Thomas pretty Blake's family, not them.' Thomas growled, within his mind, slowly rocking Blake back and fourth before kissing her on top of the head, 'Protect family. Protect home.'

Blake allowed herself to be held for some time, letting her thoughts settle and fall into place within the deepest regions on her mind. She might not have liked the Hewitts, even hated them for what they did, were still doing to her. Yet Blake found herself in a position where they might be the only people standing between her and her deranged late mother's cult. Thomas and Hoyt may have killed more of them, but how many more were out there? Even Blake didn't have all the answers she needed. And Thomas... he was a stubborn one. None of his family would abandon their home. More then likely, they'd fight to the death to defend it... which may just happen if they didn't heed Blake's many, many warnings! Thomas was at least openly willing to listen, and now, even Hoyt and Luda Mae might have heard Blake out in light of what was discovered at that little ranch house.

Her racing thoughts screeched to a halt when she felt Thomas kiss the base of her neck and nuzzle into it, the word 'mine' grumbling through his gravel mind's voice over and over again. Obviously, the rest and a good meal had done Thomas wonders, as he no longer cared about any inconveniences his injuries caused. He was thinking about something else right now. Reassuring his girl that he was there for her to keep her safe. Blake and the child she carried were HIS, and he intended to leave his mark on her so all others would know.

But Blake saw things a bit differently. Perhaps it would be important for Thomas to know that she wasn't as breakable as she appeared on the outside. Although still afraid, she put on a brave face and took in a deep breath. Blake knew what it was that he wanted, as the steadily growing bulge in his normally loose pants suggested. However, this time he'd get it on HER terms. Part of it... still felt wrong and left a pang of guilt within her heart. But at the same time, it solidified her growing bond with Thomas. What new secrets could be unlocked this time? Right now, she needed his devotion and trust more then anything. And he needed hers.

Blake sat up, resting her hands on Thomas' muscular chest, undoing the first button on the worn out, nearly threadbare shirt he was wearing. Taking this as an invitation, the brute practically purred and went to start undoing the back of Blake's gown.

'No!' she mentally ordered, gently but firmly grasping his wrist, before smiling, 'You're going to wait this time.'

Bewildered, yet intrigued, Thomas obeyed, curious as to just what his girl was going to do. With each button undone, Blake kissed the bare skin of his chest, taking in the scent of his arousal, before working on the next. When she finished unbuttoning his shirt, the girl helped him get out of it, disposing of it on the floor. This was completely new. Different. Thomas wasn't even aware that a female was capable of taking charge of such intimate things. Hoyt always told him that it was all about the man's wants and needs, therefor it was the man's job to take control of such endeavors and "bend the bitch over". Yet here was Blake, giving the orders, taking charge for the first time... and to think she really wasn't even entirely certain about what she was doing! Most of what she knew about this sort of thing was what she overheard during her high school years or accidentally stumbled across online. But apparently Thomas liked what he was seeing, what she was doing, and how it made him feel, so Blake continued.

By the time Thomas was completely naked on the bed, his cock was already erect, throbbing with anticipation. He wanted to grab Blake, tear off her dress, then lay her down beneath him and slide into her luscious, tight, wetness. But things were going to be different this time. Slowly, Blake slid herself out of her gown, only allowing Thomas to look, but not touch until she permitted it. Once she was only wearing her soft, cotton panties, the girl straddled Thomas' chest, careful not to put pressure on his injuries. Then she bent down against him, starting with a light kiss on the lips, before moving down to his neck and chest. Blake allowed him to caress her soft, smooth skin, feel her silky hair in his hands, and even rub her belly, but when she felt the brute try to shift so that he could roll over and pin her underneath him, the girl sat up and put a halt to it.

"T-Thomas... wait, please..." Blake said, with a bit of a stammer, though she sounded more assertive then usual, "Stay s-still... I... I want t-to give you something..."

She really didn't know why she would even consider this, but Blake knew what was screaming in Thomas' mind, something he'd been thinking of all afternoon. Who knows, maybe all of Hoyt's "Expert Advice" would turn around to bite him in the ass one of these days, especially since Thomas was more eager to take Blake's side over his Uncle's. That thought brought some comfort to a situation where Blake still felt painfully shy.

Mentally preparing herself, the girl scooted down the length of Thomas' large, muscular body, chains clinking with every movement she made, until she settled above his knees. Now, Blake wasn't really sure how to approach this, having absolutely zero experience and knowing only what she'd seen accidentally in the minds of horny high schoolers. Nervously, she wrapped her fingers around Thomas' shaft for the first time, actually feeling the large organ in her hand. It was hardened in his arousal, yet the skin was silky and soft, a contrast to the rest of his weather beaten body. Also, it was quite sensitive to the touch and ready for her. Groaning softly and laying back, Thomas bucked his hips a few times as Blake ran her fingers along the tip with one hand and gently kneaded his testicles with the other.

'You've lost it, haven't you, Blake?' she asked herself, closing her eyes before taking the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Another deep, pleasured growl reverberated in Thomas' chest when Blake began to suckle and swirl her tongue around the underside of his shaft. This was... a very new, and quite shameful experience for her. He didn't taste... bad at very least, but she didn't feel right. Blake almost stopped until she realized just how pleased Thomas was when he looked down at her. Here Hoyt simply called it "The best five minutes of silence that a man could get," and generally recommended "Rammin' yer cock so hard down her throat she chokes on it," but just this simple moment of bliss... Thomas couldn't have been happier. Blake chose to please him in this way, despite her initial fear. A reward well worth waiting for. The way her warm mouth engulfed the sensitive flesh and the delightful feeling of her wet tongue swirling against the tip... the pleasure he felt couldn't be described.

While Blake continued to diligently lick and suck Thomas' eager, throbbing member, she couldn't help but moan, feeling shivers racing up and down her spine, ending with an intense tingling between her legs as she began to get wet. Her hands grasped the brute's sturdy hips tightly, trying to get him deeper into her mouth until she nearly choked on a gag reflex. Holding back her coughing for a moment, Blake slid his hardened cock from her mouth, pumping him with one hand, coughing into the other. At once, Thomas sat up to make sure she was okay, to which the girl sheepishly smiled at him.

"I-I'm sorry..." she said, reddening from embarrassment, "It-it's m-my first t-time... ever... pleasing a-a man in t-this manner."

Thomas, who appeared to be turning just as red, ran his large fingers through Blake's silky, brown hair. In all honesty, just the fact that she was willing to try made this previously terrible day much better.

'First time... being pleased like this.'

Now Blake was able to get out a small laugh. Couldn't fault the giant for his honesty there. Feeling well enough to try again, Blake took him in her mouth once more. While working him, suckling hard and moaning softly, the girl felt that strange sensation creep over her again. She was looking up at him, yet watching herself at the same time. Witnessing herself as she pleased Thomas, feeling the same intense pleasure she created for him. It happened again! She was looking at the world through his eyes! Just then it all went black, as Thomas closed his eyes, throwing his head back against the pillows. There was a sharp, involuntary buck of the hips followed by a pleasured groan...

And just like that, a startled squeal from Blake as she lost all concentration when a load of Thomas' warm, sticky cum squirted into her mouth before she was ready, followed by another. The strike of his orgasm and sudden release caught the girl off guard as she pulled away, mouth filled beyond capacity. While she managed to swallow some, trying to hold it down, a good portion of the brute's seed dribbled onto his leg and hips. When Thomas finally came down from his release, he lazily looked up at Blake, who seemed more alarmed then hurt. Honestly, she hadn't been quite expecting that!

It wasn't that his seed tasted bad, Blake just wasn't ready for it all at once! Wiping off her mouth, she sat up, still kneeling over Thomas' knees and admired the mess that slowly started to get onto the bed. Then a low, gravely noise came from Thomas' throat as his scarred face lit up into a smile. He was... laughing. Chuckling was more like it. Not in a mean way, more like... endearing. Without really thinking about what she was doing, Blake lightly kissed the tip of Thomas' cock, blushing slightly.

"O-okay... n-next time... warn me?" Blake asked, turning away before her face turned redder then it already was.

Next time? There'd BE a next time?! Blake let out another startled squeak when Thomas gently pulled her forward, before she could clean him up, so that she was sitting on his chest again, though the girl was careful not to put any pressure on his wounds. In the darkening room, with the way the dull lamp's light danced across Blake's contours, she was truly beautiful to behold. With a deep, guttural rumble in his throat, Thomas' hand rested over the girl's belly and nodded.

:To be Continued::

Author's Notes: First of all, I wanted to apologize for how late this chapter was. I normally try to get them up sooner, but I had a LOT of IRL things going on, including a friend over for my weekend, going to the fair all day, etc, etc. But, fear not! Chapter 18!

So, mostly it's the aftermath of finding that Cultist den once Thomas and Hoyt return home. Naturally, Hoyt's highly suspicious that Blake's holding back on something, he just doesn't know what exactly. (But now Thomas does).

Blake's bond with Thomas is growing stronger, and I really liked the idea of exploring a bit more of her newest trick during their intimate time together. Lol, poor Blake!

One thing that is for certain, shit is eventually gonna go down.

Hope you all enjoyed, reviews = motivation. (And even during busy days, I try to at least write out a page.) Doesn't always work out, though.

Disclaimer:: I do not claim to own The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Nightmare on Elm Street or any of it's characters. The references to Jason Voorhees and Lisa Voorhees are from Lady_Vorrhees' story, The Strange Good Girl.