Mary POV:
I watched in wonder as Headless Horseman straightened, his face finally took shape as his head was reattached to his body. He slowly turned around and i finally saw the face of the man, who had been terrorizing Sleepy Hollow for a few years now. He had mussed up jet black hair, ghostly pale skin, piercing blue eyes, pale lips, blackened eyebrows and razor-sharp pointed teeth.
The Hessian suddenly turned and put a gloved finger to his lips. He whistled loudly and a second later the roots of the tree of the dead parted and the Hessian's horse, Daredevil, galloped out from the depths. He slowly trotted towards his rider as, the Hessian approached him, I saw his expression soften as he fondly stroked his horses jet back forehead. Out of the corner of my eye I saw lady Van Tassle slowly stirring. At that moment Hessian suddenly hoisted himself up onto his horse and approached the now conscious Lady Van Tassle. I heard my sister, Katrina, gasp as the Hessian reached down pulled Lady Van Tassle up with one arm up. He gripped her tightly as her face finally focused on him. She gave a terrified gasp and Hessian leaned forward and captured her lips in a deadly kiss.
She screamed but her screams were muffled by the Hessian's lips on hers. Blood poured out of her mouth as he suddenly yanked his head back. Ichabod covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Lady Van Tassle whimpered and she suddenly lost consciousness again. Katrina tugged on Ichabod's arm. "Come Ichabod, Mary, we must leave." Without another word Ichabod took Katrina's hand and they bolted from the woods. I was rooted to the spot. I should have ran with them, left these cursed woods, but something was holding me back. I looked up and found the Hessian's piercing blue eyes staring at me intently.
The Hessian:
I dumped the body of the unconscious Lady Van Tassle onto the ground. I swiftly dismounted and locked eyes with the woman standing a few feet away. She didn't seem to be afraid of me like the others. In fact, her brown eyes curiously wandered over me as I took slow deliberate steps towards her. She was beautiful. The blue cloak she wore fluttered about her, her skin so pale in contrast to her dark raven hair. I realized after Lady Van Tassle brought me back, with the promise of restoring my head, my mission had been to kill whoever she wanted. There had been no more room for any other kind of activities. Not that the Hessian minded. He relished the kill. Every head he decapitated with his sword made his blood sing. He was after all a ruthless mercenary.
But seeing this woman standing here all alone, made him wonder how long it'd been since he'd felt the warmth of a woman's flesh. And he suddenly felt the need to take her and make this woman his. To bend her to his will and have her obey his every need. Just thinking of biting those plump rosy lips, the Hessian felt a stirring in his loins. The spurs on his black calf boots jingled as he continued to prowl towards her. The girl boldly stood her ground as he stood a few feet away from her. She didn't even flinch as the Hessian reached out a black gloved hand and stroked her cheek.
Mary POV:
I dare not move. My breath hitched as the Hessian's, cold, black leather glove made contact with my skin. I shiver that had nothing to do with the chilly night air ran through me. "Anna Van Tassle." Startled I looked up. It was the Hessian who had spoken. He had spoken my name in German and i understand immediately. I bit my lip and waited for him to continue. I wasn't surprised that he knew my name. After all it was our stepmother who had brought this mercenary back from the dead. I just wondered what he wanted with me.
"For what your stepmother did to me I will take what is mine." It took me a moment to understand his words and a few seconds longer for them to sink in. He wanted me. Part of me filled with dread, the other part was curious. The rational part of my brain told me to run and all the way back to Sleepy Hollow. I heeded it. "What could you possible want with me mercenary?" I took a few steps back and my boot stepped on and branch and cracked it in half, the sound like a loud gun shot, echoing through the silent and deadly woods. The Hessian grinned, showing those razor sharp teeth. It was then I turned and bolted.
The Hessian POV:
This woman had a lot of fire in her. I could sense her desire and her fear. It only fueled my hunger for her flesh. I was going to have this woman one way or another and so I gave chase. She picked up her dress and ran hopping over stones and fallen branches. I took my time, deliberately giving her a head start. I could catch her easily but I enjoyed hunting her.
Mary POV:
The Hessian had given chase I could feel him. Even though I couldn't see him I felt his presence all around me, I could hear his mirthless laughter. I quickly looked back to make sure he wasn't behind me when my boot slipped on a large rock and I fell face forward, my hands catching my fall. Palms stinging I slowly stood up and dusted the dried leaves and twigs from my dress and cloak. I looked up and my scream died in my throat. The Hessian stood a few feet from me, head cocked to the side, those striking blue eyes roving over me hungrily. I took a few steps back his left glove hand shot out and grabbed me by the throat.
He dragged me backwards towards the tree of the dead. At the base of the tree he released me. Gasping I massaged my throat. "Remove your clothing." My eyes widened. "Excuse me?" The Hessian raised a black eyebrow. Without warning his gloved hand shot out again and he gripped my hair, pulling it roughly from the roots. I whimpered as I gripped his arm. I felt pure muscle underneath the black leather of this armor. The Hessian leaned forward, those sharp teeth inches from my lips. "I will make this simple for you," he said in his German accent.
"You belong to me now as payment for what your stepmother did." I started to protest but he tightened his on my hair grip silencing me. "You belong to me," he repeated giving me a little shake. "You will obey my every command, my every need. Now I won't ask again. Take off your clothes." He released my hair. I hurriedly backed away. The Hessian's blue eyes hardened. "Take off your clothes or I will flay your skin and take off your head."
With slow, shaking fingers I pulled off my cloak. I begun to untie the laces on my dress. The Hessian growled in frustration. He strode forward gripped my dress in his gloved hands and tore it off me. It slide effortlessly off my shoulders, leaving me in corset, boots and my undergarments. I immediately crossed my arms goosebumps, forming along my skin. I hadn't realized how cold the night was until now. I found the Hessian watching me expectantly. Keeping whatever ounce of dignity I had left, I turned my back on him and tried to pull off my corset but the knots in the back prevented me and without a mirror I couldn't remove it. I heard the sound of a dagger begin drawn and suddenly my corset fell open at my feet. I spun around in shock and I saw The Hessian sheath a dagger. He arched a brow, signaling me to continue. I realized I couldn't put off inevitable any longer so i the pulled off my undergarments one by one, till I was standing naked before him.
THE HESSIAN POV:
My eyes roved hungrily over her, pale figure. She was trying desperately to cover herself but to no avail. The cold night air had caused her perky nipples to harden, goosebumps doted her thighs and the flat pane of her stomach. The desire to have her had taken over all of my senses. It was all I could do not to pounce on her. But I was patient so I removed cloak and tossed it aside. The armor with serpentine insignia on the front followed. I left my black gloves and the long sleeved black shirt on for now.
MARY POV:
I didn't know where to look or where to turn to. I had a moments panic when The Hessian begun removing his clothing but he only removed his armor and cape. I had to admit even with the just the long sleeved black shirt, his black pants and black calf high boots he looked attractive. The fabric of the shirt clung to his upper torso revealing the muscle underneath. And underneath his shirt I saw the outline of his impressive erection through the fabric of his pants. I quickly averted my gaze. But the Hessian grinned, a wolfish grin. His piercing blue eyes had me rooted to the spot. I pulled my long hair over my chest and I heard him chuckle at my obvious display of embarrassment.
With a jingle of his spurs the Hessian approached me. I held my ground, steeling myself for what he was about to do. But the Hessian merely pushed my black hair, revealing my breasts. He ran a gloved hand slowly down the side of my right breast, hand ghosting over the nipple. I bit back a moan. This wasn't supposed to feel good. Smirking the Hessian looked up at me. "Don't bother hiding it from me. I know that felt good." I remained silent. Catching me by surprise the Hessian suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. For someone who had been dead for centuries I felt the body heat coming off him.
"I won't harm you. Not if you obey my commands. Obey and I will make this painless for you," said the Hessian. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against my throat, his other hand roved down my back resting on my buttocks. I heard him inhale sharply. The Hessian suddenly my gripped my face in his gloved hands and pressed his lips against mine in a heated kiss. His tongue immediately demanded entrance and I had no choice but to allow him access.
The Hessian devoured my mouth. Tongue dancing with mine, sharp teeth nipping at my bottom lip. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck as both his gloved hands snaked around my waist, our lips still locked in a heated kiss. Suddenly there was a sharp pain and I quickly pulled away. I touched my stinging lips and I noticed blood glistening on the Hessian's teeth. He had bitten me. The Hessian noticed my shocked expression and grinned.
"Lay down," he growled. I looked around. "On what?" Without answering the Hessian grabbed his discarded cloak and tossed it on the ground at my feet. When I didn't move he grabbed me by shoulders and forced me to kneel down on his cloak. Surely he didn't mean to have me here? Like this? Naked on the cold, frozen ground. But it seemed he did. "Lie back," he commanded.
I swallowed my retort and lay down on his cloak, keeping my legs firmly shut. The fabric of the cloak did little to stop the twigs and small rocks from digging into my back. The Hessian, however didn't seem to care. He knelt down between my legs and I saw him take off his gloves, revealing his pale, slender hands. Then I felt his calloused fingers on my knees forcing them apart. He slide a finger into my opening and I closed my eyes in shame. He grinned looking up at me. "You deny your lust for me yet your body says otherwise."
He suddenly bent his head down between my legs and I felt his hot breath against my opening. A second later his tongue was on my womanhood. I gasped as pure pleasure spread throughout my lower abdomen. I'd been with men in our village before but none of them had ever made me feel like this. The Hessian seemed to be really experienced. His tongue slid up and down my opening creating a wonderful sensation.
He flicked it against my bud before burying his tongue inside my wet folds. The combination of the cold night air and the Hessian's tongue was enough to send me over the edge. But just as I reached my climax the Hessian pulled away. I whimpered from the loss of contact. Through half lidded eyes I saw his mouth glistening with my juices he leaned forward and captured my lips with his own.
I tasted myself on his lips, along with the tangy scent of my blood.
He used one arm to prop himself up above me, his other hand cupped my right breast. I immediately arched into his touch, moaning against his lips. I felt the Hessian smirk as his lips latched onto my throat, kissing and branding me as his. I felt a slight sting on the left side of my throat and I knew he'd drawn my blood again but I was too aroused to care. His hands expertly, kneaded, pinched and squeezed my nipples till I was practically arching off his cloak.
The Hessian pushed his clothed erection against the inside of my thighs and it was all I could do not to snap at him to hurry up. Fear be damned. This man was taunting me and he was enjoying it. He wanted to make me beg him. Two can play at this game.
While he nibbled on my hardened nipples I tentatively reached down and stroked his clothed erection. Immediately the Hessian froze. He lifted his mouth from my breasts and watched me with a look of pure lust on his face. I stroked him again, feeling his impressive size and girth.
THE HESSIAN POV:
This woman was driving me mad. One touch as all it took and I lost control. I was trying my best to make her feel comfortable but if she wasn't going to be patient then neither was I. I sat up and removed my black shirt. I saw her eyes wander over my upper torso. Her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving, black hair disheveled. She was a sight to behold indeed. I pulled off my buckle but I left my pants. This girl was going to beg me to fuck her not the other way around.
Mary POV:
The Hessian's pale torso was well built, lithe and lean. Years of training and killing had hardened his muscles. He had several scars running criss-cross over his abdomen and well built shoulders. The latest being the stab wound on his lower stomach where the revolutionary soldiers had stabbed him. Without a word the Hessian undressed, leaving his pants on. I was drunk with ecstasy but the Hessian bent down and begun feasting on my breasts again.
I gripped his hair as his tongue danced around my nipples, sucking and biting them roughly. He was not gentle and I felt that stinging sensation every time his teeth descended on my nipples. I was a moaning hot, mess underneath him and I didn't know how much longer I could take. The Hessian seemed to have a lot of self control.
"Beg for it," he growled as he stood over me, grinding his clothed erection between my thighs again. The sensation of his thick, large, clothed erection was enough to send me over the edge but it wasn't enough. I needed him inside me. No matter how aroused I was, I wasn't going to beg any man let alone this merciless, mercenary.
The Hessian grabbed a fistful of my hair yanked my head back, exposing my throat. He leaned down and pressed his lips against my collarbones. "Tell me what you want wench and I will give it to you." He taunted in his German accent. Tears pooled in my eyes. He yanked on my hair harder. "Say it," jeered. "I want you to fuck me hard," I whispered.
That was all it took. The Hessian released my hair, pulled off his pants and positioned himself between my legs. I glimpsed his, impressive and throbbing erection, pressed against my wet opening. I wondered how it was going to fit. But before I could voice my concern, eyes ablaze with lust, the Hessian pushed his throbbing erection inside of me with a single thrust.
My mouth fell open in a silent scream. He didn't give me time to adjust to his size. His hips snapped against mine hard as he begun thrusting into me at an inhuman speed. I gripped his shoulders for support as one of his hands wrapped around my throat. Squeezing with just enough pressure to cut off my air supply, all the while thrusting into me roughly.
I lay my head back, silently taking it. The pain had started to fade and after a few minutes and a pleasurable sensation took hold. The Hessian continued his thrusting, arms on either side of my head supporting his body weight. He pulled his erection all the way out and slammed into me again causing me to cry out in ecstasy. My walls were already tightening around him. My grip on his shoulders tightened as he lifted one of my legs tossed it over his shoulder. This position allowed him to penetrate me deeper.
"I want you to scream for me. Scream so all of Sleepy Hollow can hear what a dirty whore you are." I moaned as he growled those filthy words in my ear. The Hessian never slowed down, he continued to pound into me. hitting all the right spots. "Harder!" I cried out as my walls finally tightened around him but the Hessian continued his steady pace. With a few growls and a final thrust the Hessian spilled his seed inside me.
I released a screech of pure bliss as my orgasm hit in an intensifying wave. My body arched off his cloak as waves of pleasure shot throughout my body. The Hessian growled in pleasure as my walls milked his, still hard erection. Without warning he pulled out. I lay there dazed and utterly spent but one of his hands reached out and roughly yanked me up. Blindly I followed him and I realized he was leading me to the tree of the dead. He pushed me against the trees bark and hooked one of my legs around his waist.
The Hessian sheathed his throbbing erection inside of me and I let out a chocked gasped. I marveled at this man's stamina. He was relentless. I leaned back against the tree as the Hessian pounded into me again, one hand wrapped around my throat. I dug my nails into his back as the familiar feeling begun to build in the pit of my stomach again. The sound of skin against skin filled the empty woods. The Hessian's grunts of pleasure intensified as he neared his release, thrusting into to me all the way to down to his hilt.
I gasped and whimpered as my body arched off the tree. My orgasm ripped through me violently. My walls clamped down around the Hessian's throbbing shaft. He let out a satisfied growl as he finished for the second time that night inside me. I slumped against the tree, too tired to move. Never had I had two intense orgasms in one night.
The Hessian pulled out. Without his support I slumped down against the tree, suddenly aware of how cold I was again. In the corner of my eye I saw the Hessian don his clothing. Something was tossed at my feet and i looked up and saw the Hessian had tossed my undergarments and ripped dress at me. "Put those on," said the Hessian. Legs shaking I managed to stand without falling over. I quickly pulled on my undergarments, my ripped dress and finally my cloak.
The Hessain turned from where he'd been watching me and put a gloved finger to his lips. He whistled and a second later, his horse daredevil trotted into the clearing. Without a word the Hessian mounted his horse. I stood there unsure of what to do when the Hessian held out a gloved hand.
I hesitated for a split second before taking his hand. He pulled me up behind him. I wrapped my arms around his torso as he urged his horse into a canter. I suddenly realized where we were going. He was taking me back to hell with him. The tree of the dead's roots parted as we neared it.
I had danced with the devil and now I was going to be his bride.