Chapter 13

(Contains lemon)

"It was just nights ago, here, at this very location, a terrible tragedy struck this small town." A local reporter was on the TV, going over what happened at the cabin. "Roughly 23 students were brutally slaughtered inside this very cabin. 6 were very heavily injured, and 9 are still missing."

Mark watched the news from inside a small diner.

"What'll it be today, cutie?" The waitress asked, getting Mark's attention.

He wore a dark hoodie over his head and kept his gaze mainly to the floor.

"Just a, uh, the breakfast special, thanks." Mark requested.

"Of course." The waitress smiled before leaving.

"Among the dead are Aaron Stalts, Brittany Mirkin, Lizbeth Brown, Conrad Link,"

Mark listened for any of his friends names and was relieved when he heard none of their names listed off.

"Here you go." The waitress suddenly sprung back with Mark's order.

"Thank you." Mark said before picking up his utensils.

As he took a bite of his food, visions suddenly flooded his mind of flesh tearing, blood gushing, and people screaming. Forcing himself to stay composed, Mark continued.

"This seat ain't taken, yeah?" A familiar voice said before Monika slid into the booth opposite Mark. She was wearing a hoodie, and pink skinny jeans. "So, you're leaving everything and skipping town, too, huh?"

"What other choice do I have?" Mark asked. "I killed and ate our fucking friends, Monika! This isn't exactly a fuck up of insignificant proportions here."

"I know." Monika agreed.

A few seconds of silence followed after.

"How did you find me?" Mark asked.

"Easy tracking spell." Monika replied with a shrug. "Basic magic."

"Course."

"You know you left everyone high and dry, right?" Monika asked. "Do you know everything that you did?"

"Would anyone want to know?" Mark shot back.

"Touché." Monika said. "You bit Sayori."

Mark's eyes widened.

"Is she okay?"

"She's scattered." Monika answered.

"What'd you mean "you're skipping town, too?"" Mark asked.

"Everyone left after the party. Yuri, Natsuki, they've all skipped town."

"Where's Sayori?" Mark asked.

"Safe. They all are." Monika replied. "I'm not sure where, the tracking spell got more inaccurate with each use. Kept running low on ingredients. And it's too late to try now. The window for the spell has closed, there's no easy way to find her, or Natsuki."

"And Yuri?"

"She's headed back to her old family home." Monika answered. "One of the safest places for her."

"Where's she going?" Mark asked.

"America." Monika answered. "LA. Her family runs a club there."

"Her family?"

"Yep. She gets a percentage of the passive income. Transferred into Yen and everything." Monica explained. "Natsuki will most likely meet up with her, which leaves-"

"Sayori."

"Ding." Monica snapped her fingers. "Where would she go to lay low?"

Mark sat and thought for a moment.

"I have no idea." He said. "She's never been in a situation where she'd have to run and hide. I'd figure her home."

"Already checked." Monica said. "Empty."

Having finished my meal, and paid, Mark and Monica left the diner.

As the two stepped outside, a thunderclap echoed as dark clouds covered the skies overhead. Soon, heavy rain began to drench their clothes.

"The search will have to wait until morning." Monica stated as her hair began to get wet. "Let's grab a hotel."

"Yeah." Mark agreed.

"C'mon, I know one nearby." Monica grabbed Mark's hand and began to lead him down the street.

After a few minutes, Mark and Monika were soaked through. And after a few minutes more, the two arrived outside of the hotel.

Mark stared at the bright neon lights that spelled out the name.

"MAY'S SECRET."

"A love hotel?" Mark looked at Monika. "You trying to tell me somethin'?"

"It's dry, and warm." Monica placed a hand on her hip. "Now shut up, and c'mon."

Following her inside, Monica paid for a room. Upon entering, Mark saw there was only one bed.

"Cool!" Monica said with glee as she began to strip to her underwear. Heading for the bathroom, she strung up her wet clothes before turning to Mark. "You're gonna catch a cold if you keep those clothes on."

"Huh? Oh, right." Mark followed Monica's lead, taking off his clothes down to his boxers. Monica hung them up beside hers as Mark headed for the bed, and the covers.

Once done, Monica turned around and saw Mark. His face was flushed red and he was holding the blanket suspiciously over his lap.

Of course, Monica knew instantly, but decided to play ignorant. Who could blame him? Monica was definitely good looking. And the atmosphere of this place? If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was trying to seduce him.

As Monica cozied up to Mark, he rolled onto his side, his back to her. That didn't bother her. He was shy, she knew this.

However, as Monica slowly dozed off, she was woken by Mark's sudden movements. He was fast asleep, but sweating and breathing sporadically. It was clear he was having a nightmare.

Bolting upright, Mark looked around before spotting Monica, who was sitting up beside him.

"Sorry." He apologized. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Bad dream?" Monica asked.

"Yeah." Mark admitted. "I remember bits of the party. While... Wolfed out, I mean."

"You know that wasn't you, right?" Monica said. "You weren't in control."

"Yeah, but-"

"That wasn't on you." Monica said more firmly. "Don't blame yourself, Mark."

"I-"

"I know how you feel, trust me." Monica stated. "But you have to know, you were not in control. I know you'll make sure it won't happen again, and I'll help you."

"How?" Mark asked.

Monica looked him over before sitting up more, allowing gravity to pull the blanket from her body.

"I can start by making sure you have good dreams tonight."

Placing her right hand firmly on his chest, Monica leaned forward and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Forcing her tongue past his lips, she explored the new territory, making sure to massage his tongue while she was at it.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connected the two before finally breaking. Pushing Mark down on the bed, Monica climbed atop him, leaning down and placing another kiss upon his lips. She placed another before leaning to his ear.

"Let me do all the work."

With that, Monica slid her right hand down Mark's body. He was too stunned to speak, and wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to.

Feeling her fingers wrap around his cock, Mark let out a sharp gasp as his member was free of his boxers.

Once he kicked them off, Monica used her free hand to undo her bra and toss it aside. Cupping her left tit, Monica gasped and moaned as she pushed her panties to the side, exposing her moist core.

Slowly, Monica sheathed herself onto Mark's shaft. Moaning as inch after inch buried into her cunt.

Resting once she felt herself on Mark's thighs, she allowed him the time to get acquainted with her. After a few moments, Monica began to gyrate her hips, to entertain herself a bit while she waited.

She knew his was ready when she felt him instinctively thrust upwards into her, causing her to moan.

"Finally." She gasped out as she began to slowly ride Mark in a steady rhythm. "Fuuuuck, how I've missed this."

Mark was too enthralled by her walls to hear her clearly. And, soon enough, Monica's rhythm began to increase in pace.

Suddenly, a gentle warmth began to spread inside her as Mark gasped loudly. That didn't stop Monica, however.

Her movements increased as Mark gasped, his member sensitive from having just orgasmed.

"Fuck!" He cried out as he reached up and gripped Monica's right tit. "Monica!"

Hearing her name moaned in such a way only spurred her on more. Her pussy was soaking by now as she buried Mark in her and started gyrating her hips.

"Mark!" Monica cried as her face distorted to one of pleasure. "Fuck me!" Monica clenched her eyes as she began to bounce with intense speed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!" Monica quickened her pace as much as she could. "Goddamn it!" She arched her back as she ran both hands up her body, stopping to grope her own tits. "MMMM!"

Monica was getting frustrated with her own elusive orgasm. However, sparks rushed through her as she felt a set of fingers begin to rub her clit with ferocity.

Glancing down, Mark was using his left hand to rub her pussy while she was busy groping herself and bouncing on his shaft.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Monica encouraged Mark. "Don't you fucking stop!" She shouted.

Mark picked up the pace as he felt a second orgasm approaching.

"Monica, I'm-!" He cut himself off as he sat up and buried his face between Monica's tits. Monica felt more spurts of his hot jizz shoot inside her as her own release soaked Mark's lap.

Once the two rode out their shared orgasm, they fell over in a close embrace.

"Sweet dreams, Mark." Monica said as he rested his head on her breasts.

"Sweet dreams, Monica."

End of chapter 13