Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... happened.” Cam shouted, trying to tone it down so that it didn’t seem so threatening.

Walt slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor again. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed but the tears still found their way out and down his cheeks. His chest felt tight as if an elephant were sitting on him. He had shot Vivian instead of Duke. How could he hurt her. He loved her more than anything in the world… even if she had been doing… that…to Duke. It had to be Duke’s doing. He’d cast his spell on other women that he knew of. Why did he have to go and do it to his Vivian?

Walt choked back another heartbroken sob, pressing both his hands to his face as if to hide his anger and his shame from the shadows there in that small shanty kitchen, in the dark.

“Walter? Could you come out here where I can see you to talk to you? It would be much easier to talk without all this shouting.” Cam offered, hoping to get Walt to come out. He would know if he was armed with anything if he could see him.

Walter considered that for a moment. If they were going to shoot him, maybe it was for the best. Just stand up and walk out and it would all be over in an instant. But before he did that, he had to know. He had to know about Vivian. Did he…

“Walt?” Cam chanced one more shouted prod, crossing his fingers mentally.

“Vivian? Is she… is she dead?” Walt shouted the question, his voice faltering and breaking, just like his heart.

“What? No! She’s okay Walt. I mean she’s a ...

... little sore and all but she’s definitely not dead!” Cam shouted back, a little alarmed by what Walter had asked, until he realized that Walt had been drunk at the time and had run off before the dust had settled.

Walt’s hands dropped away from his face. His eyes were wide open and his heart skipped a beat when he heard the deputy shout that Vivian was okay. A surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins and he stood up. Walt ran his hands up across his face and back over his greasy head of hair as he pulled himself erect. Still leery about possibly being shot, he went through the doorway into the main room of the shanty and over to the front door. Peeking around the edge of the door to look out the broken glass, all he could see was the lantern shining brightly where it sat on the ground in front of the old pickup truck.

Cam heard movement behind the door and raised his flashlight, ready to turn it on to blind Walt when he stepped out. His other hand held his service revolver but his finger was not on the trigger, and it was pointed down towards the ground.

“I… I’m coming out.” Walt called nervously, before slowly turning the door knob and drawing the door inward to open it.

The door opened and a shadow separated itself from the darkness within. Walter stepped hesitantly out onto the porch. When he had stepped fully out of the shanty, he was blinded by a flashlight shining directly into his eyes. Instinctively his hands shot up as if to surrender and partly to block ...