B la Book 1 Target GirlChapter 5
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Jake stared uncomprehendingly at the little gun he held. Its firing chamber was open, the clip empty. He suddenly became aware that the gun was incredibly hot and burning his hand.
“Ow!” he yelled, shaking his hand. The overheated gun flew into the sand. ‘What just happened?
‘Béla! I shot Béla!’
He looked up frantically. Béla stood, swaying unsteadily, a few yards in front of him. Her chest was all bloody. She dropped to her knees, her legs folding beneath her. Her wings, as they folded behind her, pushed her body forward into the dirt.
“Béla!” he screamed and ran toward her.
He dropped down beside her and turned her over, pulling her up off the ground when he heard the crackling sound of a wing bending where it shouldn’t.
“Oh, God, Béla,” he sobbed into her hair. “Please don’t be dead.”
Wiping his eyes, he looked down at her naked form. He shook with self-loathing as he saw the blood on her bare chest. She didn’t have any arms. The flesh around her ribs was stretched tightly back to help form the wings that lay crumpled beneath her.
Jake jumped as Béla suddenly convulsed and began coughing up blood. Before he realized what was happening, she had her teeth in his neck and was sucking madly. He started to pull her off, then realized she needed his blood to help her recover. Sobbing, he pressed her head harder against his shoulder and let her feed.
Just as suddenly as she started, Béla jerked back, as though she just realized what she was doing. They stared at each other for a moment, then she winced as another bit of cartilage snapped in the fragile wings that were no longer supporting her.
Not knowing exactly how or where he could hold her without damaging her delicate wing structure, Jake finally pulled one wing around behind him and, with one arm holding the wing and one arm around her neck, managed to pull Béla to her feet and off her broken wings.
They stood, facing each other, both trembling with emotion.
“You didn’t kill me,” she said, her voice shaking with barely controlled emotion.
Jake couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad about still being alive.
“Well, you didn’t kill me,” he replied, also sounding shaky, “so I guess we’re even.”
“You only hit me four times,” she said, her voice still trembling. “Why did you pull the gun off me?”
“I couldn’t...” he began. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t just gun her down in cold blood even to save his own life – even if she was a monster.
Béla raised her wings up a little ways, then let them droop back into the sand beside her, as if that were some kind of explanation.
“But I am a monster,” she replied, reading his thoughts. Her eyes were starting to leak again. Jake reached out his arms to her.
“Béla,” he said, tears coming to his own eyes. “You’re not a monster, and you’re not evil. If you were, one of us wouldn’t be standing here, now.”
“But I killed them, Jake,” she said, tears running freely down her face. “I murdered them all. When I came back to life, I didn’t even think about you caught in that bear trap until they were all dead.”
“It sounds to me like self-defense since they attacked you first,” Jake told her. “Béla, I don’t believe you’re evil. You’re not an abomination, either.”
He looked from side to side, as though he was taking her wings into consideration. “You are, however,” he said, smiling down at her, “the world’s greatest Drama Queen!”
She stared up at him, surprise registering on her face. “You can love me like this?” she asked, pulling her wings around and stroking his arms and back with them.
“You look beautiful like that,” he murmured, and realized, with some surprise, that he wasn’t lying.
He looked up and down her fragile-looking body, unable to keep from touching her. Her entire torso was flatter then he’d ever seen it. He stroked his fingers over her chest just below her breasts, streaking her skin with drying blood from her healing wounds.
“What happened to the bullets that hit you?” he asked quietly. “Did you dissolve them?”
She shook her head. “They went right through, I think. They damaged my wings in back. It hurts to move them.”
Jake looked up at her wings. They almost surrounded him, one on each side wrapped around behind him. There were holes in the almost transparent flesh of her left wing where several bullets had shredded it as he’d jerked the gun away from her torso.
He pulled Béla up against him and peered down behind her shoulders. Her back was bloody, as well, and there were several bits of bone and cartilage sticking out, preventing her wounds from healing back there.
“Are you like this now?” he asked, his morbid curiosity coming out. “I mean, you have wings instead of arms? Or can you switch back and forth?”
“I can switch, but I can’t move them much right now,” she admitted. “Not until they’re healed.”
“Let me look at your back,” he told her.
Grimacing, Béla lifted her wings so that he could duck under them and get around behind her. She winced as he touched his fingers against some of the damaged cartilage.
“I don’t know exactly how to do this,” he said, sounding worried, “but this piece here,” Béla cried out as he pressed on it, “needs to lie flat – this way...”
Béla cried out again as something snapped in her wing structure where Jake was torturing her.
“Like that!” he exclaimed triumphantly.
He held her wing in position with one hand and pressed the cartilage against it with his other. Béla was whimpering, not used to experiencing pain in this new part of her body. To her, it felt like he’d taken the bottom edge of her shoulder blade, folded it over, and was holding it in place until it grew into its new position.
After a moment, the pain went away and Jake released the pressure on her wing structure. He was still mesmerized by her wings, though, and had been looking at them closely while her back healed.
“You are so amazing,” he murmured as though talking to himself.
He stroked his hand along the flesh of one wing where it was tightly stretched between two pieces of cartilage. “It looks like leather, but you can almost see through it. I can see the capillaries, even in this light – like the veins in a lovely and very delicate leaf.”
A little uncomfortable with his scrutiny, Béla gently shrugged her wings, hoping he would take the hint and let go of them. She couldn’t see him behind her and strained her head around to look at him.
“Thank you,” she said. “My back doesn’t hurt, now.”
She raised one wing so he could come back around in front of her. Instead, he came halfway around and stood under her wing, studying her shoulder and the cartilage that was expanded out from her ribs.
“What?” she asked, looked under her wing at him.
He looked up at her. “In fish, this is where the gills are,” he informed her, grinning. “In fact, it kind of looks like gills, now. Can you breathe underwater?”
“What?” Béla asked, not believing his question.
She lowered her left wing behind him and gently pushed him forward with her bicep. She turned more than he moved, though, because she was unwilling to tear her wing any more than it was already torn from the bullets that had passed through it earlier.
“I was just wondering,” Jake said, no longer sticking his nose up her armpit (wing pit?). “You can fly, I just wondered if you were designed so that you could live underwater, as well.”
“I don’t...” Béla stopped. “I just... ‘Designed?’ Oh, shut up!”
She stretched up and kissed him. Jake grinned and kissed her back, holding her face with both hands.
Béla pulled away and looked around her. She stretched her wings wide and moved them forward, wrapping one around his waist and legs, then wrapping the other one around his shoulders. He was now completely cocooned and she completely surrounded him. She grinned and tightened her wings around him to pull him closer, then kissed him again.
“Well,” Jake grinned down at her, “We’ll never have to pack a tent when we go camping.”
He yelped in surprise as she leaned back with a mischievous grin and pulled him down on top of her. Then she yelped as his hand punched a hole through her fragile wing when he tried to catch himself. He carefully pulled his hand out of the sand beneath her wing. He was lying on top of her with most of his weight on her torso, now. He couldn’t put his hands and arms anywhere without leaning on her fragile wing structure still surrounding him.
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"Ow!" Jake cried. "Be careful! I'm tender down there!" "What's wrong with you?" Béla asked as she let go of his flaccid, useless dick. "It's all red and raw! Did you go out and fuck a porcupine while I was unconscious?" "No, of course not, Honey," Jake replied ardently. "It's just that ... Well, I've spent the last two days basting you in cum, trying to get you to wake up..." "Aw," Béla cooed. "You're so sweet. No wonder I needed that shower..." "So if it's all...
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Béla and Jake were in his apartment, back in town. The backpacks they had taken with them were unpacked into laundry baskets that now needed to get downstairs. “That can be done later,” Béla said, brushing up against Jake. She put her arms around him from behind and squeezed. Her hand slid down and wormed its way between his belt and his firm belly as he sucked himself in to accommodate her. Jake stood, holding his stomach taut and enjoying her attentions for a moment. Ever since Béla had...
Jake lay in bed listening to Béla's breathing as she slept. She was a perfect little package of the sweetest sex he had ever had. In addition to that, she was actually interesting to talk to. She had her own opinions, based more on her own observation rather than some popular guru's jaded views, and didn't seem particularly interested in girlie things like fashion, this week's acceptable appearance or who the hottest actor or actress was. And, for as young as she looked, Béla knew a lot...
The four hour drive occurred mostly in silence, both Jake and Béla immersed in their own private, gloomy thoughts; Jake remembering a little about what had happened between them last night (Had he actually carried her, stark-raving naked, right through the bar and out the front door?) and some of the following things he’d done to her, afterward. He was horribly ashamed of himself about what he’d done to her, and didn’t know how to even begin to apologize, although Béla was taking his...
Béla awoke before Jake, the early pre-dawn light and the strange numbness in her arms – no – 'My wings – he's lying on my wings!' Béla realized, coming fully awake. She remembered the night before. It was supposed to be her last night on earth. But, miraculously, she'd gotten a reprieve. 'Perhaps it's a chance to make up for what my unknown siblings have done, ' she thought to herself. 'After all, someone had to have started all those stories about flying, bloodsucking vampires......
Béla was enraged that Jake would come after her with a stake. She was ready to kill him! But even through her rage, she saw him throw the stake away. Too late, she realized her terrible mistake and desperately reached for altitude, kicking her legs and flailing her wings wildly, then they were both tumbling in the air. She lowered her wings in pain and reformed her arms. The off-balance impact with Jake had broken her collarbone. It would only be a few minutes before it healed, but that...
Jake sat in front of the small campfire he’d built while Béla was hunting. He’d had time to get fancy, putting stones all around the parameter and placing sticks in the center so that they leaned on each other, making a teepee effect. Underneath, he pushed several handfuls of dead leaves and tiny sticks then lit it with one of his few remaining matches. The first match took, and soon he had a pleasant, roaring little campfire. After the center of the ‘teepee’ collapsed he added a couple of...
Béla woke face down on a hard wooden floor. It was totally dark. She could feel her eyelashes brush the floor as she blinked. Her arms and legs were numb and she couldn't move them. After a few moments, she realized she was tied up and struggled into a sitting position. 'How did I get here?' she wondered, feeling confused. It had been a long time since she woke up not knowing where she was, but it had happened to her often enough that she wasn't too concerned. Then she remembered –...
"Umm ... that's nice," Jake heard as he felt something pleasantly wet, warm and very tight slide over his dick. The sensation continued, waking him up as Béla took advantage of his morning hard-on. He opened his eyes. She was still in her 'human' form. He watched as she slowly moved up and down, her little breasts nicely pressed together between her arms as she leaned forward, holding herself up with her hands on his chest. "Umm ... morning?" he murmured, smiling up at her. The sun...
The board over the pantry door creaked as the rope tied to the inch thick 'eye-bolt' imbedded in it was yanked downward. Béla dangled from the other end of the rope, secured by a tight knot around her wrists. She was naked and bleeding from several cuts in her body. As she twisted back around, Jake carefully aimed another dart at her tiny breasts, then threw it. "Ah!" Béla yelped as it stuck right in the middle of her left nipple. "Bulls eye! You have to fuck me now!" "Not just...
Béla perched, bare toes in the snow on the roof of her cabin, and watched the sun come up over the mesa. She waited patiently for the intruder in her cabin, whose mind she had detected as she approached, to come out. He would have to, eventually, unless he was using the kitchen sink as a waste disposal unit. It was almost winter now, and he just might do that. The squatter had been asleep when Béla arrived. Probing his dreams, she picked up odd images of impossible memories for a person who...