Chapter 4 Alpha's Vixen
"You look like you could fall over," she replied, "come in and sit down, Sean. You'll catch your death if you go running around anymore without a rest and warming up." She stood aside, holding the door open for him, "I'm Lily. Please, come in."
Sean hesitated a moment. He shouldn't go and sit down when the girls might be lost or hurt. But then if he went after them not sharp, he could get lost or hurt and just make things worse. Lily smiled at him and he returned the expression slowly. "Thank you." He walked past her into the house, the slight young woman pushing the door closed behind him and relocking it. It was warm inside, far more than outdoors, and it made him immensely better just to be in that blessed warmth. He was standing in a small, inset area that seemed to be a kind of foyer before a hallway that rooms went off of. Around the edge of the area he was in, several pairs of shoes were set.
"Take off your shoes, Sean," Lily said as she stepped up into the hallway. "If you were wandering or running around out there, we should look at your feet." She then grinned and winked, "And I don't want you tracking mud anywhere. Your jacket looks like it's soaked too, just hang it on one of the hooks there," she pointed at a rack that hung along the wall next to the door. Most of the hooks had coats and jackets on them but a few were bare.
"Uh, right." Sean took a few moments to unbuckle his boots and pull them off. As he did so, he looked around at what he could see of the house. It was very clean and well appointed; pictures and sconces for lamps were set on the walls and the hardwood floor shined. "Lily, I'm sorry to insist but your phone, if I can use it, I really need to call the cops or search and rescue or something."
"I understand; you're worried about your friends." She smiled at him again, her dark eyes flicking over him before meeting his own and he felt himself blushing. "It's sweet." As he got his boots off at last she reached out and took his hand, and he marveled at how soft and smooth and sweet her touch was, "Come on, this way. You smell wonderful, you know that?"
"Uh, thanks?" She led him down the hallway, Sean glancing into the rooms as he passed. In addition to the heavy shutters he'd seen, each window had a set of thick curtains as well. They were currently pulled back on them but if they were drawn, barely any light would get out. The furniture all looked older; very classy and often the kind of stuff you'd find in college student housing as hand me downs, but all in good repair. He did spot a television in one room as well as a large couch. In another, he saw a few sleeping bags spread out on top of a large rug that took up most of the floor. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything," he said.
"You're fine," she answered. "My friends and I were having a slumber party for Halloween; scary movies, that kind of thing. Besides, a cutie like you is never an imposition." He couldn't say much to that and she steered him on into a brightly lit kitchen. It had a tall counter that ran bar-like around the cooking area and the dining room beyond it.
Two other girls were sitting at the counter on stools, one of them sighing as she set down the receiver of an old land line phone, "Something fell on the wires again, Lil, the phone's out. Why you live out-oh!" She blinked as she saw her friend leading Sean in and then smiled, her bright red lips lush and tempting. "Lily, you didn't say you invited a boy to the sleepover. Hi there, I'm Iris." Iris was a little taller than Lily, but she also had that same pale and perfect porcelain skin, her lips contrasting brightly red, and her eyes dark. Her hair was a platinum blond that was almost white, and combined with a figure that was willowy and svelte; it gave her an ethereal quality. She wore a tight t-shirt with the Count from Sesame Street on it and a pair of shorts that seemed to stop exactly where her thighs started, barely covering a half inch of long, pale leg.
"He not here for the sleepover, I think." The third girl slipped off of her stool and walked over to the other side of Sean as Lily pulled him deeper into the kitchen. "I'm Violet. It looks like you've had a rough night already." Violet was the same height as Lily and her hair was a lustrous cascade of raven locks that had a slight wave as they tumbled down past her shoulders. She was wearing shorts as well, though they were far more modest than Iris' and a man's button down shirt that was far too large for her, serving to obscure her body for the most part. She had the same incredibly fair and beautiful skin as the other two girls, her eyes also dark, and her lips a scintillating red. She put a hand on his forehead, "Oh, he's so warm," she said in a breathy rush and then took a steadying breath, "but I don't feel a fever."
"Uh, thanks, um, Violet," Sean responded. She smiled up at him and did not move back, staying close to him. "Iris, right? You said the phone wasn't working?"
"Yeah," she made a face as she hopped off of her stool. "Sometimes a tree or a branch will fall on the lines out here; it's not as well maintained as it is close to town." The blond moved to the other side of him, standing close as well and looking up at him. "But it's all right. You're here now and safe."
Sean shook his head, "I am but my friends aren't. I should get out there and looking for them. Thanks for letting me in and all, but-"
"Hold on a sec, Sean," Lily interrupted. "You look like you ran up the mountain and it punched you while you did it. You need to sit down and have something to drink." She exchanged a look with her friends who slipped up on either side of the young man and put their arms through his.
"H-hey, hold on a minute," he protested as the two ladies turned him about and marched him back down the hallway to what seemed to be a living room. There were armchairs in two of the corners and a long, plush looking couch dominated the room, a coffee table in front of it and an older tv on an entertainment center in front of the window. They pushed him down onto the middle of the couch. "Iris, Violet, please, I need to help them." Sean half rose off the couch, "I can't just sit here and-" Violet put a hand on his left shoulder as he was standing and gave a light push, as if she were adjusting a piece of paper she were reading, and he slammed back down onto the couch with an audible thump.
Before he could speak or react to that, the two girls were on the couch with him, one of either side. "You're so sweet and you smell sooo good," Iris smiled. She slid up against his left side, boldly pressing her body against him, one hand moving to stroke his forearm, the other running through his hair at the back of his head. "It's brave to want to help them, you're a good friend," she was speaking strangely, the words pronounced very clearly and precisely, more stressed than normal. "But you need to rest first. Stay here, with us."
"Stay here," Violet pressed against him from the other side and he groaned as he felt her warm, soft body through her clothes, her curves teasing him. She too placed a hand on one of his forearms, leaning into run the other down his cheek, stroking it softly. Her too red lips brushed against his ear and made him shiver, "Let us take care of you." Her words also were oddly clearly spoken and stressed, her throaty whisper seeming to drown out any other noise when she spoke. She breathed in suddenly, almost moaning, "Oh, you smell wonderful."
"I...need to rest first," he repeated, nodding slowly. His eyes were a bit vacant as he blinked owlishly and his face twisted as though he were confused, trying to remember something. "I'll stay here with...with..." He groaned, closing his eyes tightly, then he opened them again they were bright and keen behind his glasses once more. "I'll rest a little, you're right about that, but then I have to go."
Iris looked shocked; her ruby red lips falling open. Violet's head moved back from him, her dark eyes flicking to meet her friend's gaze. Then she cupped his chin and tilted his head so he was looking at her; blue eyes meeting her black irises. "You like us, don't you, Sean? We like you. We want you to stay here. It's dangerous out there at night. Stay here, be safe," she arched her back to press her chest more firmly against him, drawing another shiver and a bit back groan from him, "be warm with us. We'll treat you so well." Her hand left his face and worked to undo several of the buttons on the shirt she wore, the garment parting to reveal more smooth, pale skin and the upper curves of a pair of luscious breasts that seemed to swell as she breathed. "We've been so lonely, just us three girls here. Stay with us, keep us company. You won't regret it; we'll take such good care of you."
His eyes fluttered as she spoke, drawn down to the sight of her glorious bosom heaving. God, he wanted to agree, to say yes. He could feel Iris's hand leaving his forearm and starting to stroke his thigh, Violet now petting his chest, undoing the buttons of his vest. "I...do like you. Don't want to leave you lonely, feels so warm, so good. I want to...to stay..." The two young women smiled. But then Sean shook his head again, firmly, "This is so good, so tempting, but this is all so crazy, I can't...I need to help them. Elize, Pia, they might be in danger, the others too. I'm sorry." Again he tried to rise but found he couldn't move even an inch; their soft, small hands pressed just a bit and it was like trying to push against steel bars.
Lily came into the room with a mug that was faintly steaming. She smiled as she saw the three of them on the couch, "Oh, good. You're all getting along."
"Uh, yes," Sean said, blushing. "They're great girls and so gorgeous and sexy, but Lily-"
Iris looked at the redhead, "Lily, he still wants to go. Even though we both told him to stay."
"Really?" She looked shocked for a moment but then her smile returned, growing a bit broader. "Wow. You are a cutie, Sean. I'm impressed." He didn't seem to know how to respond to that. She held out the mug to him, meeting his eyes directly. She seemed to gather herself and her eyes were suddenly very bright and clear; the rest of the room dim in comparison. She spoke, her tone clear, firm, and precise. She spoke no louder that she had before but as the word rolled out from between those crimson lips the house seemed to tremble as if shaken by a great wind. "Drink."
The mug was in his hands and to his lips before his mind even registered he'd reached for it. He tipped it back and drank; hot, almost too hot, chocolate pouring into his mouth though the taste was off. There was something in it. He should stop, ask what it was. But he just kept drinking; downing the entire mug in one long, deep pull. Warmth radiated out from his stomach and seemed to fill all his body; a heavy heat that made him feel alive and vital and suddenly more aware than ever of the lovely and nubile girls on either side of him; his manhood suddenly surging in her pants and growing hard.