It had been more than she’d bargained for, to be certain, but she wouldn’t pretend to regret her actions. She giggled to herself and cast a hasty muzzle spell across his luminescent trail only just dissipating into the pre-dawn shadows.
Too drained, she hadn’t the strength to cast far enough. The magic fell limp against the forest floor and faded back into her conscience. She would rest, she reasoned, and rose to gather her tattered garments from the grass. Yes. She would rest a bit and return in the morning.
Her limbs were like rags, and she stumbled back to the cottage, a faint, sated smile dancing in her eyes. She pulled herself together long enough to slip through the rear door and pad silently to her room, where she sunk gratefully into her down-filled mattress. Just as she pulled her covers up around her shoulders, a spark ignited in the corner, and Auronnah paled at the sight of her Mistress stepping out of the shadows, brightening the room with a light cast above her open palm.
“That is no soothing I smell. You reek of your mischief,” Celeste said, her face drawn and cold, eyes flashing disappointment, concern, and anger. “Come. Let us undo this evil you’ve laid on our doorstep. I’ve eluded the darkness too long to perish of a young girl’s foolishness!” Celeste threw her hands out before her, and the lamps and candles throughout the house ignited with a whoosh.
“By the Goddess, child! Have you retained nothing I’ve taught you?” She looked back, but continued on, fully expecting Auronnah to follow, which of course, she did.
***
The creature slept until his sluggishness gave way to another, baser hunger, and hesnarled his need. Tendrils of saliva dripped from his ragged maw. He roused himselfand followed once again the scent of his earlier prey.
***
Celeste pulled several books from the shelves and frantically paged through them while muttering under her breath. “Of all the… where in the world… Ugh! Where is that volume, child?”
Auronnah sighed heavily and produced the book from beneath her robes. Celeste snatched it and flipped it open, one hand gliding along the words, the other flailing at the bottles on a nearby shelf. She dashed and pinched and poured. Incantations flew from her lips.
But all too soon, the walls of the cottage shook with an unearthly booming. The discordance rattled the windows until they imploded into a rain of glass shards. The women shielded their faces and ran to the front of the house. Just as they reached the foyer, the door blew off its hinges, and a dark, seething figure filled the frame.
Auronnah fell to the floor in her haste to reverse direction. She cowered behind the soothing table, watching as Celeste drew herself to her full height and sketched figures in the air.
“You are not welcome here! Return to the night! I bind you from entering! Return to the night!” The spell swirled around Celeste, catching her robes in an updraft as it solidified before the beast. “You are not welcome here! Return to the night!” The creature stepped forward into Auronnah’s line of vision, and she shrank further under the table. He was horror incarnate: great, gnashing jaws filled with row upon row of needle sharp teeth, black eyes this size of a man’s hand, matted fur that did nothing to disguise the massive muscles beneath. Ape-like arms ended in cruel black talons, which scattered splinters in their wake while dragging across the cottage floor.
The creature swatted at the magic. The spell shattered like the windows had done only moments before. With a vicious swipe, he slashed Celeste’s torso open. She fell to her knees and her innards spilled across the floor.
One stride brought him to Celeste’s crumpled figure. Auronnah shielded her eyes, but couldn’t block out the slurping and crunching sounds.
When all was silent, she peeked over her forearm. The beast sat upon on his haunches, bathing himself as a cat might, licking paws and rubbing the fur around his muzzle. His eyes rose to meet hers. He huffed and drew nearer. Paralyzed, unable to recall the simplest of spells, Auronnah squeezed her eyes shut and awaited her fate.
The creature’s wet muzzle nudged her body, sniffed and salivated. He licked her chin and growled in the back of his throat. He snatched Auronnah up in one paw, talons now puncturing the soft flesh of her sides. She cried out, expecting the crunch of his jaws on her midsection. Instead, he held her aloft, her body sagging like a rag doll, and impaled her with the larger of his penises.
He pummeled into her, stretching her insides painfully. The attack jerked her up and down. He grunted and growled, and she yelped and cried for mercy.
He sank onto his knees, leaned back and used both giant paws to plunge her onto himself, again and again. Auronnah’s teeth clattered together with each jarring impact.
His second penis joined the first, pried its way inside her vagina as the beast increased the pressure and speed.
His climax was torrential. The searing liquid gushed out of her and washed down her flailing legs, splattered everything around them in pink droplets of his semen and her blood.
Just as Auronnah wondered if it would ever end, he filled her with a final thrust, then tossed her to the floor, where she lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing into the rug. The beast grunted as though laughing and lumbered out the door.
Auronnah’s hand slid down to her belly. She already felt his seed growing inside her battered womb. Her just reward.
She rolled her head towards the meager remains of her fallen Mistress. “Oh, Celeste,” she murmured, “I am so sorry.”
***
His hunger sated, the demon turned and ambled back to his mountain, anotherthousand years’ slumber beckoning him home.
What I Want
Just this one time, I’ll tell you exactly what I want from you.
You asked me what I wanted. What I expected from you. As I’m mulling over the answer, I can’t believe you don’t know. Is it so obscure? Am I so complicated? Or can you simply not believe the answer you see before you?
No strings, no promises, no ties that bind. Chains, all of them. Heavy, daunting, suffocating. I, for one, cannot bare the weight. I’ve nothing to offer for more than today.
So, for this day, I’ll close my eyes and guide you.
I want to sit in a corner of the room and watch you advance, slowly, softly, your anticipation dragging your toes across the carpet. I want to see your desire for me smoldering in your eyes-a passion so thick, so palpable that it coats your eyelids like a blanket and holds them at half-mast.
I want to watch as your hands rise slowly while you drop to your knees before me.
Graze your fingertips lightly across my collarbone and down to my waist, whisper-touching across my torso along the way. When you drop your forehead to my lap, I will hold you. I will wrap my arms around your head, and lean into you, until my cheek rests in your hair.
If you were to peek at this moment, you may see a tear slip from my lashes and splash on your upturned cheek. But don’t peek. The tears are for me, and they’re not for today. They’ll keep.
Whisper softly to me. I want to hear your accent, hissing my name from between clenched teeth, as if you haven’t the strength to hold yourself away from me any longer.
Lean into me and say it again, beneath my ear, into my hair, hot and moist against my skin…
Then just this once, just this one time, I’ll ask you…
Will you do the damn dishes! How much do I have to do around here, for crying out loud! And do you think you could you take out the garbage? Huh? Just once, maybe?
Years May Go By
Passion is more than sex, more than love. Passion is fusion. If it lasts beyond thefirst encounter, or even the thirtieth, that’s something worth holding dear.
Years have passed. They’ll do that, you know. One minute it’s right now, and then the next thing you know, that was ages ago.
Aah, but I remember you. The flavor’s changed some. I roll memories of you over in my mind. They’ve become less coppery and sharp, mellowed to a buttery softness.
Age has a way of doing that to a person’s life. Yea
rs, age, life-we are heavy with them, you and I.
Aah, but I remember us. We were something, weren’t we? Oblivious to the world, brazenly hand-in-hand, and glorious. Our lives spread before us like a long stretch of headlights bending into the early morning horizon.
And when we crashed together, sparks would fly. We would fly! Swept away on the wings of our passion, beating with all our might towards the sky. Your hands upon me were as if designed expressly for the purpose of fitting to my form.
Ours was not simply a connection: we were fusion.
I know, I know-it wasn’t like that every time. But it always felt like home to me. It was exactly where I was supposed to be- the place toward which my life, before you, had been laboring, my reward for battles well fought.
You pleasured me as no other could have. When you were inside me, my every pore connected with yours, and the current was complete, coursing through our bodies, from yours to mine and back around again. We singed the very air round us. I always thought I could smell it when I lay back after, exhausted and drenched in sweat, amazed at just how heavy my body felt when empty.
I was equally amazed how quickly my body would begin to fill again. Perhaps after a nap, or just a few minutes, or days, electricity would course through my limbs, solidify in my torso, bounce against the underside of my skin, seek a way out and through.
All it would take was a brush against you, to release it and send it hurling, where it would clash with your current and magnetize the air between us.
I suppose that’s how we’ve come this far together, without even noticing the time.
Our lives-no, our life-was a series of releases and recharging.
Ah, but I remember us. How could I forget?
And so, my dear man, I know you have not forgotten. I know that it’s all in there, tucked away for safekeeping. I know you draw upon it, little tastes as needed for strength. Don’t fight for me, sweet man. There’s nowhere you can go that I’ll not be with you. And you with me.
So this is not goodbye. And though I’ll keep you in my soul-I’ll only hold your hand until you’ve released your grip on mine.
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