by Thomas, P M
MUTILATOR FROM THE GRAVE
A
Novelization
by
P.M. Thomas
Indria
Copyright © 2015 Shan's Horror Films
All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1519656230
ISBN-10: 1519656238
Based on a story by Alex Wesley
Nothing could stop his love, not even death.
LIFE
1
Nothing could stop their love, not storms, nor beasts, nor men themselves. Their love was built on a concrete foundation, held sturdy by their own unconditional emotions felt so strongly towards one another.
Ever since that fateful day, a monumental event in both their lives that changed everything completely, not one iota of their existences was ever the same after it, after the groundbreaking effect it had on both of them, neither wanted their lives back to the way it once. How it was now could only be called: perfect.
They remembered that day like it happened yesterday, it was an unforgettable chapter in their lives, one they reminisced about with much true fondness, they spoke about it often in their most intimate moments together, in their private quarters, under the harmonious sheets in their loving nest, after making love for the third time.
It was a vibrant spring day, the remains of winter were dwindling away with every passing second, the grey skies were an afterthought, the thick blanket of snow that enveloped the ankles had melted into puddles evaporated by the return of the sun.
It was a side of Russia many outsiders did not know of, many assumed it was a land gripped in endless snow and blistering cold every day of every year, they couldn't have been more mistaken. It was graced with its fair share of splendour and warmth as well, and this day of all days was its pinnacle.
The trees were receiving their first sprouting addition of leaves that would soon cluster all over the once barren branches.
Flowers were standing erect with their freshly bloomed petals opening up to be blessed in the light of the sun's brilliance.
Newborn birds were announcing their birth unto the world, letting it known that the beginning of a new season was afoot.
The plants and the animals weren't the only things blooming that Spring, there was another beautiful gift of nature flowering on the emerald green fields, one that could not be seen but felt within, a small word with the grandest meaning in any dialect: love.
They had met by pure chance, it was an unforeseeable act of spontaneity. Neither of the two lovers could have predicted or planned meeting their other half, or know that such a person existed until they saw it with their own cloudy eyes.
That day, in the hallways of the exact same university they were both studying at, it all began with the starry eyed and shy young woman with long hair of black velvet with the innocent face that could have belonged to a living angel on earth, with a heavenly name to match her visage from the heavens, Indria, was racing to get to her next class.
In her haste, she had stumbled over her own shoes and dropped her bag, spilling all her contents over the floor.
It was there, at that precise instance, the warm eyed, dashing young man with short shaven hair, and a five o'clock shadow with a face showing that while he may have been rough looking on the surface, he was smooth on the inside.
She would soon know him by his name, a name that sent her heart rate to skip multiple beats and still did when she said or thought of it: Victor.
Victor politely assisted in helping her gather every last one of her books and stationary equipment, she greatly accepted his help with the sweetest of smiles he had ever seen. Victor had witnessed many women smile, but none had such an impact as her smile of an angel that sent him in a fluster within.
Her impact had not eased since, it was stronger every time he saw her wonderful smile that heightened her uncomparable beauty.
Something miraculous took place during that little first meeting which held an enormous scale on both of them. Their hands had inadvertently crossed paths while picking up the mess, the wires had met and with it brought on a powerful spark between the two conductors. It was a chain reaction like no other, they felt a strong connection from that very small contact. They could tell, intuitively from their own pulsating hearts rapidly thumping at their chests that this was no ordinary encounter, this was not something to pass them by. They would not finish with a quick exchange of a “Thank you” and a “You're welcome.”, then go on their separate ways and never think anything of the moment again.
Victor and Indria, Indria and Victor, their names went together, they fit perfectly like two pieces to a grand puzzle.
Further emphasized when offering to walk Indria to her class, he discovered a most shocking coincidence, she was in the same class as himself. She was just as astounded as himself, how could they have missed one another for all this time, how could they have been in the dark to their existence when sitting so close.
It was often said that the one thing looked for was the one thing that could not be seen. Victor and Indria were no longer blind to each other's presence. Throughout the entire lecture, they couldn't take their eyes off the other, they were more interested in getting to know their find of the century in greater depth than the ramblings of their long winded lecturer.
They spent every free moment they could that day in their company, feeling the connection moving closer to reaching the very tip of the wire. They learnt everything they ever needed to know about the life of their significant other. The clouds in their eyes were drifting away, parting so they could see one another in much clearer light and both liked what they saw with an unfiltered view a great deal.
When the phenomenal day drew to a conclusion, such a rush came over their exhilarated bodies, it was the most fun they had in ages gone by. Bidding their piece that completed their puzzle a good night, heading back to their dormitories, they could not contain the rapture charging through their very cores.
It was apparent from that moment on, it would be the beginning of something extraordinary. The flower of their love had already bloomed in one day, all it needed now was frequent nurturing and caring, a duty both gladly took upon themselves to keep their sweet flower standing tall with much strength as the day it sprouted.
The days went on, every minute was used well, their relationship was growing broadly, it was showing no signs of ever withering and dying. They would not allow such a tragedy to befall such a beautiful gift shared between them and only them. There was no flower alike, what they had was special, they cherished it as much as they did with each other.
Victor and Indria were inseparable, thriving off their company as if it was a mighty drug, one that benefited a life as opposed to destroying it.
The high they felt was akin to soaring into the infinite vastness of the galaxy. They could not get enough of the joys and wonders a couple was granted. They never knew what they were missing out on until they were engaging in it themselves.
When they were forced to return to their dorms without the other at their side, they faced such potent withdrawal symptoms. They came crashing back down. They were lost without the most powerful dose of love injected into their lives. They were gripped by the craving for more, they waited intensely for the next day, appreciating the following dosage of togetherness and savouring every last drop of it.
Each dose increased its strength, the high they felt was ever so more strong, their feelings were growing more deeper and intimate.
Before either anticipated it, they were venturing onto the next stage of the addiction called love, their lips had been drawn, merging as one combined pair, smacking and smooching off with sounds of affectionate contact.
It was their first kiss.
And from the one, came the many that followed.
2
The intense affections did not stop with just kissing, it progressed to a level that could not be denied or ignored. It had to be appeased, the powerful drug had to be taken to fully cement their relationship and declare their eternal love.
One romance filled night, after a dinner at Victor's favourite restaurant that cooked the finest vintage Russian cuisine going and a dance at the local nightclub, he brought her home to her dormitory. He expected it to go like the other dates, they would have a sweet good night kiss and then wait until the next moment arose for the pair to meet. That was not the case, from the meal and the dancing, a strong sexual feeling was flowing between them, it was impossible to ignore, they could tell they were both sharing the sultry sensation.
Their minds and their bodies were aching to touch, to feel, to be with their kindred soul mate. The flower needed no more growing, it had reached its full maturity and with it, came the requirement to spread the seeds to unearth more young sprouting love.
Their eyes were unable to look away from one another, more often than usual, they could not avert their gaze for a second. They were admiring every fine inch of their lovers picturesque features, from their cheeks, to their noses, to their lips. It was much more than simply observing their partner in silent awe, they were undressing their lover with their eyes, picturing in their vivid imagination what they looked like in their bare, natural form. How beautiful their bodies must have been, the perfect vessel to contain their identically beautiful souls.
The time spent at the neon drenched nightclub, dancing the last hours of the night away to techno music pounding off the speakers, their moves were a lot more sensual and closer than ever before. Their bodies were rubbing off one another in a rigorous friction, their hands could not be pried off any part of their lovers body they could feel, from Indria's curves, to Victor's thighs, to their chests all the way down to their rear ends and just above their crotches, they were frisking their lovers up, wanting to tear their clothing off on the dance floor.
Managing to resist their urges to lay one another bare, they forced themselves to walk home without stripping naked and making love in the nearest alley, their exposed flesh heated up by the flames of their passion and the warm night air. They fought back their passionate emotions, that did not restrain them from kissing all the way to the university grounds.
When that moment came, at the fork between resuming the night together or ending it for another day, Indria warmly invited him in. She had to, to deny their own empowering feelings would be one of the most unjust crimes against nature and humanity.
In the dorm, Victor and Indria could not hold back the searing aching desire to be one with each other. Their lips smacked and slurped the very instant the door was closed behind them, closing their intimacy from any prying eyes, it was their night and their moment, shared exclusively between the ardent lovers turning up the heat to a blazing degree and it was showing no signs of simmering, only burning higher.
Their hands removed their partner's clothing, one piece at a time. Victor slid off her shirt, revealing her supple breasts pushed together in a tight push-up black bra matching the rest of her clothing. Indria removed his shirt, followed by his vest, exposing his toned chest and torso. He did some working out in his free time at the gym and the effects of his strenuous efforts were presented for her delight.
She could not resist dropping onto her quivering knees and pressing her hot lips on his hardened abs, kissing every last one of those solid arches on his body, each elongated suction on his body sent ripples on his stomach.
Indria could not resist sliding her tongue over his abs, feeling their hardness on her moist surface, getting a good taste of his body. She wasn't through with licking his abdomen, cheekily she slipped the wet tip of her smooth tongue into his oval shaped, protruding navel. The touch of her tongue sent his stomach to melt inside, she was turning him on to the highest setting. There was no method to turn him off, not now.
Her fingers got in on the action, she ran her very fingertips down his chest, scratching down his nipples, working their way to her head, running down his trembling stomach, and reaching the buckle of his jeans.
She pulled them down, her face was greeted by his jet black boxers, poking her nose with the length protruding out, demanding to be freed from the constricting undergarments. Indria obeyed its carnal desire and slid them off, revealing the solid snake staring back at her with its one eye on its purple domed head.
Indria was mesmerised by its size and shape, she had never seen a proud and erect cock quite like it in her life, it made her eyes sting at such masculine art.
She had to pay her tribute to such a mighty phallic structure. She grasped it in her palm, held it soundly. Right where she wanted it, she swallowed it whole in one go, pushed it deeper into the dampness of her throat.
Victor was lost for any kind of words, all he could do was hold his head up high into the pitch black ceiling and moan under his aroused breath, letting the electrifying sensation run its course. He had never experienced fellatio on this arousing, stimulating scale. She was taking him to a new limit in sexual foreplay.
For the first time in his life, Victor actually had to refrain himself from any sudden climaxing. Her suction was harder than any kind of vacuum, it was exciting his cock to a degree he did not think existed. Her mouth was dripping wet with her saliva, it was lubing him up to the bone. Her throat was immensely deep, he could reach the very end of it and feel the back of her neck. Her tongue was actively licking around the quaking head of his firm cock, titillating it to the point a small amount of hot resin secreted out onto her slipping and sliding mouth organ. She swallowed the sample, adored the taste.
If that was what his climax tasted like in such a small dose, she looked forward to consuming his full load.
That would not happen yet, she felt strong hands rest on her shoulder, beckoning her up. Victor could not withstand her oral stimulus.
He would have climaxed on the spot had she kept it up and there was still much to do before he unloaded his burning love for her.
It was Victor's turn to worship his breathtaking goddess. He dropped to his speechless knees, and in breathless passion, he placed his head in-between the soft and warm bust of her chest, kissing her silky breasts. His hands worked around the back of her bra, removing the hooks with swift ease. Sliding the sexy garment off, he freed the heaving bosoms, let them drop naturally in his awestruck face.
There were many breasts he had seen in his days, none compared to such round, firm breasts covering his face with hard, big nipples. He could have been smothered in her breasts and died a happy man.
He covered her natural, heaving bosom in as many fevered kisses as was humanly possible. Her skin broke out in an aroused sweat by his passionate lips. He held her breasts in his hands, the ripeness and firmness fitted nicely in his hands. He rubbed and groped them with immense vigour, simultaneously his tongue licked up the beads of sweat running off the pale skin of her chest. She tasted sweeter than the sweetest of fruits.
His tongue was not content with her breasts alone, the tip ran around her big pink areola, slipping down to the poking reddened tip of her nipple, flicking and rolling the hardness that moved in unison under his active oral organ.
Indria's moaned and sighed of sheer euphoria at his oral stimulation changed into a gasp at the sudden sharp sting as his teeth sank on her sensitive nipple, making it redder than it already was. She pivoted down at Victor, his eyes glanced naughtily at her. He could tell she enjoyed it and he was right.
His teeth set on her nipple, he pulled his head back, pulling her sore tit along with him, she gritted her teeth, the mix of pain and pleasure sent her body flooding. She could not take the overwhelming mixture, it was driving her crazy.
Indria grabbed his head, pulled him away from her sore nipples, shot him a naughty look as she took control, she lowered his head down to her stomach, h
e kissed and licked at her smooth body as she brought him slowly down to her jeans.
He got the hint and wasted not one moment removing the last remaining segments of her clothing to reveal her nude glory shining in his entranced eyes. He was powerless at such overpowering brilliance.
Victor had to worship such womanly perfection, he gave her the full extents of his love to her perfect womanhood. His tongue reached a depth that went beyond the threshold, he broke her body out in an inflamed inferno. He was making her hotter with each flick and insert, releasing a flush of her womanly juices into him.
She tasted even better than the last time, and the sounds of her flustered panting and gasping added to sweetening it all.
It was the perfect start to what was to follow.
3
The two embraced naked heaving bodies made love in the nestling shroud of night enveloped warmly around them. It was drastically different from the times they experienced in the past with others, harmless moments of youthful fun that held no ties, no emotions and no meaning. It was the polar opposite side of the spectrum, the ties were all around them, on a wonderful package known as love. The emotions they felt were so potent it made their eyes water to release the swelling feelings they had for their dearest lover. The meaning behind their act of joined unity was as clear as the pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. It was the truest form of love they had ever seen through their own two eyes, living it with that special kindred spirit that could only be referred to as: the one.
They had found their one at last, their true loving companion to see it through the unhinged masquerade that was often life. They would come through it all, thick and thin, remaining lovingly coiled at each other's side.