Aliens

The field was silent, despite it being the middle of summer.  I stood in its center, looking about as though something would reveal itself if I just stared long enough. Yet only darkness and silence greeted me. The moon above glowed her milky light, bathing the world around me in a blueish glow. Nearby the marshy woodland sat, whose crickets and frogs remained quiet in spite of the heat and their ambition.

It was here that the rumors had promised the unusual. Stories had reached further than wanted of the strange lights and haunted fields, whose owners spoke in hushed tones of something lurking, following them home in the dark and peering through windows or open doors. None could tell me what they had seen, just that they had indeed seen something.

As I stood in the fields, hearing nothing but the wind blowing through my hair, I wondered if the stories were true or meant to entice travelers to their sleepy town. One by one the lights in the town winked out, letting its inhabitants slumber. The soft breeze died and left me eerily alone.

The soft light of the moon blinked out, bathing the world in darkness. I looked up but saw nothing within the dark. There was no sky I could behold, no stars to note nor even the light of the moon. Instead, an inky blackness descended, seeming to press closer to me. I stepped back, trying to find the moon.

With my next step, light erupted from the sky, so bright I shielded my eyes. Try as I might, I could see nothing save dozens of shining lights that covered the field around me. Rushing air pushed against my body, hard enough I tried to step back, yet my body was frozen. Unable to move, I stood, captured in time as the brilliant light bore into me.

My eyes burned from the intensity of the lights, tears slipping down my cheeks as I no longer could blink. Weightlessness filled my body and I lifted, levitating off of the ground and moving towards the lights. Then darkness swallowed me, killing any sense of time or space and leaving me drifting. 

A blazing white light greeted me as I opened my eyes, groaning at a sense of floating and yet heaviness. My body seemed suspended, feeling too much and nothing all at once, touching nothing yet solid. Beyond the light, there was darkness, impenetrable and verboten. I squinted, trying to see what lingered beyond the light, only to see a vast nothing.

I couldn’t move. As I tried to turn my head or open my mouth, it became apparent that whatever had me, had me entirely. The cold air wrapped around my skin, sending a chill down my spine. Muffled sounds pressed in my throat, yet they seemed dampened in the air, barely audible. 

From the nothing figures appeared, tall and agile. My vision blurred as I blinked my eyes opened and closed so that I could barely make out their silhouettes. In words I didn’t understand, they spoke, murmuring to one another. Hands with strange growths as figures passed over my body, above it, yet never touched.

Despite the lack of contact, I shivered. My muscles contracted as I tried to sit up, to move away from the invaders, yet I didn’t move. Another cry stuck in my throat as one neared my head, great eyes watching me as tears rolled down the side of my head. Gently, a finger touched my bare shoulder, which was the moment I realized I was naked before them.

Whispers filtered through my mind at their touch, ramblings in languages I didn’t understand. Finally, a word was spoken, a simple greeting, and I startled at the recognition.

Be still, they said. You are safe.

I tried to look towards them but couldn’t turn my head. I closed my eyes, the only part of me that could move, and focused my breathing so I could speak… or think my words.

Where am I?

Safe.

I wasn’t unsafe before.

You were. 

How?

There was a pause as the being stood there, half cloaked in shadows. They conferred with their companions, the strange language mumbled between them. When silence once more lingered, they turned their head back towards me,

They lurk. Finding blood.

What does?

Humans.

I would’ve sighed if I could’ve. The feeling of human cruelty, of ploys to lure victims, flew through my mind. It would not have been the first human cult I had found, dedicated to some perversion of an ancient creature.

Yes.

I inhaled, having forgotten the being.

Now what?

They paused again. Their hand came to rest on my shoulder, cool as the air and strangely soft. A calmness floated through me.

We wish to experiment with you. To see reactions to our instruments. 

Will it hurt?

There was a moment where I felt them consider. Perhaps.

After?

You will be safe. And away.

I inhaled again and then nodded. My head did not move but the being moved their hand from my shoulder and murmured to their companions. The light seemed to brighten, prickling my skin with soft warmth to keep the chill from sinking into my bones.

A single cold instrument was touched to my stomach, sending a shock through my skin. My body jumped of its own accord, twitching yet barely moving. My lips parted, letting a soft whimper roll out of my throat. The metal retreated, then touched hire, making not a sound as it sent another jolt through my body at the bottom of my rib cage.

I gasped and shuddered as the rod moved higher, touching the skin below my right breast. I cried out instead of whimpering, a sense of pain and delight building in my body. It lifted off of my skin and tapped the side of my breast. 

A cry escaped my lips. I panted, gasping for the breath the shocks took from it. A soundless shock went through my body as the instrument touched my nipple,  sending a wave of pleasure and pain at once. My back arched, moving me slightly despite their strange way of holding my body still.

Murmurs moved between them, almost excited sounding. I took in a deep breath, my body tensing despite nothing happening as I prepare for the next touch. A long-fingered hand closed around the breast instead, feeling it curiously. When their strange fingers pinched my nipple, I whimpered, the skin painfully sensitive. 

Another set of murmurs before the hand moved away and the instrument touched flesh once more, this time with more power. I shuddered and sagged in the air. The light holding me lowered, letting the cool air creep over my skin as a soft cry left my lips and giving me the freedom to move slightly.  

I turned my head, looking at the creatures as they examined each of my responses. The electrifying metal was bound to the ceiling where a complex series of tools lived. I glanced back to the being by my head, whose eyes watched my body intently, their hand touching the invisible air to guide the machine.

They turned to look at my face as the metal touched my opposite nipple. Teeth bit into my bottom lip before I cried out, succumbing to the pain and sensation as my muscles contracted rapidly, making me twitch beneath the stimulation. 

A ragged breath was released to the air as the beings spoke to one another. With strange ease, a cold metal parted my legs, exposing my depths to them. I whimpered, making a soft noise of worry before I cried out as electricity touched my inner thigh. My back arched, hips nearly pulling my legs up at the sensation.

Another touch to the opposite thigh and I was panting again. The third touch invaded the soft folds to land on the tiny bud of flesh. A cry and shuddering whimpers filled the air as I twitched beneath their administrations, waves of pain and excitement pulsing and throbbing through my body.

Something cold slid inside of me, opening me up for the beings to examine. Fingers pushed inside, reaching the back of me. They were long and thin, achieving depths a human couldn’t. I shuddered and moaned as the fingers curled upwards, pushing against the roof of my tunnel.

As the fingers retreated, something bigger followed. It was hard and metal, freezing cold within me. It pushed deep, then rested as though waiting. I tried lifting my head to see, but the room had grown darker, swallowing the beings around me. 

Within me, it expanded, then pulsed. A shock wave went through my pelvis and I cried out, twitching and gasping as the pulsing continued. Whimpering, I tried to move, only to be unable to as the metal instrument began to pull out then slam deeper in, sending a new wave of pleasure within.

With each thrust it pulsed, sending me trembling yet wanting more. I moaned loudly, wetness making the metal slick as it slid in and out of me, its speed increasing with each passing moment. 

The light grew brighter, holding me perfectly still, my moans bound in my throat. I  couldn’t writhe or move, nothing but feel the machine push inside me, expanding and pulsing as my body tensed and a mounting pressure built within me.

A scream caught in my throat as the metal rod touched my nipple, sending a new jolt through me that pushed me over the edge. I didn’t move or make a sound as I erupted inwards, wave after wave of release washing over me while the machine kept working. Each of its strokes heightened the head rush, leaving me spiraling inside my own body, trapped by the pleasure it continued to deliver.

I could see nothing but the blazing light above me as I tried to scream, to beg them to stop. A vibrating cold metal rod touched my stomach and slowly pulled downward until it landed neatly on my sensitive flesh. Tears slid down my cheeks as my muscles spasmed, muffled screams barely audible as another release washed through me.

Finally, my mouth opened to cry out and I heard my wanton scream fill the air as the light extinguished and the cool dark enclosed me. Damp grass pressed against my back as I blinked, clearing my eyes from the residual light image. Crickets sang nearby as I turned my head, seeing the field around me, where horses looked at me in alarm.

Above me, the darkness that blotted out the moon rose into the starry sky and vanished. I laid there, body throbbing, fully clothed, suddenly alone.

 

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The Dunwich Horror

 

Screams of agony and fear echoed in the cool night air as people from the small gathering of homes fled, scattering down the old forgotten road towards the salvation of another town. They left their lives behind them, dinners unfinished and cattle abandoned. Nightime settled in, claiming the houses as its own and blanketing them in darkness. 

Despite the fleeing people, I found myself inexplicably drawn to whatever lurked in the sleepy land. A great altar sat on a hill, ancient words long forgotten inscribed upon it. I stood beside it, fingers touching its sacred surface, watching the community flee. Something haunted them, filling their dreams with terror until the tension was palpable in the air, driving them out as rats on a sinking ship.

Its smooth surface held stains of years of sacrifices. The air smelled of blood and sex. A place of ritual sacrifice and lust, where the human and the inhuman met. Sometimes in offered death, other times in wanton abandon. Fireflies alighted, swarming in the air, blinking around me. Yet none dared to touch the altar.

I turned, glancing about the homes, seeking the darkness within. Lights flickered in all of them, abandoned without a thought. The cattle and sheep pushed against the fences. I walked between them, unhooking the latches. They fled, silent, into the night. Anything to get away from the collection of houses where chaos had made its home.

Only one home held what I sought, deep within its creaking bowels. In the field, nothing stirred, despite the barn promising cattle. Not an animal could be found. Yet a trail of blood stained the earth, drag marks showing where the poor creatures had been killed and brought to the ominous house. 

It teetereed, additions reenering it unstable andd daangeruos. As I approached it, it became apparent the house had been transformed into a barn of sorts, housing something within. There was no longer a pathway to the house, for it had overgrown in months of neglect. The smell of decay and rot filtered out from it.

I covered my mouth with a cloth, grimacing at the rank smell before stepping forward. The black door was half-open, too heavy to sway in the faint breeze that touched Dunwich. Silence met me as I stepped inside, fingers pushing the door open, my lips grimacing at the loud creaking sound that emanated from the door’s whining hinges. 

It was an old home, cluttered and filled to the brim with things unimagined. Small tables and roughly assembled bookshelves lined every wall, their surfaces covered in the esoteric and the macabre. Skulls, bones, feathers, and beaks mingled with strange sculptures, low relief sculpts, and old books. 

The well-worn pathway within the home took me from the first room, where once I assumed people had dined and shared their day, to the next. This wide, vast room had one door that was barricaded with multiple metal and wooden bars. Against one wall was a vast aged table, upon which sat a great book, open. In a corner a nest had been made of cloth, some of it was blankets, other old shirts, and clothes. Decaying bones with some flesh still upon them sat beside the nest, maggots crawling upon their rotten meat. 

A door led to the outside, towards the cow field where nothing but hints of blood remained. I glanced out the window, imagining the person who stared out, counting how many cows remained. Hunger was always the downfall of those who sought to protect their loved ones. 

Small mountains of ancient books were piled in the corner, some going up to my chest. I skimmed the spines, noting the esoteric languages they were written in. Spells and divinations from another time, of sorcerers no longer alive. Books that promised the great unknown and infinite knowledge.

The great book on the open table rested, begging to be read. Slowly I approached, keeping my eyes softly unfocused to avoid reading the text. My fingers caressed the page and wandered to the spine, noting the ripped page edge where once another page had been. Brows furrowed, I grimaced and focused my eyes, casting them over the two pages on either side of its missing companion.

Words swarmed my mind, echoing about in tongues I didn’t speak. Visions of a sacred rite, upon a woodland altar, filled my head, overwhelming my sight. The smell of blood and flesh hung in my senses, mixed with the unearthly smell of another estranged place, strange and wet. I shuddered and stumbled backward, falling to my knees.

Darkness crept into my sight, swallowing what I could see and leaving only the visions of the great opening, a void into which one could dive. A gateway, a promise of another place, expanded in my mind’s eye and threatened to pull me in. It beckoned with hushed words whispering promises I understood but couldn’t comprehend.

My body shuddered and fell, although into what I could not say. In the unending chaos, I floated, caught in the coils of time and space. Great eyes beheld me, sinking profound meaning into my mind, expanding my thoughts until they shattered on the precipice of realization. I became aware that I was screaming, my cries echoing in the darkness around me. 

The whispering words didn’t stop, even as my vision cleared and the darkness that had threatened to swallow me receded. My body laid on the floor, fingers clenched, my lip bloody from biting it. I swallowed the taste of blood and blinked back the rest of the darkness, shivering in the cold emptiness of the world.

I turned my head, letting the whispered words pull me away from the brink into the reality around me. My fingers touched the bars over the door, delicately feeling the wood and metal as my body felt more real than it ever had before. I pressed my ear to the door, eyes widening as the whispers intensified.

Whatever was inside wanted to be released. 

I shifted, pulling the metal bars off and dropping them to the ground, each clanging loudly. The wooden beams followed, a furious intensity settling in my bones as I worked. Finally, I pulled the great old chain from around the door handle that linked it to the wall, freeing the door entirely.

It expanded outward, the wood creaking from the pressure. I watched, eyes wide and fearful, yet reaching for the straining wood as though what I was seeing wasn’t possible. My fingers touched it, felt the growth before it suddenly disappeared, leaving the door in its original shape. 

Cold fingers gripped the door handle before I pulled. The door opened with strange ease to a massive room, ass though a barn had been attached to a normal home. I coughed the smell of death and rot overwhelming me briefly as I stared at a hollow room. Nothing inside saved the half-eaten corpses of dozen of cattle and the odd sheep. 

I stood in the house, listening to the breathing of something I couldn’t see. Around me, the walls shuddered and creaked, bulging in areas where nothing touched it. Slowly I turned, looking around me as though something would manifest in the dark, only to see the rafters high above me and nothing else.

Despite the rampant death, no flies buzzed. Nothing lived in this hollow room save whatever breathed. Each breath was raspy and grumbling, betraying its massive size to my ears. My heart thud as the whispering voice grew closer and closer until the heat of its rotten breath brushed my neck while it spoke into my ear.

Nothing it spoke was understandable and yet my mind clawed at the words, trying desperately to understand what the thing spoke. I held perfectly still, listening to its creeping chaos that swirled inside me, planting seeds of corruption with each syllable. A moan escaped my lips as I stumbled, my vision swimming once more with the great gate that needed to be open and the crawling beldam.

A thick, strong invisible cord wrapped about me, closing around my stomach as I swayed. It lifted, pulling me upwards easily and off the ground. My fingers grabbed the flesh, feeling slime and slickness beneath yet nothing could be seen. I searched the darkness, patting around to try to feel whatever had me.

The words grew stronger and louder as it chanted. With a great step, it pushed against the side of its home, snarling at the wood that stopped it. I cried out, shielding my eyes from the splinters as the wood cracked and shattered, opening the night to the creature’s girth. 

In the moonlight it stumbled outward, thundering on the ground with each step. The fences below buckled and surrendered as its body tangled with them. Invisible hands plucked up the fence remains and pulled them apart. I slid my hand down the thing that held me, tentacle or appendage I wasn’t clear. Each stroke was soft and gentle, doing my best to draw its attention from the world below.

Its movement paused. Even the constant gibbering ended. I could feel but not see its eyes on me, watching my movements as I pet the part of it that had me held. A soft gurgling noise escaped it, a near cooing sound that rumbled in its mighty throat. Something wet and muscular slid across my arm, up my shoulder, to my face.

Despite the chill it sent through my body, I moaned in response. My fingers move to the wet thickness and stroked, guiding up and down the muscular appendage. Another gurgling sound of excitement filled the night air as its wet extremity caressed my face and throat, sliding downwards to pull at the shirt I wore.

It moved forward, new and excited words pouring from its unseen mouth. A third protuberance caressed my thigh, leaving a wet trail behind it of invisible slime. It slid upwards, pulling at the fabric I wore before bunching it together, closing around it, and pulling. The cloth ripped off with ease and drifted to the earth below me as we crossed the property towards the hilltop where the altar awaited.

Trees bent and cracked before the creature that held me, fences broke, and houses shuddered as it lumbered its way through the wood and field towards the hill. Its gurgling murmurings whispered in my mind, pulling me between the world where its arms and tentacles held me, slowly ripping the fabric off of my body, to a world where an ancient creature watched, eyes boring into me, filling my mind with knowledge it could not contain.

I felt the stone beneath my naked body and opened my eyes though they were already open. Nothing was near me. For a moment I lay there, shocked and stunned as the fireflies moved around the altar, landing on my body but never daring to touch the stone. The whispering had stopped for the briefest of moments, leaving me alone in the peaceful night.

My mouth opened in silent wonder, questioning my reality, mind suddenly racing to recall how I had appeared on the stone altar. A slimy appendage slid across my lips, tiny finger-like projections playing across my flesh. The head pressed against my partially open mouth and I opened to it, letting it slide inside and climb deeper. 

A strange moan escaped my body as the creature furrowed further, filling my throat. A hand gripped one of my arms, long-nailed elongated fingers holding the wrist before dragging my arm upwards over my head. It gathered my other arm and held both in one massive hand, nails digging into my soft flesh.

The words began again, filling the air around me and swarming my mind. Within me, the appendage squirmed, sliding in my belly in strange ways that made me shudder. Great, thick tendrils curled around my ankles and thighs, covering my legs in the same invisible slime while holding me down securely.

Each word began to become rhythmic, patterned like drum beats that hit crescendoing notes. Strange ethereal darkness began to fill the sky above me, swallowing the stars one by one until nothing but the vastness of deep space swarmed the sky. The great eyes didn’t appear but I felt them peering at the scene below, of my body shuddering, taking in the ritual happening.

The thick wet entity I vaguely knew slid between my thighs and up my body, lapping at my stomach and between my breasts before it lathered my face in its secretion. My body arched up, meeting its touch, another moan slipping past the thing that invaded my throat and body. It gurgled in response, its wet length slowly moving across my face, then back down to my throat.

Hands wandered my body with it, caressing roughly, as a well-meaning child would maul a pet. With each hand thin tendrils and tentacles traveled, roaming my body in both worship and ritualistic wonder. The slime was lapped over my breasts and stomach, to the softness between my thighs, where the thick muscle explored, tasting every part of my body.

Haunted words became whispers once more as the invisible creature spoke near my ear, their gibbering nonsense beginning to becoming clearer. A spell wove in the air, whispered from the lips of the invisible sorcerer creature that ensnared me. I whimpered, feeling the words begin to become true and whole. 

My eyes opened, briefly glimpsing the truth before me. It loomed, gigantic, with dozens of limbs and tentacles, swarming over every inch of my body, one of its long limbs deep in my throat and body. Its wide body leaned so that a grotesque head waited by my face, whispering into my ears. Its eyes looked into mine, fracturing the foundation of reality within.

I screamed although no sound escaped, muffled by the creature within me. Its eyes had been the eyes I saw in the darkness, in the chaos of life and death, in the deep truth of bedlam with the heart of another world. The creature within and around me was the progeny, a child of human and elder creature, a divine creation seeking its family.

Its voice of discord whispered again and I opened my eyes to the ancient thing that swarmed above us, its unbidden voice joining the cacophony. The creature climbed over me, covering me in its ooze and secretion, as something otherworldly pressed against my opening. The words swirled in my mind, forming the question, the ask. 

I looked back into the eyes of the creature and moaned as its claws pinched my nipples, pulling, drawing just enough blood for the ritual to begin. Profound understanding hit my mind and the thing in my throat slid outward, leaving behind the taste of elder magic and discord. Slimy tentacles encased me, writhing over my flesh and along each side of my face as it whispered the words I needed to say.

My lips parted, speaking the ancient edicts to the swirling mass of tentacles and eyes above us, letting it rip through into our world by the crack I had whispered into existence. The elder-spawn slid forward, sliding inside of me, entering my most sacred of spaces, and filled me. I cried out and then whimpered as it pushed deeper, expanding inside of me as more tendrils filled me, exploring each crevice within. 

Pain and pleasure seared through my body as the creature moved even deeper, opening me further and slipping within my womb. My stomach protruded, small movements showing each tendril and its wiggling motion. Sensation overwhelmed me, my body throbbing with each word the elder god whispered and its progeny echoed. We moved as one, combining in words and spells and magic I didn’t understand.

Somewhere else I heard screaming, a man’s voice yelling and commanding, and the shrieks of someone whose eyes bore witness and could not endure. Yet the creature didn’t flinch, instead, its pulsing grew faster, throbbing inside of me before the tentacles above reached us, caressing us both with the power of its knowledge.

Time bent around us, warping the world as my lover expanded me, body and mind, making space for its desired seed within. The world shuddered, collapsing in on itself as I watched trees disappear, reappear, and bend. Swirling darkness encircled us and flew down my throat, filling me with its ancient caress that tore through my mind and filled me with an unending ecstasy.

The creature’s whispered spell became screams of passion, words tumbling out of its strange lips before it released its rage and fear to the sky as the way to its origin welcomed it. Within me, it erupted, spilling eldritch seed within my womb, filling me with the future. It slowly oozed out of me as the creature slid away, leaning into the caress of its father as it disappeared into the swirling chaos above.

A bright light of discord flashed, forcing my eyes to close as I lay on the altar, panting. A crack of thunder sounded, the sound of reality breaking, ending the ritual and silencing everyone, and leaving the known world in perpetual darkness.

I blinked, seeing the sky above me, blue and easy. Birds sang and on my belly, a caterpillar crawled. Slowly I sat up, clothing over my body, doubt swirling in my mind. On the hill several men stood, their eyes wide and unbelieving before one broke into a laugh, delirious and victorious.

With a sigh, I realized he thought he had won. The brave human who had dared face the great unknown. A small smirk touched my lips as I caressed my abdomen, the promise of life within. I stood, giving the altar one last caress of longing before I stepped away, walking towards the road to home.

Jötunn

I stood at the line between the wild and the town. Winter surrounded me, dusting the trees with white capes and leaving the houses buried in the cold. The wind whispered through the woods, speaking through coniferous needles in words I didn’t understand. 

Behind me, the villagers watched, waiting for the woods to eat me alive. The tales they told of the thing within promised power I had never seen before. And although spring blossomed in the land, here the deep oof winter remained, pulling at the edges of reality to reshape the season. I had seen creatures thrive in natural and unnatural environments. Yet I had never seen a creature reshape their environment to suit them. 

My fingers trailed over the needles of a tree, causing snow to fall. Everything was silent save the wind. It brushed my face, burning in cold intensity, before playing in the trees, causing snowflakes to dance in the air and piles of snow to fall into the drifts below. 

There were no bird prints in the snow, nor wolf or deer. The snow was undisturbed, until I stepped within it, breaking its surface and the silence with the sound of crunching. It went up to my thigh, deep and unforgiving as I began the trek forward in the darkened woods, made bright by sunlight on the glistening snow.

Symbols I didn’t understand were carved into the thick trees, old and scarred. Nothing was fresh, except the winter air that followed me every step I took. There were no pathways or even markers that weren’t the symbols. 

I reached out, caressing one, tracing a thumb over the tree’s rough bark. The wind caressed my face again, sending a chill down my spine. It lingered, plying with loose strands of hair tucked beneath a hood, as though fingers were running through my hair. I stood still, looking at the air where the wind was but wouldn’t be seen, brows furrowed.

Darkness began to creep into the trees as the sun dipped into the horizon. The village was miles away and not a sound could be heard. Not a creature had wandered near me in the day’s walk. Cold air haad followed me, blowing harder and stronger as I hit the base of the mountain, only to stop and stare into the mouth of a cave where even colder air waited.

Snow drifted down, slowly falling around me, coating my cloak in dampness. As I stepped from the edge of the woods, into the clearing before the cave, the wind switched, pelting snow against my face that turned to ice pellets. I put my hand up, trying to shield my eyes as I dared a step forward.

The mountain cracked, as though winter itself disapproved of my presence. Wind swirled around me, absorbing me into an ice storm that moments ago wasn’t there. I shivered and took another step forward. The storm swirled around me, making it impossible to see anything. The cave should have been straight ahead but there was no way to be sure.

Despite the uncertainty, I took another step forward, only to step onto the ice. The snow beneath me had frozen, creating a sheet of ice on its surface. I barely had time to cry out before I slipped and fell to the ground. 

The snow immediately became stronger, burying me in wintry white as I pulled a dagger from my sleeve and plunged it into the ice. My muscles ached as I breathed in the burning air, puling myself forward inch by inch until the cave’s darkness greeted me. Within thinking, I crawled inside and fell into the shadows. 

My eyes opened to the howling wind and the gleam of light bouncing off of ice crystals. I shivered instantly, the coldness in my body becoming the thing I noticed most. A sound of discomfort escaped my lips as I sat up, patting the iced floor around me before kneeling. My gloved hands rubbed together as I looked around.

The cave was beautiful, illuminated by light refracting off of the dozens of ice shapes, each beautiful and deadly. I slowly stood and wandered within, until I turned a corner to see a man, skin ice-blue, standing amidst the beauty. Bright blue eyes watched me as I stood there, wondering if I had hit my head too hard.

His hand rested on the side of the cave, large and powerful, yet blended into the ice there. With a jerk, he pulled his hand off, ice shards falling around the point of contact. I started and then looked at his face. Hee was broad, beautiful, and frightening at once, with features human yet inhuman, contorted and made of the most beautiful ice. His hair was tangles of snow, the beard of braided frost. 

“I’ve been looking for you,” I finally said as he approached me, his body changing with every step, into something half white wolf and half-human, made of the North wind and ice. His eyes glowed in response. It took all my willpower not to step away.

“And what di you find, girl?” He stepped around me, the wind that was his touch instantly familiar from the woods. It trailed over my face, so cold it burned, as he stepped to my side and then wandered into the cave, his torso and beneath of a strange eight-legged giant deer. 

“I… don’t know.” As though summoned, I followed. My mind tried to race with the possibilities of his existence. “Elemental?”

He turned, a wicked grin of knowing on his lips before he paused, a human hand brushing my hair back under my hood. I shivered and gasped. The grin deepened. “Older.”

My eyes searched his as I rubbed my arms, trying to rub the wetness away and spread warmth into my body. 

The creature tilted his head. “Stop fighting me,”  he whispered, shifting to the side and disappearing until he was naught but a cold wind that pushed me against a wall of ice. “This is me. This is my domain. You are too human now, to know better.”

I winced as the wind held me against the wall, eating into my bones with its frozen bite. My skin burned, freezing clothing attaching itself to the skin that began to crystalize. “Then teach me,” I cried out at the wind.

His face was before me in an instant, half-formed of frost and frozen fractals, before his hand grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, ice freezing them against the wall. “Are you sure? Your people hide in houses in my domain, lighting fires, killing the land to survive where they do not belong. They try to tame this land. This frozen world. Is that what you are doing?”

There was anger in his voice, a venom that replaced the arrogant playfulness from moments ago. I tried to inhale, to calm my mind, but the wind burned my lungs and I made a small whimper in response. “I’m sure. Teach me. I submit to you. Show me.”

Icey eyes pierced my gaze, trying to find fact in the promise of submission. With a jerk, he broke his hands off at the wrists, pinning my arms above my head with his own hands. Ice shards landed on my cloak and clattered to the ground. 

“This fabric,” he said, newly formed fingers brushing over my thigh and stomach. “It is weak. Human. It barely keeps you warm yet you cling to it. To keep yourself apart from the wind.” One hand grabbed the front of the shirt and the other ripped. It split easily, snow spraying the air wherever it tore. 

Iced hair brushed my naked skin. He slid his fingers against my body, skin reddening with every touch. I gasped, twisting away from him only to touch the ice wall behind me. The wind played over my stomach and around my breasts, swirling around my nipples. A soft sound of delight escaped my lips as he watched, amusement in his eyes.

“You see? The wind can be a blessing if you stop hiding from it.”  

I gasped again when the wind moved up, playing with my hair then over my throat. “But it can be cruel, painful…” His words were soft in my ear before ice shards were pelted against my skin. Bright red patches formed where the hail landed, sending stinging pain through my skin. I shuddered after, whimpering and freezing.

“Do you want to feel more?” 

My eyes opened to look at him, a swirl of snow and ice in wind, no face, yet haunting eyes that watched me. I could feel his amusement more than see it. Slowly, I nodded. “Show me.”

“I will show you all that I am, so you may see. May show your people. May believe and know. You may beg me to stop, and I shall. You may ask for more and you shall receive it.”

I nodded. A hand made of snow touched my stomach, laid flat against my skin, melting against my heat. Water droplets fell onto my thighs, making the fabric darken. Slowly his hand slid lower, cold fingers sneaking below the fabric and sliding into my depths. The burning coldness made me shudder, buck against me as his fingers explored, mixing his water with my wetness.

A moan fell from my lips. “More,” I whispered to the frozen air. His fingers pressed against my sensitive nub of skin, rubbing it slowly, swirling ice around it as I cried out. The creature pulled his hand away, grabbing the fabric that covered my legs and tearing it apart in one move. My bare skin glistened with moisture.

Ice pellets whipped my stomach, then my thighs, over my mound, and then across my breasts, over and over again. I jumped, the stinging pain causing me to cry out. Panting, I paused, taking in a frozen breath before nodding. “More,” I said to the wind.

He complied. Sending another wave of pain over my body, cold and burning all at once. A hand caressed my thigh as I moaned and whimpered while the hail whipped my skin. Another hand manifested on my other leg. They both crawled downward, leaving a trail of icy wetness before settling on my ankles. My legs were pulled apart before the hands fused to the wall.

“How does it feel? To submit to winter? To feel the sting of hail and come to crave it?” 

I lifted my head, seeing nothing but a wet winter storm around me. The snow drifted down, landing softly on my skin,  melting slowly until I glistened with his fluids. “I want more,” I finally said. 

A wolf’s face formed of swirling hail and snow, teeth long sharp icicles. They glistened in the low light as it lifted to lick my neck with a tongue of frost. Burning seared my skin and I gave a soft cry. 

Its lips moved in a chuckle. “Will you be ready for more?”

“I am. Please. Show me.”

The wolf’s head lowered, lapping at my breasts, sharp teeth pinching the skin in its jaw. Tiny pinpricks of blood mixed with the water and leaked over my breast down my stomach. The teeth pinched my nipple, pulling hard, neatly piercing the skin. A scream came from my lips, drowned in the snowstorm within.

Its teeth released, letting the nipple go. I shuddered before he bit down on my other breast, compressing the flesh between his jaws. Pain shot through me, sending my head back as tears streamed down my cheeks of their own accord. The ice burned as much as the pinching did before he pulled his head back and with a tongue of ice lapped at the bite marks, getting bits of blood on the wolf’s muzzle.

The tongue lolled, lapping at each nipple, stinging and taunting, the ice cooling the pain with new burning sensations. My skin numbed gently, so exposed to the cold, that only pleasure began to come from each touch. A louder moan escaped me, then louder as the wolf’s tongue explored lower, pushing its icy muzzle between my thighs.

“More,” I cried out, body shuddering as his tongue licked, teeth nipping playfully, pinching the sensitive nub. My hips bucked, grinding myself into the snow and ice. “More. Please.” I was so close to releasing, moans escaping my body in heightened pitches.

It stopped, leaving my body exposed to the cold as the wind and snow died. I shuddered and cried out, frustration and hunger overtaking my senses. “The winter can be kind, or it can starve you.”

He grinned as his large humanoid body formed again, naked and before me. The ice holding me in place shattered. I slid to the cave floor, tatters of clothing clinging to my skin before I looked up at him. He squatted down to look at my eyes.

“Do you want more?”

I leaned my head back against the ice. “I do. Winter can starve. But it is filled with beauty and hope. It is a time of survival. And coming together for warmth.”

He smirked and grabbed my hair, pulling me up with him. With strange ease he took my wrists and pulled them above my head, attaching me to a long icicle, thick and dangerous, above my head. In an instant, he was gone, and all around me swarmed fierce ice and snowstorm.

It hit my body from every angle, making my skin pink and cold. The wind slammed against my body, burning the skin and awakening it. Cries and moans escaped my lips as the winter beat me, the ice leaving small cuts and bruises with their force. He chuckled, slowing the storm as I caught my breath.

Then returned its force, disorienting me until only the whiteness of snow around me endured and I wondered if I had ever seen him at all. After a small eternity in the storm, it slowed, drifting snowflakes swirly around playfully. Each one that landed on my skin was a soft caress, almost sweet and gentle.

A hand gripped my hip and I opened my eyes, snow in my eyelashes. His eyes looked into mine. “You are a survivor, if stupid.” 

“Thank you?” I said, trying to laugh but whimpering instead.

“Are you ready for one last taste? To become one? To feel winter’s soul?”

I swallowed, then nodded.

The creature grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, sliding himself against my opening. I gasped, feeling the sting of ice and his length, harder than anything I had felt before. “Are you sure?” he whispered, mouth against my ear.

“Yes,” I whimpered, arching my back to rub myself along him. 

He groaned, then thrust forward. His length slid inside me, frozen and rigid. There was no warmth or pliability, he was hard and unbending. I gasped, moaning in pleasure and discomfort at the frozen hardness within my depths. 

A groan escaped my lips as the freezing slipped out of me, and then in again, pounding hard. Pain meet his strokes, he was so firm that my body ached from his thrust. Yet he moved deeper, stretching my body to meet his shape and needs as I dangled from the ice above. 

The creature began to build a rhythm, his grunts and growls somewhere between the sound of the wild wind and that of a giant man. They melded with my delirious sounds of delight, eaten by the thundering of a winter storm all around us. Ice pelted my body, building in intensity as he slid inside me faster and harder.

Wave after wave of cold pleasure rippled through me until I cried out, tensing around his length. His fingers held my hips tight, one arm holding my leg up as he thrust home and screamed with me, releasing snow and ice within. Water dripped out, sliding down his body to the floor below.

The giant released my arms, holding my bruised body against his chest before lying me on the floor. Warmth greeted my body as the wind swirled against me, covering my flesh with the soft fabric of winter clothing, furs, and thick wools. Soft snow drifted down from the ceiling as I stood.

The wolf plodded near the mouth of the cave, half his body just wind and ice. “Jotunn,” I finally said as I approached. “Frost and snow jotunn.”  

If a wolf could grin, he would have. 

I stood beside him, body trembling from its endurance before I looked at the woods. “I will tell them to leave. That nature cannot be tamed, but that it can be embraced.”

 

Deep One

Inky water lapped against the coast, nipping at the feet of the villagers who walked its banks. They stayed far from the sea’s edge but seemed pulled towards it,  lulled by the sweet sounds of its sweet promises before they felt the cool wetness against their skin and shook themselves from their reverie. A moment later they stumbled away, a startled animal narrowly avoiding the trap.

I watched from inside an abandoned home. The smell of dead fish and mold filled my nostrils. No matter where I wandered in the sea-shanty town, everything smelled like rotting fish and lies. I had stayed because of the lies, but the smell was nearly enough to drive me away. 

Three nights I had watched a handful of the villagers lurk near the shore. There were too many houses and not nearly enough people. Yet when I asked where everyone was, an eerie silence greeted me before the water frightened people answered that their families were away fishing. Even as the words slipped past their lips, panic widened their eyes and fear trembled their hands.

The only common place every person in the shantytown avoided was the water. There wasn’t a fish or fisher amongst them, yet they lived on the water. The stain of a town had never become a thriving port. Yet they gardened as though the sea salt didn’t poison the earth and hunted as though the smell of them didn’t drive life away. 

By the end of the fourth day, watching them make their way about town but never touching the sea, I knew that something beneath the murky water haunted them. At night, I heard strange cries and the odd scream, though my explorations had proven fruitless. Whatever lived in the water came at night, as most of the creatures oof thee world did.

As night crawled over the sky, snuffing out the sun to birth the stars, I stepped from the half-sunken home and began to walk down to the water’s edge. Nothing stirred in the village at night, save the water. My boots hit the edge, stepping into the stone-covered shore as the water kissed the leather.

“Whatcha doin’?” Her voice cracked at me. The woman glared from her home, a bucket of peels in her hands. 

“Seeing if it’s cold,” I replied evenly. My eyes took note of the peeling knife in her hand before I  looked back at the water.

She took several steps towards me but didn’t dare step onto the shore. “You best come away from there.”

“Why’s that, then?” Slowly I turned and looked at her, turning my body to face her. 

Her lips pursed. 

“Fear is powerful, friend. It keeps us silent, it lets things tarry too long, and it often hurts those who don’t deserve it.” My words were spoken softly as I watched her studying me. “Tell me what’s in the water. I can help.”

She paused as though to speak, mouth opening and then closing before she shook her head and waved her hand. “Fie. It’s what they leave behind. It’s what they…” Another long pause stretched between us. “What they breed.”

Her dark eyes trailed down to my stomach as though I would ripen at that moment. I tried not to sigh and shook my head. “Different than human isn’t evil. Neither is mixed with humans. You ought to be ashamed of those words.”

“What would you know about it?” She spat on the ground in anger.

I looked at her, letting the light catch my eyes so they glimmered a frightening gold, ignited with unseen fire. Like every other mortal, she stepped backward, flinching. Humans always flinched. 

“Sea take you.” The door slammed behind her.

I lowered myself down, squatting by the inky wet surface and smelling the strangely sulfuric scent that lingered on the water’s edge. Beneath its mirrored top something lurked, shadowed movements that bespoke of something large. I raised a brow and stood, walking along the rocky shoreline.

In the middle of the village’s shore was a rocky walkway that led out to a point within the sea. There was no doubt to me that in an ancient time, in one of the many lives before, this had been a place of worship. Whatever haunted the waters had once been summoned there.

My fingers pulled a thin silver chain from my pocket as I followed the rocks outward in the murky depths. Just beneath the surface, something stirred, too dark for me to discern. With a flick of my wrist, I tossed the silver into the water. It plopped into the sea, then vanished. 

A moment later it landed at my feet again, the silver charm making a tinkling sound. With a shrug, I bent down and collected the jewelry. Something large splashed nearby, pulling my eyes to the right. Another splash echoed to the left of me. My body tensed as I stayed crouched down, ass though whatever hunted here wouldn’t see me in the dark.

Wet webbed hands grabbed my shoulders from behind me. I didn’t resist, instead, let them pull me to my feet. A strange garbled language from three eras ago feel from rubbery lips pressed against my hair and neck. Their hands were strong, and the smell of sea life intensified.

Another appeared before from the shadows of the sea. Their aquatic features, large unblinking eyes, grey-green scaly skin, dorsal fin, and gills told me all I needed to know in a moment. The Deep One stared at me, speaking a language long since dead and known by very few still alive. 

I stared back, hands open and empty, as the one behind me held me against their body. Sharp teeth glinted in their mouths as they spoke to each other, guttural sounds accompanying the language. I picked up a word here or there, something akin to sacrifice and offering. Words that transcended a few languages at once.

Slowly I took a slight step forward and looked between them. “The people are afraid of you. Of stories, I think.” I spoke in their language as best I could. “That you try to mate with them.”

A low grumbling laugh escaped one of them. He approached me, hand offered. It was human and wasn’t at the same time. Five fingers, all scaled and webbed, with the strange fish-like skin rather than human. I looked into his eyes to seek something human and saw understanding and curiosity.

My fingers slid into his as I raised one hand to slowly touch his face. He stilled, shocked yet curious, as I caressed the lines and scars he had gained over the years. “Is it true?” I asked him. 

His head tilted. 

“That you mated with them.” I nodded to his groin and tapped my own stomach. 

The other one moved behind me, fingers moving into my long hair to pull my head back so his wet lips could taste my exposed neck. “Seek?” he grumbled against me. I felt something hard and eager push against me from behind and hoped for a minute the woman from the shore was still watching.

A smirk touched my lips as I gave a nod. Their stillness changed to eager activity. The fingers in my hair didn’t leave, but rather, kept me still as he pulled me back against his slick and wet chest. His companion’s hands wandered over the heavy clothes of my chest and torso, before finding a hole and ripping.

The material shredded beneath his hands, exposing the skin of my stomach to the icy air. Nails flicked over my skin, leaving bright red claw marks as the creature moved upwards, ripping the shirt ass he went. The soft fabric hung on my arms, exposing my breasts to the air. 

A hand closed around my throat, firm without suffocating, holding me still. Webbed hands moved over my breasts, clawing each one before loudly slapping them, making the pale flesh red. I cried out, which made the hand at my throat grow tighter. 

Two hands slid down my stomach, looking and prodding, exploring until they got to the hem off my pants. Fabric tore again, scraps of it being slashed with eager claws that nicked the skin below. I gasped as new gashes appeared in my skin, shredding the fabric until it puddled at my ankles. 

My exposed skin ached from the cold, hardening nipples and making each wet touch they gave electrify my flesh. I whimpered as their strange rubbery mouths gummed at my shoulder and breasts, tasting me, small sharp teeth raking the skin and leaving pinprick bite marks as they went. 

One knelt before me, biting the inside of my thigh hard enough I cried out. My fingers ran over his head, feeling the hard bones just beneath the skin and caressing the soft gills that hissed and wheezed as his mouth suckled the blood. Claws gripped my hips, digging in as he smelled my opening before closing his gaping maw around it.  

His gills fanned as he sucked hard and steady, not breaking for air as a human lover would. I shuddered against his companion who held me aloft, keeping me steady as I bucked and moaned. His one hand held my throat, ever firm, while the other ran over my shoulder almost tenderly, down my back and to the slope of my behind where his meat rested against me. 

I cried out again as another wave of delight ripped through my body. The Deep Ones spoke to each other as I leaned against the one behind me, body quaking as I panted. With strange ease, I was picked up and carried to the water’s edge. The one jumped in, disappearing beneath the surface before I was tossed in after.

Beneath the water only darkness awaited. Hands grabbed my hips and thighs, holding me steady beneath the waves. I reached out, caressing the face of the Deep One in front of me.  My lips kissed his, tongue tasting the aquarian flesh. 

His claws dug into my hips and pulled me against him, angling his hips as we floated in the water to meet my opening. The tip of him pressed against me, teasing to slip inside. Great unblinking eyes stared at me, waiting, even as his nails held my body perfectly so he could enter me.

I nodded, kissing his strange mouth again as his hips thrust. Bony ridges and soft curves plunged inside of me instantly. Bubbles floated from my mouth as I cried out in the water. He thrust, again and again, pushing my body down on top of his own with his powerful limbs. My legs wrapped around him, helping hold my body to his own as we moved together. 

My head broke the surface of the water just long enough to gasp for air before he pulled me back under. We floated together in the dark sea, slammed into each other with fervor. The creature bit into my shoulder, leaving bright red bloody wounds as he shuddered and twitched within me.

Hot seed spilled deep in my body, invading and seeking. Slowly he released me, letting me float in the water along, body vibrating with pleasure. I kicked to the surface, breathing in the air as a hand closed on my ankle and pulled me back down.

The Deep One slammed into me, pushing me against the rocky surface, pinning me face down. My fingers pushed against the rock but could only slip. Lips teased my neck and shoulder, tasting the blood his friend had left earlier. I whimpered against him, pressing back into him.

His hips adjusted and he slid inside me, mingling with the seed left there from moments ago. The Deep One’s body was bigger than his companion’s, and he slammed within, making a snarling sound in my ear as he worked our bodies. 

I shifted, pushing against the rock to turn so I could see him. He held my throat, thrusting harder and harder as pain mixed with pleasure and I clung to his hand, crying out with each eager lunge into my body. He snarled again, then stopped, holding himself within me as he released. 

My body shuddered and my lungs burned as he released me, letting me kick to the surface. I broke the water, gasping for air as a wave pushed me back against the rocks. Slowly I climbed from the cold depths to lay no thee sharp rocks, seed, and hunger burning within me.

I lifted my head to look at the water, only to see dozens of them bobbing, unblinking eyes staring at me from the darkness. Each of them began to slowly come towards me, making their way to the rocky outcropping I lay on. Around me, I could hear the sounds of splashing, of creatures arriving from the darkened water, bodies eager to breed me.

Webbing hands closed on my ankles. I looked down at the Deep One, a new word babbled from his mouth. “Mother,” he said again. His hands pulled, bringing me to the edge of the stone, legs in the water. “Come, Mother.”

Hands stroked me everywhere, leaving my skin lined with claw marks. All of them watched, waiting, hoping. I nodded. “Mother.”

With one tug he pulled me back into the dark water, to the darkness below, where their clan and eagerness waited.