Revenant

 

He knelt in the wet grass, water and mud staining his trousers. Bulging eyes burrowed into me with irritation and fury. He was barely managing to balance, hands bound behind his back, torso wiggling in the air, teetering on the edge of balance and incapacity. Any moment he could fall and be rendered even more helpless, if that were possible.

“Harlot!” he spat at me, spray flying off of his lips. 

“Mhm,” I replied, sitting on a felled log nearby. We were outside of the town he owned whose windows were boarded up and whose lights were doused. Fear lived and breathed in the village. 

“You fucking stupid whore. Release me!” 

“Or what?” I turned my head and looked over at him for the first time in a while. 

He sputtered, fury in his red face. “I’ll… I’ll…”

I inhaled sharply, frustrating growing. “Have your buddies take care of it?”

“What… How did you…”

Our eyes met and he flinched from my inhuman stare. 

“Is that why?”

“Yes. That’s why I married you.”

“You knew?” He looked as though he would be sick.

“You’re a worthless little man playing power games and it got two people killed. Every minute I spent with you was to lead you here. Do you understand that? You’re that incapable. Fooled by a woman.” I stood up and pulled his hair so he looked up at me. “And you’ll die embarrassed by it all.”

He spit before I could turn his face away. I flicked the wetness off of my cheek and let his hair go. A soft chuckle escaped my lips and I turned away, walking back to my perch. 

“Was it worth it? Was killing her worth it? Worth all the deaths of your friends? Your town’s fear?”

“She was nothing.”

I couldn’t help but curl my lip. “And now you are nothing.”

“Is that what you are? Some harpy bent on righting the wrongs of useless whores?”

A bitter laugh came from my lips and was swallowed by the dark. “Close.”

His eyes widened. “Fu-fury?”

I smirked and said nothing. He didn’t need to know the truth.

Around us, the crickets grew suddenly quiet and the owls stopped swopping in the moonless night. The swaying wind seemed to disappear, hiding from whatever lurked in the darkness. I lifted the lantern from the ground just enough to see the edge of the treeline where the cemetery laid just beyond. 

I smelled him before I saw him. The putrescent stink of decaying body invaded the air, making my throat tighten. I opened my mouth to breathe through my teeth and heard the man gagging behind me. 

“He’s coming! We must away! Let me up!”

The muddy earth squished beneath his knees and he grunted, struggling to find a way upward. The rope binding his wrists to his ankles tightened with each fraught tug until he whimpered in understanding. I would’ve smiled if I hadn’t been focused on what rose from the cemetery just beyond sight. 

Moments after the smell came the first sounds of the creature. A faint squishing as organs and bloated flesh squelched with each forward step. Blood and fluid glinted on the exposed stomach of the once man. Maggots ate away at the decaying flesh, now and then falling to the ground only to be squashed underfoot. Thick-fingered hands were splayed open at his sides as his swollen eyes caught sight of the man behind me.

The being released a gargling sound that I assumed was laughter. Blue lips pulled back into a hateful sneer. One finger rose, pointing at the bound man.

“You,” he growled. “You are the one who has brought hell down. Hell’s will.” He flexed his hands and then curled them into fists. “My hands.”

“Wait!” the man screamed behind me. 

The revenant grinned but didn’t pause. Despite his decay he was a fierce emissary of a world beyond with the hunger for revenge etched into his swollen features. Once he had been a man, a beautiful man, I wagered, and now suffering brought him the haunted edge of the unnatural. 

“Wait! I have an offering!” the bound man cried again. 

I laughed, tearing my gaze away from the undead emissary to the whimpering creature I had captured. 

“Oh yes,” the revenant spoke. His voice was the echo of a thousand suffering souls, enflamed by the unholy powers of demons. “What will you offer, Ozim? Your wealth? Your home? Your town?” The being gestured towards the village, a knowing smile on his lips. “How far will you go to survive?”

Ozim puffed, panicked breaths coming from his lips. “Arenol. Please. This is…” his eyes darted to me. “My wife.”

The man turned, grey-blue unhealthy eyes settling on me. “Your wife? You were unwed but when last I drew breath.” He stood, gazing at me.

“Take her. A wife for a wife.”

I tilted my head, brows raised at Ozim. 

Arenol, or what was left of him, looked down at his bound focus. “Then how did you end up here, Ozim? Bound and offered? Should not you have brought your woman this way?”

My lips pursed to repress a smile. “I offer Ozim to you. To do as you will. Preferably slowly.”

The revenant looked back to me again, his strange gaze transfixing. “Did he tell you what he did? Did you marry him knowing who he is?”

“He didn’t. But I did.”

His eyes narrowed and he moved towards me, closing the distance with frightening speed. I could feel the power radiating off of his living corpse. A hand rose, nearly touching my face but hovering just beyond against the roundness of my cheek. “Explain yourself.”

“I know what he did. I know what he covets.” I turned my face to look at him, letting his fingertips brush my skin. They were wet with decay and smelled of liquifying human remains.

“He covets?”

My eyes met his. “Our marriage is passionless, despite his efforts. I know what he did to Karie.”

The revenant watched my eyes, waiting for me to flinch. “You offer me your body and your husband’s?”

“I want him to watch and know that he is going to die while you take me.” 

Heat rose in me and I shivered at his closeness. 

A hint of a smile touched his lips. He moved his hand from my cheek to my throat, thumb caressing the flesh. Swollen lips pressed against the skin, tasting me. A fat tongue played over the pulse and sent chills down my spine. I gave a soft whimper of lust and he moved a hand to pull me against his body roughly.

“Is this true, Ozim? Does your woman deny you?”

The man blustered, swearing beneath his breath. 

Arenol chuckled into my hair and moved behind me. I set the lantern down between us and the kneeling witness. A hand slid down my back, nails jagged and bloody from crawling out of a coffin, and tugged at the dress I wore, pulling it ever upward. 

“Watch, Ozim. Even in death I am twice the man you are.”

Fat fingers slid along my inner thigh, moving ever higher. They tickled the lips of my entrance, teasing and dancing, sending electric impulses through my body. I gasped as the cold digits slid inward, testing the wetness that was there. “Your woman is eager, Ozim. Wet with lust.”

The fingers slid out and moved around to my lips, coating my chin as I pulled the fingers into my mouth, carefully to only lap at them for fear the meat would come off. He groaned behind me, pressing hips against my entrance. I could feel the swollen length within him, hardening despite his decay. A moan slid from his lips, maggots falling with it to land upon my back and then to the earth below.

Ozim stared, transfixed and red in frustration. His hands worked at the knots, ignoring that they grew ever tighter. Curses flew from his lips, his chin covered in drool, while he became unable to tear his gaze away. 

Arenol’s fingers moved from my lips and downward, pulling up the dress so that it moved over my head and came to rest on the log. My nakedness made the revenant groan, hands roaming over my stomach and breasts, cupping and groping as Ozim watched. I felt the undead’s smile as he leaned me back against him, face half concealed by my wild hair.

“I see you want her, Ozim,” he chuckled. The man’s breeches tensed with his own need, a slight bulge revealing his ensnared body. 

“How would you take it? As you did my wife? By force? On her back? Screaming for you to stop?”

I slid a hand behind me, caressing the creature’s stomach, fingers trailing over the bloody wound that still oozed and festered from where he had been killed. The hand slid lower, traversing down to where he had become engorged. He hissed in relief, eyes sliding shut as he pressed forward into my hand. 

“You see how she craves it, Ozim? Your own wife. If only you could satisfy her.”

I turned, eyes looking in the revenant’s before I kissed the decaying flesh of his throat, tongue sliding over the wet and blackened flesh before trailing downward. He tasted of rot and dirt, a combination foul and festering. I swallowed back my urge to gag and focused on exploring his chest, once hardened muscles writhing with insects and larva. 

My body knelt as I went down until I pulled the tip of his length into my mouth. Fingers wound into my hair, guiding me gently along his hardness so that he controlled my movement and yet let me explore at will. I swallowed him, pulling all I could into my throat and gagging as the taste filled my senses. He groaned, hips thrusting forward to push just a bit deeper. 

I gasped for air as he pulled back, only to have him slide inward again. Each thrust was power and mastery, claiming my mouth as his own. Writhing bugs fell down atop me from his body as he gazed down at me, only to turn his head and look at Ozim, triumphant smirk on his face. 

“Has she ever knelt for you? Supplicated to you? Were you so disgusting she could not bring herself to touch you?” 

His pumping grew faster, filling my senses with his body before he gently released my hair. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered. A hand touched my chin, guiding me upward to stand beside him. He turned me so that I faced Ozim again. “Tell him.”

I spit out a maggot that had fallen from my lover and smirked, looking at the expression of revulsion that came over Ozim’s face. “I want you to fuck me, Arenol. Like my husband could never do. Fill me with your seed. Make me scream and beg for more. Be the man I need.”

Ozim flushed, embarrassment and shame rising to the surface. 

“Fucking whore,” he spat. 

The revenant grabbed one of my shoulders, holding me steady as he thrust upward, suddenly pushing inside of me, swollen and engorged length filling me. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips, body tensing in response to his sudden presence.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Fuck me. Please.” 

There was no hesitation as the undead man did as I demanded and begged. He slid inside, pounding into me with a fervor I had not felt in any living mortal. The powerful hips banged against me, the decaying meat within somehow still as hard as a rock and igniting my body with need and ecstasy.

Our bodies rocked together, my hips moving back to meet his every stroke. His groans began to join my chorus of moans as we lit up the world around us with arousal. Ozim whimpered from his kneeling position, twitching as he tried to release himself. The bulge in his trousers grew, hot and hard and unable to be tended.

“I love how you fuck me.” I cried out, half speaking half whimpering as he masterfully moved within me. Pressure rose with each thrust and pushed into my body, filling me as he did, until I found it erupting and flowing, sending spasms through my body as I released upon his length. 

The revenant held me, body still slamming into me as I trembled and cried in his arms. His fingers gripped me, leaving bruises where none had been, as he cried out. The undead’s hips stilled as his body shuddered and he spilled within, groaning softly once his speed began to drip from my entrance. 

Our lips met, a kiss filled with decay and dead skin and wriggling maggots.  I opened my mouth to him, tasting him fully as he slowly slid from my depths. Gently we parted, eyes looking into each other until we turned in unison to our captive witness. 

Arenol kissed my forehead. “Are you satisfied now?” 

“I am,” I murmured. “Thank you.”

“May I make you a widow?” His fingers touched my chin, turning my gaze to his.

I nodded. 

The revenant stepped away from me as new screams of agony filled the forest, replacing the ecstatic song we had composed just moments ago.

Hunting Horror

 

Rope burned the skin of my wrists with each movement I made. I hung, naked and exposed, in the dying sunlight of the ancient cave. Chanting whispered around me and slid over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The hooded figures formed a circle and spoke a language I couldn’t understand. I felt their eyes on me and though I knew what they were doing, I couldn’t comprehend what lie beneath.

A human-sized hole sat beneath my dangling feet, opening into the darkness below. All around the entrance were scratch marks and blood. People had fought to avoid going into the deep dark that lurked beneath the floor the cultists stood upon. I turned my head, wincing at the pain that shot through my shoulders. Every person’s face was concealed, hidden from view. I wondered if they feared revenge.

The words grew louder and consumed the cave, bouncing from every surface and setting my ears to ringing. There was a preternatural power that hummed in the words and my ears ached with each whispered syllable. A whimper escaped my lips and I winced, biting my bottom lip to try to distract from the pain throbbing in my mind. 

The pain ensorcelled my mind, pushing against it and beating, trying to break what will I had remaining. It overwhelmed my pulse and my skin ached from its constant thudding presence. My bones seemed to tremble, the pressure building on my body that sent cries tumbling from my lips. Everything hurt in ways no words could describe. All I could focus on was the suffering. Long gone were the voices. Only the pain remained.

When I could take no more and swore I felt blood slowly ooze from my ears, I cried out, a scream that broke the constant unending sea of words and echoed through the stone. It stopped the chanting and I panted in relief, tears slipping down my cheeks from the mind numbing anguish I had felt just moments before. 

“There you go,” the cultist whispered. I felt their smile more than saw it. My eyes couldn’t focus on anything. A hand touched my cheek, caressing the skin. “I will remember you.”

“Wh-”

My voice was cut off as the rope was severed. I dropped through the hole, disappearing into the great darkness. My feet hit the wet cave floor and I fell to my knees. I breathed in quick pants, blinking my eyes several times to try to focus on what I could see. 

Sunlight poured down from the small hole above me. Yet everywhere I looked seemed to be alive with writhing shadows and darkness. My brows furrowed as I stared, eyes narrowed, trying to make out whatever was moving beyond the edge of the sunlight. 

“Hello?” I called. Now and then I would see a glimmer of a face or eyes, but it would fade just as soon as I had seen it. My mind still pounded and I wondered if it was just the residual pain of a spell.

An eerie silence hung in the air, heavy as my aching body. I couldn’t hear the cultists above or anything moving in the cave around me. I tugged on the rope holding my wrists together, testing the bondage for ways to break free. When none could be found, I raised my hands to my eyes, shadowing them from the streaming light so that I could peer into the darkness beyond.

I would have been better not to know. The thing that lurked on the edges of reality shifted in and out of my sight. At times there were eyes, a great serpentine body, a haunting face of chaos, and large rubbery wings that were unnaturally large and impossible to hold in the space of the cave. Long tendrils moved in and out of its snake body, writhing in the dark, long hooks with sharp claws on the end of each appendage. 

A gasp escaped my lips and I let my hands fall away. With the sunlight coursing down, it dared not come closer. My heart began to race as I glanced up, peering at the hooded faces that watched the hole, waiting for whatever was meant to happen to me. 

“What? Too cowardly to kill me yourselves?” I grumbled as they watched. My legs were too numb to stand and my body too sore from hanging to manage to try to run away. Hanging stretched the shoulders, compressed other parts… I wouldn’t be well soon enough.

The light changed from yellow to orange as the sun began to set outside. It dimmed, narrowing around me as I sat helpless against it. The scratch marks above told me people had tried to climb out, and would have made it if it hadn’t been for the cultists above. 

With each disappearing bit of light, the being in the dark moved closer. Hooked claws were barely visible on the edge of the light. It grew closer and closer, touching the skin of my shins and leaving long scratch marks. I gasped, pulling my legs in tighter, even as the last of the light began to fade. 

The darkness stilled around me as the few bits of daylight died, glittering out of existence and leaving a soft glow that provided no true light. Dusk streamed into the cave from above, barely enough light to see by. The hooded figures leaned inward, suddenly eager to watch the thing that lurked in the hole below them.

My eyes slowly looked from above me to around me. I sucked in a breath, feeling the beast edge closer though I could only barely see it in the faint light. “Be inside me,” I whispered, not loud enough for the cultists to hear. “Come into me. We will leave this place together.”

The creature stilled, face suddenly right in front of my own with but an inch separating us. It was smiling, broad and terrifying, before the face shifted and became the visage of a demon and then that of a hungry snake. My hand trembled as it rose, slowly, to touch the face as the cultist had touched my own. 

“Let us be one.”

A flurry of movement clouded my vision as the face bled into another and then another. The tendrils of its body whipped outward, hooks latching themselves into my skin along my arms, torso, and legs. It pulled me upward, holding me aloft by my skin. Blood dripped out from each wound until a puddle began to form on the ground beneath me.

The cultists laughed, gasping and smirking, both entranced and terrified. A series of whimpering cries escaped my lips, mouth opening to scream only to have the beast lunge forward and slide itself inward. My mouth was full and the thing continued further, pushing down my throat and into my body, pumping every forward as it consumed me.

The serpentine body shimmered and twisted in the dark before the hooks pulled my legs apart, exposing my center to its hunger. My eyes slid closed, tears falling from the pain and gagging pressure of the thing in my throat. Cold electric tendrils caressed my inner thigh, testing the flesh before exploring upward. 

A shudder of strange pleasure ran through me at the faintest of the creature’s caress. I released a moan that vibrated along its impossible skin deep in my throat. That vibration traveled through it, was consumed, and then shivered along the sensitive skin of my opening where its tail played. Great bat-like wings that glistened hung above us, attached to something unreal and beyond human perception into another world that the beast came from.

The tail pushed inward, sliding into my entrance and splitting me open with its force. It drove upward, invading without regard for my body. Pain filled my senses along with the haunting pleasure of its energy within my core. My body trembled and shuddered, overwhelmed by the being that began to push into me, pumping me from both ends and bringing cries of divine pleasure and agony from my lips.

Blood and wetness coated my thighs. Every hook in my skin held me still, preventing me from moving. There was no way to escape and no end to the creature’s hunger. It ate every cry of pleasure and every scream of fear, adjusting its writhing patterns to elicit both more thoroughly when one waned. 

It pulled me higher in the air until our bodies were against one another entirely. The phasing unreality of its form swept over mine before beginning to move inward, body melding with the flesh of my form. Skin tore open as it moved into reality once more, blood and viscera exposed to the open air. Within me it attacked, teeth ripping into the body that it was easily consuming.

My screams were silenced by its hunger. Even still my hips rocked against its thrusting tail, the pleasure barely registering against the vicious pain. Still, it persisted, moving faster and harder to pull my mind from the terror of our bodies merging to the blossoming pressure of ecstasy. 

The hooks in my arms pulled forward, wrapping my limbs around the beast’s sliding serpentine body. Our skin began to merge, mine fading from existence then coming forward again, grey and shadowy, that of the beast invading me. Where its teeth and claws and hooks penetrated, a growing sense of blossoming rapture began to form and my body shuddered with the enormity of it. My mind screamed against the reality the creature was forming inside of me. Just as the cultists’ chanting had driven me to breaking, now this creature snapped what little sense of identity remained.

A scream of bliss came from our bodies as they entangled and ensnared, coiling around one another. Bones broke and faded, consumed between us. Black nothingness poured from us as light from a sun, skin ripped and was devoured. It was unmaking and making, becoming and unbecoming, death and birth in one rapturous moment.

Then the light was gone and the cultists could see nothing. There was no sound, no pain, no fear… just the bliss of nothing and eternity. My all seeing eyes opened in the dark and with the screams of those who had dared capture me singing of my freedom, I forged my way into the world in blood and death.

Barghest

 

Darkness swallowed the wetlands. Rain poured down from the heavens and made the world glisten in the night. The once well-traveled road sat abandoned, only months old tracks lining the muddy path towards civilization. Here and there goods sat, deserted in the quest for safety. They were the garments of travelers and nobles alike, and often not the things one would easily relinquish.

I sat on an old stump, a smattering of belongings around me. Gold weighed my pocket down. It had been easy to get payment for retrieving the plethora of lost items at the bequest of the locals. Once word had spread I would dare go down the road, they had come and sent their hopes with me. My horse snorted, ears flickering forward to listen to the night around us.

“You’ll be fine,” I said softly. She knickered and then snorted, foot thudding against the muddy earth. She hated the rain.

From the stump I arranged the lost goods, counting their memories as if they were coins. The mare’s ears perked up and she fell silent, staring into the night away from my tiny lantern’s light. Her eyes didn’t close or glance away, instead, she stared, her skin twitching as her senses picked up what humans could not.

Finally, the mare nickered and looked at me, before tossing her mane back and pointing her nose towards the road. 

“Yes. I know.”

Her foot stomped and she did it again. 

“I told you, I know,” I said with a bit of irritation. “We’re not really here for this shit.”

My hand tossed down the contraption I had been trying to fix. Whoever had dropped it hadn’t taken care with its treatment. It was impossible to fix but I knew nobles and their general cruelty whenever life offered obstacles to their pleasure. 

The mare shifted, stepping back from the lantern’s glow, ready to bolt back the way we had come. I finally stood, grabbing hold of her reigns and patting her neck. “Do not be afraid, girl. Everything and everyone is afraid of it. And so it’s lonely.”

An eerie, soul-shattering howl broke the night and echoed around the wooded road, sending chills through my bones. A shaky breath escaped me as I steeled myself against the tales of woe and despair that followed that howl. My horse shuddered beside me, skin twitching as she tried to stay with me, instinct fighting training. 

I grabbed the sorted bags from the ground and added them to her saddlebags. She stared into the night, endlessly watching down the road. I heard the beast’s panting breaths and knew she heard it far before I did. Another twitch went through her body while I pulled the reigns from her, releasing her from the tack. 

“Go. I know you want to. Head back to the village.”

She turned her head, looking at me. I patted her neck and then pushed on her face, urging her to turn around. The horse obeyed, paused, and glanced back at me. She cared for me more than any mortal did. I gave her rump a light slap and sent her trotting down the path.

I watched her go, grimace on my lips. 

A low, deep growl echoed behind me, crawling over my skin and striking fear into my core. I swallowed, contemplating turning to glance at the beast that was behind me. My instincts told me to run. 

“Hello,” I said, exhaling the tension in my body. 

Silence replied. 

I pursed my lips, turning to face whatever lurked in the night. Nothing was there. The darkness looked back at me, empty, though I knew it lied. 

The growl hissed from the woods, drawing my eyes away from the road and into the trees. I plucked the lantern from the ground and took a few steps forward. 

“Why don’t you come out so that I can see you? When’s the last time someone didn’t run from you?”

The growl stopped. I glanced between the trees, stopping a few feet short of them. Slowly I squatted down, setting the lantern on the muddy earth. Another piercing howl split the night and sent shivers down my back, raising gooseflesh on my arms. My brows furrowed at my body’s response and I shifted, showing my empty hands to the woods.

“Come here,” I beckoned, motioning with my hands for the lonesome creature to venture closer.

“I won’t hurt you. I didn’t come here to kill you.”

The night shifted in the dark, a black on a blacker black, as the thing moved through the shadows. He sniffed the air, snout short in his thick broad head. He stood as tall as a pony, broader, and body built for war. Shadows dripped off of him as the night moved in and out of his being, infusing him with all that the night was: death and discovery, mystery and magic.

His great paws padded invisibly on the earth, leaving behind no tracks with each step. I watched carefully as he approached, fiery-red eyes the color of blood that glowed with his own power. I wondered if those eyes could truly see the future or if he simply was an omen of death because of the inherent fear of all things dark in this world.

I reached a hand out but dared not come closer. The giant dog stopped, sniffed the air, and perked his floppy ears. 

“Well hello,” I said softly. “You know, from what I know of beasts like you, you howl because you are lonely. Seeking another. Pack animals that are alone are always unsettled.”

The barghest huffed, blowing air out of his lips and bowed his head, eyes the sudden likeness of any sad dog I had seen before. Yet the power of him oozed out, chilling the air that surrounded him. The rain that hit his skin sizzled and hissed before dripping through him onto the earth below. 

His head moved forward, tip of the cold wet nose nuzzling my hand. The beast paused, holding still, waiting to see how I responded to the briefest of touches. The black skin stung my hand, prickling the skin as the shadows enveloped it and crawled over the flesh. I wiggled my fingers, touching the ghostly beast in a gentle caress as the wisps flowed over and in me. 

“There,” I whispered. “There you go. Good boy.”

The barghest growled briefly before stepping closer, eyes sliding closed as he leaned into my hand. I smiled, faintly, at the sight of a creature so long without affection. My other hand rose, touching the hound’s ear and gently rubbing. Every touch and caress stung, visions of my own demise riding in my mind as the beast’s powers gently caressed mine.

I knelt, moving closer to the canine and stroking down his back and over the powerful haunches. There was no fur, only the fine wisps of shadow that he was made of. There had been so many stories–a dog, a headless man, a cat, even a rabbit–about what the creature was. Its shadowy nature made its body ever shifting, no doubt transforming him into whatever needs suited him.

Massive teeth jutted out of the mouth, poking out from behind the jowls. Terrifying claws were on each large paw, out of place on the beast’s otherwise canine appearance. They should have dug furrows into the ground below, instead, they rested atop, entirely supernatural. 

I leaned my head against the dog’s, smelling the strange soot and magically scent that hung on his skin. He turned his head, licking at my face and temples, suddenly affection as trust between us grew. 

“What is it you want, hm? What do you seek in these hills?”

My fingers wandered over him. He shifted, leaning into the touch as his licks grew more desperate. No form he could take would ever be one that spoke, though his actions bespoke the keen intelligence he had. His body communicated what his words could not, eyes watching mine to ensure that I met him in his affection. 

With one step he pushed me, forcing me to fall onto my back into the mud beneath him. I opened my mouth to his, kissing the soft flesh of his muzzle and touching the tips of his teeth. He lapped at my face, tongue rolling over mine and leaving behind a shadowy trail of saliva. The intense need of him, the hunger for a pack, pulsed through him and danced through the shadows of my mind.

I slid a hand down his belly and towards the hidden shaft. His hips rocked, immediately meeting my stroke with a sliding, thin tipped length of his species. I whimpered, want growing within me as he stepped back, pulling away from my hand to sniff at my groin, teeth pulling at the fabric that stood in his way. 

Before I could unlatch the belt he bit in, ripping the cloth and pulling it away from my skin. The thick tongue lapped at my center, shadows dancing over the glistening flesh. Rain slid over me, drenching me to the core while the beast explored every crevice of my exposed skin. Moans began to rise from me with each passing lap of his tongue.

I writhed in the mud on the ground, fingers gripping at the shadow figure only to barely be able to touch anything so insubstantial was his body. Instead, I gripped the grass and mud, holding on as the stinging pleasure rose through my body and send howls out of my mouth, mimicking his sounds from earlier that had called me to him.

He pulled back, keeping me from the moment of release. I whimpered, but moved, knowing too well what he craved as much as I did. My body twisted, turning so that I was on all fours beneath the massive canine, body waiting for his inevitable mounting. Great paws wrapped around my hips, dewclaws digging into my skin as he aligned his hips with mine.

A growling and snarling broke the rainy quiet as the beast thrust forward, the engorged length pushing into my slickness with ease. It was thin compared to other four legged beasts but pulsed with the magic of longing and vision, reaching new lengths with each stroke until he pushed against my inner wall sending chills of pleasure through my body.

Visions of all that the barghest had seen or felt moved through me as he did, thrusting in and beyond my wall, ghostly being invading all that I was with each hardening push. Within me, he throbbed and pulsed, wisps of inky darkness pushing into my skin as he rode me. Howls echoed from both of us, becoming less human and more animalistic with each stroke.

The sound of a pack filled the air, of the mated pair finding each other in the night. My hips moved, pushing back to meet the ghost’s strokes. The world around us faded away as the barghest invaded my body, its magic consuming and pulling at bits of my soul, trading it for the visions of death that was the power of his kind. 

We shuddered together, the magic rising in potency and filing me with each passing moment, one prolonged orgasm of release that infiltrated every part of both of us. The barghest howled one last harrowing note before his body tensed and shuddered, the final release filling me entirely with his essence.

I cried out, voice no longer human and entirely like the haunted creature that mounted me. The rain beat down around and through us, the barghest’s knot hardening within and keep him bound to me. Our souls caressed each other, entangled and entrenched, the howling cries fading into the darkness.