Kraken

 The ship rocked in the night breeze. I listened as people spoke quietly, a skeleton crew still awake to keep the boat going. Water lapped at the ship’s planks, spraying mist onto the deck where I stood, letting the wind whip my hair about. Stars glimmered above, guiding the navigator as she stared up at them. 

Beside me, the Captain watched the water, a dark look on his face. Whispers and rumors crowded his mind and dampened the high spirits his crew seemed to have. I moved my hand to touch his shoulder. It broke his reverie and he looked at me.

“We’re too far out,” he finally said.

I grimaced. “They say it’s here. Somewhere.” I made a small gesture to the water.

“And when we find it? What? You’ll ask it to stop sinking ships?”

My lips pursed as I shrugged and dropped my hand from his back. “Something like that. What matters is why it’s attacking your ships.”

He made a disgusted noise and spit into the water. “It’s a demon. A monster bent on destruction.” 

I tilted my head and glanced up at him. “What if I could show you otherwise?”

The captain looked down at me, peering into my eyes with his own. I watched as his mind debated my presence and my words, battling his instinct to fight the unknown rather than explore it. His thoughts changed when his eyes widened and he nearly stepped back. I was impressed he didn’t. 

“Your eyes-”

I looked away from him back to the water. “We all have our secrets, Captain.”

“What are you?”

“I’m the one who can help you and the creature be safe.”

He scoffed. “It’s a monster. Nothing else.”

“They think the same of you.”

The captain blinked, shook his head, and stepped away from me, waving his hand in dismissal.

Around us, the dawn began to arrive, sending golds and pale blues into the sky from the East. My brows furrowed as I looked at the water, which had begun to change from inky black to a moody grey-blue. No birds stirred in the sky, yet the water was alive with fish jumping from its depths.

“Captain-” I began to speak.

“I see it,” he said roughly, returning to my side to watch the fish below. 

Shouts echoed behind us as sailors woke, fishermen first, and began to cast nets into the writhing life. The jumping bodies were pulled onto the deck, as the sailors laughed. Here food was scarce. This would feed their families for days. 

One voice rose above the others as a pale headed woman pointed to the horizon. A sandbank rested, fish swarming about it.

“Isn’t that impossible this far out?”

The captain shrugged and gave a quick order. The sail was pulled upwards, oars hit the water and the boat slowly turned port. As we neared, the fish scrambled, escaping the boat’s path while tarrying near the sandbank.

Then it moved. The water shivered and the sandbank glided forward, towards the boat. More shouts went out from the sailors, blades were pulled. A harpoon appeared in one hand. Fingers pointed. Arrows were nocked. 

“Wait!” I called and stepped away from the railing I had been holding onto. “Don’t! Leave it!” My hand pushed the bowman back and I stepped between the sailors and the edge of the boat. 

“Move, woman,” a sailor barked, her jaw set. 

Something bumped the boat, sending everyone reeling. The Captain grabbed my shoulders as I fell into him, gloved hands stroking my upper arms for a moment. “Be still,” he growled at everyone. 

Whatever had been in the water had disappeared, leaving the sounds of fish breaking the surface to keep us company. Yet everyone listened, as though the sound of water moving would betray whatever had been in the water. 

I paused, taking in the warmth of the man before I stepped slowly towards the railing and gazed below. A great shadow moved beneath the surface, strange and alien, with horns and great arms trailing in the water. A great black eye stared up at me before it dove deep and disappeared.

I swore under my breath and ran to the other side of the boat, but saw nothing. 

“What?” he asked, following me.

“Get one of the boats ready.”

“You can’t go out there. It hit our boat already. It would crush a rowboat.”

“Just do as I say,” I snarled at him and began unfastening the cloak I wore. It was tossed onto the deck as they lowered the little rowboat onto the cold surface. My lips pursed as I climbed over the ship’s railings and into the small fishing boat. My hands gripped an oar and pushed it into the water.

The wood groaned as the captain jumped down in front of me. Hee glared down at me then sat, grabbing the other oar from the bottom. “Leave your cloak,” I said to him, ignoring his angry gaze.

Furious fingers unfastened the fabric before he tossed it up to the sailors. 

“And the sword.”

“No,” he said flatly. 

I reached up and took his oar before he could stop me. “Then get out. No weapons.” 

His eyes narrowed before he reached to grab the oar. I pulled back and kicked his shin, making him fall back into the boat. It swayed dangerously. 

“No sword,” I said again. “Or I’ll tip us right now and we can see how you fare alone in the water.”

The man grimaced then unfastened his belt and handed the weapon upwards. We stared at each other, my strange eyes into his deep brown ones. A moment passed before I tossed him the oar and we pushed away from his ship.

“Do you smell that?” I asked as we wandered away from his home on the water. A strange aroma floated in the air, as though a storm was about to move in, yet the sky was clear.

His nose wrinkled and he nodded.

Within the water, mass groups of fish congregated, knocking against the boat as we oared. I watched them carefully before seeing the swirl in the water ahead. “There,” I said, nodding my head. I leaned over, untying the winter boots and setting them in the little boat.

He watched me. “You can’t go in the water. It’s freezing.”

“I hate wet boots.”

The captain almost smirked but something hit the boat, sending us drifting further into the ocean, spinning in circles. I held to the edge and waited until we stopped before I leaned over to gaze below.

The creature loomed beneath, the great eye watching me once more. I leaned down and reached into the water, feeling its smooth and spongy surface beneath my hand. Its body contracted in response, shuddering against my touch.

“Wh-”

“Touch it,” I said softly. I reached up and pulled him down beside me so he knelt against the edge of the boat. Carefully, I lowered his hand down with my own, entangling our fingers t show him how to caress the beast. 

It quivered again before reached up with one great tentacle to touch our hands in response. The captain startled, pulling back, frightened of the creature’s understanding. The Kraken panicked, jetting deep into the water, leaving inky blackness behind so that we could no longer see it.

“Well done,” I grumbled. 

“It touched me!”

“Yes! And you touched it! As you would any creature!”

“But-” The captain fell silent as our small boat groaned, a great tentacle climbing up and over its wooden side. The wood whined, not made for such a heavyweight. 

I pursed my lips and reached out, stroking the rubbery skin. It wrapped around my arm in an instant, suckers leaving instant marks on the bare flesh exposed. Another tentacle slipped over the edge, sliding around my ankle and upwards. 

Panic showed in the captain’s eyes. “Breathe,” I said softly. “Trust.” I turned my attention back to the tentacle wrapped about my arm and leaned forward, brushing lips against the strange flesh. The tentacle stilled. I let my tongue slip out, tracing long its flesh in small circles. It quivered and moved further up my arm, tip exploring my neck before it slid over my chin to my lips. 

I tilted my head down and welcomed the tip into my mouth, sucking on the very tip of the Kraken’s appendage. The captain watched, enthralled, mouth ajar in disbelief. My eyes flickered to him briefly before I turned back to the tentacle that moved into my mouth, tip exploring my tongue before thrusting deeper into my throat.

An array of tentacles exploded out of the water, sending the captain into his panic as one curled around his leg. His hand reached for a dagger until I grabbed his wrist, unable to speak from the wriggling mass in my mouth, but my eyes said all they needed to.

His hand stilled as the tentacle wound upwards, caressing his inner thigh and over his groin to his stomach. A groan escaped him, fingers gripping the wood so tightly they were pale. 

Suddenly the tentacles consumed us, lifting us up and out of the boat that was pushed away. Above the water we hung, wrapped in the creature’s arms. Great horns rose out of the water framing a vaguely crustacean head and great knowing eyes. 

Its gaze fell on us both, curiosity and delight written in the way it caressed and explored. One tip of a tentacle pushed against my ankle and up the pants I wore, slipping beside my skin until it reached my core. With barely any effort, it pulled back, ripping the fabric open. Cold air hit bare skin, sending a shiver through my body.

Wet rubbery flesh explored the newly revealed skin, pushing over sensitive skin and then into my opening. At first, it hesitated, gently teasing but never moving inward. I moaned on its flesh, nodding my head slightly. One hand reached down, caressing the tentacle’s tip, guiding it inward. 

The invitation was all it needed. Its great length pushed inwards with vigor, thrusting deep within me and further than any man would. I cried out, muffled against the pulsing appendage lodged in my mouth, probing deeper into my body. 

Tentacles moved beneath my shirt, popping the buttons that held it closed until it tore open, erect nipples suddenly shown to the world. Each breast was encircled by the Kraken’s arms, just as each nipple was captured by a sucker, pressure pulling on them in painful and delicious ways. 

I heard a cry and looked to where the captain rested, contained in a mass of the creature’s tentacles, tendrils exploring his body beneath the loose clothing he wore. The sounds of fabric ripping could barely be heard above the man’s moans as a tentacle stroked his length, urging him to hardness. 

His body was covered in small circular marks from the suckers on the Kraken’s tentacles. They swarmed around him, pressuring his body, sucking on nipples, and encircling the heavy orbs at his length’s base, gently squeezing. 

The captain’s body was tense, yet his face was flushed and eager. With each stroke from the tentacle, his hips bucked, rising to meet the Kraken’s attention. Slowly he looked at me, lost between ecstasy and disbelief, his arousal growing as he watched the Kraken pound into my body, eliciting cries from my stuffed mouth.

Another tentacle crept over my back and between my legs, pushing at the puckered opening yet untouched. Gently probing became slipping inside, and then pushing deeper and deeper. Every part of me that could be filled by the beast was at one time. I shuddered and twitched in its grasp, unable to move other than react to the intense pleasure it washed over me. 

My body jerked as the creature pulled me towards the water. The captain cried my name, half screaming half moaning before a tentacle slipped into his mouth. He made muffled noises before sucking on its length, a new experience he became engrossed in. 

Behind him, a tentacle caressed his backside, stroking and exploring his entrance. The captain let another strange moan, one of surrender and delight, as the Kraken moved inside of him, filling him with each pulsing stroke.

My legs hit the water, sending jolts of awareness through me at the freezing temperature. The tentacle slid from my mouth, leaving just the tip to play with my tongue as a great mouth enclosed my inner thighs and groin. A great sucking pulled at the flesh while a sharp beak prodded against the tender nub of skin sending ripples of pleasure through me.

The tentacles slowed their intensity, letting my mind focus on the sensations its beak and mouth offered. My cries grew louder as my body shuddered, tensing and building pressure until I knew I needed to rupture. A scream escaped my mouth as I thrashed against the Kraken, its intense eyes watching my every reaction. 

I sagged in its rubbery arms where it coddled me, its invading tentacles slowing their assault. My eyes barely made sense as I watched the captain be pulled to the water next, his body jerking and thrusting forward as he slipped himself inside the creature’s maw. 

The two moved together, their rampant thrusting making the water crash loudly before the captain reached down, caressing and holding the Kraken against him, pulling its great mouth against his body. Another cry broke the air as the captain jerked and shuddered, his grip tightening on the Kraken before going weak. 

Limp, we hung in the air, bodies entangled with the Kraken’s. Slowly it lowered us into the boat which creaked under its weight. Time seemed to pass as we came to our senses, our naked bodies atop one another while tentacles curled around us, simply caressing and cuddling against our half-naked forms.

The captain stirred first as the midday sun beat down and the sounds of a sailor’s voice stirred him from our reverie. I lifted my head from his thigh, my fingers caressing the flesh of the beast that huddled beneath our boat. Slowly the tentacles lifted, stopping briefly to caress my lips.

I kissed it softly, stroking its length briefly before I shifted to look beneath the water. Its great eye peered at me. The captain leaned down, caressing the Kraken with affectionate strokes. I smirked at him before he too kissed a tentacle and the beast slipped beneath the waves.

The man turned his head, shielding his eyes from the sun, and waved to his ship.

“Well?” I asked, pulling my dry boots back on my feet.

“We’ll protect this part of the water,” he said softly. “You were right. It is more than a monster.”

“Perhaps,” I countered, “It isn’t a monster at all. Perhaps it has the same needs and wants as you. A home, someone to love it, to be safe, to eat in peace.”

The captain looked down at my inhuman eyes and smirked. “Perhaps.”

Poltergeist

 The room was full of stillness. No light penetrated the darkness. Golden sunlight filtered in from the window, revealing the heavy cloth that had been placed over furniture. Stale air smelled of forgotten memories as I walked inside, letting my fingers trail over a heavy drape cloth. Despite the absence of humans, not a speck of dust could be found. 

Every room of the manor had been hastily abandoned. Frightening tails had echoed throughout the town, creating a miasma of haunted rumor that kept travelers far from its doors. The gardens had become wild, growing through the cracked windows and sliding into the once splendid rooms. Yet this room remained untouched, even with the open window that no breeze dared come through.

I dropped my bag to the ground and pulled the drop cloth off an old dresser. The discarded fabric was neatly folded and set into the hall. Hours ticked by as a vanity and a bed and a chest were revealed. One by one I set up the candles, illuminating the room in a warm glow as dusk began to settle. Various instruments were placed between the candles, ready for use.

As night settled into the sky I lay the fresh blankets on the now cleaned bed. It creaked beneath my weight as I sat, fingers brushing over the quilted fabric. Not a sound had come from the house during the day. Now night waited outside the window, and eager anticipation had begun to rise within.

I inhaled and pulled the covers and peeled the night shift off of my body, naked skin glowing in the amber light of flame. As midnight neared, I closed my eyes within the bed, unslept in for generations, and let sleep take me. 

A thunderous sound pulled me from my sleep. The candles had burned down, leaving a faint glow to the room as my eyes searched the darkness. On the ground, one of the stone instruments I had brought rolled to the side, hitting the leg of the dresser. I pursed my lips and stood, feeling a wall of iced air wash over me. 

My breath crystallized in the air as I stepped towards the toy that lay abandoned after falling. Around me the candles flickered, threatening to extinguish. I groped for the shift and pulled it over my skin to guard against the sudden frigid air as I picked the device up and set it back where I had left it. 

It began to glow, a low red light that emanated from its depths, illuminating the black garnet. I looked around for the danger it warned of. Not a sound stirred in the room other than breathing that had begun to increase. “Hello?” I called into the dark. 

In the hall, echoing great footsteps thundered down the hall towards my room. The door was closed, a barrier between myself and the world outside. I turned to walk towards it, only to stop when I heard the footsteps near and end outside the fragile door. 

The knob began to turn, creaking loudly. My breath caught in my throat as I watched it wrench one way then another before stopping. The door shook as something pounded against it and despite myself, I gasped. 

Slowly I stepped forward, swallowing back my newfound fear as I reached for the doorknob and twisted. With sudden speed I pulled the door open, only to find nothing waiting for me. The hallway stood empty, icy air the only thing that greeted me. 

A bang from behind me made me jump. I turned, seeing the glowing red instrument now humming. It spun on the ground before shooting to beneath the bed with a sharp thud.

Every candle flickered and went out, plunging me into darkness. A red glow emanated from beneath the bed, barely illuminating the room. I folded my arms, staring at the bed. Growling breathing whispered beneath it, causing the instrument to pulse with each breath.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as I  pulled in a breath and took a slow step towards the bed. Its breathing grew louder and the air colder. A shiver moved up my spine as I took one more step.

“I won’t hurt you,” I finally managed to say. 

A dark chuckle whispered through the air before stillness took the night again. The breathing was gone. I took one more step until I was near the edge of the bed. Slowly I started to kneel,  my hands resting on the frame. 

The door slammed behind me, clicking as it locked. My head turned, seeing the figure of something within the darkness by the door, its shadowy form lingering. An impossibly long arm of darkness raised as it stared at me, reaching forward. 

I raised a hand to meet it only to feel something icy brush against my knee. My eyes looked down to the glowing instrument that rested beside me. I glanced back up, thee shadow gone. My heart pounded in my chest, thudding in my veins as I slowly looked back down to the instrument that warned of danger.

It glowed brightly, only to start pulsing again when ragged thick breathing escaped from beneath the bed, brushing against my knee with wet air. Every muscle in my body was tight.  

Slowly I leaned down, hands resting on the floor, to look beneath the bed. The breathing stopped and nothing awaited me. Beneath the bed laid various odds and ends, bird bones and stones and dead plants. Faintly I could see the outline of a summoning circle, the sacrifice in the middle an old necklace.

I sighed as fingers ran up my neck and into my hair, attached to someone invisible. “I’m here to help you,” I said softly. “To free you.”  The fingers tightened and pulled upwards, bringing my head back.  

I looked up into darkness, seeing nothing that had hold of me. “Just tell me what you want. I’ll  help you.” 

That angered chuckle whispered beside my face. Claws on wood carved a single letter, then another and another, on the wall beside us. YOU.

I shuddered and nodded. “You can have me. I’m happy to be yours.” 

Another chuckle before I was lifted with an invisible power and thrown onto the bed that creaked heavily. Nails dug into my shoulder and pulled back, shredding the thin shift and leaving long bloody claw marks on my bed. I cried out, fingers digging into the bed as the pain and pleasure of it blossomed on my skin.

Icy breath blew over the back of my neck before teeth sunk into my other shoulder. I reached behind me to feel the spirit and hit cold air but nothing more. Pressure held onto my wrist, leaving instant bruises as it pushed my arm back down to the bed beside my head. Nails raked over my hip, pushing the shift upwards to expose my flesh.

I whimpered and shivered as cold energy pushed against my skin, pulling my legs apart. The entity grabbed my other wrist and pushed it into the bed, holding me down as its presence explored the exposed flesh. 

Fingers gripped the flesh, pulling it apart, leaving bruises in its every touch. I couldn’t help but moan, a shudder going through my body.  The poltergeist gripped my hair, snarling into my ear as it pulled my head back to caress and scratch my throat, letting droplets of blood slide down my chest to the quilt below. 

Cold pressure slid inside me, filling me in a way nothing else had. There was no waiting, no hesitation, no exploring. Just a painful and delightful hard thrust that expanded me around something invisible. A low groan escaped my lips, my body twitching and pushing against the spirit’s force. 

It didn’t thrust or pull back, but pulsed within, expanding me each time it did. I whimpered, moaning and writhing as the essence pushed further in, filling even deeper and expanding, my stomach distending as it entered.

“Yes,” I finally whimpered. It pulsed faster with my begging, teeth once against sinking into my back, breaking the skin with its force. “More,” I begged it. “Please. Don’t stop.” 

My body was flipped, face up as the shadowed being loomed over top of me. New bite marks showed on my breast, the nipple pert and flattened by its force. I cried out in pain as nails raked over my other breast, leaving long claw marks in its wake. 

“You,” it managed to breathe while pushing more of its essence within me. I opened my mouth to reply when it slipped inside my mouth, cutting off my breath and causing a cold pain within.

I nodded, knowing it would feel more than it would hear. Its power pushed outward and into me before suddenly being a part of me. 

I shivered, suddenly cold and hidden within myself. My hands lifted from my side, sliding up my own body of their own volition. Fingers pinched my nipples, making us moan. Then one hand slid down my stomach to the sensitive wet flesh waiting. They played with the delicate nub of flesh, rubbing vigorously as my body shivered and moaned in response.

The hand stopped before I stood, walking without my command to the mirror. Candles around us burst to life, showing my bleeding and naked form before the mirror. A smirk showed on my lips as I looked at myself through a body’s eyes I couldn’t control. 

My lips opened, tongue playing over my lips. Those hands that were mine but weren’t went back to my breasts, playing roughly with the nipples before slapping each hard, leaving bright red marks. I whimpered and groaned at my touch.

We looked around, glancing over the various instruments I had brought before leaning down to pick up the stone that glowed red. It was long, almost baton-like, and smooth. A wicked grin spread over my lips as I slid back into the bed on my knees. With a single powerful move, I ripped a hole into the mattress and rested the stone instrument within.

Fingers played over that sweet little bit of flesh that made me tremble before fingers slipped inside, an amused laugh followed as my hand pulled back, fingers playing with the slickness. “Well well,” the entity said through my lips. “I did excite you, didn’t I?” 

I couldn’t answer, but they felt my hunger and smirked. My body moved to rest just above the stone before moving down hard and fast. The stone slid inside, cold and humming from the magic within. We moaned, hands playing with our nipples again, as we rode the stone, slamming ourselves down on it over and over again.

Moans filled the air as the candlelight grew bright. Our shared body whimpered and groaned, bucking against the stone. Fingers slid back down, playing with our body, rubbing in vigorous patterns before we cried out, shuddering atop the stone and letting pleasure rip through our body. 

My scream was swallowed by the creature who both laughed and moaned. We fell onto the bed, the stone glistening with our wetness beside us. Slowly I shifted, reaching beneath the bed to grab the necklace. 

The entity slid the necklace onto our body, the cold metal sending a shiver through the body. My fingers traced one of the scratches, a smirk on our lips. “I hope these scar you, girl. I hope you don’t forget me. Or what I’ve let you feel.”

Fingers started to probe again, slipping inside of me. I whimpered, shivering and bucking my hips against my fingers. The cold entity within slipped out in one of my moans, sliding back inside of my entrance and expanding. 

I cried out, grabbing the bed as it pulsed heavily, using its power to hold me down. My body couldn’t move, only feel its claws and teeth as marks began to appear everywhere across my body as it tormented me while filling me.

Sensation overwhelmed me, sending me over a new edge with one final scream of pleasure. Around me the power suddenly burst outward, breaking the mirror and extinguishing every light. It pooled above my head, shadows, and ice, before slamming down atop me and into the necklace between my breasts.

The door creaked open on its own, leaving me a panting heap off bloody flesh and panting lips. I whimpered, sore in every possible way before I closed my eyes and let sleep creep into my body. 

Dawn broke and birds chirped outside. The sweet warm wind of spring blew over my naked body. I awoke, wincing at the light and then at the pain that ignited when I moved. My fingers touched the intricate necklace that hummed against my flesh before I stood and bore witness to the destruction around me.

I grimaced as I knelt beside the bed, looking beneath it. The summoning was gone, leaving behind nothing but bones, an empty room, and my satiated body.

Horsemen of the Apocalypse

 The land wilted before them. People fled, scattering to the winds, only to gather in small groups, whispering of their desolation. To speak too loud, they said, invoked them. Yet they had no names. No true way to be summoned, for they were mindless forces of chaos driven into naught but destruction. Those few souls who saw them perished, or became hollow versions of themselves.

The others drew blades and let loose the blood of their kin, manifesting heated battles that determined nothing save who could endure the longest. The victor wore the skulls of their enemies and drank the tears of those who wept for them. 

So it was everywhere they went. I followed, never more than a week behind, watching the carnage. Yet as I watched them, they did nothing. Sword, bow, and scales sat emblematic, held aloft, and never used. They rode their beasts, never speaking, never acting. The world fell open before them without so much as a whimper.

It was morning when I finally dared approach where they rested, dawn barely cracking the sky. The stars still shone, hope yet alive. Their horses watched me with a strangely keen curiosity, braving my unknown scent to nudge a black muzzle against me or push my shoulder. My fingers stroked their necks and cheeks, smelling their immortal scents of war and chaos.

Around a fire, they lounged, unsleeping creatures, the sounds of screams and battles causing constant noise pollution that followed wherever they roamed. I had learned to stop wincing at the noise months ago. 

They didn’t eat or drink. Yet they sat, conversing quietly, watching the flames dance eagerly around them, the chaos they brought seemingly inspiring its heat to spread. I watched from the darkness near their mounts, wondering what the bringings of the apocalypse could even have to say to one another.

It was the closest I had dared to come. Assassins, the last hopes of humanity, had come and gone. Their ambushes easily seen and destroyed. They killed themselves, so heavily influenced they were by the immortals’ presence. Yet even this close, I could only barely feel the tug of their power. 

Finally, I pulled in a deep breath, fed the green horse one of the few ripe fruits left on earth, and stepped out from the darkness. The four men went silent, their haunted eyes falling upon me in an instant. 

The man clad in white didn’t move, yet his brother in ruby stood in a second, approaching me with weapon raised, fire whispering over his skin and hair. I tilted my head and looked up at him as he approached. The two others stood, arms folded, studying me in the low light. A smirk touched the man in white’s lips.

“Good morning,” I finally said, the heat from War’s blade whispering against my throat as he loomed.

Finally, Conquest laughed. “She’s another who’s lost herself. Let her go and wander.” 

I laughed. “Hardly. I came to meet you. To discuss… well, what you might be missing.”

The horsemen exchanged a look. 

“I’m not here with anything other than myself and an invitation. That is why you did not feel my approach. I do not come to kill, consume, harm, or follow.” 

Finally, Conquest stood and closed the distance between us. His strong hand rose then rested on my shoulder. Power pushed into my body, raising the heat of entitlement and hunger within. I shuddered and looked up at him, flushing deeply. War’s palm pressed against my back, igniting the urge to own with the impulse to harm.

“If that’s what you want,” I whispered, reaching behind me to touch War’s hip, before digging my fingers and pulling him up against me. “We can play that game.”

His body froze for just a moment, as the men looked at each other.

I leaned forward, resting my other hand against Conquest’s chest, fingers playing over the exposed flesh his clothing offered. “So let me conquer you. Let me battle you, War. And you,” I said, glancing at Famine, “Let us consume one another.”

“And for me?” Death asked, a curious look in his devilish eyes. 

I smirked. “Death is transition. But it is an ending to a new beginning. Ride me till I break and become born anew.” 

He chuckled, pointing a finger at me as though I were a trap.

“Is this what you are? Eager for this destruction.”

I shook my head. “No. I want to show you what can be wrought of who you are if you dared be intentional, dared to wield it rather than let it happen to you. To see what it means when given to desire, or love.”

War leaned down, his breath hot on my shoulder. “You came here to offer us love?” There were surprise and amusement in his voice.

“Tell me when has another seen you for who you are and not run or murdered or died for it? Who else hasn’t flinched? Or assumed you were nothing but a curse to this world?”

A pause hung in the air. 

Famine was the first to approach, thin fingers moving through my hair before he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. Hunger and need filled my body. I quivered as he smiled.

“Show me then,” he said. “Show me your hunger.” 

My body was wedged between the three of them, but I moved forward, letting War’s fiery blade hiss on my skin as my lips pressed against Famine’s. His eyes widened in surprise before he opened to me, moaning into my mouth as my hands roamed his body, caressing and exploring. 

His own hands stayed at his side, unsure of where they should be. I pulled back, placing kisses and licks along his jawline. “More?” I asked him, my lips trailing down to his collar bone, teeth nipping. 

“Show me more,” he murmured, finally raising a hand to my hair, resting there, caressing the silken strands. “Please,” he dared murmur before his brethren. 

My hand slipped beneath his closed, nails raking over his stomach before sliding downwards, fingers beginning to caress his now hardened length. A guttural cry escaped Famine, and I felt the hunger rise with his length. 

I lowered myself to my knees before him, tugging his leggings down and pulling him into my mouth in an instant. The gentle hand in my hair suddenly gripped firmly as he gasped. “Oh, fuck.” 

His hips began thrusting, small at first, more instinct that choice, as my mouth worked him, moving up and down on his length. Behind me, I felt the eager eyes of the apocalypse. War grunted, sheathing the heated blade. Conquest watched, approaching to touch Famine’s back, guiding his hips, infusing his brother with his own powers.

Famine’s fingers tightened as he began to thrust anew. Bare moments passed before he cried out, holding my head down as hot seed filled my mouth. As he finished, I stood, capturing his mouth in my own, filled with his release. He lapped at the droplets, pulling them into his mouth from mine. War joined us, tasting his brother’s thick heat as our mouths kissed and played. 

Rough battle-worn fingers ran over my hips, over the material of my skirt, and pulled upward. I turned my head to look at him, grabbing his shirt to kiss him harder, my face covered in his brother. Teeth clashed as I bit his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. His fingers grabbed my hair, tilting my head back in a powerful grip.

With a flick of his wrist, I was thrown to the ground. It took him mere moments to straddle me, hands gripping my wrists as his kiss met my lips once more. I arched against him, moaning into his mouth before his hand slid down to push the rough fingers inside of me. A cry escaped my lips before I wrapped my legs around his hips and twisted, rolling us so I was atop him. 

“You’re mine, War,” I whispered to him. My hand pushed against his throat as I bit his lip again, tasting his blood while my other hand freed his length. My body lowered onto him, thrusting him deep within me. His body shuddered before he began to thrust up into me, bouncing me atop him with inhuman strength. 

We moaned in unison, my nails digging into his skin, leaving long claw marks where blood seeped out. His hand made a sharp noise as he slapped one of my breasts then the other before pinching each nipple hard. 

My hips rocked atop him, each of us crying out into the early morning air. Death’s cold hands slid up my back, lifting my top off of my body to expose the skin beneath. His dead lips pressed against my ear as his hands rested on my shoulder, pushing me down atop his brother with intense strength. “Now I shall remake you.”

One hand pushed me down so my face rested against War’s barrel chest, his fingers entwining my hair as he continued to thrust, claiming my body as his own. A cold tongue ran down my spine, leaving chills as it went. It wandered lower and lower until it began to press and lap at the puckered entrance yet untouched. 

Death probed within me, eliciting new moans from my body as Famine returned, lowering himself to his knees beside his brother. His hand caressed my shoulder, seeking that hunger for seed within me and igniting it. I shifted, pulling him into my mouth once more, lapping at his still dripping length. War lifted his head, joining my pursuit as a Famine caressed his brother’s chest, tweaking an already pert nipple.

The hungering tongue in my rear disappeared, replaced by the cold eternity of rock hard excitement. “Tell me,” Death whispered behind me. 

I cried out, mouth swallowing Famine before I whimpered. “Be within me, Death. Let us unmake and remake each other, the cycle, unending.” 

War’s fire stirred within me and as Death gently pushed forward I bucked back against him, pushing him deeper in an instant. He hissed in glee. His power shivered into my core, igniting the truth of life, the willingness to experience everything for fear of missing out. I moaned, feeling the two of them moving within me, at first out of sync then matching in speed and ferocity. 

Famine returned to my mouth, my head held by War. The three of us groaned in unison, the battle between each of their powers raging in my body. Heat and cold spread within, ecstasy overriding everything. My body tensed, clenching around each length within me, only to release and do it again, the brothers pushing me to an edge and over it with ease.

My eyes opened to watch Conquest, a knowing smile on his lips, his the first power that touched me, leading me to a moment where their doubt had been shattered. He stood, stroking himself, watching me take what I had come here for. Slowly he approached us, stopping us all before release would take us.

His fingers played over each brother before he lifted me, my arms around his neck as he held my legs aloft, sliding himself within me. His lips found my own, capturing my taste and my body in one movement. 

Behind me, Death returned, keeping me pinned between the two of them as War and Famine watched, keeping themselves ready and eager. I kissed Conquest, whimpering as he hammered into my body. “Take me,” I whispered against him. “Conquer me. Make me want you always.” 

He groaned, pushing his power hard and fast into all of us and outward. Slowly, screams of pain turned to something else, something hungry and tantalizing, screams of pleasure. I cried out with them as he grunted and released within me, filling me with seed and power. Slowly he pulled from me, dripping with our fluids.

War gripped my thighs, leaving bruises before he followed his brother’s example and pushed deep within me, expanding me to take his length once more. “You’re mine,” he grunted with each thrust. “Mine.”

My nails dug into the back of his neck before he screamed in his need, stilling his hips to let the sensation of me overwhelm and spill himself within, mixing his release with Conquest’s, only to slip outside of me. I whimpered as my legs, weakened, touched the ground. Death stayed behind me, gently guiding me to all fours, only to pull himself from within me.

He slid under me, mouth lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh slathered in fluids. Famine knelt behind me and pushed within, letting himself invade where his brothers had sewn their seed. My moans intensified with the need for more from them, bucking my hips wildly back against him.

He grabbed my hair and shoulder, pulling me hard onto his length with deep, intense thrusts that made wet slapping sounds from all the fluids that coated me. Famine shuddered, whispering his need into the air before his hands gripped my hips and held me back against him, going still as he twitched within me and spilled. 

Panting, Famine laid back, and I laid on the ground, whimpering. Cold lips found mine, tender, and tasting, as Death held me in his arms. “You’re nearly there,” he whispered. I ran a hand along his back and gripped his shoulder, holding myself to him.

“Take me there,” I replied, kissing him softly.

“Are you sure? You seem… overwhelmed.”

“I want you,” I murmured. “Please.”

He smiled and gently pushed forward, easily moving within as his brothers prepared the path for him. Death moved slowly and tenderly, kissing me with each thrust as we moved to a new edge, passion, and sweetness moving between us. 

Finally, he made a soft sound of pleasure, a grunt within my ear, as we held each other through our release. My body quivered beneath him, shaking from the ecstasy he gave me, leaving me a  mess of perfectly met desire. 

He kissed my lips then slowly slid out of me, fluid sliding out of me slowly. I shuddered with contentment and looked to the four naked, sweaty men that laid about me, listening to the sounds of earth lost in lust rather than despair. 

“You’re very clever,” Conquest murmured. He pulled me against his chest. The brothers moved around us, a mess of sweat and fluid and lust as they curled around our bodies.

“Hm. And yet I have delivered everything I promised.” I tilted my head to look up at him.

He kissed my forehead. 

War looked to me from his position of resting his head on my stomach. “Stay with us?”

I smiled. “I will. But the apocalypse ends.”

Famine chuckled, fingers idly playing over my calf, stirring the hunger in me once more.

Death kissed my thigh. “And we have thus been reborn.”