Ephemeral - Chapter 1 - Delicious Death

Chapter 1 - Delicious Death

Moonlight streamed through the open Tudor window, carrying a breath of cool air from the crisp night air. Near a wall across from the window, a petite brunette named Haline stood against the wall in the darkness, motionless, naked, frozen in fear, and bewitched by the soulless gaze of a once living thing. The coolness of the night, broken glass under her bare feet, and abject terror brought curtains of goosebumps to upset her smooth, warm skin, and soft curves. The thing stood in front of her, cocking its head this way and that as it stared at her, consuming her with its eyes and lewdly licking its lips. She could smell the sharp tang of her lover's blood on its face and it made her retch.

The abomination standing in front of her had murdered her lover, who was sprawled on the bed, head hanging off the side, neck an open chasm of velvety darkness, spilling deep red ichor onto the wooden planks under the bed. The couple's last moments together had been of intense pleasure as they shared the passionate intimacy of their secret love for one another. But that moment had been interrupted as dark shapes obscured the moon and darkened the windowsill. Before Haline could scream, cold, terrifyingly strong hands were pulling her off of her lover and a naked, grotesque female with the bluish white skin of death leapt on him with feline grace, forcing his somehow still hard cock into its pussy and tearing at his neck with sharp teeth. Soon, his screams became gurgles and the dead, gray thing rode him in silent laughter until his erection fled with the liquid essence of his trickling life-force.

But that scene was now a remorseful, and very recent, past. Now, with the beast standing still in front of her she could see that some constant hunger it endured had emaciated its body, its breasts sagging above a cavernous abdomen that was punctuated by grotesquely protruding pubic and hip bones. It stank of decay and Haline could not repress a shudder as it drew its face to within an inch of hers, wearing a malevolent smile as it put its cold, putrid tongue out between blue-black, blood-smeared lips and sought to taste the sweat beading up on her cheeks. It was so very close, but it radiated nothing but chill and noisome odour as it leaned into her, pressing its withered body close.

Haline could feel each bony prominence touching her, forming indentations on her pale, forgiving flesh. She wanted to scream as it touched her ear, caressing it gently with its chilly fingers -- fingers that had long ago ceased to harbor life -- but she could not find space in her lungs for breath. Despite her abhorrence of the beast, its touch sent an electrifying pulse through her and she felt a rush of erotic sensation as more of her body was covered with goosebumps. Tears fled her eyes and the thing eagerly lapped them up, nary a breath escaping its body as its other hand grasped at her breast, groping at it with sensual abandon as it pushed itself closer, forcing a gaunt leg between her own and grinding against her swollen labia, parting them to find the hungry clit waiting with a lust-driven moistness.

Haline gasped in horror as her body involuntarily responded to the electric touch and forced pressure of the creature's body. She finally mustered her breath and screamed, pushing at the thing as it grasped at her wet vagina with its withered fingers, laughter in its black eyes. The living corpse seemed to possess a supernatural strength that Haline had difficulty overcoming and she slipped on the blood that had flowed freely from her dead lover's hideously open neck and pooled around her feet. The floor was rising up to greet her backside an instant before her head slammed into the bedpost. All went black as she felt her assailant pounce upon her with gleeful jubilance.

Haline awoke some time later, her head throbbing with pain and her dark, curly hair matted with blood. The moon had disappeared and the only light came from the torches on cobbled streets below. As she came to, she was dimly aware of a squishing sound and a sharp pain between her legs. She quickly regained her senses as she looked up and saw the thing that had attacked her hunched between her legs, forcing its hand into the sticky, wet opening of her warm sexuality. She tried to scramble backward but her feet found no purchase on the blood-slicked floor and she was pinned against the bed frame. She felt a terrible burning pain and then a pop as its hand entered her undulating cavity and her vaginal muscles closed around its wrist. Haline's pelvis felt painfully full as the demon made a fist inside her and probed aimlessly. The same electric pulse shot through her body and she orgasmed violently.

Her body racked with unwanted and uncontrollable pleasure as white hot energy was delivered into her womb. Her hips heaved wildly as she felt the cold hands of another stranger wrap around her wrists, pulling her on the floor back to the edge of the bed. Blood was sticky on her back and it made a sick sound as she was dragged across the slippery wood. The evil bitch with its hand inside her, tormenting her, slipped in the blood and fell flat on the floor, its gaze at her face never faltering. It clenched its fist inside her and was dragged along as the new assailant dragged her up onto the bed. Haline felt the pressure inside her as if it would pull her insides out but there was something else.

The pain... it was such exquisite and sensual madness.

That sensation horrified her and she blacked out again.

When she woke again she found herself lying face down, parallel to the head and footboards, her arms and legs splayed out wide and her wrists and ankles manacled to the bedposts, the cold metal of the restraints biting into her flesh and the cool air tickling her exposed genitals and spread ass cheeks. Dried blood on her back cracked as it expanded with each inhaled breath. Her pussy throbbed with pain and occasionally some slimy substance not her own would work its way out and onto the bed with a seeping sound. The smell of wet iron permeated the air and she heard an awful gnawing sound behind her. She craned her head around to see where it was coming from but could see nothing.

A creature like the one who had attacked her earlier stood staring out the window, its blue-white, naked flesh gleaming in the wan light shining in from the lamp posts on the cobbled street below. Its body was not withered like the other one and shadows lined its smooth, lean form. From her vantage point, it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female and she involuntarily marveled at its lithe bluish-grey body standing so casually, relaxed, long black hair spilling over its shoulders and down its back.

Haline felt movement on the bed nearest her obscenely exposed lower-half and saw the strange being at the window cock its head slightly in her direction. She felt something cold rub against her exposed pussy just before another something put pressure on her anus and what felt like a wet, sticky finger was pushed into it. With unnatural speed something placed its knees over her shoulders and squeezed its legs around her neck, forcing the back of her head into its exposed crotch.

She felt the finger pulled from her fleshy cavity and suddenly a hand grabbed her hair and pulled back sharply, forcing it against the its crotch. It sat hard on her skull and ground against it relentlessly until it came, dousing the back of her head in a thick sticky substance that smelled of salt and musty sweetness. It released her head and lay down on her back, burying its face between her ass cheeks and shoving its impossibly long, snakelike tongue into the velvety star-ringed opening of her bottom, sending the now familiar electric pulses of sexual energy into her body. In and out of her the tongue went, slippery, like an eel. Haline buried her face in the bed and wept at the bizarre sexual horror of it all. The snakelike tongue, apparently finished with her rear, pulled out, leaving her sphincter gaping and her lower half feeling suddenly empty.

She soon felt soft, cold hands caressing her curly hair. She looked up to see a beautiful face staring at her with obsidian black eyes. She tried to focus on the face but the tongue that had been raping her backside shrank to normal size and assaulted her pussy with abandon, moving in and out and sometimes growing while inside her. It seemed to be drinking her very essence. She orgasmed over and over uncontrollably as the thing riding her back pressed on, filling her with unnatural sexual energy and then drinking its harvest. She could feel its sticky fluids leaking out of its organ and onto her back as it came with her. She felt as if she were going to black out again when the face in front of her spoke with a voice that was neither masculine nor feminine, but a whispering purr.

"Enough Aldrea. This one is almost out of essence."

"But master, she has so much! And its so... exquisite! I could drink it all night! It will grow in her again, soon."

Haline could feel cool breath on her labia and the wisps of hair around it as the second whispering voice spoke. Its hands grasped at her ass cheeks and spread them, licking her anus almost casually as if there were a bit of tastiness it had missed. It dipped its pointy tongue into her gaping asshole again, then pulled it out, repeating the action a few times in rapid succession, each repetition bringing Haline closer to yet another orgasm as the strange energy drained her of life.

Their voices rippled around her and within her, circling her consciousness like bats in the night, their silent whispers a clarion horn in her mind. They blended and separated randomly and in waves, wrapping around her in a cocoon of silvery thread, leaving her mind dazed and awash in confusion.

"There will be time enough. You have restored your vital essence with this one and her... unfortunate mate so we must be done with her and return to the shadows."

The master cradled Haline's chin in its supple but powerful hand and raised her eyes to its own. It kissed her with ferocity, its tongue invading her unwilling mouth and she found herself beset by the electric pulses that spread from her mouth along her spine and into her womb, igniting her entire body with raw pleasure.

"To kill her would be a precious waste of flesh, master, as I'm sure you can see, " Aldrea said while playfully flicking Haline's clit with its tongue, the forked ends of which twisted around her clit and tugged at it as if it were a tiny cock and could be ejaculated as such. Haline orgasmed yet again and could feel the electricity leaving her drained.

"Off of her, now, " the master whispered and Haline felt a weight leave her back as Aldrea left to stand beside its master. Haline gasped in horror as she recognized the face of the creature that had attacked her, its features now full and resembling those of the master. It was no longer withered and wasted, having drained Haline's sexual energy to replenish its decimated body. Its face, upper torso, and arms were covered in blood, some wet, some dry and Haline nearly gagged at the sight of pieces of flesh stuck, drying to parts of Aldrea's body. Haline could only guess where they had come from as she realized why the smell of wet iron was so strong in the room.

The master stood and moved closer to Haline, who was still bound to the bed. It held her hair and pressed her face between its legs. To Haline's bitter relief, the skin was smooth and bare, with no sexual organs at all. Still, it rubbed her nose against the smooth flesh and seem to revel in it as it's body shivered. She felt something move beneath the skin before it released her hair and moved back to stand beside Aldrea.

The sound of many galloping horses' hooves and the shouts of men pouring through the open window from the street below gave pause to Haline's tormentors and they looked at each other in alarm.

"I feel the presence of a hunter, master!"

"Indeed, we must abandon this girl."

"A shame," Aldrea whispered as it fondled Haline's pussy and its now normal tongue licked her cheek.

"She has little life left anyway. She will be blamed for this poor bastard's fate as it is so we have naught to fear for chase or reprisal."

The master unbound Haline from the bed and the two monsters scurried out the window, moving like stealthy cats along the rooftops and into the shadows. It was all Haline could do to draw herself into a fetal position on the bed, her energy drained, almost making a single heartbeat impossible. She heard the sounds of many booted feet on the stairs, followed by pounding on the door and loud shouts of command.

"Let them come," she thought bitterly. I am finished living. Her world went dark.

(Next: Discovery)