by Silver Lake
*
Morning light filled the mountain valley as Vanessa looked out of the cave. In the cerulean bright sky, a helicopter circled round where she guessed the crash site was. The girl was surprised at how quickly they’d responded, but then again she did come from an important family. Search parties would be scouring the area now, looking for her.
It would be so easy to step out of the cave and wave to them. She could be taken away from this grim place and taken home to start her wedded life. She watched the helicopter for a little while thoughtfully, before heading back in to the cave.
Grar was still sleeping, curled up in the furs. She had wriggled free of his embrace without waking him and had decided to explore the cavern. Relighting the lamp, she’d looked down the tunnel from where Grar had first emerged from. She found that it connected to a vast network of tunnels and caves that seemed to burrow endlessly in to the mountains.
Good, there would be plenty of places to hide should the search party find this cave. As she hurried to wake Grar, all thoughts of returning to civilization left her mind. Already she longed for the Snow Giant to take her again, to fill her aching cunt with his meat. With him she was complete, satisfied and whole. The world of wealth and privilege were anathema to her now.
She stood over the powerful body of Grar, and looked down at him tenderly. This was her husband now and her new life would be here, in the ancient ruins of the Snow Giants. She was happy and complete.
Asleep
The woman is getting ready for bed. She languidly goes through her normal routine, locking doors and turning off lights before heading to her bedroom. She pads through into the bathroom, washes her face and brushes her teeth. She spends a few extra moments staring at her reflection. Her face is smooth and emotionless, but her heart is pounding. She wants. She desires. Something is coming, someone to fill the emptiness inside her, but she doesn't know who. Or when. She slides fingers down the sides of her face, smiles a bit and then leaves the room.
Back in her bedroom she slips off the thick terrycloth robe and drapes it over the foot of the bed. She shivers, camisole and panties her only protection from the cool night air wafting in through the narrow open slit in the window, and climbs between the soft, cream-colored sheets. There, her creamy pale skin seems to match perfectly and only her shock of wavy red hair stands out. She flicks off the light and closes her eyes with a soft sigh. She wishes there was another person in the bed. A man to take her, cherish her, please her. She briefly rubs at her breasts, aching to be touched. She falls asleep with her mind full of wanting.
*
The man outside is getting restless. Something in his gut is roiling and impatient. This unknown force dragged him from his bed and over to this house. He watched for hours as the sun sank below the hills. Fleeting glances of her were enough for most of the evening, but that has changed. As soon as she went to bed the thing in his gut came roaring back to life. It aches to get to her. To do…something. He tries to fight again, but it is impossible. The thing is too strong, and being so close to what it desires makes it ferocious. His head is filled with wailing and gnashing teeth. His hands shake where they rest on the window sill.
What do you want? The thing doesn't answer, though he knows it heard. Sometime over the past few hours they've become closer, more entwined. He can feel its hunger, of course. But beneath that a new connection is forming. There are thoughts there, intelligence. He's too scared to probe deeper, knowing instinctively he won't like what he finds.
The thing in his gut isn't scared. It is ravenous. It uses his fear to take control. It reaches out and pushes the window up silently. It inhales deeply, taking in the scents of her room, her skin. It howls in his head.
The man tries to regain control of his body. He begs and pleads with the thing to stop. Wait.
It ignores him and clambers through the open window, into her bedroom. Its movements are jerky, as if it doesn't know exactly how to work the man's limbs.
Once inside it shuffles around the room, sniffing and searching. Strangely, it ignores the woman in the bed at first, concentrating on knowing every corner of the space. After five or six turns around the tiny room it seems comforted, and turns to its real target.
The thing crouches down next to the bed, examining the woman's face. The man notes that she's no great beauty, but there's a sense of grace and goodness in her. Her eyes are rimmed by coal-black lashes that lay delicately against her lovely pale skin. Her mouth is small but nicely round, lips a young, juicy pink no lipstick could ever replicate. Her hair fans out around her face in a dark crimson halo. The longer they stare the more the man changes his mind. She is beautiful. The thing chuffles in agreement.
The man lets himself relax a bit, sitting back to see what the thing will do. As soon as he releases a little control the roaring in his head subsides and his stomach stops churning. It seems the thing needn't be painful, as long as he stops fighting it.
It brushes his fingers lightly through the woman's hair. The man enjoys at the thick, silky texture, the sensation of it under his hands. The strangeness of something else controlling his body is fading as he becomes intrigued by the thing, the woman, and what is going to happen in this room. The thing is whispering its plans in the back of his mind, promising him pleasure and power and more. He should refuse. Should wrestle back control of his body and flee. But he doesn't. And won't.
As his connection with the thing deepens he feels why it came. Why it wants her. What it will do. And to his horror, the man is aroused. He'd never do such a thing himself, never. But as a passenger? A vehicle used to indulge the thing's lust? That he can do. It isn't much different than watching a film, really. He is not responsible. He tells himself so many reassuring things, pretty lies to convince him to stay. When his hand descends to graze the woman's shoulder, it is unclear who makes it move.
The thing stands up and slides the sheet down, revealing the rest of her body. Her limbs are long and lean, covered in that same creamy skin that nearly glows in the dim light. It runs the man's hands gently over her calves and then up to her thighs. It stops at the waistband of her panties and traces the silk-covered elastic. Its touch is soft and light, but the feelings stirring deep inside the man tell him it will not remain so for long.
The man's fingers dig into her skin and she shifts, but does not awaken. The thing leans down close to her and catches a slight scent of her most intimate flesh. That hint is enough to encourage it, embolden it. The thing moves her legs apart a little and reaches beneath her panties to find her core. After a few moments of fumbling it succeeds, sliding a finger over her slick, smooth skin. She's shaven, which pleases it.
The man feels his erection straining his pants as the thing explores the woman. He can feel a bit of moisture on his fingertips as the thing probes her opening and then presses against her clit, eliciting a soft moan from the woman. He wonders if she's dreaming of romance and desire now. Wonders what will happen when she wakes up.
The thing reassures him. She will not wake. Cannot wake while they are there. It is unable to enter her mind as it has done his, but it can keep her asleep. In the meantime it has slid a finger inside her. It pushes in and out of her tight pussy, movements getting easier as her body stretches to accommodate, and moistens.
While the thing fingers her, the man rubs his crotch with his other hand. He's so hard it feels like his cock has doubled in size. And perhaps it has. Who knows what this monster inside him is capable of.
The thing tells him he'll find out soon enough. It leaves the woman for a second to open the man's pants. Together they pull out his painfully erect cock. The man groans and fists it in one hand. The thing pulls up the top of her shirt, revealing small, perfectly formed breasts. Her nipples are slightly hard from the cold, and stand up straight and proud from the soft white globes. It cups one breast in his hand while the man rubs his throbbing member along her side. Another soft moan slips from the woman's mouth and her lips part.
The thing climbs onto the bed next to her and kneels beside her head. It pushes the head of the man's cock against her mouth, letting the pre-cum formed at the tip slip inside. The man knows she'll wake with the salty taste on her lips and have no idea why. The idea makes him growl with excitement. The thing joins him. Somehow they've grown even closer. Exploring the wonders of this woman's body has bound them further until the man cannot tell where he ends and the thing begins. Not that it matters. At this point their interests are completely aligned. They want this woman. They will have this woman.
As soon as the thing realizes the man is fully on board, it stretches and fills him with a sense of joy. It is time. They are ready.
They move to the bottom of the bed, between the woman's legs. They carefully tear the sides of her panties and then throw them to the floor. They lower their face between her thighs and kiss her there. Her skin is hot and damp. She tastes of woman and citrus. They run their tongue over her clit, circling, circling until the little bud stands up. They suck and lick at her plumped lips, dipping into her sweet hole occasionally. They slide a finger inside her as they suck on her clit, harder this time. The muscles in her inner thighs jump and her legs part farther.
They rise up, covering her body with theirs. Their cock falls heavily between her legs and they reach for her breasts. They nip and squeeze at the tender flesh as her chest reddens and her breath comes in deep pants.
They can feel she is ready below, her sweet hole leaking its honey on their cock. They rub it against her and then slide inside. The head spreads her open as they push deep and slow. They lift one of her legs around their back and slide in to the end, cherishing the tight, hot wetness that engulfs them. They pull back and then push in again, long slow strokes that send tremors through their body.
The woman's slick channel tightens around them and they cannot take it. She is so tight. So perfect. So everything they need. They start moving faster, beads of sweat forming on their brow. They clamp down on one nipple and keep fucking her, deeper, harder.
The head of their cock swells and they climax, shooting hot jets of cum into her pussy. They grind a finger against her clit and she comes, too, whole body tensing. Still fast asleep, her hands fist on the sheets as she joins her orgasm to theirs. Together they ride the wave of pleasure. Finally, as their release stops, they slip their cock out of her. It is still hard and shiny with the combination of fluids.
The woman rolls over onto her side and curls up, a contented smile on her face.
The man covers her again with the sheet, but leaves her clothes askew. He brushes a lock of hair from her face as the thing sinks back into the pit of his stomach, sated for the moment. The man gets off the bed and manages to stuff his cock back in his pants. He kisses her forehead and then tiptoes back over to the window. He climbs out and shuts it behind him.
Outside in the fresh air he slumps down against the side of the house. Now that the thing has retreated, he realizes what he's done. What it's done. What they did together. The thing rouses and reminds him of the pleasure the woman felt. The ecstasy. It tells him she summoned them. Her need was like a magnet, bringing them to her house. Her room. Her bed.
The man wonders how it works. The thing will not explain, but it tells him to reach out with his mind. Feel for others in the same state. He does it and something happens. A tug, like the one that brought him here. It is close by. Another woman in need? Perhaps. There is only one way to find out.
*
The girl tosses and turns in her sleep, unknowingly putting on a show for her audience. Her blond hair is luminous against her tanned skin and her tiny blue nightshirt frames her sweet face beautifully. She's barely nineteen and unaware of how lovely she is. Her breasts are firm and pert, standing up from her body, her nipples hard and visible through the shirt. Her long legs are splayed beneath the thin sheet.
The man stands in the corner of her room, unsure how he got there, but unafraid. The thing inside him is quiet, but present. He knows what it wants now, and knows how enjoyable it will be. In the back of his mind he wonders if this is a dream, but doesn't really care.
He recognizes this girl. She's lived in the neighborhood for her whole life. He saw her grow from a silly kid into a sexy young woman. In the daytime he watches her but knows she is untouchable. But on this night everything is different. He can do anything.
He walks over and softly caresses her face. She smiles sweetly in her sleep and he smiles back. The thing inside him growls to hurry him on.
He pushes the sheet off of her body and takes a moment to take her in. She is amazing, every inch of her skin bronzed and perfectly smooth. He lifts her shirt up and out of the way. She is naked before him now. The thing shudders with pleasure.
The man touches her breasts, marveling at their softness while his eyes are trained between her thighs where her bare pussy is moist and hungry. She is hairless and pink and he thinks for a second that he might cum just from looking.
While he is musing, the thing takes over. It bends down and begins sucking on her nipples. Alternating back and forth it tastes her, laving, nibbling. The girl sighs but does not move. The thing bites down on her nipple. The man has never done this. Never felt his teeth dig into that oh so sensitive skin. He loves it.
The thing chuckles but does not dawdle. It releases her nipple and slides around the bed to look between her legs. It slips his finger down and over her crease, collecting the dew that covers her silky smoothness. It spreads her legs farther apart and lifts her knees so she is fully displayed to them. It lowers his mouth and kisses her pussy. Its tongue dances playfully over the outside of her lower lips. It finds her clit and sucks the tiny nub to hardness.
The man groans as the scent of her arousal fills the air. His cock is throbbing, but he waits, letting the thing do what it wants.
It slides a finger inside her of her, stretching her tightness already. Her walls are slick and grasping as if she is begging him for more. It fingers her deeper and rubs her clit. Her hips begin to move in tiny circles and moisture drips down onto the bed beneath her.
The thing adds another finger inside her, slowly but insistently pushing and pulling, exploring. The man takes control of one of his hands and reaches up to rub her breasts some more, joining in the delicious assault. The girl is moaning now and he thinks she might cum soon.
Not yet, the thing assures him. Not until we do.
The thing pulls his fingers from the girl and licks them. Her cream tastes like heaven and the man cannot wait any longer. He needs to be inside her.
The man strips and is about to mount her when the thing stops him. It wants something else, first. They move her gently over onto her side and nudge her mouth open. The thing hefts the man's throbbing cock and pushes the tip between her lips. She doesn't suck, but just the feeling of him in her hot, moist mouth is enough. The thing pushes a bit further, careful not to gag her. The man's balls draw up and are roiling. He will not last much longer. The thing pinches the base of his member long enough to calm him down, but then relinquishes control to let the man do what he so desperately wants.
The man isn't sure when the thing became his partner, when it stopped forcing him, but he doesn't care. Just like with the last one their desires are on perfect harmony.
The man climbs onto the bed and puts the girl's legs back in position. He swipes the head of his cock over her a few times and then slides inside. She is so tight. So soft. So wet. He pushes in and out of her in short slow strokes, savoring each instant of skin gliding over skin. He pushes her legs back more so she's almost folded in half and lets his weight come to rest on her. His cock slides deeper and deeper until she is completely filled with him. He grabs her hips and begins a new rhythm, faster and longer. She moans as he grinds against her clit. His thrusts get faster and harder and her sweet breasts shake and shimmy. He will never forget this sight.
The thing inside him wants something new and he lets it take over, curious. It turns her over on her stomach
and holds her legs together. It works his cock in the narrow groove, sliding over her ass and back inside her pussy.
The man and the thing are one again. They rear up and begin fucking her harder. They pound her for the longest time, relishing her moans and her squirming and her wetness. They reach under her and squeeze her breasts, tugging on the distended tips. They can feel their release coming soon. They pinch and fuck and groan and shudder.
The girl is gripping them so tightly inside. She is climaxing. They are climaxing. The world is nothing except his body inside hers, their flesh becoming one.
In the final moment the man can see into her dreams. He sees his own face. He sees her desire for him. Sees her fantasies coming true. Sees her wishing and hoping for this. That realization sends him over the edge. He fills her with cum, shooting an endless stream of his love into her, claiming her. She will never be the same. She will never want another. When she wakes she will seek him out, need him again and again.
The man wants to stay, to hold her, but the thing will not allow it. She is a gift, but he must continue. There are other stops to make. This night is not nearly over.
It promises what he saw is true. The girl will be his. That is enough. He slides out of her and rises. He puts her clothes and bedding back in place and dresses again. After planting a chaste kiss on her forehead he leaves, ready to follow the thing where it wants to go, secure in the knowledge that he will have her again.
*
The man slumps down against a tree, breathing in deep, heaving gulps. His eyes are wild with fear and confusion, his hands opening and closing with panic. Inside his head the thing in wailing and screeching.
Stop, please, he begs. I cannot take this. You'll kill me.
It growls with fury, but quiets. It is still angry, but remembers it needs him.
What's wrong?
