I guess he saw me snort a bit at his invocation of God. "Abe, do you believe in God?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I believe in God. I just wonder whose side He is on," I replied.
Paul scrutinized me for a few minutes. I guess we both wondered what I meant by that statement. Sometimes shit like that just sort of rolls out of my mouth.
"So what do you want from me?" I had been wondering this for a while. I guessed now was as good a time as any to ask.
"I want to understand, Abe."
I leaned forward and put my hands on either side of his head. I kissed him on the forehead and then looked him dead in the eye. "Are you sure you want to understand? Wasn't there something in your bible about knowledge and trees?"
He sort of shuddered and nodded.
I told him to meet me in the church parking lot at 11PM, and I left abruptly.
On my way out, I saw Elsie lurking in a shadowy part of the lobby. "You know where a man can get a drink in this town?" I asked.
Elsie pulled a cute metal flask out of her purse and handed it to me. I have to admit I was a bit shocked, but I've learned that sometimes you've got to put your money where your mouth is. Putting it to my lips, I pulled the last few drops out of the almost empty flask. From the smell emanating from Elsie, I could tell that the flask had been full till just a few moments ago. I thought about talking to her but decided I had shaken enough people for one day.
I went back to my hotel and found that the honor bar was better stocked than I had a right to expect from a little motor lodge in a suburb like this. But gentrification brings all kinds of benefits in its wake. I spent the afternoon drinking and watching TV as I mulled over what Alicia had said. She said I'd know what to do. I didn't feel like I knew what to do. I wasn't even sure I trusted her.
I had sold her out. She had trusted me. She had "the smell," which meant that she had been touched by something—the same thing, I suppose, I had been touched with. Maybe she didn't even know it, but I did. I could tell. I've never been an attractive man, and never had much luck with women, but those women who have been touched—they need me bad. They trust me more than they should. And I'd taken advantage of that for the goddamn Executive goddamn Board and turned her over to what might as well have been the Devil in Hell to protect their sense of honor.
She had crossed them. She had killed one of theirs to gain knowledge. Her uncle had been some black magician the Board used from time to time. Alicia had known that her uncle knew things. She had killed him to get some books he had hidden away.
And, in their admittedly fine sense of irony, they had given her more knowledge than she had wanted. They had even given her firsthand experience, and I was their unwitting pawn. I knew I was a pawn. I had always been their pawn, and as long as they had use for me, I always would be. But so often I didn't know what their game was. Too many times I’d wondered if The Board was any better than the horrors we fought. And, like Hess was always reminding me, I was probably safer not knowing.
But I was her only contact with the world beyond that... that… whatever where she lived now. I guess that was why I could trust her. She still needed me.
I did my best not to sleep. Half of me wanted to see Alicia, half of me didn't. Mostly, I felt like a pussy who didn't want to take my old friend for a midnight stroll in the woods. I was pretty sure—based on experience, gut feeling, and the hints Alicia dropped—that I was in no physical danger, but I was keenly aware that sometimes the mental and spiritual dangers were worse... Much worse. Some things can't be unseen. I'd seen my share of those...
I knew I was awake when she walked through the door to my room despite the lock. She was wearing a severe looking business suit with a short skirt that showed the lacy tops of her thigh-highs.
“Appearing while I’m awake, huh? How’d you manage this?” I asked.
“Can’t you feel it? They're all around us. I mean, yes, they left, but now the place is crawling with traces of them.”
“Yeah, I can smell them. But what’s so different about this mission?”
“Hell, honey, don’t you sense it in your bones?” She came up to me and planted a long, slow kiss on me.
“Your lips are colder than in our dreams,” I said. “And you have a bitter taste to you.”
“It comes with the territory, I suppose.”
She put her hand on my crotch. My cock vibrated at her touch. “I remember you tasting quite nice,” she said. “Let me taste you again, the real you, not your dream-self. It’s been so long since I’ve had a physical body.”
She knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my swollen cock. “It’s still the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen, Abe. And I saw a lot in my day.”
She jerked it slowly as she pulled my pants down with her other hand. She cupped my balls in her palm as she pressed the throbbing head against her face. She ran it up and down her cheeks, over her closed eyes, as she sighed, “It’s been so long, Abe.”
She took the head of my cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue over it, her fingernails digging into my buttocks. I winced at the pain but didn’t stop her. She then pushed her head in closer as I pushed my fingers into her hair. She bobbed her head up and down on me.
“Oh, god,” I said.
Then she stuck one of her fingers into my ass hole.
“Fuck,” I said, as my hips began to thrust violently. My grip on the back of her head tightened.
She dug the nails of her one hand deeper into my flesh while she began to finger fuck my ass.
“Oh, Baby!” I shouted, as I felt the pressure build up in me. I pushed back as hard as I could on the pressure building in my balls and my cock. I squeezed every muscle to hold it back. But she was relentless. She worked her tongue and her fingers, despite the brutal pounding I was giving her face. She began to claw deeply as my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on dragging out the moment.
Then I burst. I felt the spasms shoot through my cock—out toward her and up my spine. She got bursts of cum while shockwaves of pleasure rolled up my body toward my brain where they exploded. I looked down and saw my cum running down her chin as she smiled up at me.
Then the room went dark. I could see Alicia despite the darkness as waves of shadows rolled over everything around us. And then arms seem to reach out of the shadows in the room. The grabbed her with long, ragged claws, ripping her skin and she screamed and moaned. They lacerated her body in front of me as they dragged her away into the darkness. I closed my eyes again but I could not shut out the half-agonized, half-ecstatic screams that came from her mouth.
And when I opened my eyes, she was gone. I was alone in my hotel room and my pants around my ankles and my cock wet and chilled by the hotel AC.
***
Somehow, I found myself in the church parking lot at 11PM. Paul was there. He was shivering, despite the unseasonably warm evening weather. He nodded at me and I began to walk the few blocks between us and the park. He waited a moment or two before he started to follow me.
The park was dark, but there was a lot of ambient light from the town so it wasn't difficult to dodge the police equipment, signs, and the odd toy or two left from "the incident," as the press called it.
We got to the edge of the woods and I said, "You sure you want to go through with this, Paul?"
He nodded.
I shrugged and walked into the woods. I don't know if it was some inner sense of where to go that Alicia had alluded to, or if it was just drunken chance, but I weaved my way through the trees and undergrowth like I knew what I was doing. And then I sat on a rock.
Paul sat in the dirt next to me. "I've been over these woods a dozen times and so have the local police, the state police, and the FBI. What are we doing here, Abe?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. And the truth is, I didn't. I knew what to do; I just didn't know why.
But something different happened that neither Paul nor I expected. Maybe it was my presence there, may
be that stars were just right. Maybe Alicia whispered in something’s reptilian ear. But there was a rumbling in the ground—almost like an earthquake, but it seemed very contained, like it was just happening in a specific spot. Straight ahead of us, several chunks of earth just fell inward like some insane ultra-targeted sink hole.
"What is that, Abe?!?" The fear in his voice made me a little scared, too.
"There's your answer," I said. The words just popped out of my mouth, almost like someone else was talking. It's a feeling I should be used to by now, but it still surprises me every time.
"The kids fell in that! My God! We need to get ropes or something!" Paul started to get up.
I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. "They aren't there anymore. I told you they were gone. In there is the reason. The knowledge you seek. You can still turn back. It won't help you." I stood up and helped him to his feet. I looked him in the eyes to make sure he was looking at me. "Please don't do this, Paul."
"I have to know. Don't you want to know?"
"No, Paul. I don't. I know too many things. Whatever you see, don't tell me. It's just between you and whatever is down there."
I saw Paul slowly walk toward the pit and I turned away slightly. I could still see him out of the corner of my eye, but I wanted to be sure I didn't see anything that was down in the hole. I saw vaguely reptilian things moving in the trees—appendages coiling and uncoiling around stumps—keeping their distance but observing us closely.
"It's so fucking deep..." said Paul. It wasn't like him to drop the F-bomb.
"I don't want to hear it, Paul."
"There's something down there," he said.
There was a long pause. Then he sobbed for a moment or two. Then he started shouting. "My God!" He just shouted it five or six times.
Then he said, “Can’t you hear them screaming, Abe? We’ve got to go down there!”
I grabbed him by the shoulders, my eyes now shut tight. “I can hear them just fine, Pastor,” I said, even though all I heard was the chirping of the bugs and the croaking of the frogs. “But they aren’t there. It’s just a vision, Paul.”
“There’s something else moving down there, Abe!”
“Don’t look, Paul. It’s not too late.” But it was. I knew he would look.
His shouts turned to whispers, but I could hear him. “So old,” he said. “So, so old. So much time…” Then, after what seemed an eternity, he sat down in the dirt next to the rock and he just looked blankly at the ground. I knew he was gone.
The doctors would talk about stress and unresolved tensions or whatever they talk about these days. But I know what happened. He had learned more than he should have. I could have left him there. Maybe I should have left him there. But he was an old friend, so I led him by the hand back to the church and then called an ambulance.
***
I didn't want to sleep that night but the hotel bed was so comfortable.
Alicia showed up in my dream. The dream was located in the hotel room I was staying in in waking life. She was dressed in a leather bodice and a tight leather skirt, fishnets, and black stiletto heels.
“You’re dressed for action, Doll Face,” I said.
“You were so close to them today. God, I’m dripping wet just thinking about it. The energy from them… I can feel it coming off of you.”
"What does it all mean?" I asked her.
She walked toward me, letting her hips roll in an exaggerated fashion. “What does it matter? They are the gods of this place, Abe. And they’ve touched you. This whole thing is a message to you. You’ve got their attention.”
She pressed her body up against mine. Her dream body was taller than I remembered her—or maybe it was those heels—but her lips were at my ear. I could feel the heat of her breath. I could smell the blood boiling in her veins. “I want you,” she whispered.
“You want those bastards. You want whatever taint they’ve placed on me. You want my sickness.”
“Does it matter? Weren’t you a little turned on watching them rip up my flesh? Just thinking about it is making me wet.” She grabbed my hand and pushed it up her skirt.
“No panties, huh? Naughty little girl,” I said. “Damn, you’re wet.” I gently probed a finger between her pussy lips.
An “Uhhhh…” rolled out of her mouth into my ear. “Yeah, Baby.”
I pulled my hand back and ran my wet finger over her lips.
She sucked it into her mouth then twirled her tongue around in. “I taste wonderful,” she said with a smile.
She reached into my pants. The feel of her hand on my cock made my knees a little weak. I tore the bodice off of her and she giggled. “I like it when you play rough.”
“Oh, yeah?” I said, as I picked her up and threw her on to the hotel bed.
I grabbed her feet and pulled her legs up in the air. I kissed her ankles and calves through her fishnets. Her fingers were already dancing on her pussy, teasing her clit. I dropped my pants. My cock was already throbbing.
“Fuck me, Abe,” she said.
I pushed my cock into her and, suddenly, I was not dreaming of her in my hotel room anymore. The setting had changed to that awful place she went when she was not with me. We were in some horrible torture chamber. I tried to blot out the screams I heard coming through the walls. Beneath me, Alicia was writhing. Sighs and moans were rolling off her lips and I pounded her, pushing her legs closer and closer to her face.
“Listen to the screams, Abe,” she said.
And then she began to cum. Her chest heaved. I grabbed her nipples and twisted them harder and harder as my cock began to spasm. I felt the hard clenches shake through my body as the spurts of my jizz shot into her.
I collapsed on top of her.
***
I pushed myself up and noticed we were back in the hotel room, our sweaty bodies not completely naked and under the sheets.
I turned over on to my back and she curled up next to me with her head on my chest. I stroked her thick, black hair.
"What does it all mean?" I asked her.
She looked up at me for a moment with soft eyes. Then they got hard. "You haven't figured it out yet?"
I guess she was waiting for an answer and my silence sufficed.
"Oh, Abe, you poor soul. Well, you'll figure it out soon enough!" she said. Then she started to giggle; the giggle then turned into a laugh, which transformed into a cackle. Her mouth grew wider than any human mouth has a right to be.
I stared down her throat and saw such deep darkness.
I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. But I knew the revelation that she hinted was coming was not the kind you can hide from.
About Eric Keys
Eric Keys lives in the woods in the Southern United States. He enjoys writing dark fantasy, horror and – his favorite – horror erotica.
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One Hell of a First Date
by Corey Harper
For as long as Lucy Cole could remember, she’d wanted a man to dominate her. But only one who had the confidence to truly be dominant over her would win her submission. Sadly, far too many men thought they could do it, but could not maintain it over time because it was not their true nature.
Lucy had a different feeling about Zack Bonham.
From the moment they’d met at Starbucks, he’d looked her right in the eye. His energy was aggressive, but calm. He crackled with power, but paradoxically made her feel safe in his presence.
Oh yes, there was something very different about Mr. Bonham.
She raced around her tiny apartment, one eye on the clock. Why had her boss asked her to stay late to do filing she could easily have done the next morning? On Halloween, no less? And why had she said yes when she had plans? Why was the universe conspiring to keep her from her very first date with Zack Bonham?
She showered in record time, taking care n
ot to wet her waist-long blond hair. Soaping herself, she thought about the first time she saw him at Starbucks. Her hands slid down her lathered belly, her fingers drifting to her folds.
She had been at the back of the line behind him. She’d noticed how tight his cute little butt was, and how his torso flared into that muscular masculine “V” shape, even under his business dress shirt. But that wasn’t what had made her feel light-headed and doomed all at the same time, as he turned away from thanking the barista and caught her eyes with his.
It was that smile. More a smirk, really, as his lips seemed curled in perpetual amusement. Full lips. Hint of pink. Smirking pink. Like he knew a secret about her that even she didn’t know herself. That scared her. And it made her tingle between her thighs, like it was doing right now. She had an overpowering urge to feel him press his sensuous lips to hers, hard, rough, making her accept him. She couldn’t wait.
Of their own accord, her fingers stroked faster through her labia. She felt her tummy tighten, and a throbbing grow in her clit. When her index finger brushed the hardening little nub, she gasped.
She was close, but forced her hands away. If the night went well, Zack would be the one to make her come, and anyway she didn’t want to meet him already swampy. What message would that send?
She giggled. Probably exactly the one she wanted to send, but she preferred him to make that determination for himself.
She rinsed and toweled off quickly, and went into her bedroom. Glancing at her bedside clock, she saw she’d be late if she didn’t hurry. And if he was the type of man her instincts said he was, keeping him waiting would not bode well for her… perhaps even resulting in a spanking!
This time she giggled till she was gasping. She plopped down on the bed and took a few deep breaths till she felt calmer, then looked at the costume she’d laid out that morning.
A white button-up shirt, a little red plaid tie, and matching plaid skirt and white knee socks. As she touched the clothes, she wondered for a moment if the sexy schoolgirl outfit was too cliché. Probably it was, but men usually didn’t care, as long as it was slutty. Which this definitely was. And if a girl couldn’t play at being sexy on Halloween, when could she?
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