“Will I ever see you again?” His fingers lazily buttoned up his shirt while he sat on the opposite side of the bed to stall for time, hanging on to every second longer he had with her. The woman adjacent and behind him was naked underneath the bed sheets. Her hair was sandy blond and a wild mane down her shoulders, her skin dewy from her sweat and his. Her coal eyes didn’t meet his, but stared out to the trees that surrounded them in a forest clearing. The sky was black and moonless, the only light came from the white-collared man’s battery powered lantern sitting upon a mossy stump across from the out-of-place bed. “Perhaps, if you pay the toll once more. I will likely appear differently, depending on what your eyes truly wish to see,” the woman spoke dispassionately, ruefully gazing at nothing in front of her. He shrugged, collecting himself and his lantern. He left her in the dark of the forest. The moment the light of his lantern left, the bed beneath the woman collapsed like wet sand and crumbled back into the earth. Her naked body, no longer hidden by the bed sheet, landed on the forest floor with a soft whump.
The woman’s flesh began to slough off, dripping onto the ground. Her hair darkened into a thick black tar and her once blue eyes sank into its sockets. The fat and muscle of her body sucked inward as though to retreat into her bones. All that remained in the dark, quiet forest was a sinewy creature. Its face was elongated, resembling a horse-like being without eyes or ears. It crouched on all fours, its back hunched upward, and its shoulders pointed. The limbs, nails and posture of the creature looked feral, but its movements were slow, thoughtful and silent.
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By the next nightfall, another approaches the clearing. The creature perked its head up from its curled, sleeping position. A man shown himself from behind a tree, stretching his arm out to peer into the dark where an oil lamp lit his view. The man was in his mid-twenties, dressed plainly a black t-shirt and jeans worn at the bottom hems. His eyes looked sleepless, black hair disheveled, and his facial hair had grown out for several days, unkempt. The bony monstrosity shifted in its nest in the clearing, giving the man a start.
“Hello?” He called out tentatively into the dark. His oil lamp searched around, taking cautious steps forward over fallen twigs and bark. Finally, the light showed a familiar face to him. It was a girl dressed in a white tank top and black leggings. She was barefoot and her hair was brown, tied back away from her face. The man was confused. “Kimmy? What on Earth are you doing here?” He knelt in front of her, setting down the lamp on the nearby stump. The creature, who wore the guise of one ‘Kimmy’, spoke gently. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Her glossy lips tightened to a playful, flirtatious smile. “I…” He wasn’t sure how to explain himself. He had only heard from others about this place, a friend of a friend, a cousin of a cousin and so forth. How would he explain that men for many decades kept this sacred ground a secret for all this time? How could he reason that there was a strange entity that dwelled in these woods and granted deep, dark desires without one having to verbally confess them in their shame or guilt?
“You came here because you wanted me,” Kimmy cut him off, giggling in amusement. She crawled forward to him now, her eyes drifting to his belt. “W-What? What the fuck are you talking about?” He denied it, though he knew, at some point in their decades-long friendship, he had fantasized about her sexually. He spent a few occasions stroking himself to thoughts of her straddled on his face. Kimmy cackled now, as though to read the tangent going on in his mind before he even realized it himself. “I knew it,” she declared victoriously, “I knew you always wanted to fuck me.” Embarrassed, the man said nothing. His face flushed and he must have looked terrible, hiking deep into the forest for days to even find this place.
“Well?” Kimmy finally said to break the silence swelling between them. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” This was not the girl the man knew. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that this was not Kimmy, though it looked like her by all counts of every tiny detail of her physicality. “No, this… This isn’t what I want. Why are you here?” He started to feel a panic in his chest and began to call out to the trees as though they were listening. “This isn’t what I wanted!” He shouted desperately, beginning to feel as though the forces in the forest misunderstood him, as though a long-awaited wish was denied.
“Yes. It is.” Kimmy knocked him back and he did little to resist her. She had not bothered with his shirt, but pulled her flimsy tank top up over her head, then came her yoga pants rolling off her hips, over her thighs and kicked off from her ankles. The man could do nothing but stare at plains and mounds of milky white skin. His pants were not bothered to be parted from him completely, Kimmy decided. Instead, she unfastened the belt, button and zipper then pulled it down just low enough to tug his erection out from under his boxers.
She saddled on top of him, pressing a palm to his chest and he gasped when her slick vagina swallowed his shaft from tip to the base of his pelvis. He bucked upward, finding himself greedy after enduring Kimmy’s teasingly slow movements. His hands gripped either side of her hipbones and ground himself deeper into her. “Fuck…” he sighed in delight, his head swimming in a fog of bliss at the feel of her heat and wetness. Not that he noticed in the throes of his own sounds of ecstasy, Kimmy made no sound. No breaths, no sighs, no moans. The air only filled with his groans and whimpers.
A few more pumps upward into her and he choked out an orgasm, releasing himself deep inside of her and his head thrown back, spine arching and gasping for air. The orgasm was blinding, and Kimmy looked on, uninterested. “I knew you wanted me,” she whispered devilishly, smiling a toothy smile. The man’s body collapsed underneath her, his back flattening on the ground. His hands slipped from the sides of her hips and his head lolled to the side. His eyes went grey and lifeless. His mouth hung open from his gasping release. His body went cold. The light of the lamp dimmed and then… darkness.
“I knew you wanted me.”
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