She danced along the railing of the human structure that was slowly falling apart. It was a beautiful ruin that I sometimes enjoyed lazing about on, enjoying the moonlight and the quiet of my domain. The woman was unsteady on her feet as oddly smelling smoke puffed from her supple lips, but she only laughed at herself as she caught her balance once more.
Despite the laughter falling from her lips, there was sadness rolling off of her. I could taste it thickly in the air, so I let myself sip it little by little, rolling it around in my mouth until I was sated, but I quickly realized that just one small taste could never satisfy me.
I moved closer, hoping that the shadows would continue to conceal me. Most of my long body was hidden beneath the dark water, and I moved along the bottom with ease, noiselessly avoiding obstacles. I knew this swamp inside and out. The waters bent to my will, and the creatures bowed in my presence.
I wondered… Would this girl bow as well? Or would I be forced to crush her until she bent the knee? The thought had me salivating and moving even closer, until I could clearly make out the whites of her gray eyes as they glinted in the moonlight. She was a beautiful human, which I found rather rare. Humans were dull creatures physically. They were fragile, careless, and afraid of their own shadows.
This one was sad, impossibly so. With my tongue tasting the air, I collected her scents, realizing that no, she wasn’t just sad, she was broken, completely and utterly broken, with barely a shred of life left in her. She raged inside. Hatred boiled her blood, and regret clouded her busy mind.
I decided to test the waters, letting my presence be known to the creatures around us. The crickets quieted, and the very wind stilled around us, letting the woman’s silvery tendrils fall into her face. She stared out over my waters, eyes searching, but for what? She had no idea, not yet. Not until I was ready.
I whispered to her, letting the melodic sound of my voice wrap around her, caressing her skin and kissing the nape of her neck. She visibly shivered, making me chuckle to myself. She must have heard me, because every cell of her luscious human body went taut.
Delicious… Fucking delectable…
Soon, that fear would belong to me. That pain, that sadness, that vile regret, I would drink it from her veins after I tasted her flesh. I would savor each morsel of her until there was nothing left but the echoes of her screams.
But not tonight. Tonight, I was content to wait and watch, letting my laughter trail behind her as she fled from my waters.
Iris
After hosing myself down behind the house, freezing my fucking ass off in the process, I sat in front of the fireplace in my underwear for the next three hours. I still wasn't ready to head upstairs for a shower just yet. Maybe tomorrow. Luckily, my dad had a massive stack of old wood still in place so I didn’t have to forage for wood outside with the swamptopus. Instead, I just sat there, staring into the flames, while Kevin and Kyle lounged on the floor next to me.
“I’m telling you, it was a tentacle,” I told Kyle, who blinked his bright blue eyes at me as if to say,Mother, please spare us your craziness for just one day.Running my fingers through my now very tangled hair, I let out a long, tired sigh. “Fuck this place, man…”
Kevin let out a creaky meow in response without opening his eyes as he stretched out, warming his naked skin in the heat of the fire. I didn’t blame either of them. They were my only companions in this whole world, and they were probably sick and tired of hearing me scream at the voices in my head. Now, we had a monster in the swamp? Fuck, I was losing it.
The wind picked up outside, knocking tree branches against the side of the house. When I was little, the noises used to scare me, so I’d sneak into bed with Magnolia, who was always the more logical and levelheaded of the two of us. She would explain every creak and crack of the old house, telling me about how when it was hot, wood expands, and when it was cold, it contracts, and that was why it sounded like the walls themselves were coming alive.
Mags wasn’t here to talk me out of my head anymore, though. No, all that remained of her was the blood still dried to the wood floor upstairs and the scratches her nails made in the walls.
I looked up at the high ceiling. Her room was directly over my head, mine about ten more feet to the left, while my parents’ room was all the way on the other side of the landing and up one floor. I lay back on my makeshift bed of dusty couch pillows and the one sleeping bag I’d brought with me, still staring at the dark ceiling, watching the shadows of the trees from the slightly open curtains dance in front of the moonlight.
My eyes were heavy as I blinked, trying not to doze off. In the back of my head, all I could hear was the sound of that laughter, while the image of the dark, slimy tentacles played on repeat in my head. I shivered, despite the fire’s warmth, as I drifted off to sleep.
* * *
I wokeup to the sound of my own moan.
My thighs were parted as I arched my back at the feel of a textured tongue running up the slit of my pussy. It was hot and wet, applying pressure once it reached myveryswollen clit. Hips rocking, I groaned again, my hands coming up automatically to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples that were already hard and sensitive.
Fuck, that feels good… Wait a second, what feels good? Nothing should feel like anything…
My eyes flew open after a few seconds of ecstasy, once realization began to dawn on me. Darkness hovered overhead—pitch blackness where the roof of the old house should have been. If I didn’t know any better I would have said my eyelids were still closed. I blinked several times as I tried to get my bearings. Still, the tongue laved at me, devouring my wet, contracting pussy until my thighs were quivering.
What a normal person would have done in this situation was get up and leave, maybe even kick out a foot at whomever broke into their house to eat them out. Except I’d never claimed to be a normal person, and to be honest…this wasn’t exactly my weirdest Saturday night.
After blinking the sleep from my eyes, the blackness that hovered over me deepened. It became somewhat solid, like a living mass of…something. Or was it…someone? I raised my head, trying to see down my body, which I assumed was still laid out in front of the fireplace that had long gone out. A heavy weight pressed me right back down to the sleeping bag and held me still. I couldn’t move.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
With my heart in my throat, my breathing became labored. “What the hell is this?” My words were strangled as my clit throbbed with every wet swipe. The torment was building like a smoldering flame just under my belly button, traveling down and down until I could feel it deep in my core. “Who’s there…?” I gritted out, the words again strangled and halfway moaned, which I wasn’t proud of, but whatever was licking and sucking me was doing a far better job than about ninety percent of the partners I’d had.
As I attempted to fight back, my hands were batted away by…shadows? That was what it looked like at least. Forced to my sides, my arms were locked in place, but all I felt was a warmth covering every inch of my skin. It was like I was blind and paralyzed, save for every nerve ending firing at once.
I’d felt like this before. Well, aside from the licking. There was a name for it too—sleep paralysis. The logical part of my brain said this was just a dream, like so many fuckhead psychiatrists had tried to tell me, but it felt so damn real.
Above me, there was a sudden noise, like the creaking and cracking of steps on centuries-old hardwood flooring, as if there were someone up there, walking around in what used to be Magnolia’s room. My heart thudded against my rib cage painfully as I tried to fight the pressure holding me in place, but the pleasure was growing so intense that any moment, my brain would be mush.