Short Story: Evening Delights

 He hadn't been on a date in a while, like AWHILE. And he knew this woman. They'd gone out several times before and he knew how the evening would end. So how could he be expected to not be a bit fidgety with anticipation throughout dinner? 

 He barely tasted his food, couldn't even remember what he had ordered. All he could think about was the gorgeous woman sitting across from him. Blonde curls, black dress, red lips, a dusting of freckles across her cheeks. He liked the way she smiled at him. 

 The way to the hotel was a blur. A flash of rainy streets and cars. There was a moment together in the elevator when they kissed and the raindrops in her hair wet his hands. In the privacy of their room, he let his touch wander. Moving his hands down her back, waist, legs, then moving them up, lifting the hem of her dress. He accidentally tickled her thighs with his fingertips and she giggled, turning around and moving her hair away from her zipper. Despite his eagerness, he unzipped her slowly. Savoring the sight of her, and the way she glanced over her shoulder at him; eyes alight with desire. 

 He kissed down her back as her dress dropped to the floor and then she took his hands, leading him to the bed. Before she fell back onto the mattress, she had discarded his shirt, much more aggressively then he had removed her dress, and he chuckled to himself thinking it must have been awhile for her too. 

  He grabbed onto her thick thighs and pulled her legs wide so he could dive into her depths. A shiver ran through her whole body and he grazed his teeth against her inner thighs. He kissed her skin, traveling down between her legs. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging encouragingly, and he finally pressed his l against her clit, licking slowly, teasingly until her grip on him tightened. Then he switched back and forth between slipping his tongue inside her, plunging deeply, and sucking on her slit. 

 He was rewarded for his efforts with her sweet gasps and moans; the squeeze of her legs around his head. When she started shaking he focused all his mouth's attention on her clit, and worked his fingers into her, rubbing and curling. She bit her lip to strangle the sound she made when she orgasmed. She must have bitten hard because he tasted copper when she yanked him up by his hair to kiss him harshly. 

 "Are you ready for your turn?" She asked through heavy breaths. 

 "Please," he said, it was what he had been waiting for all day. 

 She got up from the bed, parted with a softer kiss, and sat alone in the dark, waiting for her to prepare herself in the other room. He couldn't stop the bounce of his leg, he was almost painfully hard, just waiting. The beautiful woman returned, framed in the light of the next room, dressed in black lingerie and a black strap-on he'd become familiar with. She came to him, unbearable slowly, and reached out the scratch at the stubble under his chin.

 "Are you ready?" She asked, her voice dropping sensually.

 "Yes, please, I'm ready." He said, feeling something akin to desperation.

 "Turn around." She told him. 

 He obeyed immediately, flipping around and planting his feet on the floor and palms on the sheets. Her soft hands grazed against his hips as she reached around to undo his belt and her nails scrapped against his skin as she pulled his pants and boxers down. He truly couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't have to. She pressed, sharp and quick, into his pre-prepared ass and he almost lost his footing for a second. He hissed at the sensation, and only had a second to recover before she was pounding into him. The moans were pulled from his throat with each thrust and her hands rubbed up and down his back, occasionally scratching him. He let himself fade away into the feelings, the sounds, and the darkness of the room. His partner had leaned over, moving more slowly and planting kisses on his neck and shoulders, whispering words he couldn't quite make out, but the tone was intoxicating. 

 When her hand wrapped around his dripping dick, she sped up once again, going harder than before and stocking him. The combination of feelings was ruining him, and he was losing his ability to restrain himself. He cummed hot into her hand, faster then he wanted, but the relief seeped through his skin and into his bones. He let himself lay onto the sheet, in his own mess and the blonde wiggled her way up under his arm and embraced him, whispering those sweet unintelligible words to him once again. 

Halloween Count Down 2023: Rising Tides, Fallen Creatures Part 2

     Time was a strange thing for an immortal. The world seemed to change far too quickly around them, and yet, it felt so achingly slow. But not when he was with them. When he sat by the water staring into those dark eyes, it was like time didn't pass at all. 

    Days flowed into weeks, and months. Arche came every night at high tide to meet Killock. He was fairly sure a killock was a type of anchor and didn't know if it was their real name, but it was what they had asked to be called. Communication had been difficult at first. He found out that the reason he didn't understand the mermaid's words, was because they weren't words at all. Killock just enjoyed all the sounds they could make on the surface, thus why they came there to sing. How they actually communicated involved a form of sign language that took Arche some time to decipher. However, now that they could understand each other, he was more compelled to keep the mermaid's company.  

    He saw the world from an outsider's perspective. The perspective of a man who had once been human but was no longer. Killock saw the world as an outsider as well, but they had never been human to begin with. They had an insatiable curiosity, and so many questions. Mortal things that had become boring and monotone to Arche, were made shiny and new when seen through Killock's eyes. They breathed life into the Vampire's eternity. The connection he felt was becoming more of an obsession and it didn't go unnoticed. 

    The thing about Vampires is that there weren't very many left in the days of neon lights and towers built to the skies; That made all of them incredibly nosey about each other's business. The gossip was in the covens, the night clubs, and the ballrooms. Arche, one of the Old Ones, was enamored with a mortal. A strange and interesting mortal, but a mortal nonetheless. Arche had no idea how long the mermaid would live, and frankly he had no desire to know. It would only haunt him, and he didn't want death, who stalked his entire afterlife, to ruin those quiet blissful nights he desperately tried to keep to himself. 

    It was one of those nights. The moon shining silver light upon the two of them, and Arche trying to keep up with the deft hands of the mermaid, as they tried to share the story of another mermaid who had disappeared into a sea witch's lair. A strange tale that should have interested the vampire, but he couldn't pay attention to the words the mermaid tried to convey. Only their hands. Hands that looked far too soft. Hands that looked far too tempting. He couldn't remember the last time he just wanted to touch someone without the desire to feed looming in his heart. Surely the last time must have been when he was still human. With Killock it was no different. As much as he wanted to touch just for the feeling, there was a shadow whispering in his ear, wondering if they tasted like saltwater or fish. 

    He wouldn't let himself. Too many times had he ruined something precious because he could only manage to think with his stomach or his dick. 

    He was startled from his thoughts by Killock diving back into the water, disappearing underneath the waves with a heavy splash. He cursed himself, only now realizing that someone had approached the two of them. Slinking from the shadows like a snake, was a red-headed vampire he recognized. 

    "What do you want?" He snapped at her.

    

    "Is that anyway to talk to an old friend?" She asked. 

    "We are not friends." He said.

    She sat beside him to his grievance, and he moved away from her with blatant intention. 

    

    "We're all worried about you Arche." She said, in her soft voice that he knew was like honey to her prey. "It's not good for a man to sit in the dark pinning for something he can't have. The moonlight can drive a man mad."

    "I've been mad," he said irritation clear in his tone. "And it's none of your concern."

    "Meddling with mortals is dangerous enough." She lectured. "Meddling with whatever that is... you can't be sure what this will bring, but it won't be anything good." 

    "If that's all you came here for, I think I'll be leaving." He said, sure that Killock would not return that night. 

    "Good call." She said as he turned his back. "Dawn will be coming soon." 

    There was something in the inflection of her words, something in her tone that set him on edge. He should have been more wary, but as he slipped into the crypt he called home, his head was only filled with waves, and moonlight. He wasn't ready when a group of vampires jumped him. It was ridiculous how easy he went down to a group of rats so much younger than him, and he raged against the stone of his ancient coffin as they sealed him in. There was no thought, no time, as he slammed his fists endlessly against the stone lid. They had to have done something to prevent him from escaping because he had never struggled with the weight of his coffin lid before. He screamed until his throat was raw, and beat his tomb until his knuckles bled. 

At last, stone cracked, and metal  snapped. He burst from the coffin in a rain of debris and blood, and roared like the best hidden beneath his flesh. The sun was already settling once more and he charged out of the crypt, too blinded by his own rage to heed the burn of the evening sun on his skin. 

He needed to find Killock.

He ran through city streets uncaring of people or cars. Uncaring of his burns or who saw them. He truly had gone mad. By the time he reached the ocean shore, the sun had fully set and he was guided by moonlight. His body was failing him, exhaustion taking over, and the burning heat of his wounds setting in. He collapsed on the rocks, unable to move. He laid in the dark, only able to hear the sound of waves and he feared he was too late. Then the singing began. 

He tried to push himself up onto his elbows, reaching towards the water, and the song cut off with a sharp gasp. In moments cold hands were touching his face and Killock released a stream of distressed cries and hums. 

"Y-you need to go." Arche choked out. 

Killock went silent and the look on their face was heartbroken and confused.

"You need to go as far as you can and never come back." He said more firmly. "You aren't safe here." 

Killock stared at him as if thinking deeply and tried to sign something to him, but his vision was getting blurry and they were signing too quickly.

"Kil I don't understand." He mumbled, the blur becoming black spots. 

They grabbed his face with both hands and forced him to look up, then tilted their head back. Offering. 

Black vision went red. The voice that thirsted was screaming. There was no more reason in him. He didn't remember getting on his knees, but in mere seconds, charred skin pressed against dripping skin, as his arms wrapped around the mermaid. The salt water stung against his burns, but the pain was almost part of the experience. He sunk his teeth into Killock's neck, who gasped hard and gripped onto him tightly, their fingernails digging into his back. It was euphoria. Pain, blood, and the taste of salt; just like he had imagined. His wounds healed, his stamina returned, and slowly so did his senses. He released Killock, fear rolling in as soon he realized what he'd done. The mermaid was limp in his arms for a moment and he couldn't breath. 

Then Killock's arms tightened around him and they moved their hands from his back up to grip his hair. Soft lips pressed feather kisses up his neck, and jaw, and Arche could have choked on his relief. Then reality hit. The source of his obsession was touching him. Kissing him. The gravity of their situation couldn't touch that moment, and having already committed the most egregious sin he could have, indulged himself. 

Hands moved over supple skin and rough scales. Lips traced over shoulder and neck, catching droplets of salt water. Fingers tangled into wet hair. He licked the blood from the mermaid's bite wound, tasting them again. It was Killock who yanked him by his hair into a brutal kiss. It was heat, pain, and bliss. The moan that left the mermaid's mouth was the last string of his sanity. He was too far gone to ever turn back. 

Shadows emerged from the dark, and this time he was ready for them. His body was practically vibrating, his senses sparking like live wires. He knew that he was stronger, that they wouldn't be able to touch him. He let go of Killock, who was reluctant to release his grip, but was coaxed into sitting on the shore. Arche turned on those who would intrude upon his reverie, and he didn't hold back on them either. As he tore the fledgling vampires apart, he was conscious of Killock's eyes watching him. He may have felt something akin to guilt or shame if the blood lust had not so thoroughly taken hold of him. By the time he was finished, the sands were darkened with blood that seeped into the water. He wasn't hurt physically but there was an ache in his soul, and he thought for a moment that was getting too old for this. The adrenaline in his veins gave him stark clarity, and he knew he had to let this go 

He returned to the mermaid's side, who had not moved or made a single sound since the killing began. 

"You need to go." He said again. "There will be more of them"

To his surprise, Killock shook his head furiously and grabbed onto his arms. 

"You won't be safe here." He said. "I need to go as well." 

Killock looked resolute as they signed to him, "If we must go, it will be together. Meet me here tomorrow night. Trust me, beloved." 

Beloved. Had he really become so soft as to be undone by one word? 

*****

They met at the shore one last time, but this meeting was different. Killock stepped out of the water on wavering legs, looking tired and signing vaguely about some kind of deal. It didn't matter much to Arche how it happened, all that mattered was that they could leave. 

He looked down into eyes once black, now turned blue and wrapped them up in his arms. They shared a brief kiss, knowing they didn't have much time, and he held Killock up as they ran away into the night, backs to the ocean. 

Part 1: https://mangothoughtswritingblog.blogspot.com/2023/10/halloween-count-down-2023-rising-tides.html

Halloween Count Down 2023: Rising Tides, Fallen Creatures - Part 1

  

Request from - Jordan The Goblin Queen 

Mermaid X Vampire, Forbidden Love, Happily Ever After

  Since mortals took their first breath, they have sat in the shadows of night and told stories to chase away the darkness. Vampires were no different. Perhaps it was because they were once mortals themselves, or perhaps they needed it more because darkness was all they had. Regardless of the reason why, Arche came to hear a myth from the vampire who sired him. 

    The story goes that the ocean was once quiet and still. So still that the surface shone like a pane of glass, and you could see clear to the ocean floor, where gods most mysterious creatures swam and danced in the coral and seaweed. One day a mortal, who had traveled far from the place of mankind's birth and stood in the clear water. It was the first mortal that the ocean had ever seen, and they couldn't help but admire the human as much as the human admired them. The mortal came every single day just to wade into the water, and stare into the ocean's depths. Soon it became apparent that the mortal could hear the ocean's true voice, something many of the other gods could not even do, and they became inseparable. The mortal would not travel farther away than the beach, and they would speak late into the night, sharing all their hearts secrets with each other. The deeper their connection became, the more the other gods took notice, and could not condone such a union of mortal and immortal. It wasn't enough for them to simply dispose of the mortal. The gods wanted to make an example of them. The mortal was sent away to the moon, where the ocean would know they were imprisoned and be ever reminded. From that day forth the ocean was no longer quiet or still. It churned, rolled, and raged. Waves breaking the surface to reach out high, to the one they loved. Each century that passed the ocean grew more violent, but no matter how much they raged, the waves could never reach the moon. 

    It was a tragic tale, but also a silly one. At the very least Arche didn't believe it was true. In all likelihood it was the creation of an older vampire, lamenting their immortality, probably even their own lost love. Though he thought it was silly, the story still stuck with him for many years as he wandered the earth in solitude. Many nights he would even find himself at the ocean's edge, seeking some kind of solace. Many nights, he would find himself feeling more alone. This night was not one of them. 

    On this night he sat upon a large rock, dipping his legs into the lapping waves, unable to feel the chill of the water or the winds. When he first heard the sound, he thought that he was finally going mad, but it grew louder and clearer. A gentle voice was singing an eerie song, in a language he could not speak, yet the emotion behind it, he could understand. Something out there in the waters was grieving. He peered through the dark farther than a normal man could have seen and caught sight of a head and shoulders bobbing up and down in the water. He was sure in his bones that it was the source of the mournful aria. Against thought or reason, he stepped into the night black water. The splash he made must have been enough for the stranger to hear it over the sound of the waves because their head swiveled in his direction, cutting off the song. It didn't move at first, until he took another step, and it slowly made its way towards him. He took yet another step and he could see their face in the dark. The face of the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Alive or undead. 

    

    Their features were uncanny, the angles too sharp, the surfaces too smooth, the eyes too dark. Yet he was mesmerized and once they were close enough that he could reach his arm out and touch them, he had to use all of his will to keep his hands at his sides. Stranger still, his gaze traveled down passed a bare, flat chest, and to scaled hips. Yes, scaled. Blue-green iridescent scales caught the barest amount of light and shone through the water, from their hips all the way down their... their fish tail. 

    "Are you real?" he asked, his voice so quiet it was almost lost on the waves. 

    The being simply tilted their head at him and observed intently, as though he was the unbelievable thing. Then he recalled that he was, in fact, an unbelievable thing. So, he stood there and let the-... well, the mermaid, observe him. They tried to say something to him, but it was in that language he didn't understand; couldn't even identify. 

    

    "I'm sorry I don't know what you're trying to say." He told them, unsure if his words would even have a meaning.

    The mermaid was silent for a moment, then without warning, stuck their fingers directly into Arche's mouth and poked at his fangs. He jumped out of his skin before he realized what was happening. An unexpected laugh bubbled up from his chest, as he gently pulled their hands away, the taste of sea water spreading across his tongue. The mermaid laughed back, and he couldn't tell if they were laughing at him or just copying the sound. They sunk back into the water and disappeared with a glimmer and splash. IT happened so fast, that he could only stand there, soaking wet, and wondering if it had happened at all. Time did funny things to a man's mind, mortal or immortal. 

    He tried to return to the spot after the sun had risen, but the tide had gone down and there were only rocks and sand to be found. He tried to forget about it... for a while. 

     After several days of his thoughts filling with freezing water and the taste of salt, he returned again to the shore. This time he came at night again when the tide was high, and water lapped at the rocks once more. He wasn't sure what he expected but he sat at the rocks, and he waited. The night was clearer than before, the moon shining down bright, lighting up the surface of the waves. The reflections played tricks on his eyes, and he was starting to become very certain he had lost his mind. 

    Then he heard the voice.

    The song it sang was different this time, still eerie, but not a sound of mourning. He caught sight of them out in the water, looking directly at him. They came closer, leaning over the edge of the rocks to examine him again as before, still singing with a wistful look on their uncanny, beautiful face. 

    He knew in that moment that he would keep coming back to this place. 

    That he would keep coming back to them.

    

Part 2: https://mangothoughtswritingblog.blogspot.com/2023/10/halloween-count-down-2023-rising-tides_11.html