The Acolyte
Copyright 2007 by Mary Harris [aka redplanetes]
Chapter 3
Helen and Mena sat on the dark porch, talking in hushed voices, as though the darkness was too sacred to speak loudly in. "My creature affected my dreams. I don't know how to describe it. It was... as though his spirit just drifted over into mine. I felt that joy, that hunger, that ...unbelieveable age." Helen fell silent again for a while. "I should try to sleep, that would be a way for me to tell when..."
Mena could see it was useless for her aunt to turn in; Aunt Hel was almost glowing with anticipation. The girl was struggling to stay awake, though, and as the woman talked and the crickets sang, she kept drifting off.
Mena jerked awake. Something had changed suddenly. The crickets were silent, and her aunt was opening the screen door, walking down the steps. That was when Mena saw the dark shape of a man standing in the yard, a few feet from the house. She reached instinctively for the long knife at her side, stood slowly, body tensed for a fight. In the dim starlight, he looked like trouble; he was strangely dressed in a long coat and a battered wide-brimmed hat.
Aunt Hel approached him silently, put one hand on his arm and the other around his shoulder, grasping the long, messy tail of white hair in her fist. Then the man clutched her to him and they were kissing passionately, almost violently. The man's hat was knocked off, he nuzzled her neck; Aunt Hel gasped in obvious pleasure. Mena was frozen, gaping and uncomprehending.
The shadowy man slowly ran a hand up Aunt Hel's front, feeling and squeezing her breast, then the hand drifted up further, suddenly closed on the collar of her shirt and ripped downwards. Aunt Hel gave a little squeal of glee and yanked the coat off one shoulder of her ...what? Mena's mind was a mosh pit of confusion and disbelief. Who the hell was this guy? The man growled audibly, raising hairs on the back of her neck; he was running his face up between her aunt's exposed breasts. The girl watched, fascinated, horrified. Then it got better, or worse.
The man whipped her aunt around so he was pressed against her back, nuzzling her neck, still growling. The look of bliss on her aunt's upturned face was unmistakeable. She ground her hips back into his body, and he tore at her pants frantically. Mena's mouth dropped open as the man thrust himself into Aunt Hel. Holy shit. They were fucking like dogs right in front of her, and she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. Aunt Hel was making small cries and moans; the man was grunting and growling. They staggered around the yard, a bent convulsing pornographic lawn ornament. Aunt Hel gasped loudly, breathed out, "aaahh, god..." then cried out as her body arched. The man buried his face in her hair, made a strange strangled moan, then turned his head away and pounded her with renewed fury, shuddered violently as he came.
Mena remembered how to breathe as she stared at the panting couple still bent together in the yard. This really happened. Right in front of me. Aunt Hel. Her face felt hot with desire at what she'd just witnessed.
After a moment they straightened, the man running a hand up Aunt Hel's body, making her tremble. "Oh, you are such a sexy beast." She chuckled, looked down. "And still hard on clothes." A low, growly laugh answered. She stepped over and picked up the man's hat, handed it to him. As he put it back on, she said, "I have someone for you to meet." Mena's heart flipped.
A completely naked Aunt Hel walked back up the steps, leading the stranger. She chuckled as she passed the gaping, flushed, wide-eyed Mena, reached to turn the porch light on. The stranger who had just fucked the shit out of Aunt Hel looked like a very mean, very old man. But ...somehow not. Then he smiled, and the resemblance crashed away. He was not human. Definitely not. Something shifted into place in her mind, and she realized this was the thing on the wall, the 'Bat out of Hell", her Aunt Hel's Guy. It all made sense, yet she felt like reality had just peeled up and blown away. Until this moment, she hadn't really believed, deep down, that she'd ever see the living, breathing creature, that somehow it must be a joke, or a figment of her aunt's twisted imagination. Mena blinked hard, breathed deeply. "Whoa. This is intense." She jumped as the creature laughed loudly; it was like boulders striking each other.
She realized why she had taken so long to connect the creature her aunt had shown her on the ulu, and they'd both seen nailed to a barn wall, with the ...guy... standing in front of her. He was wearing clothes, a coat and hat anyway, and didn't looked shriveled up and mummified anymore. Also, those huge wings were not in evidence... Must be hidden under the coat.
Without warning the creature was against her, sniffing her, grasping her arms with powerful hands so she couldn't move away. It smelled her face, her neck, breathing deeply. Something flipped inside her, her heart skipped a beat. Those deadly-looking teeth were near her throat, but she shivered and leaned her head back. The monster growled softly, ...chuckled!
"Smells like you," it said in an incredibly deep and rough voice, as it straightened and looked back at Aunt Hel.
"My sister's daughter, Mena. She's sort of a ...protege" She grabbed a housecoat from the back of a chair, shrugged into it. "She's an eater, too. I think you could teach her a few things..." Aunt Hel smirked, glancing at them both. Mena flushed, her heart pounding. Does she mean...?
But the monster stepped back to her aunt, smelled of her deeply, almost... tenderly. After a moment it grumbled, "Eat. Must eat..." Aunt Hel chuckled. "Yes, go. We'll come to the Womb tomorrow." The creature gave its awful leer and then strode back out; Mena heard a muffled whoosh from the yard, then there was nothing but the soft returning crickets.
"So...?" Aunt Hel leaned against a chair, head tilted, smiling at her niece.
"Oh Aunt Hel, you are so right. He is absolutely the perfect guy. Very, very weird, but perfect." She sat down hard. "I think I'm gonna pass out now." The woman laughed; the girl looked at her aunt. "You always were so different from anyone in the family, hell, from anyone else I know. But wow, You've really been hiding just how wild you are, haven't you? I mean..." she rolled her eyes around to the yard.
Helen laughed again, loud and long. "You mean our little reunion?" Mena nodded, smiling dazedly. "He's not inhibited. No, not at all. And I knew you'd get over it."
The girl blew out a breath. "That was hot, Aunt Hel, very hot. I didn't know you had it in you!"
Helen smiled, half-closed her eyes. "Oh Maenad, what you don't know..."
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Helen felt wind against her skin, a warm caress. The wind welcomed her, called her home, carried the songs and scents of the land; it was gentle as air and relentless as death. She let it guide her to her desire - warm sweat, pulsing blood, eyes widening, fear lashing out like heat lightning. The hungry earth drank up the spilled blood; red sank down and sprang up again green. The green reached into the wind, leaves and blades of grass uplifted in adoration. The wind laughed, smiled a starry night wide, carried her away like a lover.
End Chapter 3
Music for Chapter 3: 'My Thang' by James Brown, 'Mistral Wind' by Heart
The Acolyte and illustrations Copyright 2007 by Mary Harris [aka redplanetes]
~plagarists will be flayed alive~
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