I could feel the panic vibrating inside me and I started jerking against the dark sprites, I wanted to run away! This wasn't going to work! Several of the sprites took this chance to nibble at the little bits of flesh they could wrap their tiny jaws around. Their shriveled claws scratched overzealous ashen lines into my skin as they spread across me seeking better purchase. Trying their demon best they held me down as I bid them to earlier this wretched evening. Trust a sprite to get too worked up in worst possible way. Most worrisome were the little buggers crawling circles around my leg. They'd lost all manner of composure, driven mad by the wickedly festering acid burn. I swear I could feel their forked tongues lapping at my poisoned blood. I had miscalculated and now my stubborn hubris what coming home to roost.
Frankie's eyes glittered scarlet and gold as his tongue rolled out between his razor fangs, down from an ever widening jaw. The corners of his mouth turned up in a terrifying approximation of delight. His cat-bladed tongue slid between my thighs and licked up curling inside me. Everything comprising my whole existence screamed. I screamed in terror, in unbelievable pain. Everything was a bright white blinding sensation completely outside the ability of any mortal to process.
Collapsing under his sheer ecstasy, the fellbeast finally gave in, biting down across my entire body. I vaguely experienced his fangs ripping into my legs, my shoulders, wrapping around to slice through my back. After each moment had stretched as close to an eternity as a moment could be pulled, the crystals finally kicked in.
Frankie started making a gut wrenching noise I can only imagine was a scream. As the sound of steel nails scratching down a blackboard of glass rang through my head I felt every piece of him soften as every bit of me hardened. My skin turned to leather as it pushed back against the invading teeth. My flesh knit itself back together and my muscles condensed to stone, impenetrable, unmovable. Frankie's eyes locked on mine as his body slowly disintegrated around me. His acid spit turned to a cooling salve. His fangs disappeared. His tongue smoothed, no longer the barbed sand paper nightmare from before and the hell beast took one last swirl inside me for good fucking measure. Finally the golden demon eyes that were staring through my soul a moment earlier shifted and the lights within evaporated.
Every shred of fur, every claw, even the dark sprites dissolved away; vanquished. I looked down at my naked body as the last of the wounds glazed over with a pink shimmer. When the last, deepest punctures in my torso disappeared, the crystal bracelet exploded, leaving me, paradoxically, the only scar from the encounter.
The only visual scar.
Frankie left me with one final horrible gift. Hunters walk around laden with these gifts. If we survive at all there is usually one lasting memory that will never fade. I call them gifts; we've already established my affinity for irony. For the rest of my most likely short and tortured life, I will never forget the abject pleasure I felt from that beast's tongue driving inside me. I'll always relive the sensation of my invincible body getting wet for a fucking fellbeast.
