Author's note:
This story is dedicated to Linda, who talked me into creating a set of stories all set within a fictional world inhabited with magic and mythical creatures... This is the second such installment but all are stand alone tales so you can enjoy it without needing to read the other first.
Warning:
This story contains humans having sex with one or more mythical beasts/creatures/things. If that disturbs you or you don't like the idea then stop reading now!
Imagine, if you will, a world where magic is real and creatures of myth and legend not only exist but interact with people. A world with huge cities and tiny villages, high rocky mountains and deep clear lakes, dense forests and sparse deserts. A place where anything can happen and people can find themselves in any situation. That is the Fabled Lands and this is one of its many stories...
Howling For It
Twenty minutes ago...
She'd not come to him last night, had something happened to her? Thoughts of her injured, or worse, filled his mind, unbidden.
No, she had to be alright or he would know. All his senses were on edge now and he was picking up no sensations that she was hurt. Still he couldn't shake that thought, of her lying in an alleyway dying, her throat cut.
He paced back and forth in his room. His mind was a jumble of confused thoughts. He wondered what he should do? Possible options presented themselves such as locking himself away, but that required another person to complete. He couldn't attach shackles to both his arms by himself after all, and if he still had one arm free he could escape.
So what else? The only other option that would come into his mind was to go out onto the streets. Leave this place and go to her. But that was unthinkable, he couldn't dare risk it, shouldn't dare. Yet he couldn't bring himself to push the thought away entirely.
He thought about it as best he could in his muddled head. He knew he probably should stay put, lock the doors and hope to see through the night, but the thought of her kept rising in his mind and the desire to see her was becoming overwhelming. It was almost like a physical need, a gnawing itch that wouldn't go away.
As he thought, a painful sensation spread down his back and made him whimper and drop to his knees. His skin felt like it was on fire, a sensation like electricity flowed all over him. Time was running out.
He gathered his thoughts and made a decision. He dragged himself to his feet and lurched to the door, pulling it open. With a glance up to the cloud covered growing moon in the night sky, Henry plunged into the darkness of the city streets.
Elsewhere at the same time...
She paced nervously. Would he be alright? Had she done the right thing in not going to see him yesterday? Nagging doubts filled her head as she waited.
He had made her promise. Should she have broken her word, as she had? That was all that kept running through her head as she looked out of the window and saw the moon rising. It looked especially bright that night, even with the clouds that passed across its face.
She hoped he would understand why she had done it. She loved him so much, this was the only way she could fully know him, however. If he came to her that was. But of course he would, where else would he go? She was sure. Although there was always that little doubt in the back of her mind questioning if she had been wrong, if she'd miscalculated.
Trying to block out those thoughts, she focused on conjuring up his face in her mind, seeing his easy smile and the way he'd wink at her cheerily when they were together. That helped, but still the unwanted thought persisted. What would happen if he didn't come? Who would be found dead tomorrow morning? And what would happen if the town found out the truth?
Tessa began to pace again and listened for any sound that would indicate his arrival. For long minutes all she heard was the sounds of her own breath and bare feet hitting the hard floor, until...
Now...
She stopped pacing and smiled as the unlocked door creaked open slowly, only by an inch or two then it swung closed again, but it was enough to make her heart beat faster.
The door swung open violently after the first tentative push, slamming so hard against the wooden frame that it was in danger of splitting, and the shape of a large man stood silhouetted in the gloom. He was clearly distressed, his breath coming in deep rasping gasps, shoulders heaving as he stared into the room, at the woman whom he both loved and, at that moment, hated.
"Henry!" Tessa said and held out her arms for him to come to her. She was naked, a gesture that she meant no harm, that she held nothing of herself back from him.
"You didn't come to me last night!" Henry said in a harsh tone, ignoring her nakedness completely, not even noticing it. His brow was sweaty, dark brown hair sticking to his skin as his eyes stared fixedly forwards, blazing.
He was in pain, his skin felt too tight as if it was stretched. A strange electric feeling was filling his head, making thoughts fuzzy and hard to control. It was all horribly familiar. Ten years he'd been living this way, ten long years since the attack which had changed his life, and yet never did it get any easier.