This series is about something I don't see a lot; a guy getting attacked by tentacles. So lot's of non consensual gay monster sex. Enjoy!
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When you're hunting for your lost fiance in the wilderness, make sure you pack better than I did.
Rations were running low. My strength to hike these endless mountains was running thin. And my overall sanity was depleting as I went for day after day without contact with another human being.
It was difficult to get any sort of cell service out here. Satellite-oriented phones exist, but they were expensive. I opted for a cheaper version that could be used in emergencies or if I was beyond what I was capable of. Which could be coming up soon, depending on how many of these burgers I scarfed down tonight.
The wildlife was concerning. I could hear them prowling around outside every night, wondering what to do with the intruder in their midst. I used the usual methods of tying the food in a tree and far from camp. A shotgun was always close at hand,, but I couldn't admit to being a great shot.
I slept off what might be my last night. Without food to go on, I would have to call the emergency line on the sat phone, and pay for an expensive ride back to civilization via helicopter. I doubt they gave those rides for free.
The person dragging me out all this was my fiance. Poor woman just wanted to go on a fun little camping trip with her friends before the wedding planning got into full swing and her free time fades away. But then we get a frantic call from one of said friends during the trip, saying my bride to be had gone missing. Just disappeared in the middle of the woods.
It didn't help that the news had was going wild over the existence of 'magical creatures' lately. Centaurs exist! And so do fairies! The world was reeling from this new information. There were plenty that loved living among magnificent creatures, but many that feared them. I was one of those the feared them, convinced that my fiance had fallen victim to one.
So it was up to me, one of the few people in our family with any outdoorsman experience, to hunt her down. No rescue party wanted a hand in this expedition, not with magical creatures roaming the woods. The rangers around these parts had about as much idea of what was out here as I did. Not much reassurance.
Another morning came along, and I was back on my feet. Alright, so I was hunting a trail that was older than the centaurs themselves. Aka, really goddamn old. It existed, but to find it in the underbrush would be hard. And maps only gave a vague idea of where it could be, most of it locked away in an ancient book:
"Find the road to the sun, and bless the Earth with your seed."
The Hell does that even mean? Find a plane, then fuck on it while at a high enough altitude? That's literally all I had at the moment.
God. She was really going to owe me for this.
At least it gave me a good excuse to work on a tan. This rock climber was a nice 6'2" and bronzed up from the hours spent in the sun. The wilderness had toned my muscles over the years, rarely needing a gym to keep this physique.
I was shirtless for this extent of the journey, only some cargo shorts with equipment at the belt, and my bag on my back. This particular morning, I was commando because... why not? No one else out here to see. I'd hike nude if I didn't have so much shit to carry.
The day goes on and the clouds roll in. They weren't the friendly clouds either. Dark, gray and after they grouped up I saw lightning strikes. It was going to be a doozy and shelter would definitely need to be acquired.
I made a beeline across the side of the mountain, having spotted some cave entrances the day before. It would be the perfect shelter in situations like this, as long as I could find one that didn't go too deep. And didn't have anything living in it.
I really should have paid attention to that last rule.
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Absolutely pouring rain. I could hardly see a few feet ahead as I held up my hand to cover my eyes from the downpour. It was only late afternoon, but might as well as been evening from how dark the clouds had made it.
Finally I saw the entrance ahead. I sprinted inside the cave opening and gasped for air as I stopped just a few feet inside.
I was drenched, to say the least. My pack was soaked through, and probably the rest of whatever food I had left. I sighed as I looked through a few items. Ruined.
"Fuck... it's over then." I would have to use the sat phone as soon as the rain let up. I wasn't good to anyone half-starved to death.
Might as well make do with what I got. I found a lantern that ran off a combination of battery and crank. I charged it earlier thinking this scenario was inevitable.
The light blossomed and extended far. The ceiling wasn't high, the normal height you would have for a floor of your house, but it extended back a long ways than the light could reach.
