The Eclectic Pen - 313 Part 2 (per Jesse's request =D)


By: Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - ,   + 36 more  
Date Submitted: 8/18/2009
Last Updated: 7/28/2011
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Genre Fiction
Words: 1,946
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  ***Though not my strength I am beginning to enjoy letting my characters get physical*** Please leave comments, PMs ratings. Let me know what YOU think!
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The first sign of life returning to him was the splash of blood. Even frozen in wood the coppery scent made his mouth water. Then as it soaked in his wooden torso he heard a incantation that brought him to his current state.

Hi’fa. Ne’hee. Si’la. Blood. Life. Soul.

He felt the wood he was encased in splitting as the flesh, bone and blood of his true self began to form. He sensed the human but she was safely entranced and would remain so as long as he was transforming. Once completed his tentative hold on the 2 worlds Between would snap and he would have to use his warrior-like brute force to subdue her. He needed her life force to remain in this world. He had a mission to complete that was interrupted the last time he was here. He grew and grew. Muscle bulked over a frame that was too large to be anything but terribly frightening. He was blind until his eyes grew into his skull. Then he saw her. Through eyes designed to be able to hunt prey night or day. Human or other.

Terror etched her smooth wheat tinted skin. Her eyes wide and tears coursed freely down her cheeks. She feared the situation but was not afraid for her life. She feared being unable to fight back against the power holding her captive in the darkness. Oh yes. This Taking would be pleasing.
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The cut on Pilar’s palm throbbed in time with her rapid heartbeat. Her breathing quickened. These two things she noticed, as feeling returned, right before a voice spoke to her. “You have given me the ability to perform Kura. I will be needing your Ne’hee Si’la sweet love. Fight, run, or submit. To me these things matter not.” Pilar felt her nerves tingling as if her body was awakening. “I will take your life and soul.” A light flashed that brought an ache to Pilar’s eyes and the proceeding boom caused Pilar to clap her hands over her ears and fall to the ground.

Perrick knew his first advantage would be his devastator attack. His lesser enemies simply disintegrated under its power but humans were a bit tougher. He picked out the name Pilar from her mind and went to her. His transformation was complete. He now only had physical power and a mild latent physic ability to track his prey. He moved silently and knew she felt him getting closer. The stink of terror burst from her and filled the air. He all but gagged. He did not revel in causing fear. Perhaps he could regress and make the Kura easier for Pilar. Perrick attempted to smooth out the bulk of muscle sculpting his massive body and harsh plane of his face. The elongated bones in his arms and legs shrunk to the size of an average human male. An easy glamour to disguise himself. For an Sursha his age he could hold this form and complete the Kura. It made him a bit wary that he cared how this human felt. It should only matter that he receive her Ne’hee Si’la. Take it by force if necessary.

Pilar was dizzy and deafened but far from unaware of her situation. Someone was approaching her. In a darkened house that until a few minutes ago was empty! She wanted to scream, run to-”Shh. Sh. Sh. I have you now.” The smell of earth, forest and ozone surrounded her. Pilar felt herself lifted and pressed against a body made of pure muscle. Heat and power made her heartbeat pick up more speed and she felt she might faint. “You can open your eyes sweet love.” A voice akin to dark places and temptation drifted over her. Pilar cracked open her eyes, then widened them in shock. She was no longer in her home at 3 AM. Her home no longer even existed. The stranger that had carried her placed her on the ground. His devastatingly handsome features made her stomach flutter a moment.

“What. Where am I?” She turned her head slightly surveying her surroundings. A forest? Pilar inhaled the heavy scent of the vegetation that surrounded her.Insects buzzed through the hanging vines.

“The Between. My home. The Kura will take place shortly sweet love. You life and soul are mine to take.” Pilar turned back to the stranger, raised her hand and brought it swiftly towards his face.

“You bastard!” She shouted as she soundly slapped him and he was stunned. “Who do you think you are!” His face transformed into a mask of fury. He grabbed the delicate wrist of Pilar and brought her in direct contact with the front of him, his face mere inches from hers.

“I am Perrick, your fate.” All Pilar could do is gasp before she was thrown to the ground. Dead leaves and other organic matter padded her fall. Perrick was on top of her before she could kick, scream or protest. As if that would make a difference. She had infuriated a strange man that had transported her to the middle of a freaking jungle!

“Get off of me!” Pilar bucked her hips but barely managed to move. Perrick grunted and firmly held her down.

“Don’t be difficult sweet love. It’ll all be over soon.” Perrick had no interest in interacting with Pilar other than performing the Kura and going on about his business. The feel of her under him, with his regressed humanoid form, was hard to ignore. The supple curve of her body as he held her to the ground. Her smell. He could no longer smell the acute stench of fear with his humanoid senses. He inhaled deeply and let out a groan. “You are like the cacao plant. Bitter and sweet.”

“You are like the ex-boyfriend I once had. Controlling and bat shit crazy.” Pilar used what leverage she had and brought head up and connected solidly with Perrick’s nose. The spurt of blood her reward. “Men.” Perrick could not help but grasp his nose and Pilar took the chance and pushed at his chest. While he still had strength his focus was lost and she was able to move him enough to scoot her butt from under his hips. Pilar felt strange trying to leave Perrick. Her mind said run but her heart said stay. Pilar rolled and tucked her feet under her. Springing up she took off in a dead run.

Perrick was pissed. He let the little hell cat best him. Whatever spell she had him under was broken the moment she broke his damn nose. Crack! He set his nose back and jump to his feet. No more fooling around.

Pilar could not see but a foot in front of her. Dense foliage crisscrossed her path. She pulled at vines and branches but that only lasted a few seconds. She tucked her bloodied hands between her legs. The embedded thorns throbbed and caused her to moan in agony. “Why me?” She sobbed and bent over in sheer defeat. Perrick would have her because he cheated, bringing her to the Between. How could she win here? Why did she feel for a man would wanted her Ne’hee Si’la. Life and Soul. She had some serious issues. “Sweet love.” The voice caused her to tremble. Then she felt his hand slowly caressing her back. When he reached her neck she was all but ready to collapse.

“I-I’m yours OK. I can’t do this.” Pilar lost touch with reality and greeted the darkness with bliss.

Perrick was able to take Pilar back to the Altar Hall with ease. Perrick set up the tools he would need and walked over to where Pilar’s naked body lay chained to the stone table. “Sweet love, awaken. The Kura must take place.” Perrick ran his finger down one tanned cheek. His heart actually clenched in his chest. Why must he feel for this vessel? She only carried the life force he needed to carry on his duty. “Cha’taa!” He cursed. Perrick did not like not knowing his way. Confusion lead to mistakes. The wrong mistake..and things could end badly.

Returning his fiery stare to Pilar, Perrick decided he must begin the rites. He dipped the fingertips of his left hand in an oily liquid. Running one fingertip underneath Pilar’s nose letting the aroma drift into her system. Instantly relaxing her. He painted her lips softly her breathing coming out in small huffs but she never said a word. In fact Pilar stared blankly at the ceiling ahead. Perrick continued his work. His fingers trailed between the valley of her breasts, peaked with milk chocolate colored nipples. His fingers roamed over her slightly rounded belly and slid onto her shaved sex. Perrick did not have to touch her body but he was practically begging Pilar to react. “Cha’taa, sweet love this will be you last time to experience life. Enjoy it fully.” Perrick could barely keep the plea from his voice. Slipping his finger between her folds to her clit, circling slowly, then applying pressure.

Pilar felt tears sting her eyes. She hated this man. No. She hated how she felt for this man. Now, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning as he used his thick, oiled fingers to pleasure her. To toy with her body, and mind. Pilar felt the tears begin to slide down cheeks.

“Is it wrong? Is it pain you want?” Perrick reached above Pilar. He must have frightened Pilar because she reacted finally, gasping Pilar began sobbing softly but said nothing. Perrick somehow lowered the table she was laid upon. The height was about waist high. When it lowered enough Perrick took very little time jumping up and covering Pilar. “Your’jha ne campa tallna eff’ra. To relax you.” Pilar instantly felt herself release from the tension and dread that was filling her. She only felt the strange feelings of love for the man claiming he was going to take her life.

Perrick never wanted anything other than to prepare the vessel. Her transition would be more fulfilling. Receiving her life force would be unforgettable. With the thought of releasing her bonds Perrick let the chains on her feet fall away. Moving one leg to the side and kneeling in between her thighs he expected her to squeeze her legs shut, to try and refuse him. He moved her other leg revealing her glistening sex, almost obscenely, to his view.

Pilar shivered with anticipation, not fright. What was wrong with her? That devil man must have put her in a daze. Saying something to make her submit. Spreading her like she was icing on cake. She should be screaming, cursing him. When he leaned forward pressing himself, hot and hard, against her. She could not longer resist his ministrations. “Oh,oh my-” The small, sharp prick to her neck was hardly noticeable. Perrick whispered a chant and place his mouth over the cut he made. Each time he drained the life from her, the sucking, spiraled her desire to the sky. He had not the strength of will to take Pilar by force but the slick heat of Pilar that wanted to envelope him made his eyes roll back in his head as he completed Kura. Pilar lay still, feeling her heartbeat slowing and an odd numb feeling radiate from where Perrick had placed his mouth on her neck. “Oh” Death carved into a statue. She had loved a devil man.


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Jesse (EddyKrueger) - 8/20/2009 2:31 PM ET
Ah yes, the statue becomes flesh and performs a sexual incantation on our lovely heroine. And she likes it. I was actually surprised by the eroticism. I didn't know you had it in you. For the love of god keep writing. Don't stop for weeks at a time like I do.
Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - , - 8/20/2009 7:15 PM ET
I write everyday [or at least edit] so I can keep the juices flowing. Ideas, like yours, are truly welcome into my world. Glad you liked the addition.
Michal W. (Princess101) - 3/14/2010 3:40 PM ET
HAHA! i loved it! good job and i agree all the way with jesse.
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