Wendigos: A Fictional Narrative

“Yes that’s the one. He’s known us since we were tadpoles and he tells us about his adventures in the river.”

“I haven’t heard that name mentioned before, so I don’t believe so. What happened to them?”

“So how did you and Ban know all of that stuff back there?” Sierra asked.

He realized that it really wasn't either of their faults, but the seasons, yet the side of him that always comforted Amaimon made him long to calm the younger. It just came naturally to him. "Shh...I just need a minute..." He murmured, giving a small smile. Thankfully Amaimon gave him just that, staying still long enough for him to become comfortable, unfortunately his back still stung terribly. It was because of this that he had moved, muttering a soft apology, though in all honesty he was not sure if it was heard. He kept his gaze low, a bit embarrassed, this was their first time after and it was all very thrilling, making his shiver with anticipation. Carefully he turned over offering himself fully, an act of pure submission as he spread his legs in a welcoming manner. He sighed softly at the cool air on his cuts and despite wanting to keep them therehe decided to heal himself a bit. Not fully though, just enough to help a few of the nastier ones close up, most of them still red and open. Amaimon could make more, he wanted him to make more. He gasped as cool hand ran over his hips and back, making him tremble with want, a low whine rising in his throat. It was the cruelest kind of teasing, his roaming hands touching him everywhere, his fingers even ghosting over his back side, setting on the soft flesh as he toyed with his tail. He groaned loudly "oh god, Amaimon please..." He begged shamelessly. He wanted so much more of this, not just his brother inside him, but touching him, both softly and roughly. He wanted his hands to scratch him, caresses him, kiss him. He shivered as his mind wandered further, further than he'd really thought before, dragging his mind to lustful thoughts of being taken roughly, claimed, marked, a sharp, quick hand landing roughly on the soft skin currently under his mate's hands, slapping him there while pounding into him. Just the thought made him

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly”(114).

He lifted his enormous head and sniffed my outreached hand. I wondered at how a creature who had faced so much agony at the hands of humans could be forgiving enough to allow one to linger in such close proximity. Yet here he was, his soft orange eyes bewildered at the idea that I was not there to inflict more pain on

“Yeah, he said he was gonna visit George Eacker at a play.” One of them replied.

Mariko pulled her finger from her mouth and laughed. "Don't clump me in with your fairytale version of a vampire. I'm a nosferatu, totally different man."

"Just get it over it with," the creature walked over to me slowly my heart began to race it felt like it was about to brust out of my chest. I closed my eyes and counted to ten nights like this i wouldnt be able to sleep for days or sometimes weeks it all depends. Thenn suddenly I felt the cover being pulled away from me, keepingmy eyes shut I just let it happen. The creature remove my shirt and boxers he takes my soft memeber into his hand his claws gently runs over the head of my penise. "Stiles sweetie you should open your eyes," Claudia said Stiles didn't do anything he just kept his eyes closed the whole time.

Kurapika whimpered, arching lithely off the couch, his desperate, clutching fingers gathering up double-fistfuls of Leorio’s dress shirt. Leorio sighed happily, before folding down the hem of his boxers just enough to expose the sharp angles of Kurapika’s hipbones and the first downy tufts of dark-blond pubic hair covering his groin. And then Leorio was kissing him, again, following the V-shaped cut of his lower abdominals with his lips, one hand tirelessly teasing his nipples, the other circling around him to caress the small of his

With that he pulled her close for their first kiss, a kiss he made sure would scorch her soul. With his Selkie’s heighten senses he was able to hear her heart race from the pleasure of their kiss. Even as jaded as he was he felt a quickening of his own heartbeat. . After such a kiss he had to have more.

“As if I’ll let you do that.” Jungkook whispered against Taehyung’s lips, trailing feather light kisses down his cheek and jaw and sucking wetly at his neck until a dull red mark appeared beneath the warm skin. Taehyung clicked his tongue in annoyance as he obviously felt the hickey forming, but Jungkook grinned as he didn’t miss how his breath hitched, and how he tipped his head back slightly.

“I know.” I confessed somberly. Walking through the bed, I knelt at his feet. I closed my eyes in a meager attempt to focus myself, in part I reached out to his face. The element of intention was my only tool at this point, with very little else to utilize. As I reached my fingers to his face, I felt his fleetingly felt his cheek. The sensation subsided rapidly, yet I unfastened my eyes with surprise. Calvin was equally surprised with a flushed face, he grasped his cheek. It worked!

He was the most gentle lover, I had ever known, yet, the simplest touch from him, stimulated every fiber of my being; I felt I would go insane if he did not take me soon… When his mouth lowered to my pleasure place, I immediately climaxed and then cried because it was not what I wanted, not yet. He rose and entered me, causing a continuation of my orgasm that seemed to go on forever; I thought I would die from the immense pleasure he was giving me. His eyes watched me; even as he kissed me, he never closed his eyes. Not, until it was time to let loose his juices. Eye to eye, I watched him. I wondered how it felt for him. Did it feel the same? Did it feel better than what I