Posted by Barbanne on November 17, 1999 at 17:49:19:
LAMIA.
I am old.
Very old.
I watched as the creator, She whom humans call God, or Allah, or any of another several names, passed by this section of the cosmos and made this system from dust and energy. I watched as the sun burst into heat and light and as life appeared tenuously on this empty sphere. I was as one with the dinosaurs and I welcomed the age of mammals. God, she is long gone and I doubt if she remembers this little speck in eternity, but her handiwork has blossomed into humankind and there I have found my perfect host.
I am old and I am evil.
Pure evil.
You would not know it to see me, for I have taken human shape. To you I would look like a young woman of not very arresting appearance. Shortish in height and with a pretty enough face and curly brown hair and a body of modest proprtions, I would look to you like a hundred, nay a thousand other girls of twenty some years. Only if you looked very hard would you see the sapphire blue eyes burning in skin that is milk white. A few freckles scatter across my face and chest and give me the look of yet another young female. But look hard and you will see that my skin is whiter than that, whiter than the blind slugs that burrow deep in the earth.
Very White.
Bloodless.
Very old.
Evil..........evil incarnate.
They know me as Barbanne, the scullery wench. If they knew who I truly was they would never stop screaming.
*
The girl's dead body lay draped limply backwards across the black stone.
She was tall and slender, her long, fine, blonde hair spread out across the damp rock. She was nude and her face turned upward with a look of surprised innocence. Her pale blue eyes gazed upward, filming over with the patina of death. Her arms lay outstretched, hands palm up and fingers curled. Her legs were spread wide, shapely, her gorgeous round ass melding into strong, soft thighs. Her heavy breasts splayed sideways, crowned with large areoles and soft crinkly nipples. Her flat tummy and indented umbilicus looked invitingly sexy. She was white too. Whiter almost than I. Drained. Bloodless.
A trickle of blood ran from the soft saddle of flesh between her thighs, her womanhood. Ran out from under the downy blonde curls of her pubis and stained her thighs.
My teeth had opened up her cunnie as I had sucked her life out through her vagina. My lips were crimson with her blood.
Snow fell, whitening the landscape, softening and whitening the black rocks. Snow piled up on the girl's body. It covered her tummy and peaked on her breasts.
Naked under the black cloak I shivered. I would never grow used to the demands of the human body.
Snow flakes fell onto the girl's open eyeballs and melted and false tears ran from her dead eyes.
I tasted her blood on my lips and in my throat and felt it warming my belly.
All of her blood was inside me now.
I turned away from her corpse and walked back to the village.
*
I can't eat like the other villagers. They stuff themselves on roast pig and ale and sit there with grease and stuff running down their cheeks and staining their fingers and they belch and fart and look strangely at me because no matter how hard I try, I just pick at food.
Of course my tummy is full of blood. Rich, red, virginal blood.
Sascha's blood.
It is snowing hard now and Sascha's corpse is lying out there on the stones, frozen solid and hidden under many layers of fresh snow. They won't find her for quite a while and I will be long gone then.
The tavern is warm and redolent with the smells of crowded, unwashed humanity. Gorth is watching me. He always watches me. I see the lust in his eyes. The lust and the need. Tonight I shall let him have my body. Use me. If he knew that, under my cloak I was stark naked he would be even more aroused than he obviously is. And the good folk of the village would be scandalised, horrified. But then if they knew me for what I am, really am, they would have reason to be horrified.
I can hear the baying of the wolves. No, its more that I can feel it deep within my blood, and I must go to them now. I smile and make excuses and I get up and make my way to where Gorth sits. I whisper into his ear and suggest shyly that if he comes to Finigan's barn in another hour a thrill could await him. He is slightly drunk and smiles foolishly and tries to kiss me. I meet him with open mouth and we tongue wrestle for a moment and he clutches at my breast. Under my cloak he finds me naked and it registers in his alchoholic fog and he grins stupidly and his breeks strain across his tumescent cock. I slip from his grasp and am gone before he can recover from the shock of finding me naked beneath only one layer.
Gorth is a magnificent speciman. A big, muscular, boy with blue eyes, blonde shaggy hair and a body to make a maiden ooze with arousal. I will have him soon.
I hurried from the tavern, pulling my cloak tight about me. The wind was arctic and cut through the material to freeze my human body. My dead white skin bumped into small goosey irregularity but within myself I was little affected by the cold. My pussy was cold, made frigid by the wind swirling snowflakes under my cloak. But is not a witches cunnie known for its coldness?
I hurried through the darkness, punctuated by brief glimpses of the full moon through the scattered and torn clouds. The snow fell silently and fast, flakes drifting in the wind, dancing around as they eddied in the unseen cold. I reached the stones. Vast, black sentinels placed here by those who have worshipped my master since time began. I hurried into the black shadows of the huge, weather worn sentinels. I could see the red pinpoints of the glowing eyes of Vulpa, leader of the pack. A huge beast over two metres in length and lean and hungry and pure animal. I called to him and he trotted over and I stroked his head and spoke to him in the ancient Runic tongue. I shed my cloak and lay naked, spreadeagled on the grass. He sniffed at my body and his tongue lapped my breasts and tummy and his razor sharp teeth nipped at my skin. I took his snout in my hands and kissed him as I had kissed Gorth but moments before. My hand reached under his belly and I found his thin, ribbed, canine cock erect and massive. I rolled onto my face and pulled my legs forward crouching, tucked up like a penitent in church. Vulpa scrabbled at my back and rose above me so that his beautiful body covered mine and his powerful haunches had leverage on the ground. His cock found my spread pussy and as he scrabbled against the earth I felt his cock inside me, ribbed, bony, thrusting unable to be denied. I could smell his vulpine breath and feel the doggie drool on my bare back as my beautiful wolf rode me hard, thrusting, thrusting, pistoning inside my womanhood. His semen gushered into me and he scrambled away. I rolled onto my back, elbows propping me above the wet, cold grass and my intense blue eyes locked on his red, feral eyes. He raised his head and bayed at the moon, a long, chilling howl that would terrify those below in the village and then he was gone.
I recovered my cloak and set off towards the village. Now to mate with Gorth and within a month I would birth a loup garou!
I pushed open the door of Finigan's barn and slipped inside. Powerful arms gripped me and Gorth spun me and kissed me, forcing me backwards. I shed my cloak and he thrust me down and onto my back. My fingers scrabbled at his waist and I forced his breeks down and off. I grasped his shirt, rough and homespun and pulled it off. His naked body, hard and male, covered me and I found his cock and guided it deftly inside me. My hands clasped Gorth's back and my nails raked his flesh as his male flesh ploughed my feminine furrow. He was sweating and so was I. Our bodies clove to each other in wet, sticky, sensuality and I felt him growing ever larger inside me. I kissed his face, licked and bit him and he groaned mightily as his arousal culminated in a final explosive orgasmic eruption that flung his seed deep inside my womb.
We lay together and he spoke of love. In his slow halting way he told me he loved me. We had sex again and then again.
I told Gorth I loved only him and we kissed one final time and parted.
*
The next morning I was up early and working in the kitchen when Mistress Mabel told me that the doctor had been summoned because Gorth was sick abed and consumed with a dreadful high fever. I shed tears for her benefit and she comforted me and said he was a good boy and with God's prayers he would break the fever.
He died that evening.
Of course.
My loup garou grew within me and I knew I had to move on.
*
A month later I stood, lashed by a vicious storm that howled and crashed around the night sky, on the doorstep of the Abbey of Santa Feminista. Despite my unwavering psychic powers, my human body was subject to all the frailties of any other young woman's body. I was hugely pregnant and weak from hunger and exposure and felt as though my strength was at its limits.
I hammered on the door. A great cross beamed wooden door that looked sufficient to withstand the hordes of hell. Perhaps it was, but the good sisters would do well to fear the sneak attack. I hammered again and yanked and tugged on the rusting chain bell pull.
With a creaking noise akin to a ship foundering, the door cracked open and I looked into two of the sweetest faces I had ever seen.
I stood there, saturated, hair hanging in strings, barefoot, dressed only in a light shift, the front of which was stained with evidence of my early blood show and the young women looked at me in horror.
"Oh my darling child. Come in. Come in."
I smiled a crooked grin and collapsed senseless into their arms as my waters broke.
They hustled me semi-conscious along a stone corridor and into a cold stone bed cell, lit by a single candle. Hastily covering the bed with an old mattress cover they got me onto it and on my back and stripped my sodden shift from my shivering body.
One, a gorgeous young fair woman started vigorously rubbing me dry. "I am Sister Celeste," she told me, "and this is Sister Magdalene." She indicated the other girl, a dark beauty whose wimpole barely concealed her loveliness. Both sisters were clad in dark nuns' habits but their translucent beauty showed through. Magdalene had brought a bowl of steaming water and the two young women fussed about my naked body, huge belly distended and whale like.
I was gripped by a spasm and screamed out as sweat broke forth freely and my body cramped with a huge contraction.
"Bear down, my dear. Bear down."
"Its coming." Cried Celeste and I felt my monstrous burden slipping from my hugely distended vagina.
Another enormous contraction and then a feeling of release as I birthed the loup garou in a rush of blood and muck.
Two young heads were bent together and I heard Magdalene say "Oh Celeste he is covered in hair." Then both sisters leapt backwards as my "child', already a metre in length stood upright, shook himself as a dog shakes water from its fur and sent a spray of birth fluid across everything and then he stooped and bit through his own umbilical cord and howled as had his father when the moon was full. Magdalene and Celeste were standing there, their lips moving in silent prayer. I lay watching through drowsy eyes, too weak to move. The monster, my loup garou, my lycanthrope sprang from its place between my thighs and fell on Sister Celeste, ripping out her throat in one single enormous bite. Her body fell backward out of my sight. It turned and grasped Sister Magdalene and with one huge twisting of its hairy, clawed hands broke her neck like a pipe stem. She fell dead at the foot of the bed. I watched bemused as it tore the nuns' clothes from their bodies, leaving both young women dead and naked as they were born. Already my "child' was a metre and a half in height as it stood in a crouching upright position. It howled again and stooping, sucked every last drop of blood from Celeste's body, turning her skin chalk white. Then it leapt onto the window sill and howled once more and was gone into the dark turbulence of the night.
I staggered weakly from my bed, dripping with gore and going to Magdalene I drank deeply of her still hot, thick blood. When I was full I pulled on her habit and ran from the room.
The corridor was full of nuns and they cried to me, "Sister what is it? what is wrong?" I wailed and ran down the corridor. They pushed past me, into the charnel chamber.
Outside in the pouring rain I stood as the pounding drops washed me clean and looked to where my child, my were wolf was silhouetted against the night sky and I howled as he howled and then I ran from the abbey as fast as my bare feet would take me.
*
Beltane. Issuing in summer, the fire festival was special for me and I had made my way to the standing stones and now stood amongst them listening to the ever increasing vibrating hum as the ley lines came into alignment and the pathway to all knowledge slowly opened once more. The pathway that allowed me, in my human woman form, to reach out to my lord and master. The Prince of Darkness had called to me and I had come to join with him. The stones were screaming now as the opening split aside the ether of eternity. The doorway was open and would stay so for a mere matter of minutes. An instant in time but long enough for his needs. Out of the clear blue sky, lightning ripped down spreading a corona of fire on the stones and he was there.
A beautiful man.
Tall, well muscled, more male than ever the works of a Michaelangelo could imagine, black hair gleaming like a raven's wing. Eyes green and deep, tinging now to red. Naked, arms, legs, belly, chest, pecs, deltoids chiselled like the ancient entity that he was. More handsome than any maiden could dream of.
I waited breathless.
His cock stood out before him, huge, throbbing, ready, curving upward like a scimitar.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward. His other hand ripped my tunic to rags and it floated away. He struck me across the face and I fell back, senseless, semi-conscious, spreadeagled on my back in a coma of ecstasy.
He fell on me and my body burst into flame, my nipples punching out of my skin and alight with tingling, my lips aching for his, my skin crawling with electric lust and my pussy aflame and dribbling with adoration. He crushed me to him and his mouth met mine and I opened up for him. His tongue, hot, forked, painful, searched inside me. He plunged his cock inside me and his glorious gluteals pumped, powering and retracting as his cock pummelled me, pounding me into senseless submission. I felt his seed fired into me in a torrent of ejaculation and I swooned with ecstatic fervour.
Barely conscious I saw him rise and spit on me before turning his back and then he was gone back whence he had come.
Another crash of lightning and heavy, dark clouds covered the sun. Racing across the sky, pregnant with rain, pendulous, appearing from nowhere. The rain drops fell, lashing my nudity.
I lay there shivering in the sudden cold and knew I must now wait for Samhain to give myself to him again.
Before then though..................
There was much evil to be sown on earth.
Sacrifices must be made.
I had much to do.
*
I gathered up the rags of clothing that had fallen from me and semi naked, made my way down the hillside.