#I need to go to bed. Am tired. Cannot distinguish knowledge from the noise

[lizasweetling]

I coud definitely make a crack theory out of this phrase

(a little over a decade ago, one of Humongulous' first ever lines was "this is, in fact, how it is done!" so similar but not the same. The dreen are just a touch more abstracted from typical speech (which suits them)

[monsterrlover]

I had a dream last night that I was in a land with faerie tale creatures, and it was lovely and funny at first, but it became darker and more lurid the further I traveled. 

One thing to know about me is that I have always had incredibly vivid dreams, even since I was little. It actually became a problem in high school, as I was having stress nightmares. But now I only have the occasional nightmare, and most of my dreams are just interesting. And in this case, sometimes rather lurid.

I decided to expound upon all what was in my dream, and write a more coherent thing based off it. ~2.5k words, explicit content at the end.

I found myself in a large, beautiful expanse covered in autumnal birch trees, carpeting the ground in their fiery leaves. At the end of it, a large, impossibly tall wall of rock, with a cleave so thin you’d miss it if you weren’t looking. I traveled to the cleave, and it as I walked through it, it grew darker and darker, until I saw a light at the end, and could hear water rushing.

At the other end, something that looked relatively similar to what I had just left, only with a wide, clear river. It was safe enough to cross over, and I did, with little hesitation. I continued to walk, and found myself in a large forest, just like the expanse I had come from, only with light, giggling voices all about, and butterflies, of the largest kind I’d ever seen. They seemed to frighten me to a degree, but I did not know why. I did not want them to touch me, that much I knew.

I passed by a tree that seemed to be stifling a laugh, and I turned to it.

“Hello?” I said, looking the tree up and down. Its leaves were pink, and the wood a dark brown, unlike the white of the birch trees all around.

Suddenly, a section of it broke off and took on the form of what looked like a woman, brown and woody with pink-leaf hair, and it beckoned me over.

“Yes?” I said, approaching it.

“Who are you?” it asked me.

I hesitated. I knew the rules. Never give the fae your name.

“Ah, no-one of consequence,” I said, “Just a passerby.”

The figure pointed at me, smiling and winking.

“Smart girl.”

I smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, a small faerie tumbled out of the tree, and flew into my face.

“Oho, a very smart girl indeed,” it said, “But you can not simply walk in here with a gift! Tis rude.”

I looked down at my person. I had nothing on me of any value, save the clothes on my back.

“I have nothing to give,” I said.

“Mayhap nothing of monetary value,” it said, “But surely, there is some knowledge you might share with me? Knowledge that I do not currently posses?”

“Like what?” I said, with a laugh, “I fear I may be of no use to you. The only kind I have is nigh-encyclopediac knowledge of the fictions I like to read.”

The faerie’s eyes grew wide.

“En-sike-low-pee-dee-ack? What is that? What does that mean? Tell me!”

“Oh, well, an encyclopedia is a big book, or series of books, that have comprehensive information of all kinds, depending on the subject. For instance, an encyclopedia of botany will have lots and lots of information about plants.”

It flitted in the air, with a squeal.

“Ohh, I did not know such a thing! Thank you so much! Oh, I’m going to get as many en-sike-low-pee-dee-uhs as I can find!”

The tree smiled and nodded.

“That means you may pass through here unmolested,” it told me.

“Thank you,” I said, continuing onward.

————–

The journey was pleasant, but as it grew dark, I became tired, and lost. The forest grew denser, and full of whispers and other strange noises. I was not fearful, but I did think to myself that I ought to find somewhere to safely stay the night.

Almost the very moment I had the thought, I found my way to a little cottage, buzzing with life. The lights inside glowed, and smoke lazily pumped out of the chimney.

I approached the door, and it opened before I could even knock.

“Oh, a weary traveler?” a friendly looking woman said.

“Ah, yes ma’am. If it is not too much trouble, might I stay the night? I would be happy to pay my way with any chores you might need done,” I said, “Twould only be for the one night.”

The woman smiled.

“Of course, dear. We would all be happy to have you,” she said, herding me inside.

“Someone put the kettle on, we have a guest!” she said. 

I walked in to a homey little place, with a very crowded dining room. I walked in to see several folks at the table, no one seemingly related, but all very chummy and jovial with one another. I felt quite at home right away.

“Now, darling, when’s the last time you ate?” the lady of the house asked me, setting me down in an empty chair at the table.

“Oh, ah, well… I suppose… it has been a spell…” I found myself saying, suddenly feeling quite hungry indeed. 

“Ah, well then, have some of this, love!” she said, putting a generous bowl of stew and a loaf of bread before me.

“Ohh, my, thank you ma’am, this looks wonderful,” I said, taking a bite without thinking. 

Indeed, it was possibly the best thing I’d ever tasted. The stew, the bread, and the glass of wine the lady set in front of me as I ate. Everyone at the table seemed to watch me as I ate, with smiles on their faces. They would strike up conversation with me, and I indulged them happily, sharing things that I realized later I maybe should not have.

That night, I was ushered into a cozy, rather sumptuous guest room, and I found myself lying in bed right away. 

“Pray, forgive me,” I said, my lids drooping, “I am suddenly quite tired. Might I rest here now?” 

“Oh, of course, darling,” the lady of the house said, “Sweet dreams.”

I was too tired to think about the things she muttered as she walked away, and my eyes closed as I drifted to sleep.

I seemed to awaken the very instant afterwards, to very strange noises coming from below. Whimpering, scratching, whispering… it was all very unsettling, and I looked around me, noticing that the very air around me had taken the same sort of still, stifling feeling, as if all the warmth from before had been siphoned away.

The noises grew more frantic, and I took the lantern at my bedside. I reached for the door, only to find it ajar. Most distressing, I thought.

Then the noises came again. Whimpering, scratching, whispering.

I listened intently, and realized they seemed to come from the outside. The impossibly dark outside. Slowly, I looked around the common room of the house. I thought to shout, to see if anyone were home, but thought better of it. No, something was not right here.

I swallowed as I tiptoed out the front door, listening to the noises. They grew louder as I walked around to the back of the house, and I realized they were coming from a storm cellar. I could now distinguish the words that were being whispered, and I leaned an ear towards the cellar to hear them.

Help… help me… they will kill me… help me, please…

My heart raced as I quickly wrapped my hands around the chain keeping it locked, and I cursed that it was so well locked. But then, a thought occurred to me, as my eye fell over the door handles. While the lock was most certainly new, they were not. I rushed quietly to the shed, finding a hammer. I took it to the handles, and pulled away the nails, quietly as I could, until they were gone.

I grabbed my lantern and delved deeper into the cellar, and covered my mouth to suppress a scream of horror. Blood, everywhere, everywhere, trailing all the way to a very large cage. I thought to run, but then I realized that it was the one caged who begged.

“You… you there! Please, please help me,” the trapped one said, hoarsely, more like a growl.

I raised the lantern up to the cage, saying nothing. A dark, furry creature, hunched over and bleeding.

“Are you… are you hurt?” I asked, “Is all this blood yours?”

The creature laughed weakly.

“Werewolves have a lot of blood,” it said, “Especially males. Think nothing of it. I am fine. Other than being trapped in here, of course.”

I felt oddly at ease when he spoke, and approached him. 

“You seem so strong. Why don’t you just break out yourself?”

“Tis made of silver,” he said, “Cheap, alloyed silver, but still silver. I cannot touch it without being harmed. Even now it burns at what skin it does touch…”

I sighed, pitying the poor thing.

“Is there a key somewhere?” I asked.

“Hanging over there, actually,” he said, a clawed finger pointing a little ways away. 

Sure enough, a key hung on a nail on a post just to my right. I took it and approached his cage, attempting to unlock it.

“Why do you trust me so?” he said, “They are the ones who fed and sheltered you, and I am a monster.”

I looked up into his yellow eyes.

“Call it an instinct,” I said, “Nothing in this realm is as it seems, I have noticed.”

I freed him, and at once he let himself out, and stretched.

“Ohh, I thank you, my friend,” he said, “Now, hurry. We must away, before they find us. Tis nearly time for the sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice?” I hissed.

“Yes,” he said, “Tis as the old legends. Feed a maiden to a werewolf under the harvest moon, and you shall have power beyond comprehension when you skin his hide and wear it. Fools, they are. Such power is truly beyond comprehension, and it destroys the wielder from the inside out. But come, hurry. I know the way.”

I followed him out of the cellar, away from the house and into the woods. Almost instantly, I heard shouting and screaming, and he grabbed my hand, goading me to go faster. He was limping, but still ran more quickly than I could keep up with, and I tripped, hitting my knee on a stone jutting from the ground. I called out to him, and suddenly felt the cold grasp of fingers at my ankle. A man. He pulled me under him, and he hovered over me, putting a cloth over my mouth and nose. I kicked and screamed and fought, but ultimately felt myself succumb to a sleep, as the sounds of screams and howls and the grisly sounds of flesh being rent apart faded away as quickly as they began.

————–

It was dawn when I awoke, and I found myself lying against soft, black fur. I looked up, and the werewolf was different; still quiet wolfish, but his face was more of a man’s than a beast’s. His claws were smaller, but still quite beastly, and his tail was all but gone. I felt warm, very warm, and I sat up to look around me, wiping my brow. He awoke right after, reaching for me.

“You… are unharmed,” he said, a crooked claw caressing my cheek. I found myself blushing.

“As are you,” I replied, my hand snaking around his wrist.

This was very strange, this warmth and intimacy we suddenly had between each other, but it felt so natural that I did not even think to question it. My heart thudded away in my burning chest, and I took another hand to brush just under his eye.

“You are lovely,” I whispered, not really thinking.

“As are you,” he replied, his hand at my waist.

I swallowed, and my mouth grew dry. I seemed to grow hotter by the moment, and I could feel sweat beading at my chest, trailing downwards. Every touch of his seared my flesh, but I wanted more.

“I… I don’t quite understand what I’m feeling right now,” I confessed, “But I like it.”

He smiled.

“I like you,” he said, his voice breaking.

I laughed, and he licked his lips.

“Forgive me, but… I desire you,” he said, “Most ardently.”

My chest heaved, gazing into his fiery eyes. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, and it made my skin itch for more of his touch.

“Will you have me, even as I am now?” he continued.

I answered without hesitation.

“Yes.”

He was upon me in an instant, and I quickly threw my clothes off, allowing him to kiss me, strange and large and toothy as it was. It set a fire within me, and I found myself groaning into his mouth. He growled hungrily as he traveled down my body, claws dancing gently across my skin, tongue tasting my sweat.

His breath ghosted over my shoulder, and he bit into the flesh gently. I moaned, and he increased his pressure, sucking languidly as the skin. The pain was replaced immediately by pleasure, as his hot, wet tongue lapped at the wound. He repeated the act on my other shoulder, and I felt my eyes roll back.

I felt a frenzy overtake me, and I ran my hand along his chest.

"Please, now,” I begged, “Take me now.”

He growled with delight, and he gently laid me down, opening my legs with his massive hands and dipping his head between them. I writhed as he tasted of me, and he moaned with longing.

“Ohh, how long has it been? My dear, you taste… so wonderful,” he said, hungrily.

I gripped at his hair as I came, and he was upon me once more, easing his hard length inside me. I cried out from his girth alone.

“Yes, yes, please,” I begged, my heart beating more rapidly than I had ever recalled it doing so before.

His thrust wildly, not sparing me a single moment of respite. His teeth dug into my flesh once again, and I hissed as the sensation drove him to delve even deeper inside me. I pushed my hips back towards him, attempting to gain even the tiniest bit of extra depth. 

My whole body shivered as my orgasms chained with one another, almost  never ending. A small part in the back of my mind wondered if this was the result of magic, or… something else? But it all felt so wonderful, I did not care.

Then he was coming undone, howling as he spilled his release inside me. I frowned, thinking the moment over, but, to my surprise, he kept going. He remained erect, and thrust even deeper than ever, causing my back to arch as I reached my pleasure once more. He moaned loudly, almost painfully, as he continued.

“Forgive me, forgive me,” he begged, “I… I long to fill you with my seed, over and over again, until you are dripping with it. Long to make you mine… Oh gods, forgive me.”

I shook with realization: he was in a heat. We were in a heat. A small feeling of shame crawled up within me, wondering if I had only wanted him because of it, but then he was coming undone again, and the sensation of his hot seed pouring inside me caused me to dash the thought away.

“There is nothing… to forgive…” I breathed, “Take me. Fill me. Mark me. Make me yours.”

And he would, for hours upon hours, until we both lay in a heap in the grass. By this time, he was now almost entirely a man, albeit still quite wolfish, and very handsome, at that. Our senses had returned to us, and he stroked my arm as I laid upon his chest.

“Forgive me,” he said again, “I… hadn’t realized it was my time already. I had been locked away for so long, I lost track. And then I held you, and breathed in your scent… and it ignited it within me.”

I shook my head, burying my face into him.

“I told you, I care not. I… I wanted it as well,” I admitted, “And besides… I am quite in my right mind now, and I am still here, am I not?”

He laughed.

“I suppose you are,” he said, holding me close, “I suppose you are.”