#feral cat lady and skull wet cat

[sillysosillyangel]

TW: oral sex, heat cycles, breeding kink, and Long post

Top Niki lets go

The thing that he is now a cat and a reaper has his impulses running free so when it is reproductive season THIS reproductive season and he will not stop until he is sure that he is full of kittens/empty his balls well and filling his partner with cute babies. He has to reproduce well and his body is able to go no stop until he is sure that there is a new life on the way growing inside him.

Theres a thing about Missa: he is very sensitive and emotional, which he was before he died and he still is now.

Missa always wears his heart on his sleeve, he can't just reproduce and leave like that, no, he has to pamper his partner and make sure they are okay (sometimes he forgets to check himself).

The tongue baths when he spends his heats/ruts with Philza are very recurrent, primping is very important for cats as preen is for avians so his sandpaper tongue is everywhere, rubbing his nose against Phil's blonde hair and his short trail of facial hair, rubbing his husband's belly slightly swollen with cum with his hands, also resting his head against Phil's stomach, he knows there are no kittens there yet but it is so warm and soft and he smells their two smells mixed together, so he can't help but lean there and purr like an engine.

He will meow in alarm if his partner tries to move away or just move abruptly, and will whimper weakly if they don't want cuddles. Rut/Heat makes him so vulnerable that he will cry if he is rejected.

Phil honestly knows he's the same during his mating periods only he is more demanding and he's not having any "thats not necessary" shit (staring at Etoiles and Missa) his bird instincts practically preen under Missa's attention and gentle affection as they come down from the afterglow of the orgasms, puffing out his chest proudly until he feel his little (kitty-like) licks all over the fat and muscle of his pectorals (his tits) checking every bruise and bite that Missa left during the act and showering them with soft kisses.

Unfortunately Phil's chest is very sensitive and Missa's tongue is a lot of stimulation, his feathers fluff up because he feels so, so loved and feels so good, his cock can't get hard that soon but the stimulation on his pecs, the hot cum coming out from his hole, and Missa's purrs on him sure don't make it any easier.

Thinking about that, Philza's instincts go crazy from being under his husband's heat-induced attack, from being under a predator but above all there is a wild power trip when he is the one who fucks Missa into oblivion, so sure that he will be filled with his eggs or babies or whatever he wants because he is his, his Missa to fill, to breed.

(Ugh Pissa possessive my beloved)

Walking away from my favorite couple!

I am sure that Nikki is the perfect dom for Missa (lynx Nikki) she is kind and tough, she will not hesitate to guide him in the best way possible. They're both feline hybrids and if Phil's old bones can't catch up with what it's like to technically fuck an undead (who doesn't need rest as much as others) then there she is.

Missa eating pussy 🗣‼️

Missa is huge, so tall and his tongue matches the rest of him, he looks wonderful bent on his knees before her, he usually has a hard time handling himself, his pretty mouth would normally mew and beg to be fucked into a drooling mess but when Niki look like this he is totally speechless

Mute and becoming small before her, his cock is practically raised, begging for attention, for release. She laughs easily, her tail wags like a predator about to tear off his neck, and her eyes look at him hungrily.

A Good boy, he wants to be a good boy. Good boys are breed nice and full. His ears lower in submission and his tail trembles as he wraps around his own leg. He tries not to rub his thighs because he's a good boy and he can hear the airy laughter of the alpha feline in the room. She rises above him. on top of his him.

Niki is sitting on the high cushions making a mound high enough to make it comfortable to lie down and squirm on, her back resting on a makeshift backrest and she looks at him as if he were a snack. She is pretty and he can recognize the cat features around her but above all he can see the lynx evolution in her, it makes him want to bare his neck whole for her.

Missa is kneeling on the floor, his knees on a comfortable cushion she laid out for him, his back hunched and dwarfing his long frame, right between his pretty legs, one hand gently combing through his black locks, he can feel the huge claws running down he. She takes her time putting each loose hair out of his pretty face and Missa whimpers at the gentle attention, leaning on her hand seeking more of her touch.

When she finishes clearing the reaper's face she comments “You are such a cute kitty, you know?, with such a cute tongue” And Missa lets out a high-pitched, broken moan, please.

Niki grinned as if she read her mind “it's okay kitten, you can taste me.”

And Missa dives like a man in the desert, she smells so good, she tastes so good his musk smell is juicy and he slurps like he needs it to live Missa is good at eating pussy but with the rut/heat he gets wonderfully messy, his tongue is as big as he would be so easy just to put it inside to stretch her for something bigger and- But his tongue goes from bottom to top, from her hot hole to above her clintoris, it runs and covers her entire pussy with thick saliva and he begins to lick messily inside her vaginal lips.

It's not the first time Niki has had other cats but the sandy texture of their tongues is always a shock of pleasure and Missa is eating her as if he could cum with just that (he could if he wasn't in heat/rut) she doesn't pull his hair but keep her hand there, a guide or a cable to reality, see it as you wish.

Until Missa shoves his unnaturally long tongue inside her and she's the one who could use a cablenow, the satisfied moans and praises are interrupted by the slow intrusion of his big wet, raspy tongue that drags a scream out of Niki's throat

Oh it's deep, deep inside her, normal tongues can't, but Missa isn't normal, anatomically.

His tongue basically massages Niki's velvety walls, warm and so good

The moans resonate louder as Misssa begins to fuck her with his tongue, he pulls out, eats her pussy and starts fucking with his tongue in until he even feels the pain in his lower jaw.

Niki moans praise and her fingers cling to Missa's hair, “good boy” “good tongue” “you were made for this, dont you?” “use that pretty tongue of yours well, Kätzchen.”

When the heat begins to build like a spring inside her, she pulls Missa's hair away and he tries to get back between her legs like a bee to honey.

"No, no, bad kitty, stay still"

Missa whimpers sadly but slowly obeys until he is still on his knees. His cock looks hard and angry crying precum and his face, oh his face is a mess of Niki's slickness, he is still held by his hair, he looks like he's going to beg at any second but one look shuts him up good and quick, he wants to be a good boy, he must be her good boy.

Niki breathes slowly and laughs, incredulous of what just happened, it was so fast, she was almost there but she also felt like maybe...

"Missa?"

Her ears perk up in the direction of her voice and he looks at her stuttering a "yes?" mute and shy. Niki wonders if he is the same man who tried to eat her just seconds before

"You can touch yourself" Missa seems grateful as he would be before the statue of a goddness, looking at her and his eyes light up with momentary happiness. "but you can't cum until I say you can, Kätzchen"

Missa nods desperately, a drunk and nervous smile eats his face.

"I need to hear you, mate, for your sake"

"Y-yes" she can hear that his voice comes out broken and a little primal but that's okay.

As soon as Missa returns to his place between Niki's legs she keeps her hand holding the black locks, making sure he continues slower on herself and on his own cock. At some point he is fucking her with his tongue again and she caresses his ears which creates a deep purr that goes through her like a vibrator, Niki gasps

“Yes like that, just like that.”

Missa does a really good job as a personal vibrator, he starts using his fingers to stimulate the rest of her pussy because his tongue is pretty busy, his mouth is practically hitting it between moans and purrs and his bony fingers do a wonderful job caressing her folds and playing with her clitoris until it occurs to her to rub her fingers against the hole where her tongue is ruined and Niki gasp from the depths of her throat.

That noise makes Missa's pussy wetter and his tail twitches eagerly at him. She presses his head against her in an unspoken order to clean up which he obviously does perfectly.

When he finishes she allow him to free himself from her still without letting go of his hair but she is no longer caressing these sensitive ears of his, Missa struggles to catch his breath not that he is away for Nikis's pussy noticing that he was on the verge of fainting between her legs and he not would have even cared.

Niki brushes the pink half of her hair out of her face and begins to bathe Missa in slow, soft strokes that make him melt, even scratching under his jaw when he rests his head on her knee, looking at her with dilated pupils and a soft contented purr in his chest.

"You are such a good kitten, so well trained, Phil was right, you know how to use that pretty tongue of yours, my good boy".

They both know that another painful heat wave can return at any moment and that Missa hasn't come, his hand passes slowly over his cock there is no point in wasting his semen unless it is filling his mating partner and he whines, part of him wants to beg to be let to cum inside as much as he wants her destroy him but he also wants to pamper and shower his bleeding affection on his mistress while she comes down from orgasm,

It is in the midst of that agonizing doubt that the door opens revealing his mate, his husband, his dear bird and father of his children.

And Phil looks very calm to be walking into a room with two hormone-filled feline predators but he smiles softly and Niki is the first to break the silence.

"You were right he has such a good mouth"

"Glad you like it, did Missa behave well?" Missa moaned, still on Niki's knee, he doesn't want to get away from her, but his soulmate is there and he just wants to touch him, so it's hard to decide.

"More than well, he will be a perfect addition for when others' heat cycles begin" She rakes the nerves of Missa's ears with her claws and he melts. "Very cute and obedient, did you train him to be like that?"

"Oh, no" Phil laughs softly, his eyes do not leave the way Missa is on his knees, "He is already a whore like that" It shouldn't make him feel this way just for the way they talk about him as if he's not there, but it does and he whimpers, his tail unconsciously wrapping itself around Phil's ankle, begging for him to join them.

"Unfortunately it won't be today, mate, but cheer up the others will be really excited for getting another kitty to will join them."

[kylo-wrecked]

@nightmarefuele sent://

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

+ Joker, music!Ben (feel perfectly free to discard bc we never did discuss a Jokerous thing, but I snorted when I saw that one. I'm releasing it into the wild. go, be free in K's askbox.)

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(freedom:)

I. Crusty Gotham (NY State of Mind: Earth 718)

Ben knows this one. Joker's not getting a rise out of him, so he's annoyed and disappointed, so the knife is limp in his leather grip. Face about the same in its demeanor. Big-time music man won't say anything; didn't even have to gag him. Wouldn't even scream. Music spits and stutters on a chewed-up police scanner, and the undercroft echoes with a few damp, tinny notes Juice Newton borrowed from Joan Collins. Goon tapping his foot to the chorus. The punchline hinges on Ben's participation and attention, which he doesn't dole out to just anyone and won't bequeath the Joker out of spite. His pose is splenetic, a pose for a shoot in bi-lighting. But eventually, Ben's eyes flick up and land somewhere below the Clown Prince's coal sockets. And on to the next scene. "Other way around, Fortunato." The clown pantomiming in some seriously fucked vaudevillian language, cupping his ear with a purple glove, miming, 'What's that?' Hate. Hate gushing through Ben's cocainestricted arteries. With every apology to God—fucking God, he hates this guy. He hates the Joker's grease-painted forehead wrinkles and whatever the fuck's the matter with his mouth. That tongue thing he does. Ben hates that he's the one bound to a chair. He hates that he's here at all. But where else would he wind up on his one, once-free night in Gotham City? At rest in his trailer? Finally, Ben lifts his chin. His lips part and how fine the bottom one would look with a split-open seam. Maybe he's soft red velvet on the inside. Finally, he speaks loud enough to be heard. "Woof," he says. Ugly smudge of a smile quirks the right corner of his mouth, nudging a mole. Usually, the 'ladies' get the chair; it's fun. Usually, it's not as creepy. Doesn't smell like mold and sewage and bad news. Ben's eyelids flutter—not looking the clown in the eyes; there's no coming back from that—and close. Lashed insects, perhaps, the clown would remove and mount like butterflies. Because maybe it'd be kind of funny. Funny gross.

Ben hates his thoughts. In lieu of myriad torture, he tries to conjure an impression of Gotham’s sunburst-patterned stainless steel spires, the calcium fumes riding its broken skyline. Ink-wet cobblestone and labyrinthine alleys, barbed-wire-topped walls shimmering with Molotow Burner bats. (The way people only look at each other if they mean business.) The Gotham he'd marry. Postcards for the final moment. Not the rendering of Gotham he’s currently painted in, the Gotham ruled by rat kings, feral cat burglars, clown radicals, crocodile people, a one-woman park, and various skull-faced men with pointy teeth. Yet here he is, Ben Solo, feet and wrists going numb, the broad range of his eye-burning-green shibori shoulders going slack, somewhere in a three-hundred-mile city that only seems endless because it's frighteningly dense and crusted over with bodies. If Ben dies in Gotham, there could be a chance he'll never be found, and no one would know that he died right here at the bottom of the opera house. Who would report him missing? Who in this rancid, rogue city would alert LE to some famous asshole for whom going missing had formerly been a hobby? Rachel might. Rachel likes to get paid. The way a clown likes to put on a show. Maybe instead of bricklaying his corpse, it'll make the front page.

[perhetale]

PerheTale - The Stereo Incident

Takes Place After: Keep Going Takes Place Before: Jealous Skeleton

Sitting in the sofa, Ellyne tried to remember Grillby’s flames while drawing. She would have loved to go directly to Grillby’s to use him as a model, but she was supposed to stay with Sans - who was sleeping in the other side of the couch - while Callie was looking for Decaîrell in the Underground with Papyrus, since he lost himself - again . And if she sneaked out now, Callie would probably be super worried when she’d come home, and having a crazy worry Smom was not the best idea. She sighed and shrugged before focusing again on her drawing.

“EEELLLLLYYYYYYYY”

Ellyne looked up. Mina and Kyo were running down the stairs with a big smile, Mina holding her phone in her hands.

“You gotta listen to that song!!” Kyo said

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this” Ellyne said

Mina hold her phone in front of them, already giggling with Kyo, and pressed the play button of the video who was already on the screen. The beginning of the video was quite normal, despite being a bit colorful (the woman on it was wearing a dress that normal person would probably not wear), but things went a bit crazy when the song started. It was basically only animals screams and women dressed as chicken, but the song was incredibly catchy. Ellyne laughed at the sight of her sisters singing and making animal noises along the song while doing the chicken dance.

“Wait! That actually remind me of something!!” Ellyne said when the song ended, and then taking Mina’s phone.

She launched “What does the fox say” and observed the girls reaction. She was not disappointed, as they both liked it right away. When that song ended too, they saved both of them on the phone to be able to listen to it at will. The song of the phone was kinda bad though, so it was not super pleasant to listen to anything on it…

“Too bad we don’t have a stereo” Ellyne said “We could have listened to it on high volume”

“Yeah, that’s a shame” Kyo added

“Waiiit… I have an idea!!” Mina said, looking at the skeletons on the sofa

Ellyne looked at Mina, not getting what she had in mind. Sans was just sleeping on the couch, quietly snoring… What was she thin- Oh. OOOOH. Of course. His skull could probably resonate the sound, so, if they managed to put the phone inside his head… Sans would be their stereo. She grabbed the phone and went to put him in his eyes, but Mina stopped her.

“EW, NO DON’T! That’s gross. Not the eye!” She showed the skeleton’s mouth “There! It’ll be easier, we don’t even need to open it”

“Oh, yeah.” Ellyne put the phone inside the skeletons mouth and then pressed the play button.

The three girl’s eyes grew wide and started sparkling when the sound actually came out of Sans’ skull, strong and clear. They screamed in excitement and Kyo started doing the chicken dance again while Mina was making animals noises. Ellyne grabbed her own phone and started filming the whole scene, laughing like crazy.

After a while, the door opened and something black entered and run passed them fast, followed by Callie and Papyrus.

“Deca, damn it!” Callie said

“DON’T WORRY, THEY GREAT AND POWERFUL PAPYRUS WILL CHEER THE LITTLE BUDDY”

Papyrus followed Decaîrell upstair, and Callie let herself fell into the sofa.

“This little fellas is going to kill me” she sighed, before realizing the music “Hey, wow, that song is stupid but the sound is good! Where does it come from?”

The three girls laughed and, while Ellyne was still filming, Kyo and Mina went next to Sans.

“Well this wonderful sound is offered to you by the Skelerio!” Mina said

“The best stereo of this generation! With a sound so clear you won’t believe your ears!” Kyo added

“With the Skelerio, you can forget your old lame stereo!”

“And all of that for only 9999999 gold!”

“A sound so perfect, it’s obviously the Skelerio!”

Callie blinked slowly, trying to let all the informations getting to her brain.

“What the flip are you talking about girls?”

“Well since we didn’t have any stereo, we put Mina’s phone into Sans mouth. And the music is resonating in his head. Pretty cool right?” Ellyne said

“YOU DID WHAT?”

Callie stood up, getting next to Sans, and looked inside his mouth. They really had put a phone inside it!

“Oh my god girls no, this is NOT okay. This is so not okay!!!”

Callie looked around, trying to think about something, but nothing came. She then sighed and carefully put her hand inside Sans’ mouth to get the phone back, hoping the skeleton will stay asleep. This was so stupid. And if Sans was to wake up this would be so, so…

Callie froze as Sans eyes started glowing lightly. He looked at her, then down to her hand, then back at her, confused. Callie face went red.

“Aaahh.. Uuh… The… kids… Music… Their phone… Your mouth… A Skelerio? Oh my god…”

She grabbed the phone and removed it from Sans mouth (along with her hand) and gave it back to Mina, before leaving the house without adding anything. The three girls looked at Sans’ face, then burst into laughter together.

“What the hell just happened…?”

Callie only went back after a whole hour, still red. Sans was probably outside with the kids because the house was empty, but since it was starting to get late, she decided to start preparing the meal right away, so it would be ready when everybody came home.

“So, did the cat gave you back your tongue?”

Callie jumped in surprise and turn around to face Sans. He was laying against the wall, giving her a wide grin. Her cheeks started burning again and she looked away, embarrassed.

“Don’t keep your mouth shut like that, I swear I won’t put my hand or my phone on it”

Callie crashed her hand on her face, trying to hide. Sans laughed and came next to her, removing her hand.

“Come on, I’m messing with you Cal. The girls explained me. They even showed me the vid Ellyne did. Apparently I’m an awesome stereo. And to be honest, your face was priceless.” he winked “Thank you for trying to help. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

She nodded, still unable to talk.

“Now, how about we cook something while Paps is taking care of everyone so they have something to eat when they come back?”

“Oh, hu, yeah! But, you can cook?”

“Young Lady, who do you think used to cook before Undyne started teaching Paps to cook? And despite how much I love my brother, I can’t eat his pastas everyday. I’m planning to stay alive a bit longer”

“Aw come one, Paps pastas are not that terrible…”

“Said the girl who managed to avoid eating them all the time. I think Mina’s the only one who really like them”

“Mina would eat anything as long as it’s food” Callie said, chuckling

“Don’t she ever get sick?”

“All the time!”

“You probably don’t have a lot of time for yourself with such a crazy family, uh?”

“I… I don’t mind. At least I don’t have time to think. That’s not a bad thing”

“You can talk to me, you know? I mean, you’ve told me you did not want to talk about your past for now but…”

Callie looked at Sans and gave him a soft smile. She had been pushing the poor Sans away each time he had tried to know a bit more about them since their arrival. And despite that he still wanted to protect her. He had saved her life. She gave a few pats on one the chairs and sat on the other one. Sans came sitting next to her with a questioning look.

“I think… I think I’ve waited long enough. You’re a good friend. Obviously I can trust you. But… Like I’ve told you Sans, those ain’t nice stories. Not a single one of them.”

Sans nodded and Callie sighed.

“Well… Here we go. I think you’ve guessed it, but the kids are not mine. I’m just… kinda their adoptive mother? Not… legally... But still. I’ve sheltered every single one of them for a few years now.” she laughed “I hadn’t really planned it would get to this. I found Mina in the street and brought her back home for what I thought would be just a few night at first, and she never left. She told me a few months after she started living with me that she had lost her brother. He was killed by two drunk men, nearly in front of her. She…”

Callie put her hand in front of her mouth, uneasy. Mina and Elly… They had done some pretty bad stuff, without really wanting to do it. Would Sans understand that…?

“She… what?” Sans asked

“Okay, look, I’m going to need you to not judge the kids, okay? Some of them… They’ve done bad stuff. They did not want that. And they feel bad, really bad about it. And I need you to not bad mad at them. I need you to not start treating them differently. Sans, please. I need you to promise that what I’m going to tell you know won’t change anything…”

“Callie. You remember when we talked about the souls last time? When I told you about LV and EXP?”

“Uh, yeah? You told me I was LV 1, correct?”

“Yup. And so is Kyo. But I’m afraid you two are the only one at LV1…”

“Oh. Oh… Yeah… I should have thought about that…”

“So yeah… I kinda guessed a while ago that some bad stuff happened. I just don’t know what”

“Mina… she kinda lost it when she saw her dead brother. She killed the two men who were responsible when she understood what they had done. That’s how she gained EXP.”

“Wow…”

“I found her a few years after that. It was raining, she was soaked wet, hungry, cold… I offered her to stay at my house at least until her clothes were dry. I told her that if she wanted to stay longer she was welcome. And well, like I told you, she never left.”

“And… you didn’t freak out when you discovered that?”

“A bit? But she’s not the same person. I know it. I know her.”

“Okay, so… what happened to the others?”

“Deca was the second that we found. Or more, Mina found him while he was wounded and she brought him back home. And oh did I wanted to kick him out at first. I was scared of him. He was so… feral? I don’t know how to define it. I think being trapped for years might have driven him kinda crazy. He’s better now though, but he still doesn’t remember his whole life… So yeah Mina brought him back. Covered in blood. After he tried to attack her. And I adopted him.”

“Seems pretty legit to me”

“I know right?” she laughed “I don't know what is wrong with me.”

“There's nothing wrong with you. I mean yeah maybe you should be a tiny bit more careful, but you just want to take care of the others. That's kinda nice you know?”

“I’m gonna get myself killed one day”

“Nah. You’re still relatively careful with what you do. Mina’s gonna get herself killed if she keeps jumping on every monster she sees”

Callie laughed nervously. Sans had no idea how right he was… The poor Mina already died twice since their arrival. And exactly because of that. Trying to hug everyone without being careful. She shivered at the memory. She had been so scared the first time… Thank God Kyo could load…

“Yeaah lucky us it never happened right? Anyway, the next one was Ellyne. Mina met her in the park where she used to sell her drawings. Ellyne was drawing too and they met there a few days. I met her a week after I think. I was taking Mina home while coming back from work and when I offered to accompany her she started acting weird. I asked her if she actually had anywhere to go, and her silence was the only answer I got. I offered to come with us, and if she didn't really wanted to at first, Mina convinced her. I learned afterward that her father died in a fire and she was placed in a foster home. But they couldn't take care of her and she ran away. She doesn’t talk much about it but she feels responsible for her father's death”

“Why’s that?”

“She might love fire a bit too much… and the fire in which her father died is kinda… because of her…? She didn’t mean to burn the house of course, it was an accident. But if she hadn’t been playing with matches…”

“Don’t get me wrong but you’re a magnet to troubled kids”

“No shit Sherlock”

“So… Okay… that make the 3 kids that aren’t LV1”

“You’re still holding on?”

“That’s a lot to swallow but yeah I can manage”

“Great. So-”

The door suddenly opened, letting the kids and Papyrus entering the house, laughing. Callie looked at the clock. They had already been talking for a whole hour. And… they had totally forgotten to cook anything. She smashed her hand against her forehead.

“Flip, the diner!”

“Hey Smom! We’ve built snow-paps!” Mina said

“Yeah! And mine is the best!!” Kyo added

“No it’s not!” Mina answered

“YOUR SNOWPAPS WERE ALL REALLY GREAT, BUT DEFINITELY NOT AS GREAT AS THE GREAT PAPYRUS”

“Smom look at the super cool glasses I found!” Decaîrell shouted

He rushed to Callie and she laughed at the sight of big pink rave glasses.

“Oh wow, they are awesome” she winked at him

“Smom I’m hungry” Decaîrell added

“Aaah yeahhh… we kinda uh… we forgot to cook?”

The four kids whined.

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE MEAL! THE GREAT PAPYRUS-”

“Is taking you to Grillby’s!” Sans said, cutting his brother.

Papyrus was about to protest, but the smiles on the children's faces got the best of him. He then shrugged, sighing, and went back to the door.

“COME ON HUMANS AND MONSTERS BUDDY. LET’S GO!”

The kids grabbed Callie by the arms and started dragging her outside. While getting out, Sans looked at her with a shy smile, but winked. She nodded to him and whispered:

“I’ll get back to it. Promise. You’ll know the rest of the story”

[omega-al]

The Cave

The cave was on the cliffs behind the the old Epidaurus house, past the woods that surrounded it. Lady Epidaurus had died over forty years ago, and since then the place had been abandoned, only occasionally inhabited by roaming bums, drug addicts, and satanic cults. Weird shit happened in that house even before she died, there were rumors about her family, sometimes the towns people would show up to have their fortunes read, other times they’d show up with fire and pitchforks. If there were anyone left alive that’d remember them, they’d say that family was cursed, marked by the devil, dark, wrong... We first heard about them when we were researching the Salem witch trials, and their name came up in relations to an obscure demonic cult from early colonial times, though after more research, we discovered the family was older than that, even before they came to America, this gypsy family had traces in eastern Europe, Bulgaria and Greece. The Epidaurus family had been creeping around in the dark corners of the earth for a thousand years.

The cave itself was a local legend, before American settlers came to this area it was used for ritual sacrifice. The local native tribe was the kinda scary that was into all sorts of dark shit. Cannibalism to child sacrifice. The cave was at the epicenter of their belief, they thought it was a gate, a kind of doorway between worlds. Being the kind of brutal warmongering tribe they were, they had no shortage of enemies to offer up, but eventually other tribes learned to stay far away from this fucked up society. You can imagine what happens to a people that inbreeds and sacrifices half its gene pool to dark gods, but you don’t have to, because I am going to tell you. If you believe the stories of the white settlers, they found a group of about sixty people who were barely recognizable as people, they looked like demons. They were animalistic, violent and carnal. They had cut parts of off, sew other parts of animals onto themselves, horns and fur, and in the case of the chief, the cocks of his enemies, animal and human a like. Their skin was ritualistically burned, cut and bloodied. They looked like monsters, or at least that’s what the white men said. They slaughtered all of them, wiped the tribe from the face of the earth. It was said that a curse was put on the land that day, and anyone who lived there after that. Maybe the curse is what drew this strange gypsy family to build on this land.

We found hundreds of years of weird happenings and tragedy, missing children and sorrow unending, and then all of a sudden with the death of the last living member of the family, it all went quiet. Nothing for decades. The ‘satanist’ cult visitors, no more than wannabe gothy teens and the advantageous mystics trying to fuck them. But I knew it was still there, I knew it was just hiding, waiting for the right people to carry out its will.

We had been to the house that morning and found nothing, just shitty graffiti, used needles and a bum named Jared who smelled of piss, and thought I had stolen his hat thirty years ago in a bar in Brooklyn. He was useless but he did tell me late at night sometimes when the wind blew the right direction, he could hear chanting. He said sometimes the chanting would start as a low growl, like that of a large cat reminding you who is the prey, then it would get louder and louder until you could hear voices in the depths, screaming… that’s about when he started hitting himself in the head with his fist and we had to subdue him. He was just a jibbering mass of tears and sweat after that, so we left him with a bottle of whiskey and bump of heroin to get him through this episode, which we clearly caused. I told him before we left, to go, to leave this place, but I don’t think he heard me. Poor sonofabitch.

We set out from the house on foot at one, I had a map of the local trails and was fairly certain I knew where we would find the cave. We should have told someone where we were going, come back the next day when the sun was just coming up with help and a guide, because before we knew it, we were hopelessly lost and it was getting dark. My partner wanted to head back a few hours into it and we did, well we tried, but the trail markers kept changing, nothing was as it should be on the map. We found landmarks where they shouldn’t be, we crossed our own footprints several times. I might be a city kid, but how can you get so fucking lost of sixty acres of land. I’ll admit I was spooked, and my partner was near hysterical. That’s when I heard it, low and deep on the wind. It was coming from the east, from what should be the cliffs. I could barely hear it at first over the sound of leaves rustling in the sudden strong gust, but once I did, it got louder, until it was all I could hear. That’s when I realized the wind was no longer blowing, and the trees were completely still, but the sound was growing, in my chest, not my ears. I felt like I was about to be devoured by the lion I can’t see, but know I’m being hunted by. At this pinnacle of horror familiarity strikes and I can hear voices, low human voices, old unknown languages calling something up from the darkness. I looked at my partner and saw they were white, frozen in horror at the same realization I myself was experiencing. We were close.

Trying to leave this place didn’t work and my curiosity was driving me forwards, no amount of pleading on their behalf did any good, I had to know. So we went east toward the cliffs and the cold dark unfeeling ocean.

Something about the ocean always fascinated me, it gobbles up life, and is the source of life, it had seen it all, it watches the land and sky change, and die, and regrow, like we watch the lives of insects, each individual life without meaning, only able to be understood as movements and trends, and really all those lives are meaningless in the grand scope of time, for which the ocean has much more of than us. The ocean is like my mother, a cold hard bitch that doesn’t care if you live or die, just don’t make a fucking mess of the joint. And these cliffs, they had run red with blood into that cold forgetting ocean for hundreds of years. If a land could be haunted, this place sure as hell looked like it. The stone was white, alabaster, jagged and worn by the ruthless sea and as the moon rose into the sky it cast strange and terrifying shadows across the gnarled rocks and crags. The trail led us right to it. The dirt path becoming a dark red rust stained into the rocks. Blood. This was must be the way the sacrifices were marched, being flagellated and whipped by the rest of the tribe on their way to their fate. The chanting was louder here and came from a peak on the cliffs now outlined by the silver light of the moon. Maybe it was a trick of the light, the sheer contrast of light on the surface of dark, but it looked black, like really black, you couldn’t even see the mouth of the cave, it looked like a blurry smear of shadows undefined in reality, there, but not there.

As we stepped from the trail onto the cliffs I could almost see them, brutal busted forms of humans merged with animals, goat gods and feral ghouls, pain and blood, and lust, worn as armor. The atrocities that happened here are remembered by the earth, by the very stones beneath our feet.

As I walk towards the peak, my partner held onto my arm, I dragged them with me, they sob quietly as I imagine the weak would have when facing their fate, but they do not stop. Maybe fear had overwhelmed them, but my mind was racing, filling with images of the things that could have happened here. I didn’t know if I was going crazy or if something wanted me to see. The closer I got the louder the chanting, drums in the deep dark ahead of me urging me forward, the history of this place flooding my mind. White men, invaders, waging a war against the devil in their eyes, they killed them all, they raped their women, and sold their children into slavery, they were monsters. And when they owned the land, the brutality did not cease, this place made people wrong. It fucked them up, gave them strange ideas, maybe showed them what it was now, showing me.

I was about twenty feet away from the opening of the cave when the moon finally crested the peak and filled the area with white light, the ground was red, slick with blood. Our feet were wet with it. My partner saw this and started gagging and trying to climb me at the same time. The blood was flowing from the mouth of the cave and there in the deepest darkness, was a red glow, a small point of light that only grew in size the more you focused on it. I was fixated, I could not look away and my feet kept moving towards it. My partner was freaking now, screaming, begging me to stop. I could hear them threaten to leave me here if we did not turn back, but I did not speak, I had to keep going I had to know what was in the cave. I was ten feet away when he chanting stopped and I heard what sounded like the crunch of bones underfoot. Looking down, the ground was littered with them, animals mostly, but I could see crushed human skulls and the bones of what could only be children amongst the more familiar deer and coyote. I looked to my left and there at a stone altar, was the chieftain, his arms held aloft a giant maul, a naked body knelt beneath him, bound and gagged. He wore a cloak made of human flesh, and just like the legend, there were fucking cocks and balls all over the thing, like some visceral decorative fringe of manhood. His head had ram's horns grafted to the sides of his skull, his eyes were hollow blackened sockets. I was staring agape at him when he turned and looked me straight in the eye. He could see me. I was there, with him. He lowered the maul and gestured for me to join him, I turned to look for my partner, but suddenly I was wearing the cloak of dicks, my hands held the maul and I was bringing it down upon the skull of this kneeling human. I could feel the buckling of the skull easily giving way, I could feel the squish of their head meats escaping through their ears when I brought the heavy weapon down on their head, I could hear the silence of their sudden lack of breath. I dropped he maul and closed my eyes, holding them closed and telling myself, it’s not real, but even with my eyes closed I could smell the metallic scent of blood all around me. When I opened my eyes, the river of blood and the chief were gone, the bones remained but looked a lot less human, and there beneath me was my partner, brains smashed out by the rock I was still holding in my hands. It was so quiet. So completely still. What had I done… Then from the dark behind me, a low growl of something old, and evil, and pleased as punch with itself. I looked back and the body was gone, my partner nowhere to be seen, I still held the rock, but it no longer covered in blood.

I turned to face the mouth of the cave and dropping the rock, walked into the darkness as the growl became a deep laughter. I still want to know, the devil shoulda known better than to fuck with me. And now I know where he lives.