3 comments/ 24381 views/ 3 favorites The Long Kiss of Night Ch. 01 By: James Cody Blood: the sacred and the profane This story began several years ago, on the darkest night of the year. On this night, in the unholy trenches of the world – which is most of it -- the dead and the devilish prance the human realm. Believe me, I know them well as I now stand on the boundaries of Death and Life. But that is a malaise I will expand on later in this tale. I'd set out alone, with Moonwyn, down the lonely road that should have taken me home, but ultimately led to my blessed doom/rebirth. Thunder tore the sky asunder. My mare was weak with fatigue and hunger, and the rain was portent of evil and wonder. There, up in the distance, by the end of the path, I saw the torches of the inn where I hoped to lay my head. But upon arrival, the innkeeper warned me in dread: "Fool, 'tis the night of the dead. How can I be sure you are not one of them? You are cursed; I will not sacrifice my soul to relieve yours. Return to the dread abyss where you belong." Staring in disbelief at the innkeeper as he crossed himself, bolted his gate and cursed me under his dank breath, I tightened my cloak for better protection against the cold biting at my bones. Any other night, a Paladin, even without armour, would have been welcomed. But as I would soon discover, this night would be as unique as the legends surrounding it. Picking up Moonwyn's reins, I started up the sinuous road leading into the dark forest of Syrok. I knew that I shouldn't cross the forest on such night without at least twenty men by my side to combat any vile creatures, but caution had long surrendered to my desire to be by my beloved. As I reached the edge of the wood, I had to dismount for I would not risk my horse breaking her leg. Recent rains had muddied the trails. Walking Moonwyn through mud and marsh, I felt the eyes of demons and their minions scan my every move. I stopped, listening to the chattering of the night -- the breath of my steed and creatures rustling about with speed through the bushes. I drew my sword; this night, Death would not have me without a fight. But when, from the darkness, wolves howled my name with unnerving purity -- I bolted on my horse, bravery giving way to self-preservation. The night, however, would not give me up so easily: Among the howls and growls, a woman cried for me to stop. One moment, the path was clear, the next there she appeared as if carried by starlight, forcing Moonwyn to a harrowing halt and blocking our only means of escape. There she was, standing in all her splendour, dressed in wispery white. Her skin looked so pale against the night and her long black hair floated in mid-air, there was nary the slightest breeze. Without a hint of fear in her eyes she asked: "Please help me kind knight. I feel so cold." It didn't seem strange to me at first, but when she spoke her lips didn't move. I should have fled that forsaken place, but I was sure that I knew this ghostly lass. I just couldn't remember from where or when. Entranced, I dismounted, and stood ready to face her underworld. I swore oath to aid those in need, so I made my way to her, prepared to face anything despite my ever growing fear. Once by her side, she whispered to my soul: "Do not fear the host of Hell, Gabriel my love; as a child, they were my masters, as a woman, I am their queen. And from death, I seek my dark prince." Wearily, I stared at her wonder as she pushed the hood of my cloak back -- memories of my youth flooding my inner vision: a playmate from childhood; a drowning I could not stop; a merciless guilt I could never overcome; my first love, lost forever to the unknown. But there she was, looking safe and sound. I couldn't believe my eyes. "Lily," I said, "this can't be. For twenty years, I've dreamt of seeing you again. Tell me that the purity of your heart has cast you from Hell's grasp." At that moment, she put a clammy hand on my shoulder and a cold kiss to my lips. "I am a queen of hell," she said, "a small price to pay to come back to you and ease our suffering." "N-No..." I stammered as she pressed her cold body to mine. Her nipples, colder the night air, stirred the heat of my passion as they pierced my layers of clothing. "I've sworn an oath to God and Church..." "An oath," her tongue froze my lips, "or a fraud? Has God ever asked you to spill blood? Or did a man?" With her words, the white dress fell away. She was naked. What a beauty she become – the kind of beauty to cloud men's minds. Ice chilled blood flooded my member as I let go my sword and she guided my hands to her cold but moist inner folds. "You're wrong. I've killed, but they were always enemies of the Church." In the wake of our seduction, I felt the shadows rustle in discontent. "The blood on your hands, Gabriel, is the blood of men such as yourself. And what of the women and children you've murdered?" I felt tears flow from my eyes as Lily dropped to her knees and undid the britches of my pants. Her cold hand on my cock was disturbing, but the hellfire of her mouth warmed me to the point of exasperation. "Before you could question God ordering a slaughter, the words of men surely guided your sword?..." Between licks, she glared at me with glowing green eyes. "Lily, what kind of monster have you become?" "Call me what you want Gabriel: Demon, succubus, vampire, reflection... But in the end, I'm as profane a monster as you are, my love." At that instant, the hellspawn sprang from the shadows and encircled us. I watched as Lily gently floated away from me, a trail of ethereal saliva the only connection between her lips and my sex. Her departure the apparent signal, the beasts and unholies attacked. But this was the night when the dead moved among the living, so we lived by similar rules. At first, my sword drew much blood from my attackers, the light of self-righteousness shielding me from the horde's charge, but nothing could stand for long against an evil so great. My blade cut through the night without respite, bathing me in gore and damnation; but as soon as I killed one, two others replaced it. After only a few moments – which felt like hours to me – I had already suffered many wounds, as claws and teeth sheared and tore the blood from my flesh. I was doomed as my strength and resolve abandoned as me – finally, I found myself losing my faith and questioning my beliefs. Still, as my heart pounded and sweat drenched my brow and blood seeped in to the ground, they would not have me without a fight! But at some point, I lost my footing and fell to my knees, but not without driving my blade into the hideous tentacled creature before me ... but the others, there were too many of them. The sheer weight of their numbers toppled me over; still, I cried and I fought. By my hand, dead and undead shared the same fate. Soon, though, I would no doubt join them. My strength drained at last, I waited for the finishing blow that would rip my heart from my chest, but it never came. The hell-beasts had been replaced by Lily's visage very close to mine. As she licked the blood from my face, I could almost smell the once sweet breath that had never truly escaped her lips. She whispered: "Gabriel, you must forgive what is about to happen -- it is necessary." I was unable to speak as she stood to her full height. She seemed unbelievably tall, but I counted it as an effect of the blood loss. What was certain was the chanting that escaped her motionless lips. The song was appeasing, even when a canticle of demons and monsters joined her. I felt their powerful fingers and hands and tentacles lift me up to offer me to the night. Gently -– a gesture I thought impossible for these things – they peeled away the scraps of tattered clothing that clung to me in a desperate bid of humanity. A strong hand pushed my head up, and I realised that all the oozing claw and bite marks contained arcane patterns of symbols and letters. They'd carved incantations into me during our struggle? But wonder gave way to writhing pleasures as I witnessed their slobbering, dripping tongues press into the wounds in a vain effort to clean them. Some of the wounds were so deep that the demonic appendages grazed bone and triggered spasms that rocked my body despite the weakness. Here and there I would find the strength to grasp a piece of putrid flesh that would pop beneath the pressure, triggering a wave of laughter to spread through the host – I felt a cool, viscous substance erupt from the gashes in the demons like some living ichor, spreading across my body. Numb as I was, I smelled the obscene concoction of their dead and my dying flesh. Forgoing God, Devil, and oath, I wondered how long I'd stay conscious after they tore me limb from limb. But again, circumstances proceeded differently. Some of the tongues had moved to my cock. I felt it grow in expectation – but there was no way I had enough blood to sustain this erection, even if I did have the image of Lily floating over me. So near death, I succumbed to the image of her beauty. Her hair was long, jet-black, split down the middle and as mobile as tiny limbs .Her eyes were of deepest jade-like green, sometimes glowing as they reflected the ambient light. Lashes as black as her hair drew lines to her high and prominent cheekbones and perfectly sloped nose. Her mouth was pulled back in a sick smile that could not hide the sensuous thickness of her lips. Her hands were massaging her pert nipples and firm breasts – they were neither small nor large, but simply perfect. She let her hands move to her slender waist and curved hips, lingering at times over the dark triangle of her womb's antechamber. Though so feminine, Lily was still as toned as any man reared on a battlefield. My mouth filled with blood as I tried to tell her how maddeningly beautiful she would have been if she'd lived long enough for me to love, but the most I could muster was a garbled approximation of her name. Recognising my effort, she put a finger to her lips and lowered herself to me. What an image we must have been – me, lying on a bed of devils and demons while a phantasm from my past floated over me. My ghost-Lily straddled me, her cunt only a few inches from my hardness. Her hair swirled about as she traced each symbol carved in my chest – upon each she paused to enunciate its spoken name. This time, her lips moved and her words echoed through the trees of Syrok. My eyes grew wide as she slid my dying sex into hers. For all the coldness I'd felt at her fist touch, her cunt was as warm as her lips had been earlier. The passions of Hell were embracing me as she rode my cock to a sweet oblivion. Unearthly wetness spread from her pussy as she moaned and sighed. Harder and harder she rode me, forcing a strange smoke to escape my wounds – I wondered if those were my last breaths. But I soon forgot about the smoke and the demons and the fact I was surely dying for I was fuelled by new found strength. I grabbed Lily's hips, hypnotised by her transparent form bouncing around my member, and I suddenly immobilised her. She gasped as we stayed connected, this devil-woman and the half-dead knight, her slick cunt fitting snugly around my pulsating member. Impossibly, I threw myself off the demon bed and landed on a high tree branch. My flesh felt as light as her transluscent form was. Like one of the demons, I moved from branch to branch with preternatural strength and agility -- all the while, Lily riding my cock, which inexorably sank deeper in to her dark core with each of my lunges. This was fucking unlike I'd ever known before – if I was to die this night, possessed of demonic desire and berated of any Godly longings, so be it. "Gabriel!!" my demon queen howled as I threw our ecstatic form off tall tree and we fell towards our bed. The hell-spawn had been following our trek though the treetops, awaiting our return. Their viscous tongues stretched out high above their heads to better cushion our fall. Supported thus, I took my time to pull my cock almost out of her before diving back in as deeply as possible – Lily howled as I saw my cock grow longer with each thrust until the tip reached where her heart would have been. Her entire body contracted around my member and I came – not only white passion from the tip, but liquid darkness from the designs in the shaft. The force of my orgasm threw me from her and I went crashing to the ground. As I fell, I saw Lily watching me as streams of dark ichor sprayed from my wounds while my cock continued to jerk in orgasm. Before I hit the ground and was lost to the abyss, I realised my heart had stopped beating long ago. The Long Kiss of Night Ch. 02 At Play in the Fields of the Divine A canticle of angels sang and fucked as I watched from my perch atop the giant skull of some creature a long time extinct. I smiled as their wings fluttered and they used the feathers to tickle the asses, balls and pussies of their brethren. It was not unusual to see such a gathering of holies near the Abyss. Whenever the living gathered and celebrated in song it was an aphrodisiac to angels -- by their beatific nature they responded with their own songs sprinkled amidst their throes of ecstasy. Only an orgy of a hundred angels could come simultaneously; the combined joy would echo in the world of the living as a break in the clouds and pillars of sunlight and rainbows would inexplicably decorate the sky. If the moon had risen, the living would witness a display of Northern lights. Such are the things I am privy to witness. But the distraction was short lived as Moonwyn nudged me. She was snorting fire -- a sure sign that a breach had formed in the Abyss and something had leaked through. With and easy flip I landed on the saddle I fashioned from my own bones. I tugged Moonwyn's reins and launched her at the angels still drunk with their own come. A pretty one saw me and yelped as she witnessed Moonwyn's skin liquify and appear to puddle at her shoulders and then reform as large bat-like wings. I laughed as I pulled her head upwards and Moonwyn flapped her giant wings -- spaying the angels with moist droplets of blood as skinless muscles bulged and surged. We circled them for a few moments, giving me time to wink at the one who'd first noticed us. She gave me a look that was a mix of lust and hate and then the others huddled, covering themselves with their fine white wings. I exhaled smoke from the cracking scars that riddled my body and Moonwyn lunged forward with a thunderous beating of her wings. Once upon a time there was a man named Gabriel and he thought himself a righteous warrior of God. But a faithful night, in the forest of Syrok, he was initiated and recruited by Hell after having been singled out by Heaven. That name was nothing but a memory now as I crossed lakes of boiling blood and forests of moaning trees. I had crossed the Abyss after my fly by of the angels and had entered into the realm of Hell. As Moonwyn flew towards the Eastern horizon we soon came upon our quarry: a random thought of hope had entered and was illuminating the local flora and fauna of demons who scurried back to dens of despair. I saw one who looked upon the hope and try to touch it. The demon's body suddenly blistered and it howled with fury as flowers grew where it had touched hope. It actually started to dance! At once I nicked my finger with my knife and shook my hand, watching as my blood flowed from the cut and congeal to form an arrow before the cut sealed itself. I steadied Moonwyn, unhooked my bow from the back of the saddle and nocked the arrow. Hope could not be allowed to flourish. The bow tightened with an audible moan of ecstasy and I let loose the arrow. The demon saw it flying but did nothing when it pierced its eye. My blood was liquid again and it sprayed the demon as its own ichor flowed forth. The two liquids erupted in blue flame and the demon was consumed before it could spread a song of hope. Scavengers feasted on the crispy remains. We set upon our pursuit of the thought and found it circling a grove of petrified victims -- damned souls for whom Hell was a frozen moment in time when they were at their lowest. They had defined their existence with a single act that brought pain to themselves and others. Hope is always drawn to the hopeless. I saw it near a man who was mangling a child out of revenge against his wife till he realised the child had been his in the end. Hope gathered, ready to bathe the victim -- it had the aspect of clean water till I drove my sword in to it. It was said the blade was forged in the centre of the Earth before the age of Man and tempered in a puddle of God's tears. All I knew was that the night was ripped with a piercing scream as hope broke apart and crumpled to dust as it does so often. My blade hummed for a moment in satisfaction before I slid it back in to the sheathe across my back. Moonwyn shivered for a moment and I patted her powerful neck. With a tap of my heels she settled back on the ground and her wings melted and reformed as her skin. She was tired of the flight so I trotted us back to our lair. We followed a branch of the Styx that led to the Abyss and our home. I pulled her reins and halted our progression as I noticed something in the water. I dismounted her and walked to the edge. Peering at the liquid I saw my reflection. But it was a warped reflection for I saw the man I once was and the life I could have lived. I'd forgotten the Styx would torture onlookers with their deepest desires. I saw Gabriel in a woman's embrace and she kissed him while he fucked her with abandon. That much was still true. I laughed as I saw the image of the woman giving birth to what would have been Gabriel's daughter. Annoyed with these phantasms, I reached under my cape and unsheathed my dagger. It was a long silver and ebony blade with a hilt composed of intertwining snakes and crowned with four cobras. I ran the edge of the blade across my left wrist and let a few rivulets of blood fall into the water. The wound sealed within seconds while the blood pooled under the surface of the river and took my aspect and proceeded to slaughter Gabriel and his wife and child. I was the hunter and guardian of the Abyss now and I would not have it any other way. Their spilt blood pooled with mine and was finally carried away by the current. I mounted Moonwyn for she was now rested and ready for a gallop. I pointed her toward the Abyss and jabbed my heels in her sides. She snorted happily and bolted with all the power and speed she could muster. As her hooves drove in to the ground of Hell, moans and grunts escaped the indentations she left -- if we had stopped to peer in them we might see an eye, a mouth, or perhaps even a whole face appear for a brief moment from the disturbance. Hell was built upon the souls of the damned. A death hawk was pacing us from on high, playing at diving at us and then pulling up at the last moment, unleashing its terrible squawk. Each time it made that sound, a living child was having a nightmare. The hawk finally perched itself in a tree of woe not far from the cave entrance that marked my abode. Woes only grew in overlapping patches of space and time shared with the Earth realm. Tears and blood were its main fertiliser, so their must have been a battle in this place some when in the past or the future. Time meant very little here. I dismounted Moonwyn and removed the saddle. She looked at me and I nodded. She bucked a few times and hurried south to go and run with a herd of poltergeist that often roamed near the Abyss. It was then I noticed a golden hue emanating from my cave. I drew my sword and entered the cave. The glow was intense and warm as I neared it, but since this was my home I took a deep breath and blew lightly like I would for a candle. There was a surprised gasp erupting from deeper inside as the glow subsided and mine were the only eyes allowed to see. I heard a ruffling of wings -- an angel was in my home. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from a Holy?" I asked as I sheathed the sword. Six wings batted back and forth in search of my voice and the angel faced me. A seraphim. She was a bit shorter than I was and though her neck and limbs appeared delicate, I knew a seraphim was a powerful adversary, even on this side the Abyss. Her blond hair was neatly tucked under a helmet and she wore the mandatory golden breast plate and boots and brassards. She carried two knives and had a bow and quiver hanging from her side. Her beautiful blue eyes peered in the darkness as she struggled to summon her glow. Angels were so proud of that trick. "I know you," I whispered, making sure that the sound vibrated from the walls themselves. I snapped my fingers and globes of light ignited from the ceiling. I could see in the darkness of my own creation but I saw no reason to hide from her anymore. "Yes," she said with a melodic voice, more used to singing than simple speech. "We saw each other earlier before you hunted that poor hope." "Such is my purpose," I emphasised as I leaned against the wall and observed her. I could not help but notice how bulbous her breasts plate was. Then I remembered I had seen her naked just a while ago. That had been a splendour to behold. "Since you're primed for battle I gather this is not a social call?" "There has been a breach in Heaven," she said, though not without difficulty as I stared at her intensely. "Stop looking at me like that." "It's no different from the way I looked at you before. Why should you be more modest now that you're dressed?" I took a step forward and caressed the feathers of the wing closest to her thighs. "So a lost soul has invaded the great garden." She glared at me for referring to the home of the Holies as a mere garden. But she then closed her eyes for I was gently caressing the main phalange of her wing. I blew on her wing and goosebumps erupted across her skin and her glow came back. I wanted to fully witness her enjoy the way I touched her as we discussed business. "The breach must have been on the border of Heaven and the Abyss itself for me not to have sensed it. And they sent you to fetch me?" Her opposite wing swooped around to touch my arm. Her feathers, mobile like fingers, traced the scars that had been my binding contract to this existence. They opened and seemed to sigh as she tickled them. "I am to fetch and escort you through Heaven as you hunt the soul," she declared as she bit her full lower lip. "Because of your earlier behaviour, it is believed you cannot be fully trusted or controlled." "They're right," I whispered while I moved close to her. Again a look of lust flashed across her eyes, but only lust this time. I stared at her cleavage: she wore a short. silk-like dress beneath the armor and the straps ended in a V behind her neck. I nonchalantly ran a finger across the crease between her tits. Her skin was golden and warm and I knew her nipples must be hard to the point of discomfort under her golden armor. "When was it sighted?" "What?" she asked as she closed her eyes and distractedly began to wrap her wings around me and lean forward for a kiss. "The lost soul we should be hunting -- when was it last seen?" "Oh!" she exclaimed as she realised what was about to happen. "I... Stop that!" She jumped back and her wings fluttered nervously. "We should be leaving now as it has a head start." I smiled as she struggled to regain her composure. "I agree. By the way, I can't wait to lick your tits," I added as I flicked my tongue at her. "You are a vulgar bastard, aren't you," she declared as she straightened her feathers. "I can't believe you once bore an angel's name." "Hmmm... And now I stand before you Heaven and Hell's bastard son." I took an exaggerated bow and took my leave. She followed me and cursed me in her angelic dialect. Once outside, she spread her six wings and she was aloft -- I must admit it was an impressive sight. I slipped my battle gloves on, though not before kissing the finger that touched her skin to absorb her taste. She noticed and sprinted away. I whispered Moonwyn's name and she swooped down towards me; I leapt in to the air and landed on her bare and skinless back. My mount enjoyed the intimate pressure of my weight against her exposed inner flesh. In a few flaps of her powerful wings we'd caught up to the seraphim. "What's your name?" I called over the roar of her wings. We were approaching the border of Heaven and the Abyss. We would not be able to speak during the transitions and since in Heaven the natives tend to sing -- I do not sing. Well. "I'm Enya'el," she shouted as she looped around me and flew in a figure I recognised as an incantation to form a transition -- she then streamlined her wings along her body and dove as a pool of light formed below us. Her disappearance was accompanied by erratic eruptions of light and resounding thunderclaps and the portal was gone. I looked over my shoulder at the permanent crepuscule that was the Abyss and plunged in the manner of Enya'el. As I neared the transition I was generating, tendrils of light reached out for Moonwyn and me. The light was searing and cold at the same time as it melted and joined with our nether-flesh. From a flash of blinding brightness to a darkening blink when I was overwhelmed by the feeling of being everything and nothing at the same time, we burst through the transition into the blue skies of Heaven. I've never gotten used to the feeling of pure bliss that strikes like lightning to the eye when I enter Heaven. An orgasm of mind and body rattled me and I was close to falling off Moonwyn, who of course was quite content with the bliss of the open sky free of floating corpses and tears falling like rain. Enya'el was stationary and patiently awaiting my malaise to pass. "Are you ready to cross the heavenly path and find the unwanted and unleash your wrath?" she sang. The singing -- from an angel it was truly a beautiful thing to hear and especially from Enya'el as the music of strings and horns echoed in the sky to accompany her words and the bulging of her bosom. The was even a chorus in the wind. It was the sounds of the blessed. "Show the way to my quarry fair maiden, I will cast the unclean from your heaven," I wondered for a moment if I was referring to the lost soul or to myself. But the quandary was fleeting as I pushed Moonwyn ahead of Enya'el as I perceived what could only be called a scent of madness flowing from the western horizon. The sky was a pure blue but clouds and the brightly coloured fairies and birds were not traversing the trail the lost soul had left. The grass lands of the plains of happiness were a mixture of blues, greens and oranges. The ground was permeated with ebbing rainbows that shifted and morphed to the music carried by the wind -- but I had found the physical trail of the lost soul, a line of dead ground from which the stench of sulfur erupted. Within the borders of the trail rose what looked liked charred remains of tattered limbs reaching out of the ground itself. Frail wisps of ashen flesh were carried aloft by the winds -- they had lost their mellifluous rise. Enya'el had caught up with us as we came upon a lake of wine that was turning to vinegar. Horned Land beasts similar to deers of almost painful beauty had been drinking at the water hole -- they were now screaming in agony from the acidity that was burning them from the inside. Enya'el flew over them, singing an incantation in the angel dialect I recognised to be a healing song but even as her melodies worked to realign the essence of the animals their sizzling flesh was too damaged and they agonizingly dissolved with grunts and moans. Enya'el finally stopped singing; she knew it was useless to heal them just to watch them begin suffering a second time. I watched her tears as their moans overtook the musical winds -- I took my dagger and drew the blade across my cheek, covering it with my blood. I then blew on the knife and threw it at the dying herd. The weapon spun towards the animals under Enya'el's startled gasp; each animal the blade touched as it danced disappeared in a burst of scarlet light. Within moments they were all but memories and my blade was back in my hand. "What was that madness?" she hollered at me. "Could I not morn their sadness?!" Her wings glowed and her eyes burned. "Do not question my sincerity when I granted them mercy," I responded with a soulful baritone. "I watched you helpless to ease their suffering; I should have taken them away from the beginning." We hovered over the lake in this manner for a few moments, glaring at each other until I heard a rumble and saw the centre of the lake begin to bubble and swell. I yanked Moonwyn and she gave a mighty beat of her wings, startling Enya'el as it hurled us in opposite directions. A split second later the vinegar erupted and it flew up from its centre: the lost soul. But as I eased Moonwyn in a banking turn around the lake's shore to join Enya'el, I gathered a better idea of what we were facing. It was more than simply a lost soul, it was an incarnate. It rose above the lake, two massive metallic wings as acerated as the finest blades holding it aloft. It had the shape of a man though it's skin was black and glistening with a stinking mucous. Its muscles were tight sinews that rippled with strength and power; between its legs there was an erect cock nearly as long and think as my arm; it had no features except its eye sockets from which fires embered. And I couldn't help but notice it was nearly three times my size. Enya'el was shaking the dirt from her wings when I landed -- the incarnate appeared somewhat cautious as it flew to the opposite shore and observed us. "What manner of lost soul could precipitate such a role," she whispered as she pulled her daggers from their sheathes. "The power to create such a monster -- it is a wonder." "There is no mystery as this act was voluntary," I answered as I drew my sword. "A mad soul was unleashed to possess an angel purposely." Moonwyn scorched the air with the raging flames from her nostrils and we lifted into the sky in an arcing course and we dove to face the incarnate head on. At the apogee of our climb I signaled Enya'el to draw her bow and arrows and to flank the incarnate. She took flight with the muster of her six wings and banked the lake -- the incarnate took flight as well to meet my charge. Its wings gleamed in the sunlight and I knew they were enough to take my head. As it neared I saw it shift its position so the wings could shear through Moonwyn and me like a knife in butter. But at the point of spitting distance I yanked Moonwyn to the left -- she tucked her right wing close to her flanks, spun in mid air and did the same with her left wing. When her rear quarters faced the charging incarnate she spread her wings and unleashed the fury of her hind legs. Her hooves connected with the incarnate's head and sent it realing backwards. I looked over my shoulder and saw the two arrows Enya'el has knocked sink in the creature's side. But I underestimated the incarnate's wingspan -- like hooks they sank into my shoulders and I was pulled from Moonwyn and carried by the incarnate as it tumbled and screamed. We crashed on the lakeshore and as we rolled I pushed with my legs and launched the incarnate into a boulder. I sank my fingers into the ground and halted my progress, I then pivoted and drew my sword in time to see the beast lunge at me with its acerated wings outstretched to slice me to shreds. I gathered my strength and leaped over the onslaught -- it was not the most elegant summersault but straight enough that my sword traced a near perfect arc and slashed the creature where the wing met its putrid flesh. Ichor gushed from the wound and showered me as I landed on my feet -- I turned to face the incarnate and witnessed it hook the tip of its other wing in the ground and use that as a fulcrum. Before I could react the creature had gathered speed and it crashed its legs squarely in my chest. I lost my sword and felt a sudden stabbing pain as something in my chest ceeded beneath the blow. I was then thrown against the same boulder as the incarnate just a few moments earlier. Winded, I lifted my head and felt the beast pin my arms to the rock. Then I gasped and moaned as it used its massive organ as a spear and jammed it in my gut half a dozen times. I managed to throw it off me in time to see my tattered innards fall to the ground. I vomited blood and sought to gather my insides but the incarnate was already primed to finish its attack. Luckily for me Moonwyn cut it off and fought it with wing and hoof. Above us I saw Enya'el's shadow and saw 2 other arrows strike the same wound I gave the creature a few moments ago. The incarnate screamed and launched itself at Enya'el with fiery fury. Moonwyn chased after it and they fought viciously. The Long Kiss of Night Ch. 02 "Nooooooooo!" I screamed in agony as the incarnate proved too powerful for Moonwyn and I watched as she was butchered and gutted and decimated by its deadly, sharp wings. My poor Moonwyn's blood rained down on the lake and chunks of her meat splattered the shore. It then turned its attention to Enya'el -- she fired every arrow she had as it charged her, using its wings as a shield, splintering heavenly arrows to kindling. She dived below the incarnate, her mighty wings moving with eerie grace as she evaded her attacker with agility. But the incarnate was relentless and during one of their loops it shot what I could only describe as hot come on the seraphim. The sticky liquid impeded her wings and she struck the ground. The incarnate shot other globs of come around her -- where they struck, the ground erupted and tendrils of dirt and roots sprouted and converged on Enya'el. I watched as the tentacles entwined her arms and legs and wings. She fought them but they proved even too strong for her divinely inspired power. She attempted a song but a root entered her mouth and moved obscenely in and out of her beautiful lips. The others swiftly slid across her limbs and under her garments. Her tunic tore and her breastplate bent and was discarded. Enya'el's eyes widened as the tentacles almost tenderly moved across her exposed skin, finding the places that would make her moan under different circumstances. Her nipples grew hard despite her resistance. Her eyes closed as the root in her mouth moved more slowly now. Thus exposed she was raised into the air and suspended, spread open and ready to be violated by the incarnate. It landed a few strides from her and walked slowly towards her prostrate form. "Enough!" I bellowed and my sword was now firmly back in my hand. I gathered the entrails spilled from my stomach and cut through them with a groan. No longer bogged down by those useless appendages of a humanity long ago surrendered in hellish ecstasy, my skin sutchered itself along the fault-lines that were the scars that sanctified me neither as demon or angel, but as something else. Once my skin sealed the scars opened and released the sulphur and incense scented smoke that denoted my new vigour. In my mind's eye, the lost souls that swam the Abyss stopped and listened. "I am hunter and guardian of the Abyss..." I muttered over and over as blue fire erupted from my scars. "I am the oncoming storm." Arcs of black lightning ashed what was left of my tunic and armor -- the same arcs bounced off the ground and up my arm, tracing a profile from my feet to the tip of my sword. "I am the avatar of Wrath." The air rippled as I walked towards the incarnate and Enya'el. I confronted it, naked as the dawn with fire and dark light arcking from me like a star. The incarnate spread its wings to their full and terrible expanse and its organ was suddenly barbed and primed to fuck me into oblivion. My own shaft crackled with electricity and was erect from the excitement of the battle to come. Seizing her chance, Enya'el bit down hard on the root in her mouth -- it trembled and spewed a smelly liquid as she spit what was left of it out of her mouth. She shouted more than sang her incantation and her binds suddenly petrified and exploded in a hail if dust and debris. Thus free she cleared to the opposite shore to rest and allow me the time I needed to end this. I jumped high into the air and threw my sword at my enemy. It closed its wings and screamed as the blade was only partially deflected and it left a deep gash of molten metal across the incarnate's wings. The beast spread them open in time to see me falling towards it. Light arcked from my scars and pulled me to the incarnate faster than it expected. I landed on its powerful shoulders, steadied myself and grabbed it wings. It tried to shake me off but I held steadfast till I heaved myself backward. The wings popped from their sockets and the incarnate howled in agony as ichor shot like a geyser from those gaping wounds. Momentum carried me into a back-flip and I landed in front of the mangled incarnate, staring up a it and crackling with terrifying energy. I dropped the wings and waited for it to move. Confused by pain it trembled and stared left and right, the embers in its eyes shifted from one colour to the next. I still waited till I saw Enya'el throw one of her daggers she'd dropped earlier. It crossed the lake and stuck itself in the incarnate's thigh. Enraged, it charged me and I sidestepped it, hooked its arm and flung it into the air. I summoned my sword back to my hand and I cast myself in the air after the incarnate, leaving behind a trail of fire and lightning. I caught up with the incarnate -- it tried to ward me off with its erection but my blade cut it short and I then drove the sword squarely in the incarnate's chest. Ichor jutted from it and my added weight pulled us down. I twisted my body so the beast was beneath me as we fell. We hit the ground with a thunderous ruckus and I pushed my blade till the hilt pinned the squirming and agonizing incarnate. As it flailed I straddled it and took a deep breath -- from my scars fire and lightning was replaced with pools of blood. I raised my arms and moaned as the blood flowed from my reopened wounds and draped the incarnate; each drop sizzled and then washed away a bit of the desecration until we were surrounded with a stinking pool. Weakened but still able to stand, I pulled my sword from the revealed victim of this folly: a delicate looking female angel, almost a sister to Enya'el. I peered over my shoulder and saw her warily fly towards me. Before moving away from the body, I reached into the angel's once magnificent but now devastated chest and removed the heart: the centre of the possession. It dripped with angelic blood, Ichor and my own nether-blood. As Enya'el landed and tentatively crouched near her fallen comrade, I tossed the heart in the air and it floated there. I blew on the heart and it collapsed in on itself, leaving a swirling mass of organic stew in which I could see a face appear before drowning in the sludge. In the centre a portal had formed that led to the Abyss. I expelled a breath and the portal syphoned the blood from my body and the pool that had stained Heaven. The liquid rose in the air and funneled around me before falling in the portal. I heard an audible groan as the Abyss welcomed a new lost soul, though this one had been wrenched from a living body before being cast to Heaven. This, I would have to investigate. Once the blood was off my body and the ground cleansed, I took my sword and slashed the swirling mass, closing the portal before something else escaped. Enya'el was standing quietly while I completed my task. She held the destroyed angel in her arms and she was singing a mournful chant and the wind swirled around her and lifted her charge aloft. Over the horizon three shapes approached quickly -- I tightened my hand on my sword till I saw six winged seraphim. Two beautifully sculpted males hoisted their fallen comrade and carried her back where they came while the other dashed left and right at Enya'el's behest. I joined her as we watched the female seraphim gather Moonwyn's remains and drop them near the centre of the lake. "Your steed has done a great deed," she said as a bright column of green light blasted upwards from the lake and cut a path through the clouds. I saw within it in an image of Moonwyn at various stages of her existence from pony to mare. "This is a monument to honour her life as she brought this blessed lake from strife." The flying seraphim saluted us and flew after her kin while Enya'el touched my arm. The ridges of my scars trembled as she pressed her forehead to my shoulder -- I felt her hard nipples against my arm. Her wing touched my other shoulder. "We have both lost many things this night," she whispered to my ear. "What price to pay to make things right." "The incarnate was an act of willful desecration," I said and the ground beneath us trembled. "Darkest magic triggered this obligation. I have a thirst for blood I would release like a raging flood. But my thoughts of vengeance here have no presence." "I will lead back to the gateway of the Abyss. I can at least do this." "With Moonwyn's passing, Enya'el, I have grown weary of Heaven and Hell. But something within me has cracked and I fear how I can react, thus now I must find another means to act." Suddenly flames burst from my arms, licked Enya'el and she shivered. The flames reached up and coalesced above us and opened to form a ring that descended. Enya'el clung to me as the temperature dropped despite the flames; as the ring passed we witnessed the permanent dusk of the Abyss merge with the eternal sunrise of Heaven which in turn shaded to the cool night of Hell which then melted to the green of Earth; finally all those echoes meshed and eventually dissipated to reveal a vast field and firmament of blue. Around us colour swirled and bubbled and burst; lights flashed as stars erupted into this space before slipping back into whichever realm was theirs. My scars sealed themselves and I closed my eyes while the ripple of the stars' passing washed over me. The fabric of this place vibrated with all the life of everywhere and everywhen else. "These are... dreams?" Enya'el asked. Goosebumps skipped across her golden flesh; the firmament's swirling colours coalesced and formed a startling array of shapes and silhouettes. Some bodies were flying while others fell; we advanced slowly and walked through various combinations of men and women and denizens as they embraced and fought each other coldly and passionately. Ahead of us a man stood and suddenly grew to the size of a mountain -- above him was an even larger structure descending from between mutating clouds. The Man-Mountain was pulled upwards into a giant cunt that rained its musky juices all over us. A woman danced till her belly burst and a wolf with a flower as a crown jumped from the wound and ate her while she laughed hysterically. Finally, we came to a halt and the apparitions swirled around us like a funnel -- they formed a column that reached upwards and downwards spanning an expanse seemingly as endless as infinity itself. "I found this place when I travelled without Moonwyn," I said as the column thickened with the Nightmares of Heaven and the Dreams of Hell -- they became entwined with the dreams of men and women. "This is the Parliament of Dreams." As I spoke, I noticed Enya'el was running her hands over her body, cupping her breasts; she licked her lips and pinched her nipples. Her wings rustled restlessly and reached out to touch me. I felt a shiver course my body and the edges of my scars shook in expectation -- my cock hardened, then the head of the shaft scanned left and right in search of its awakening. Like the snake in the tree of knowledge it was ready to tempt its Eve. I turned to Enya'el and pressed my lips to hers. It was like leather touching silk as our lips mumbled their own blend of prayer and sin. I ran my fingers through her ephemeral hair and the light tips of her feathered wing traced the various shapes formed by my scars. They split open and released a smokey sigh. Enya'el's wing tips slipped in to the crevices and I gasped as they touched the inner cusp of my oblivion. She moaned as my fingers explored her sides and found the soft flesh beneath her breasts. As our tongues danced I pressed my hands against her ripe nipples -- the scars in my palms were alive as her nubs found their way inside them. The outer ridges vibrated lightly to the delight of her skin and she plunged her kiss deeper in to mine. My whole body seemed to open up to her as her hands and her waist wings caressed my buttocks. The snake between my legs sniffed about the heat from her secret garden and she giggled as her cunt lips kissed its tip. Soon we were a mass of limbs and feathers and smoke as we kissed and caressed our ethereal bodies. In our passion we had begun to follow the current of the dream forms swirling around us; momentum pulled us apart just to slam us back together, but not before we'd flipped head to toe so that one's mouth was on the other's sex. Again the feeling of leather on silk coursed through us when my lively tongue found its own little patch of heaven -- she sanctified its ministrations with her blessed juices which I drank with a lust I hadn't felt since I walked among the living. My head swooned as she tightened her thighs in response to my tongue-filled offering -- but it was also the attention she lavished upon my cock-snake that inebriated me. I felt her nails dig deep into my buttocks as she aspirated the length of my shaft into her receptive throat. I felt it move within her mouth, sharing the dance she'd had with my tongue a few moments before. Our bodies undulated as we surrendered to waves of pleasure that would have been a sin even had they been experienced in the presence of the Lord himself (if he would have cared). We were in a spin, synchronised with the flow of dreams we travelled; I managed to notice that they had halted their dream similes and appeared to watch us intently. But I quickly forgot their observance when I felt Enya'el's tongue slither down my cock, across my engorged balls, through the crack of my ass, up across my back until it found my mouth. She pumped my cock with one part of her appendage and assisted me in her pleasuring with the other. I concentrated on her swollen clit and lips while she fucked herself with her tongue, pumping me at the same time. Suddenly, her skin grew translucent and her golden glow erupted, blinding me with her climax. The force of her orgasm would have blown us into the dream flow had her tongue and my cock not been anchoring us together. She spread her wings and stabilised us. The flow pushed us together and we shared a more classic embrace as my cock found her cunt and they willingly merged. At the same time, we came to the nexus of the dream flow and broke out above a veritable ocean of dreamy fantasies. Enya'el wrapped her legs and her wings around my body while I thrust my cock deep in her moistness. With each thrust the snake moved left and right and up and down. Though I was captivated by our pleasure, I saw that the dream figures had engaged in sexual combinations that either mirrored or warped what Enya'el and I were doing. We tumbled and twirled as our sighs and grunts echoed off the dreamers. But our sounds were drowned in the sexual chorus of the many sleepers whose dreams we invaded. While I thrusted and Enya'el bucked her hips in response, I knew that they all had us in their dreams and our influence triggered this erotic turbulence. But that thought was put aside as the snake in the garden moved and Enya'el's cunt walls tried to capture its elusive pleasure hunt. Her muscles tapered against my snake and I knew it was soon time for me to surrender to the pleasure of the fucking. A manifestation of lightning erupted from my scars and I moaned and Enya'el stiffened as the bolts ricocheted between us. Above the sea of orgiastic dreamers we began to crackle and shine as the lightning engulfed us in its blue hue. I felt my cock straighten and within the ball of lightning I fucked an angel till she creamed her pleasure with a song that would bring sunshine to Hell. My cock pulsed and I erupted with come and fire deep within her womb -- my offering triggered an onslaught of fire and lightning and smoke and blood that built from my open scars. When I reached the apex of my orgasm, the pressure fissured the ball of lightning and shockwaves of Abyssian energy spread across the dreamers and a tidal wave of orgasms rippled within dreams to then emerge in the various realms. All who slept in Heaven, Hell, and Earth came with a resounding thunder that pulled them from dreams to wakefulness. The dream images shattered as the sleepers awoke -- amidst the floating pieces of nighttime fantasies Enya'el and I held each other as the aftermath of our orgasms slowly dissipated. In the stillness of the place of dreams, Enya'el kissed me and spread her wings to take flight. I opened my hand and the fabric of the place split and the seraphim who had embraced my rage and darkness returned to her bright Heaven. I stood, quiet and surrounded by the emptiness of the dreamless till in the distance I saw a figure coming towards me at great speed. The black dot soon grew to fill the vast void -- it was the face of a woman. Her features sharpened; her eyes were still green, her skin still pale and her hair still as jet black as the desolation of the Abyss. "Lily," I whispered. "Gabriel," her voice thundered. "I need you..." (to be concluded)