Call of the Dark (Dark Paranormal Steamy Monster Encounter) (3 page)

     “Absolutely.  Time to get me some religion.”     

     “Have a safe drive.  Look out for the crazy local traffic.  As for me, I’m going off to pray again myself to my own god.  The one of the porcelain variety.  If you need me, call.”

     “Ok, thanks again.  Take it easy,” Natasha replied, signing off.

     Key in hand, Natasha headed off to the car for the long winding drive to the first wooden church on Matt’s list.  Nestled midway up one of the tall local mountains, it was not a common tourist destination. Due to the remote location and lack of resident traffic, the road had apparently fallen into some disrepair the last third of the way up, where the general farm traffic turned away.  According to Matt’s cursory research, the church had not had any regular visitors for over 20 years.  With Tom, the drive up would have been old hat to him, but Natasha felt some apprehension.  She got into the small blue rental car and internally psyched herself for the trek up the mountain.

     The first half of the drive was quite pleasant.  The scenery was beautiful, there were rudimentary barriers separating the road from the open cliff downwards, and the road was wide enough to let two cars pass with ease.  As the dirt and gravel road winded its way higher, the diameter narrowed, larger rocks were strewn across it and potholes started making an appearance.  Fortunately, traffic was uncommon on the road, and she passed a few wooden carts on the way.  Only once did she curse as a cart that was heading in the opposite direction hogged the inside road, making a wide turn, causing her to inch to the edge where there was nothing between her car and the drop but open air.  As he smiled and waved a greeting to her as she passed, she waved weakly as she passed and inwardly swore at him for making her almost plummet to her death.  Soon afterwards, she came to a fork in the road where the general traffic and the road to the church split.  As she headed left to drive to the church, she felt mild relief at the thought that the last cart she had just passed would probably be the end of her vehicular problems that would be blocking her way.  As she travelled upwards, her grated nerves frayed more and more as the hairpin turns drew tighter and the potholes grew larger, decreasing the width of the road.  Natasha grumbled as she had to get out of the car twice to roll off a boulder the size of her head sitting in the centre of the road so she could get the car around it.  As she rounded the next sharp turn, she could see through the brush and trees the dark spire of the church she was heading to.  A sense of elation came over Natasha when she realized that her scary commute was almost at an end.  Looking at the road ahead, she noticed in the next dip downwards, a huge chunk of road in the edge of the corner turn was eaten away by erosion.  If she moved the car forward, the right tire would fall into it, causing the vehicle to tip and fall into the abyss.  There was no going past this point.  She would have to walk the rest of the way.  Carefully, she reversed the car to a wider part of the road where she could turn it around in the direction of home.  Lifting the camera equipment out of the trunk, she hiked the rest of the way up to the church hidden in the foliage ahead.

     Finally arriving at the church, it had suddenly struck her how isolated she felt.  Twenty years, she reminded herself, was the last time someone set foot inside it. The silence of the woods surrounded her.  She could detect no signs of wildlife anywhere near the church, no birds chirping, no insects buzzing or squirrels bouncing from tree to tree. The trees nearest to the church were gnarled at the base of the roots and warped in unnatural, unsettling shapes.  As there was no wind, it felt like an empty stagnant vacuum, lost in time.  She checked her phone.  No signal.  She couldn’t even tell Tom she made it to the church in one piece.  The large black wooden structure loomed before her, giving her a sensation of eerie foreboding.  Shaking off her unease, she advanced towards the building and came to the ornate wooden arch framing over the door.  It contained a huge carved snake curled around and gnawing at a twisted rope, eyes malevolently pointed downwards to look at the visitor beneath its gaze.  Shadows playing off the coils of the snake tricked the eye into believing that it was almost moving, winding and turning around the rope in its grasp. Natasha opened the bag and took out the camera and tripod to take some pictures of the doorway.  She then moved around the perimeter of the church, taking pictures from different angles and noting the condition of the building.  For being abandoned for so long, the solid oak structure held up very well over time.  She couldn’t find any loose or rotting boards on the church whatsoever.   Satisfied with her outdoor shots, she headed back towards the door, lugging the equipment with her.    She turned the key in the door and fought a mild shiver of anxiety as it creaked open.  Standing briefly outside of the open door, she let her eyes adjust to the dim interior before advancing inside.  Dusty pews and benches lined with embroidered cloth greeted her in the main room.  A worn Persian-style rug covered the floor.  As she walked to the pulpit, she saw wooden painted icons and other devotional Orthodox paintings surrounding the altar.  Time had aged them, as the paint was worn and chipped in places.  Natasha set up the camera again for an appropriate indoor setting and moved back and forth around the room, taking pictures.  Calmly convinced that she had taken enough pictures of the main floor, she headed upstairs towards the steeple.  This was the area that Matt wanted her and Tom to focus on.  Sitting at the top of the church, was a scene of the Last Judgement, reportedly painted in the 1600’s.  She was going to shoot the crap out of that picture, plus take some panoramics of the view from the steeple.

     The stairs were solid, but creaked under her weight.  She moved through the large arched doorway to the smaller room ahead.  As Natasha circled the room, she discovered that the whole room, from all four walls to the ceiling, was surrounded by painted images.  The ceiling was painted with swirls and designs with winged angels hovering overhead.  The rest of the walls were painted with various scenes of repentance and punishment.   Her face tightened into a frown as she took in the hellish scenes of creative torment.  She set up the camera and tripod again and prepared to devote the next hour to taking multiple shots of the room alone.  Working quickly and diligently, she swept through the room covering the multiple scenes.  A spectacle of a man lying in bed getting burned alive.  Check.  A farmer being run over by his own plough with some goblin-type creature pointing and laughing.  Check.  Suddenly she stopped as she heard the door downstairs swing open on its rusty hinges.  To her horror what followed next was the steady heavy sound of steps on the creaky stairs leading the way up to the steeple.  This place felt completely abandoned, and apparently there were no houses or farms near the area for miles in the mountains.  So who was coming up the stairs?

     She braced herself against the wall in fear as she prepared to meet the visitor.  A large dark shadow emerged in the doorway.  It was huge, at least 6 foot 8, and completely blocked her exit.  There was no chance to escape.  Without any warning, it quickly advanced on her and grabbed her wrist.  Too terrified to even scream, she gaped at it.  The figure in front of her was undeniably masculine.  He was immense, burly, and his skin was grey in color.  Veins and tendons wrapped around his muscular arms like cords. Solid ebony horns curved around over his head. Large wings erupted from his back which spread and unfurled in front of her, crowding her into him, and obstructing her only avenue of escape.  Thick powerful legs, the size of tree trunks, blocked her in from either side.  She cowered as she looked into his face, certain that her end was near.  Her fear abated a little when she looked into his eyes.  Somehow, she knew instinctively, he had been human once.  Thin wisps of black hair still remained on his head.  The face still had human-like features, although somehow it was more angular and streamlined.  His eyes wandered over her, scanning her like he was unlocking a once forgotten memory .  He smelled of moss, damp rocks and clear spring water.  He slowly bent down towards her neck.  Natasha froze as he leaned in and she felt a sharp sting on her collarbone.  Nettles like fire coursed through her shoulder and followed its way through her blood, singeing her entire body.  Natasha suddenly felt feverish and lightheaded as the sensation filtered to her extremities.  Her breath stopped in her chest as she felt the warm moisture of his tongue trail below her collarbone down to her exposed arm.  His tongue was thick and long, more than fifteen centimeters and black in color.  Her skin heated at its touch as it slid downwards to explore the space between the cleft of her breasts.  The burning radiating through her blood gave way to an overwhelming desire to surrender herself as she felt the tension build and clench inside her body.  She leaned back against the wall with a groan and tilted her hips towards him as he let go of her wrist and moved his hands down her loose khaki shorts.  She murmured and writhed against his touch, feeling his rough hands grazing her mound.  Using a quick flick of the wrist, he cut her belt with a sharp black claw and let the shorts fall to the ground.  Reaching down and cupping her thighs, with a rapid jerk, he slid her up the wall to raise her above his head off the ground, bracing her shoulders to the wall with his outstretched wings.  His wide serpentine tongue stretched beneath the elastic of her underwear and glided into her sleek entrance, forcing its way to bury itself into the back of her inner core. Natasha groaned with pleasure as she felt the muscle inside her turn, lick and press against places no man before could ever reach. The silky glide of its intimate touch caused her to cry out involuntarily.  Insurmountable pressure built inside of her as her body begged for release that would not come.  Still, the teasing sensation of it swirling in her continued, stimulating a yearning within her that reached a point of mindless need.  Natasha felt the sensation of being lowered as hands gently grabbed her from behind the shoulders to rest her into a horizontal position above the ground.  She realized that there were now three of the demon-like males in the room with her now.  The pair of newcomers held her aloft solidly in place supporting her back while the other one withdrew from her to stand in front of her straddled figure.  She gazed at the male in front of her.  His massive erection was poised in front of her, covered in a thin film of slick, clear fluid that exuded from the tip.  Natasha moaned with longing as she stared at him.  The still stinging heat coursing through her veins combined with the moist probing of his tongue ignited a primal need rife with an intensity that she had never felt before.  He grunted deeply as he entered her.  Natasha gasped as she felt the solid member swell in her, testing her limits.  As she buckled her legs along his broad waist, her body instinctively contracted around his wide girth to secure him within her.  With a masculine growl, he buried himself deep into her and held her firmly, supporting her around his bulky thighs.  After another low growl, she felt his release within her.  Warmth exploded and poured into her, and with that sensation a sudden rush of exhilaration followed.  She felt his rod pulse and expand within her, and with each forceful throb, a new torrent would gush into her, causing her to climax with each following wave.  On and on it went, as she felt it pumping in her, filling her, searing her, overflowing in her, and sending her into a boundless series of orgasms.  She lay limp against the other two holding her as she took it all in blissful ecstasy .  Hands reached to caress the various parts of her body and she felt multiple tongues taste, probe and nestle against her skin.  After what seemed to be an endless stretch of time, the male tightened his grip on her thighs, arched over her and with a final push, roared and burst a last powerful surge within her.  She shuddered from the after effects, and as her quivering legs felt like rubber, she had the sensation she was again being moved and tilted by them. The first male moved to take the spot to hold her from behind as another one, more of a sepia brown color, took the position in front of her.  Still feverish from the bite working its way in her circulation and trembling from her first encounter, she barely had time to prepare for the second male entering his broad shaft into her.  With a grunt of exertion, she strained inwardly and shifted her pelvis to align herself to take him in fully.  She could hear the second male breathing heavily as his now pulsing cock pounded his essence into her.  As with the first male, after each new storm of liquid that shot out and enflamed her, she fell away as the crush of her climax hit her in a continuous barrage of euphoric peaks.  Natasha sensed her body rotate again as it was lifted into an upright stance so she could lay vertically against the chest of the second male as his shaft bulged and consistently spewed its hot payload into her. His chest was smooth and cool against her skin.  She arched her back as she felt the third male enter her from behind.  She groaned and lost herself in the sensation as the two males shifted and pulsed simultaneously within her.   The combined pressure of the both of them inside her in synch with the roar of their eruptions engulfed her and sent her over the edge.  She cried out incessantly as waves of pleasure rolled through from her center to her extremities.  Muscles flexed and gripped her flesh and hot breath steamed her skin as they laboured tirelessly to drain themselves in her.  Sensing he was close to finishing, she ground herself into the base of the second male as he grunted, thrust and ejected a final barrage into her soaked pussy.  The third followed with a sharp heaving expansion and shortly afterward with a final grunt, causing a new round of electrical thrills to course through Natasha’s body.

     Natasha felt her body being gently lowered down to the ground as the males drew away from her. She lay there in a crumpled spent heap, as she heard the three of them depart and walk down the stairs.  While she tried to recover, aftershocks of pleasure shuddered through her as she relived the recent events in her mind.

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