Dark Moon Harvest

Chapter Two

Dark Moon Harvest
Chapter Two

With a jerk, Raven awoke in the bed next to Devon. Her heart pounded hard from the dream she had just had, at least she thought it had been a dream. She shoved a hand between her legs, feeling the moisture that filled her panties, and then quickly flung the covers onto the floor to stare at her feet. There was no evidence of sand.

“What are you doing?” he groaned, rolling over to face her.

“I don’t know. I think I had a nightmare or something. Just go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He eased up from the bed and retrieved the covers then leaned over to cover her first.

“You smell like sex. Where have you been?”

“Nowhere. I’ve been sleeping next to you,” she replied as she rolled away. A used towel lay crumpled upon the floor catching her eyes. It was the same that earlier had been folded neatly in the bathroom-at least, it had been in her dream.

She felt his engorged cock suddenly press against her from behind as he grabbed a breast, and then opened her for his invasion. He thrust powerfully and though it felt wonderful, tears began to fall from her eyes in confusion. She couldn’t escape his strange embrace so she flung her head back to glance at Devon. Instead, there lay the same dark stranger pounding into her and taking her at will.

“It is alright, my love. It is the Dark Moon Harvest-enjoy the taking. I will pleasure you for eternity.”

“Wake up. We’re gonna be late for the museum tour,” Devon shook Raven before he sprinted from the bed.

Cautiously, she opened her eyes to the glaring brightness that filled the room. Her head pounded and her mind felt cloudy and heavy.

“No, I don’t want to go,” she moaned.

“I’ll make the coffee and we’ll grab breakfast on the way. Come on, this was your idea,” he cajoled while dressing quickly.

She rolled over and covered her head with the pillow. If only he knew what kind of fucked up night she had had. And she dearly hoped that the voice wasn’t back and that it had only been a dream. She was now an adult and should have outgrown it long ago.

“Come on, come on,” he leaned down pushing her back and forth.

“Fine,” she grumbled, throwing off the covers.

“Well, I guess house cleaning needs to come in and clean up the joint. Geez, what did you do last night?” He motioned at the dirt tracks on the floor.

She padded into the bathroom, ignoring the question in favor of the urgency to pee and stepped through some puddles on the floor. As she relieved herself, she glanced at the tub and realized that it was full. She furrowed a brow then reached over to feel the chill of the water.

Devon stomped into the bathroom, tossed a damp towel at her, and then commenced to brushing his teeth while talking.

“At least you could leave your wet towels in here where they belong… and why is there sand in the bed? I think there’s some stuck in the crack of my ass.”

“Sand in the bed? Wet towel? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well, just leave the cleaning sign on the door and everything will be right by the time we get back. What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked as a sudden pallor washed over her face.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Humor me, love. But I’ll meet you in the kitchen and give you some privacy first.”

Later, as wonder crossed his face, he whistled as they rode along on the tour bus to the museum. “I’ve got to admit, you did have some kind of night. Do you think you’re sleep walking again?”

“Apparently. How else would sand have gotten into the bed,” she replied, deep in thought and rubbing her irritated shoulder. She couldn’t help but remember what the stranger had done to her; and what’s more, she had loved it.

“Do you remember anything about last night?”

Raven shot him a withering look and replied, “You wouldn’t believe how many times you asked me that in my dream. I don’t remember where I went or how I got back. You don’t think this has anything to do with that strange dark moon thing, do you?”

“Naw, I just think we went on vacation at the right time. You were some kind of stressed out and didn’t even know it.”

“I guess so. But there’s something else. I heard that voice again. You know, that woman’s voice I used to hear a few years ago. You don’t think I’m weird do you? I mean, because of the dream I was having about you and because of the voice?”

He pushed playfully against her and winked, “Nope, you can’t help wanting a hunk of burnin’ love like me. But believe me, if I liked women, you would be the one and only one for me. And as for the voice, you haven’t heard it while you were awake, right?”

She nodded her head with a firm negative.

“Then it was just part of the dream. I wouldn’t worry about it. Told you that you were stressed. When I’m right, I’m right.”

“You’re such a bull-shitter. I don’t know what I ever saw in you,” she grinned with relief, then leaned comfortably against him as she stared out the window. Locals zipped past her view in a blur and her eyes had just become a little heavy when she saw him. Everything else ran together except for him standing there, facing her. His eyes burned into her soul, pulling her toward him and as she moistened, a sensual smile spread across his tempting lips until only his image filled her mind.

“Come on, we’re here,” Devon whispered, pulling her out of the seat.

She snapped back to the present and glanced down the street, but he had disappeared-that is, if he had ever been there in the first place. What the hell was going on with her?

Devon pulled her into the group and for a while the two traveled with the rest of the visitors, as the guide steered them from piece to piece droning on in a monotone voice. But Raven couldn’t handle it. She didn’t need to fall asleep standing up. She already felt exhausted. She grabbed Devon’s hand and they took off together, exploring on their own.

“Help me find something about the history of this dark moon stuff, Dev.”

“There might not be anything here. From what I understand, it’s a bunch of superstitions passed down from generation to generation.”

“Maybe so, but you know as well as I do that there is always some basis to superstition. So come on, pretty boy, let’s get to work.”

“Okay, if it’ll make you happy, and if you call me pretty boy again,” he teased, following along.

Together they searched the entire museum but found nothing even remotely connected to the week of the Harvest. It didn’t make sense. Why would there be nothing here when the locals had painted strange symbols on their doors while wearing costumes at night to ward off evil spirits? There just had to be some sort of history somewhere.

She scratched her shoulder again; it itched terribly. It felt as though a welt was forming.

“I think I’m allergic to something in here.”

“Did you bring any Benadryl?”

“No, but I’ll get some later.”

“Then quit scratching or you’ll make it worse. Geez, you’re worse than a damned kid.”

“That doesn’t mean anything coming from a big kid.”

“A big pretty boy kid, right?” he laughed and pulled her along.

Suddenly, Raven jerked to the side as a woman grabbed her other arm. “You will get lost if you don’t rejoin the group.”

“Hey lady...”

“It’s okay, Dev, I’ll handle this. We’re not lost, just needed a little break,” she offered with a bright smile. Then she watched in alarm as the woman’s eyes widened with horrified disbelief.

“You have The Mark,” she whispered, reaching up toward Raven’s shoulder.

“I know, sometimes I break out in welts when I get in old musty areas and I don’t happen to have my Benadryl. It’s not contagious.”

“No, no, The Mark,” she said pointing a trembling finger to the single raised area on her shoulder.

“I just told you-”

“No, this is not such a thing. You’ve been claimed by one of them.”

“Them who?” Raven rolled her eyes toward Devon, trying not to laugh at this woman’s behavior.

“One of those of the Dark Moon, the Dark Moon Harvest,” she whispered.




McKinzie S. Heart
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