Lesson 8

Prompt: 2 people walk through a graveyard

“Here lies Mary Richards." He swipes his hand through a cobweb woven across the stone, then brushes it off on his pants. "Looks as good a place as any to me.”

“Yeah, she's got a nice patch of grass on her. But I want to go further in. We can still see the street lamps from here.”

“You don't want to add voyeurism to our little fun, eh?”

That's right boy, no witnesses is exactly what I want. But only one of us is going to have any fun. "Mommy values her privacy when she has her fun with boys."

"Really? Didn't seem that way when you latched onto me on the dance floor."

"There's a difference between what I do with my lips, and what I hide under my clothes. Let's keep going." I turn so I'm walking backwards ahead of him, and beckon with a finger. As the edges of his lips start to curl into a grin, I put that same finger in my mouth and turn away from him. He'll keep following me, just another fly chasing after promises of sugar.

He continued reading the occasional epitaph. “John Stevens. He came and went too soon. You won't have to worry about me cumming too soon babe. I can go all night if need be.”

“Don't worry, we won't need that long.”

“What was that?”

Dammit, I said that out loud? I'm getting sloppy. How to cover... “I said I hope you're quite long.” He'll buy that. All college boys think they're Adonises. God's gift to women.

“You'd best believe it. Hey babe, I can't see the streetlights anymore. What do you say we drop, have our roll in the grass here?” Oh, you'll drop soon enough.

“It's too open here. Hey, is that a mausoleum? That'd be perfect for the things I intend to do to you.”

“A... a mausoleum? Why inside one of those? Aren't they all cold and hard stone?”

“You never know, we could be surprised.” I lean in a little closer and nibble on his ear before whispering “Besides, for the things I want to do to you, a bench would really help. Unless you're scared...”

“Me? I ain't scared of nothing.”

“You're not? That's good.” You will be soon enough. I can feel my little companions agitating to come out, shoving against the edges of my cavern. Their hunger is peeking. Soon they'll tear each other apart, leaving only the strongest to make his way out into this world. “Then come along you big strong man, let's see if we can find a way inside.”

Pulling my hand from his I jog to the door. A padlock huh?

“What was that sound?” He asks as he places his hands around my hips.

“Just part of the door.” I spin in his grip, pulling him in for a kiss so he doesn't see the broken bits of metal fall from my hand. “Mm, this is gonna be fun. How about you be the strong man you are, and clear out any icky spiders before I go in.”

“Don't worry babe, I'll make sure none of the big bad bugs touch you.” With a smile he releases me and opens the door. It never hurts to stroke their egos one last time. A final kindness for them.

“No spiders in here babe," his voice echoes out, "but there is a bench.”

“Perfect. Why don't you sit down, get yourself comfortable. No, leave your pants on for now. Just relax and let me do all the work.” I do love the stupid grin they always get when I say that. Pulling on the strings of my top, the knot slips as I walk behind him. “No, keep facing forward, I want to surprise you.”

“Oh, whatever you're doing with your tongue on my neck feels soooo good. And it smells like peppermint. You have any more mints?”

Other than pulling his shirt down, I don't answer him. Moving my mouth down the length of his spine, I flex the glands in my mouth and extrude more anesthetic from my tongue.

“Oh yeah, that feels so relaxing. Hold on a sec babe, I can't feel my legs anymore. Babe? Stop kissing my back babe, I think I've got a problem here. Oh my god, I can't lift my arms now either. Babe? Are you listening to me?”

“Oh, I'm listening to you. If you could move your arms now, well, I'd be a little worried.”

“What? What are you doing to me?"

"You're one of the lucky ones,” I reply as I contort his body until he's laying on the bench. “You get to visit the world I'm from. I know that may not sound all that lucky, but it does mean you won't be here when my masters grace this world with their presence. Your spirit will be used up long before then."

"What are you talking about?"

I pop the button on my shorts, and shimmy out of them. The panties join them in a heap on the cold stone, and I sit on the boy's chest. Only two of my babies are left squirming about. Which one will emerge to tether this young fool I've caught?

"Who... Aaahh!" He's noticed the first of the segmented legs protruding from my depths. "What are you?”

“Little old me? I'm the stuff of nightmares, born from dreams of the tortured and twisted. And soon, my brethren will add you to their ranks. The only thing you can do now, is pray. Because no one's going to hear your prayers when you find yourself trapped in the hell I'm from. Say, how many years do you think your family will keep a virile young man like you on life support?”