Through an ignorant sex ritual, attempting a new thrill, we had unwittingly opened the gate, allowing entities of shadowy darkness to gain a foothold in our realm. Of the seven of us, only I remained, my friends consumed and possessed by the vile, evil monstrosities of nightmare. Somehow unaffected by the demonic horrors that consumed them, eating their souls, I watched, paralyzed, as the thing that was once my friends fiendishly slouched towards me.
Jagged lightning speared across the abysmal night sky, casting brief, sickly glows about the thing that approached. Six mouths, six bodies, and six sets of limbs had oozed and melted into a malformed, lumbering giant. Kiera’s body, ashen with wretchedness, contorted and rolled into an obscene tangle of body, face, and limbs forming its head, her beautiful, frightful face in the dead center. The others melded into the body of the horrible thing before my eyes.
It was a bulbous, forbidden mutated thing, comprised of their six bodies, tangled together into a vaguely humanoid creature of darkness. Shadows, negative lightning, bound it together like exposed sinew on a rotting corpse; all six faces, embedded into the creature in the most horrifying of places, spat bile and spurted foul cum. The rotting stench of decay emanated from the nightmare of nude flesh before me. Throughout its sickly pulsating body, still-erect cocks could be seen, some of them pumping in and out of gaping, open, bloody wounds. In the center of the thing’s chest, a bloodied and raw female orifice opened and wagged, an obscene, snake-like tendril flicking out of the dripping hole like a demonic tongue in the throes of death spasms.
All the mouths shrieked at me, their spiteful, shrill voices sounding otherworldly, cresting like gusty wind.
“You be our key,” the thing cried to me. “Eating your fuck-flesh, drinking your cum will make us solid, make us one.”
I screamed in terror, in agony. My voice finally found substance in inescapable nightmare, drowning out their insane, tittering laughter.
”For we are legion,” the shadow-enshrouded creature spat. “When we feast upon your soul, our darkness shall eat the world. None can stand, as we are your darkness, your dreams. Give us your flesh.”
Finally finding the will to move, my terror gave my retreat extra haste. Screaming, with horrified tears blurring my vision, I sped from the firelight, away from the vile behemoth, as quickly as I could. When my panicked feet carried me outside the fire’s aura, the world had been splintered by nightmares and become a destitute misery of unholy chaos. The color of life had been drained from everything; oppressive clouds obscured the night sky. The leaves of the flora glistened in razor-sharp, silvery blackness, the branches morphed into ethereal, skeletal, fingers.
While living things shunned the blackened pit of despair the world had become, leaving no sounds to be heard, my maddened footfalls thudded hollowly on the ground, sounding distant. My gasping lungs and terrified screams took on the timbre of the netherworld as if every sound was heard through a rattling drum filled with diseased blood. If the creature-thing sought to consume me, being their key to true existence in this world, I would have to reverse the ritual, close the gate that gave them access, sending them back through the void.
In a frenzied, terrorized, panic, as dark, indescribable things manifested from the shadows and converged upon me, I sought Kiera’s Latin spell book, grabbing her candles and dagger. Hastily inscribing a circle in the musty earth, lighting candles, and thrusting her dagger into the center, I stripped nude.
If sex brought them forth, then it shall also send them back to the eternal void. Plunging my cunt over the dagger’s handle, fucking it like a hard cock, I bounced and writhed on the weapon, seeing the lumbering, nightmarish hulk of evil desecration approaching. I found a spell titled, “Discute Daemones,” and read from that as I forced my petrified, terrified self to near orgasm.