They are the most evil and vile creatures nature ever concocted.

Wait, vile may not be the right word, if that word makes you think they are grotesque and ugly. Because they're not.
They are the most beautiful things you ever saw, with skin that shines like gold in the sun and hair as white as the purest snow, and lips as red as the blood of a thousand bleeding hearts.

But vile as in wretched. Depraved. Mean. Vile as in tearing your soul apart, ripping your heart out of your chest and sucking the marrow out of your bones as they laugh and dance to the beat of your dying breath.

The beautiful evil of evil beauty that makes you want to stand up and dance along with them. Dance on your own grave.

If you could.
If you were not already dead.

How do I know, you ask. I suppose I can spend the last pieces of my soon-to-be-gone sanity to tell you. To warn you.

These creatures, remembered only in the polished lies of myths and fairytales, will find you when you are alone and lost, when the forest that seemed so peaceful and wondrous from afar surrounds you, closes in on you and threatens you.

They will find you and sing to you. Comfort you. Without a word spoken they will tell you you are safe, with only their eyes they will confess their eternal love for you until you shout the same confession of love for them.

“I love you!” you scream.

“Take me!” you cry.

And take you they will. Each touch is electricity, each kiss is salvation. Each motion, each thrust is the death of a universe and the birth of another.

The first one you see will seem like a dream, the hallucination of a mind gone mad. Then there will be another there with her, and they will come towards you, slowly as if floating on the morning mist and you will think of angels.

But angels would cover their flesh and these creatures allow you to devour their nakedness.
Angels would smite you if you dared lift your hand to touch, and these creatures take your hands in theirs and ravish their own most intimate parts with them.

Then more will come out from behind the trees, and still more from somewhere behind you, grabbing you, touching you, caressing you. Their lips on your cheeks, their tongues on your neck as they slowly undress you, revealing ever more parts of you to be kissed and licked.

Ever more until you are as naked as the day you were born, ever more until they find the part of you they seem to long for and with eagerness they will grip it, hold it, tear at it and rub it.

Then you will feel the warm softness of the inside of a craving mouth. Then a second of cold air before you feel the warmth of another. And then another. And another.

They will make you feel like you are the one they've been waiting for forever, that you have saved them as they have saved you.

They will lay you down and one by one they will mount you and the pleasure they give you is only rivaled by the pleasure you give them.

They will fight to be first. A quiet, playful quarrel that is only a deception because it will always be the one who found you. A reward for her catch, she straddles you.

One orgasm after another ripping through her, again and again as she sweats, pants, screams, shakes. Again and again until she is pushed away by the next to take her place and again and again she too comes until she is pushed away. All of them and over and over again.

And again and again you come, but still you stay hard. Still strong, still willing, still you have more to give, more for them to take, and they take it.

Forever they take it.

Your eyes will be closed because your mind can only focus on the pleasure, the bliss. It's as if just one more sensation will be too much and drive you insane. Nothing exists but those feelings of warm, wet, tight. Of up and down, in and out.

But if you at one moment open your eyes as I did, you will see how the grass grows higher as you look at it. Higher until it turns yellow and brown and then disappears under something cold and white that soon melts away and the grass grows again and flowers bloom and then dies.

And if you look up you will see the sun racing across the sky, followed by blackness and stars, followed by the sun. Over and over, faster and faster until the day is but a flash and the night but a blink.

And when your body is finally old and useless they stop.

And the love you thought you saw in their eyes has turned to disgust, the tenderness of their touch to hate and their moans to mocking laughter as they look down on you and their hands reach for you one last time to snatch your soul away and you yourself will never know if your final thought was fear of their evil.

Or gratitude for their beauty.