CRIMSON GRACE - The New Threat (Part B)

CRIMSON GRACE - The New Threat (Part B)

The farmhouse on the eastern outskirt of the city of Burondy stood as the only structure of residence in a one-mile radius. Here lived humble farmer Hiltonus with his wife Kathara, and their three children – Parisa, Niccola, and Marcus. Parisa was the oldest, and had only seen 19 summers when she started venturing into Burondy by herself, and would usually not get back home until very late in the night.

One cool, breezy night, Parisa left shortly after dinner, promising her parents that she’ll be back before midnight. Her family was used to the fact that she always came home safe and sound, so they took to bed early, as they have always done. So naturally, two hours after midnight, Parisa came back with two young men in their late 20’s. After making sure that her whole family was sound asleep, she snuck the men up to her room. Immediately, they undressed her and started rubbing and fondling her smooth body. When she undressed them, she saw hairs on their bodies like none that she had ever seen on any man before. It was as if they had furs instead of hairs covering their entire back and torso. When she ran her hands through their “furs”, she could’ve sworn she heard them purr. But then, their orgy began.

Fueled by an inner heat that she barely understood, she dropped her inhibitions completely, and gave herself over to the men to do as they wished. They sandwiched her, and started licking her neck, ears, and shoulders with their raspy tongues that left deep scratch marks on her skin. She felt something extremely thick and long from the one in the rear as he rubbed his hips against her rumps. But her eyes were closed as she tried to live every second of this encounter. Suddenly, she felt something that had the texture of wet sandpaper rubbing against her right nipple, and had to open her eyes to look. The one in front had moved down to that sensitive area.

“It hurts,” she moaned. “Please be gentler.”

In response, he only looked up and smiled at her as the one behind hoisted one of her legs up and rubbed his oversized phallus against her moist labia. Then he started penetrating her anus. “No!” she tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the sudden wet kisses from the one in front, who had started penetrating her other opening. Now, she found herself being hoisted completely into the air as the one behind lifted her other leg up.

As they proceeded to violate her, the one in front bit deep into her breast with teeth that had suddenly elongated into fangs. Under the pale moonlight that was shining through her opened window, she was so entrenched in the extreme pleasure of the orgy that she didn’t even notice any pain from the subtle wounds that were occurring on her body. Not even the fangs that were sinking into the back of her neck, nor the claws that were sinking deep into her thighs and buttocks brought her out of her drunken, sexual euphoria.

Suddenly, she felt a brief pain on her breast again and opened her eyes to look down. When she saw her front lover devouring her breast away, she held his head even closer, and moaned in extreme pleasure. “Eat and drink as much as you want, my loves,” she sighed out loud. They growled and continued to feast on her with greater intensity.
Moments later, she actually exploded with an intense orgasm, the likes of which she had never felt before. As her conscience slipped away, she actually felt the lycans’ warm fluids filling her insides, but it was all over. They continued to hold her half-eaten body up to finish the feast. Their continual growling and loud slurping sounds brought a series of hard knocks at Parisa’s door.

“Parisa!” demanded farmer Hiltonus. “What’s going on in there? Open the door, princess!”

Suddenly, a loud scream from Niccola’s room had farmer Hiltonus and his wife speeding towards that direction instinctively. Along the way, he passed his own room, and leaned in to grab a three-pronged metal rake that he kept near himself for defensive purposes. He signaled for Kathara to remain behind him as he kicked open Niccola’s room. Nothing that he had seen in his life had prepared him for the horrifying scene he was witnessing. Two huge hairy humanoids with heads that looked like tigers had broken through the windows and were glaring down at Niccola, who was cowering with fear.

When they saw him, one of them leaped across the bed with 3-inch claws leading the way. Farmer Hiltonus then put up his feeble rake to deflect the weretiger that jumped on him. Suddenly, Kathara screamed in horror as the one near Niccola swiped down with his mighty paws.

“Forget us now!” he screamed. “Go get Marcus, and get away as far as you can!” Then, he used one hand to push her away. She fell backwards a few steps, but instantly realized the wisdom of her husband’s words, and headed straight for Marcus’ room, silently praying that he’s still alive. Tears were beginning to blur her vision, and she had to wipe them away with the back of her wrists for fear of tripping herself.

Farmer Hiltonus howled a guttural sound of denial upon seeing the lycan at the bed feasting on his youngest daughter. Then, anger suddenly fueled his body with a berserker rage, and caused him to swing his rake with reckless abandon. He no longer aimed his strikes. He no longer cared about himself. He no longer felt any pain. And so, he no longer noticed that the two from Parisa’s room were sneaking up behind him. He didn’t even notice that a hairy paw had punched through his chest from his back. But, when he felt a sudden fatigue, and breathlessness, he looked down to see a set of claws squeezing on something wet and beating. By the time he regained enough senses to realize that it was actually his heart the lycan was holding, the trio of weretigers was already mauling him to pieces.

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Kathara got to Marcus’ room, but found the door ajar. She hastily opened it, and ran in, but found that his bed was empty. Could they have gotten him already, she thought. “Marcus!” she called. “Where are ya, baby?”

“Right here, Mama,” came a voice behind her.
She turned around to see her youngest child – a son who was barely five years old, dragging a razor-sharp short sword on the floor, and donning the bronze helmet that had once belonged to her oldest son, Nathaniel, before he died in service for Burondy. “What are you doing with that dangerous knife, baby? C’mon, we have to leave quickly!” she said as she rushed over to grab him. She snatched the short sword from him and hoisted him up with the other hand, and ran as fast as she could downstairs.

“Ah won’t let em hurt ya, Mama. Ah’m gonna kills me some monsters,” said Marcus as he put two fists together and made like he was swinging a sword (all the while, bobbing up and down in Kathara’s left arm as she ran).

“Oh, baby, you’re so brave,” she said, choking on her tears.

“Don’t cry, Mama,” he said, leaning in to rest his head against her chest while hugging her as tight as he could until they reached the front porch.

Suddenly, she dropped Marcus to the ground when she felt a huge, clawed hand closed over her head, and lifted her off the ground.

“Oww!” yelled Marcus, as he began to cry. “Mama!”

“Run, baby! Run to town!” she screamed, as she stabbed upwards with the blade.

Suddenly, she felt both her wrists being grabbed by the weretiger that had apparently waited for her on the lower rooftop. However, she was able to fling the short sword to her son, which he picked up, and stared on helplessly – crying as she was being mauled to death.

Moments later, the other weretigers leaped out of the house, but Marcus Hiltonus had gathered enough of his senses together, and ran towards Burondy as fast as his little feet could carry him.

(*To Be Continued*)