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The creature is up there right now, fucking my wife.

I want to hate it. I mouth the words silently, conjure them in my mind, force myself to feel them hard.

But it's a lie

My heart is racing, excitement makes my cock squirm against its chastity cage. The deep unease in the pit of my stomach remains, but it only serves to heighten the perverse thrill I feel coursing through my veins. As I hear my wife and the creature rutting like wild animals, I think back to the surreal year that have brought the two of us to this exact moment.

Me and Kelly had been married for almost five years when things started to get bad. The first years had been easy, even if our sex life was never the most exciting or varied, but I soon grew too focused on advancing my career in detriment of everything else.

At some point I stopped seeing Kelly as a woman. I didn't see her at all. She was another resource I could use in benefit of my career. We grew distant, cold, and at some point, we both knew that it was over, the rings on our fingers and the house we shared became mere formality that kept us together.

A divorce would have been inconvenient, and so, it went on, and our sex life declined steadily over the years. I would spend many nights in my office, jerking off, while Kelly would fight her boredom in the day with an exotic audio erotica book playing on her headphones and a large dildo jammed up her pussy.

Kelly was careful to keep her books and toys hidden away safely in a personal drawer. She had started with spicy romances, but quickly found those too tame for her tastes, growing addicted to stories about women and otherworldly creatures, she devoured book after book where beautiful women were taken by strange and inhuman males. Her dildos also quickly changed from the usual rubber cocks to strange and larger-than-human shapes.

Werewolves, aliens, gryphons, beasts, and goblins. Kelly loved it. She almost purred as she heard those delightful words whispered in her ears, the sensation of being so completely filled, and even the strange creations her mind seemed to come up with in her dreams.

She knew that if I found those out, I would be not only repulsed, but jealous. She seemed to crave something I could never give her, not only the size of the dildos, but the ferocity in bed were things I could never match. She still felt some guilty over it, but it just fueled her lust, her desire for the inhuman and the bestial.

It had been her suggestion to go on a short vacation for our marriage's anniversary, I had been reluctant at the idea of being away from business for so long, but she managed to convince me to spend a single week on this small, isolated hotel amidst the mountains where we could at least try to salvage something of our marriage.

We took a plane by Friday night, a rented car already waiting for us when we landed, it was only a matter of putting the coordinates on the GPS and following the path through the curving roads, but something put us out of our path.

Night descended around us, the car's light shining a path amidst the dark roads. We stood in silence, slightly nervous and more than a little tired thanks to the strain of the long day. I cursed the GPS in my head, the screen flickering on and off constantly, the voice distorted beyond recognition, until I finally decided to turn it off. Something on those mountains was screwing with the device, our cellphones were also affected, we couldn't get any reception.

With thunder, lightning, and howling wind, the storm came upon us. I kept driving south, along the dark mountains. Nervously searching for any indication of civilization. My attention completely fixed on the tiny portion of the of road illuminated by the weak headlights cutting through the rain.

Beside me, Kelly was reclining in the passenger seat, silently judging me for having got us lost, occasionally checking on her phone to see if she had reception, the time seemed to crawl with agonizing slowness.

Part of me wished I could go back, turn around and go home, maybe I could have avoided all that would come next. I'm ashamed of how miserable this idea makes me, how it reveals the secret need, the quiet desperation that has been growing inside of me. I kept driving.

As we made a turn for the left, the dim lights of a small settlement appeared just around the corner. It seemed to be little more than one of those old mining towns that had once dotted the mountains, but that now had been mostly abandoned. When you drive through the mountains you can see their skeletons on the horizons, towns abandoned as their mines dried up, some will survive if they are close enough to a highway, but most will slowly die. Local legends would talk of people that remained behind, of strange creatures that now inhabit those places, and from things that have fallen from the sky around those old, ruined towns.

An old, faded sign was illuminated by the car's headlights, so stained by age and mildew it was impossible to read the town's name, the letters peeling from the board. I was glad to at least have found some place to stop and rest, maybe we could find a hotel to spend the night and get some directions in the morning. I was slightly disturbed by the small town, but who wouldn't be? There's something inherently mystifying about those isolated, small communities. These places that seem forgotten by the rest of humanity, but I could never have guessed the secrets hidden away in this small town.

It was hard to make out any details amidst the rain and the night, but it certainly seemed to be an old place, lost in time. The only light was coming from the sparse streetlights, no house seemed to have their lights on. I would have guessed the entire town to be deserted, if not for the lights coming from the central plaza.

Amidst the darkness, a church loomed up on the center of the gloomy garden. The church was brightly illuminated, its doors open and inviting. More than inviting, enticing anyone that came closer to walk inside, to find some refuge from the cold and the rain.

I had never been a God-fearing man, but I found something distressfully auspicious about the brightly-lit place of worship.

As we came closer, I noticed there were no crucifixes, where they should have been there was a serpentine symbol that seemed to twist around itself, almost as if moving in front of my eyes. It was made of a strange metal, something unlike anything I had ever seen before.

I wondered uneasily about the symbol for a few moments. The form seemed to curve around itself in a way that defied regular geometry and seemed unearthly. Its shape seemed to impress itself on my mind through the darkness and the rain, uncommonly harsh, merciless, and inhuman.

It was more than a symbol; it impressed its meaning like poetry scrawled inside my mind.

At my side, Kelly stirred and smiled nervously without taking her eyes from the symbol. Without needing to exchange a word I knew we would stop at the Church, we needed it.

I stopped near the park's entrance, stopping for a moment to breathe deeply as my mind tried to summon reasons of why I shouldn't do it, but I kept repeating that it would only be for a moment, I just needed to ask for information and then we would be back on the road.

No one really talks about the weird cults that seem to grow in those old places, the ways that pagan and even older beliefs seem to find their way into Christian doctrines. I had seen it in other small towns, the way that ancient traditions would cleave themselves with modern religion without questions or hesitation.

I had expected to find some weird cult inside the Church, some ancient tradition brought back, but what I saw there wasn't human.

It had once been Christian, that was certain, but the holy symbols had been brought down or defaced, replaced by strange runes and images of giant, feathery serpents, as if I had walked into some ancient temple dedicated to inhuman, reptilian deities.

Music flowed through the cathedral, sweet and entrancing, calling us to come forward. Conversation and raucous laughter filled the warm air. Probably fifty people were gathered in the main open area, dancing, talking and drinking. The atmosphere was hot and humid, uncomfortably so, but the people inside seemed to not care, they wore only skimpy silk dresses, many of them even completely naked.

But, the most shocking of all was to see that not all of them were humans. They were reptilian creatures, they had to be eight feet tall and looked like carved out of precious stones. Their skins were covered in shining scales, adorned with golden jewels. Their dark eyes bored deep into my soul. They had four strong arms and a long, serpentine tail that they used to move around, some were coiled around pillars, or even dangling from ceiling.

The reptilian males carried themselves with a commanding and intoxicating presence, being served by the humans in attendance. Without any hint of shame or embarrassment, the humans worshiped the ophidian creatures, polishing their skins, feeding them fruits and meaty delicacies, but above all having sex with the creatures.

A few of them looked at the two of us with curiosity, turning their heads as we walked in. I tensed, waiting to be expelled from this nightmare at any moment, to awake back in my bed as if it had been just a bad dream, but nothing happened. They seemed curious to find new people wondering into their temple, but not curious enough to stop.

I'd made it maybe another four steps when one of the humans raised a golden tray of fruits towards me, a smile trying to entice me to eat. Gorgeous grapes and juicy berries that seemed just slightly strange, their colors seemingly tainted by hues that barely escaped my perception. I could almost taste them, feel the uncanny sweet taste between my teeth, but I resisted the urge. I wasn't keen into accepting their hospitality before I knew what would be the price.

I pushed through the crowd, moving deeper into the temple, being driven forward by the music and aroma, almost as if possessed. As I walked, I tried not to pay too much attention to what was going on around me. The creatures seemed completely driven by their bestial urges, taking the humans as their playthings, and those humans were breathless with raw screams of pleasure, they moaned as the reptilian's dominance shattered them completely.

I felt my heartbeat loud in my chest, my body buzzing with traitorous arousal. Ashamed, I couldn't deny I wanted to see more of it. My wife was completely entranced by the creatures, her eyes wide as she seemed intent on capturing every detail of those monstrous reptilians, yet even I could see that she couldn't fight how much she wanted them. Confused and embarrassed, she stared at those creatures.

We finally spotted the creature that had been calling for us. He was coiled around a large pillar on the back of the halls, as if on a throne. He was tall, even taller than the other reptilians, his canine teeth large and sharp. The light made his scales look like molten jade. He had a long scar over his left eye, the scales around deeply scarred.

We approached the scarred creature with caution. He sniffed the air as we approached.

"Newcomers, yes, but also family," he said, in a voice that was surprisingly low and articulate for a reptilian. "It seems you have finally found your way back home."

"We got lost on the road," I spoke trembling, but he had eyes only for Kelly. "We never had been here."

"True," he replied with a slow nod. "But she carries our blood, her family once was blessed, but now it has been diluted with filthy human blood. She was called here for our people lack broodmothers."

"Kelly?" I croaked uncertain of what he was speaking about.

The reptilian gave a little chuckle of delight as he caressed my wife's cheeks. A long red tongue slipped out to lick her neck. "Proper tribute."