Have another Nightmare
My eyes slowly opened as I felt her paws rub slowly at my ears. I started to stir and she whispered, "Shh..." I gave her a warm, lazy smile and let out an approving murr. I nuzzled myself up against her dark fur. A quiet whirr started up nearby and the faint orange light of the space heater put an eerie glow over the room. I looked up at her, her fur was shining in the orange glow.
My mangy black paws rubbed her leg slowly, working their way up her sides. There was a twinge in my loins as I felt her stomach, realizing we were both still nude. I sniffed the air, "Mmm...." The smell of our previous coupling was still wafting around us.
My rough warm tongue licked along my lips briefly, before I buried my muzzle into her belly. She giggled as I sniffed through her fur, tickling her waist and allowing my muzzle to slowly drop. I sniffed at her luscious entrance, then ran my rough tongue along it.
"Mmm..." The smells and tastes of her sex filled my senses desires. It smelled of us both, more of her with a hint of me. It was an improvement of last night when I had dared to drink from her holy grail. It had tasted of her, which was always good. But it had also tasted of her husband. He had a strong musk, and I did enjoy licking it from her the night before, but I knew she belonged more to me than him. She needed to smell and taste like me.
I let my tongue plunge deeper into her, pressing my muzzle hard against her. Her paws clenched my head as I probed into her entrance. Her breathing become haggard, irregular, and she let out a loud gasp as I licked deeper. I found that my work wasn't done. The alpha male's musk was in the deeper part of her. I growled into her sex, sending vibrations of pleasure through her body. I felt her grasp harder at my head, twisting my ears and letting out a moan as I growled in her. I licked into her sex deeper and harder, trying to remove her husband's taste from her.
Her hips jolted with my licking, her paws pressing down on my head. Groans, moans, and other noises of pleasure were constantly emitted from her maw. I licked and licked, removing his scent. She was mine and she would smell of me next time he was with her. There was violent jolt as I licked her, then a torrent of juices and a loud gasping moan of relief. I drank from her cup of life eagerly, then pulled my muzzle from her, happily licking my lips.
That was enough juices to get his musk out of her. Good, now all that was left was to fill her with my musk. She looked at me, knowing what I was doing. I was reclaiming her from her husband, as I had done on several other occasions. She knew that it was necessary for me to do that whenever we were together. I brought my matted wet muzzle up to hers, letting her lick her juices from it as I got ready.
Her smell, her taste, my smell, my taste, his taste.... It had made me so hard. It wouldn't be a problem to reclaim her now. I spread open her legs, then held her hands above her head. I pushed my hips slowly between hers. Then, arching my hips up, I slammed down. I had to penetrate deep into her, to cover up any of his musk that may have been left.
I thrust so hard into her, pulling near out to thrust back down with a vengeance. She let out a loud scream of pleasure at first, but it soon died to moans as my hard and fast rhythm kept up. The springs in her bed were squeaking with our pleasure. I was sure the neighbors and anybody who passed by would here us. Good, they should know she was mine as well.
My knot had long since swollen, and the force and quick pace of my thrusts had certainly brought me close to climax quickly. I let out an angry snarl, and then bit onto her neck, causing another scream as I thrust my knot into her. We were tied, now. We would probably be like this for hours. A torrential flood of fluids was released from us both. We soaked each other, my seed filling her and her juices oozing out as much as they could around the knot. Pregnancy was likely.
I gasped for air, letting go of her neck and she did the same. We laid in each other's embrace for god knows how long. It felt like we could bath in the aftermath forever. This lover's embrace could never be broken. That of course, was a lie.
The door to the bedroom came crashing open. Standing in the doorway was a dark figure, shadows caused by the hall light behind him. We both shouted in fear as the hulk of a figure approached. Anger flowed throw his body as he saw his wife and I sharing our most tender moments in his bed, soaking it once again with both of our juices. He had slept in a bed stained with another man's fluids, even licked them from her fur, without ever knowing. Until now, that is. He lifted up his arm. It gleamed in the dim light, and was disproportionally long. Not an arm, a rifle. The fear coursing through my body, was unimaginable.
CRAAAACK! The first bullet hit me, dead between the eyes. There was a woman screaming and a man shouting as I collapsed, blood running from my head onto something soft. It all went dark, too fast for me to know what happened.
Drip... drip... drip... Darkness. Drip... drip... drip... Loneliness. Drip... drip... drip.... A putrid smell. Drip... drip... drip... What was that sound? I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. I reached out to feel my way around, but I couldn't feel anything. I tried to walk, but I didn't know if I moved. There was nothing... almost nothing. Drip... drip... drip... It was getting louder. What happened? Where was I? What is that dripping sound? It was getting louder... I must be moving.
_ "Silas?"_ What was that? Somebody knew my name. I turned to look, but still couldn't see, "Hello?". "Silas... you're dead!" I backed away from the threatening voice. Something wanted to kill me, and I was blind... this day was already off to a bad start.
"I- I didn't do anything!" My voice seemed to echo, but there were no walls I could think of. "Now you're lying, Silas...." Was I lying? I tried to think back to what had happened just before I ended up here. Nothing, not really. It was all a hazy fog. "But.... I don't remember anything..." There was a long pause of silence. Then the voice again, "To start, you messed around with another man's wife, Silas." The voice was familiar, very familiar... I couldn't pinpoint it. Suddenly the darkness was full of images, sounds, and smells, even tastes and feelings. It's hard to describe how I could taste and feel things that weren't touching me, but I could. I saw her naked body writhing under me. I felt the soft fur and wet juices. The smell of sex filled the air. I tasted cum on my tongue, my own and her husband's. "Mmm..." I felt my loins twinge with want again, only the twinge was felt everywhere in the room.
"Wh-what is going on?" A shadowy figure approached me and spoke, "Silas, you are dead!" There was a sudden burst, a bright light and a figure in the images. The figure held up a shadowy rifle, and there was crack and flash. There was screaming, the taste of copper, and the feeling of extreme pain all around. I fell, both in the images and where I was.
"I'm... dead?" The shadowy figure nodded in agreement. "Do you know what you have done?" I didn't know. What had I done? "No?" The shadowy figure seemed to glare at me, "Then perhaps you should see." I shut my eyes, I didn't want to see. I knew, though, I had to see. I opened my eyes and what I saw shocked me.
I was floating, floating in the very room I had died. I was staring down at a ghastly scene, one that would haunt even the dead. The door to the room had been left open; the bright light in the hall was shining in and illuminating the terrifying bedroom scene.
I laid on the floor, a nude corpse. A still fresh hole was in my head, blood still seemed to be seeping out of it to join the large pool around my body. My member had long since gone flaccid with the loss of blood and life. A shame, it was most beautiful when stretched at full length and knotted.
On the bed, there she was, my lover. She was as beautiful and nude as before, but ruined. She was writhing in anger, fear, and pleasure. Those three don't mix well. Her beautiful fur had been matted with blood, my blood. Her arms were pinned above her head by a large wolf, her husband.
He had pulled his pants and underwear down in a frenzy. He must have leapt on top of the poor female. She screamed in terror as he continuously plunged a large and hard member into her soaking wet sex, his knot was buried deep in her already. It was coated in semen, my semen, and his.
I would have vomited if I could, it was grotesque. Such a beautiful loving moment had turned into a vile rape. "You should do something, Silas." That voice spoke to me again. I looked over, seeing the shadowy figure floating next to me. "I can't do anything, I'm dead." It looked at me and said, "With enough willpower, even the dead can affect the living." I hesitantly looked back at what was happening.
The wolf raping his wife leaned down and licked her cheek. He licked my blood from her fur and growled at her, "I've never felt so alive. The sheer thrill of killing him, fucking you, tasting his blood, feeling his cum on my cock as I fuck you HOW I WANT! I wish I could do this again..."
My guilt, my sorrow, my disgust, it all turned to rage. The bastard had her to begin with. He didn't deserve her. I deserved her! I loved her! I would treat her right! I gave her everything she needed! But he had her! Now he abused her!!!
I didn't know what was happening until it happened. I had came down from the ceiling with fury. My hands and arms, they were nothing but spikes. They penetrated his fur, gashing blood out of him, killing him. His soul and body, ruined. It was too late to stop it. He was dead.
His corpse fell down onto her, his knot still tied tight to her. His blood poured out onto her fur. She screamed in terror. There was absolutely no way to comprehend what had just happened from her point of view. I wasn't visible, or corporeal. He had simply... exploded.
"She's ruined now... death would be a merciful gesture. There is no recovery from what has happened to her." That strangely familiar voice spoke to me again. I looked her over, the shadowy figure was right. Poor thing, she was ruined. Her fur was caked with dried blood and semen stains. She was covered in fresh blood and sperm alike. She was bruised and chewed on. Those were just the physical problems.
She would be traumatized. First, her lover was killed by her husband while still buried deep in her. Then she was raped by her husband immediately after. Next, her husband was dead, exploded for all she knew. The police would probably blame her for his death. She might get off with self defense. Mentally, she would never function right again. Death was merciful.
I sighed and brushed my non-corporeal hand against her cheek. She jumped in fear and let out a scream, then whimpered and cried. Her husband was still stuck in her. It was sad that she had to go through this. I took her life, stabbing her through the heart I once loved so much. She fell to the ground, writhing in pain and bleeding. She soon died.
The room was a mess. Three corpses, two with mysterious stab wounds, one shot in the head. Let the police figure it out. I never wanted to be reminded of this again. I would never be able to forget, even though I am dead.
"You slept with another man's wife when you were alive. It ruined his life, it ruined her life. It even ruined your life. Now that you are dead, you killed the man and his wife. You tried to fix a wrong with more wrongs, but nothing is right. Face it, Silas, you were a lecher when you were alive and are a murder now that you are dead." I looked to the shadowy figure as he spoke, silently, nodding my head in agreement. I then replied, "There was no right choice.... There never is...." The shadowy figure floated pass me, I heard him whisper, "You're learning..."
That voice of his, that oh so familiar voice. Why didn't I realize it before? I had heard it so many times, how could I have not made the connection? Perhaps it is because even though I had listened to it so often, and always took it's advice, I had never really heard it. It was so clear now, I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed it before. That familiar voice, that impossible to place voice, the one that belonged to the shadowy figure.... It was mine.