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/Hypnopompic/

If it had been real, or if it had been fake, that event would remain in the forefront of his memories for a long time.

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The shadow creatures that had been present at his last visit appeared to have completely vacated the area. There was no chill in the air, no unease or dread lingering in the back of his mind. He looked over his shoulder every few steps down a path that was dimly familiar to him in mild hopes of glimpsing any residual trace of one. Their existence had been real enough, and a foundation for evidence was more acceptable than just in a single memory.

At least a week had passed. Maybe there had come a time for them to migrate, if that was even what they did. He drummed his fingers on his pant leg impatiently and turned on the spot one more time before trudging back down the dirt path. Pebbles skittered beneath his feet and a slight brush of wind passed over him. He wondered if he was being toyed with again. His senses amounted to nothing, and lingering might just elevate his paranoia, and he shoved his hands in his pockets and kept going.

Daylight was beginning to peer at him through the treetops the same as before, perhaps the only truth of his state of remembrance. The déjà vu didn't include the rainclouds that were drifting in, bringing more cold and gloom in their wake. He quickened his pace back to his car, even though he knew it was too late for him to make it back to his apartment without being rained on. He stopped to glance back one last time as he neared the end of the path, and his heart leapt in his throat. The log cabin was there again, and gone again when lightning flashed overhead. Thunder boomed as he scrambled into his car, and he sighed as the rain poured down in erratic sheets moments after he was in the seat.

He took a moment to start the car up, and while he lacked the modern comfort of a heater, he found without complaint, that the cold was far more agreeable. His phone blinked at him from the cup holder, a message on the screen read, “Hurry home". He scoffed and clicked the screen off as a streak of heat lightning flashed overhead again. Another lightning bolt followed, still without the company of thunder. He shifted into drive and revved the engine, beginning his journey back to his abode.

The older car rumbled stubbornly off the dirt road and onto the paved side street. Woods on either side made the path very private. He flicked the bright headlights on as he idled at the single four-way stop light, and watched the rain wash across the road, caught in currents of wind, like himself, in nature's merciless favor.

“At least this rain storm isn't as bad as Jurassic Park." He muttered aloud as he lingered at the stop sign, hands sliding down the wheel. He reached for the aux cable, but halted when he realized he'd forgotten it. A crease between his brows was the only indication of his disappointment. The red light glared at him from the intersection, unblinking, then went out. Another dose of realization as it slowly dawned on his tired mind. Wonderful, more time wasted.

His foot pressed down on the pedal after a moment of deliberation, no other cars were in the vicinity, and became a near instantaneous regret when a person walked in front of his vehicle, an abrupt THUD as the dark figure was struck and then collapsed out of sight. His shifted the car into park, his mouth agape at the odds. He threw open the driver's door and rushed from the vehicle before the pedestrian bled out or came screaming to his window for insurance money. He was perplexed when there was no one lying in the road, and bolted back for the car, jumping back into the seat, now completely miserable and drenched.

“Lucky no one was hurt I guess." He thought, attempting to make light of the additional negatives of his day.

He pulled his jacket and dress shirt off and tossed them on the passenger side floorboard. Yanking a dry shirt from his backpack in the passenger seat before he caught a cold, he pulled it on and retrieved a hand towel from his glove compartment, rubbing his face and the back of his neck. He ruffled it in his hair absently, and when he glanced at the rear view mirror out of habit, he jolted in surprise when a sudden odd darkness in the back seat shifted. His thoughts had no sooner processed this when a black hand curled over his shoulder, tracing over his collarbone gently.

It's real?

He reached up slowly, watching it in the mirror still, and touched the elbow of the dark creature; the texture felt similar to cloth.

It's real.

The creature let the realization hover between them for a moment longer before it acted. Its black tendrils curled around the seat, tracing over his body as its left hand wrapped around the other side of the seat and stroked across his stomach, sliding beneath his t-shirt, teasing below his belt line and tracing over the trail of dark hair. He sucked in a breath. These aftermarket seats would be suffering new stains it seemed.

The dark tendrils surprised him when they found what they'd actually been hunting for, and when his seat suddenly lurched backward, a chuckle rose from him. He reached back and grabbed at the shadow creature's head. Oftentimes he enjoyed not being restrained, and there seemed to be no intention to do so this round. The tendrils slowed their movements, the attention of the shadow was trained on him now, and he pulled the creature's face closer to his.

“How about a name." He muttered against the creature's lips. He tried to mask it, but his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his nervousness. Blackness with form, with thought, staring back at him, was a bit disconcerting, as it was entirely unpredictable. The shadows whirled upwards, and the creature traced its lips across his cheek and leaned to his ear, biting the lobe slightly before mouthing a word against it. A shrill pitch rang in his head, and he flinched in pain, but within it he heard a name. The creature's name. He turned his gaze back to the sifting blackness as he echoed what the shadow had said. “Eulythies."

He tilted his chin towards Eulythies' face at the same time the shade moved in for a kiss, and the synchronized movements caused them both to hesitate briefly. He pulled the creature down to finish the kiss and sharp teeth caught his lip instead, and he cursed as the shadow licked the red from his chin, a growl of amusement emanating from the creature. The dark filaments at his nether region thickened and rubbed against his crotch, distracting him from the twinge of pain from his lip. His cock reacted as the shadows teased him, and he gripped the shade's upper shoulder as the creature remained audience as the tendril's play affected the human's countenance.

On being observed, his eyes snapped back to the shadow's face and he sucked on his bloodied lip absently, the veins of his neck tensing as he neglected breath during his enjoyment, his heartbeat pounding in his skull as the abyssal beast above him gazed over his pleasured form shamelessly.

The black tendrils increased in density around them as Eulythies shifted positions. Thunder outside accompanied the movement, and a flash of lightning did nothing to illuminate the depths of the black creature. He groaned when the beast rolled its hips on top of him, their friction rippling a spark through the threads of darkness swirling around them. He clutched at the beast's thighs, breathing out at last as he palmed Eulythies' hard on.

“I'm Jirot," He exhaled. “No 'friends' will join us this time I hope."

He grinned as Eulythies' pushed his hand away, intent clear when the tendrils swirled back around to unzip his pants, freeing his hardened cock beside the creature's own; the sensation of skin on skin lit the fire of pleasure between them. He sat up quickly, and the shadowy waves stiffened in surprise as Jirot lingered before the creature's face. Jirot switched the car off as the creature's movements stubbornly persisted, leaving only the headlights on. Eulythies hooked Jirot's legs, and tilted his head against the other, their noses brushed, then the shade shoved him backwards, knees situated beneath Jirot's upper legs.

Jirot grunted as his shoulders fell into the seat, and was almost upset until he looked back at the creature, who, with its posturing, was clearly waiting for him to voice his displeasure.

Jirot smirked. “Is that so?" He pulled his shirt over his head before Eulythies could make a retort of some kind, making a show of it before he retaliated. There was just enough leeway to move forward and wrap the clothing around the shadow's neck, pulling it back down with him. Eulythies' chest rumbled in amusement, and Jirot inwardly swore that he had seen a flash of white teeth fangs amidst the darkness. The familiar chill from before danced up his spine, and he wondered if it was merely the nearness of something so abnormal that sent his senses on edge. He rolled his neck to stave off the feeling, and Eulythies followed his movement.

A ink black claw trailed down his torso as the shadow positioned itself at Jirot's entrance, and the tendrils gently worked their way inside him, pressing toward his point of pleasure. Jirot flushed as the ebon beast remained immobile above him, scrutinizing his expressions as the pleasure within him elevated higher and higher. Tendrils wrapped the base of his dick to prevent him from finishing early and Jirot held on as the intensity built. He white knuckled the shirt still around Eulythies' neck as the tendrils pulsed inside of him, his eyes rolling as he absorbed the thrill of the moment. He shivered when they pulled out, and liquid trickled down his inner thigh, his stomach tensed as he watched the shadow's body lower and tried to relax as he felt it slowly begin pushing inside of him. The cold of the creature meshed with his body, and Jirot gasped at the tremble that shook his body to the tip of his pre-slick glans.

Eulythies' dark hand grabbed Jirot's thigh to steady him as the shade entered, its hand rested on Jirot's stomach, and the muscles twitched underneath the shade's fingertips. Eulythies savored each second inside the heat of the human's body and Jirot ground his teeth as he let Eulythies choose the pace. He was feeling uncomfortably stretched, but the shadow was efficient at hitting the right spot. The creature arched into him deeply with each thrust, cold breaths of desire breezing on Jirot's chin and neck, and black clawed fingers dug into his thigh. Jirot heaved a sharp breath and beheld Eulythies once again. Oddly enough, the shade's appearance was becoming clearer. His questioning mumble was cut short when a wave of racing thoughts fogged over his mind completely.

Eulythies' head jerked up sensing this, but before he could react, Jirot had his neck and slammed him into the steering wheel, the horn honking obnoxiously. The shadows around them quaked and tore as they stared at one another. The shadow was faintly astonished at Jirot's darkening expression, but its body language indicated nothing, but Jirot perceived this with a visible slant of his gaze. Eulythies surprise was replaced with confusion, then fright when Jirot's hand lashed out, too fast to be completely avoided, too fast to be human, and the strike shredded a part of the creature's upper arm.

Eulythies expressions were clearer by the moment, and the shade grimaced at the wound. Then hands clamped around the jet black throat, thumbs pressing into its windpipe. Jirot was no longer present, and when the shadow tried to push the possessed human back, Jirot did not budge an inch. Then he felt power shock through its body, and he was effectively paralyzed, it was fear, and the creature was certain; the shadow king had paid them a visit once again.

Jirot's voice was overlaid with the dark king's tone. “You will never have something I cannot take," He snarled as the human's body rode Eulythies' pulsing cock, Jirot's own trembling on the edge, still held in Eulythies' quivering tendrils. Jirot's grip loosened on Eulythies' throat as he fought to regain control, and the shadow gratefully accepted the rush of air back into its lungs. Jirot leaned into Eulythies' face, eyes still those of the shadow king. “Not even for an instant." He whispered. Jirot's head snapped back as the shadow king evicted the human's body in a flare of ebony shrapnel. Jirot caught Eulythies' shoulders in a death grip, holding on in the rush of regaining his bearings.

Eulythies grabbed Jirot's hips, lifted and leaned him back to the seat, his torn arm burned in painful protest. The dark creature ignored it, and drove into Jirot's ass ruthlessly to avoid the questions the human may have. Jirot clutched at the shadow's shoulders and lower back, panting and elated, words lost in rampant thrusts and the fuel of desire as the tight coils between them elevated until it burst. Eulythies filled him up and relinquished the tendril's hold on Jirot's cock. Jirot's breath hitched and his back arched as he trembled in his release, spurts of white across his stomach. His eyes flicked up at Eulythies again before the vision of the creature fazed away, then vanished completely. But not before he caught an expression of vexation cross the others' features.

Jirot jolted as if he had suddenly had a falling dream. He blinked, once, then twice. His head had been for some reason resting on the steering column. He silently mused if something had happened when he blacked out.

The rain was coming down harder now, and a flash of lightning preceded by a crash of thunder was a motivational factor that urged him back to his apartment. At least the inside of the old car managed to stay dry. The light turned green, and Jirot tossed a quick glance left and right before accelerating.

For some reason, as he passed the crossroads, he felt as if something was missing.