I know I am a little bit late for posting this story, but here it finally, number 10 of the 100 Themes Writing Challenge. Sorry for having you all waiting for so long, I hope you enjoy this new post. I present to you Paradise Lust, based around the theme "Silence". This story is 18+ for having some adult content so if that kind of thing offends you please refrain from reading (but if you are on this blog I am pretty sure you are not the kind to be offended by anything xD). Enjoy and let me know your thoughts!
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- SILENCE -
Paradise Lust
I woke up,
alone, in this place which was not familiar. I was feeling lost, alone,
forsaken. What was going on in my head? I could not recognise these images in
my brain. What were they, memories? Dreams? It was so hazy.
It was as if my memory
had been erased from my brain. All of my memories were just gone, vanished into
thin air. I could not remember a single thing, not even who I was. But that did
not matter to me. Deep in my soul I could feel the desire, the intense need to
move forward. The road I would take did not matter, I just had to go forward.
I looked around
me. My body was shaken by an unbearable cold, which, after a couple of minutes,
strangely turned into a nice and cozy warmth. It is that weird sensation that
was taking over my body when I looked at that frozen landscape in which I was
finding myself. It was so vast and all covered in snow. It was a forest that
seemed to be without end. The ground was all white with a snow that first
appeared to be cold, but that was strangely inducing in me a feeling of comfort
and warmth.
When I looked
down, I was surprised to realise I was completely naked. In my birthday suit in
this icy landscape, one would think I would be freezing to death, yet
surprisingly it was really warm, almost too hot.
Alone, naked, lost,
I moved forward in this gigantic forest of ice and snow. The light was strange;
between dawn and dusk, it was a light as if the sun was setting and rising at
the same time. It was projecting shadows from the trees in different
directions, which made the atmosphere rather unsettling. What in the world was
this place in which the laws of nature seemed to have no effect? The further I
went, the more eerie this light got. I felt like I was in a dream.
I had been
wandering for what seemed a couple of hours when I caught glimpse of something
in the distance, near a tree. It was a faint gleam near that caught my
attention. This strange orb of light was glowing behind a tree, in a strange
light that almost seemed... spectral. I could not explain why, but I was
attracted to it and I decided to move towards it. However, when I reached the
tree, the gleam had disappeared, as if it never had been there in the first
place. Had it been real? Or maybe I just imagined it?
I decided to
keep moving forward. After walking for a while, I found traces in the snow.
Human footprints. I started having hope once again. Finally, I might meet
another living soul in this god-forsaken place, someone who could tell me where
I was, and help me find my way out of here. But my joy was quick to turn into
horror when I realised these footsteps were actually mine... I had been walking
in circles, and I was back at my starting point. I was seriously worrying if I
was ever going to find a way out of here. Despaired, I collapsed on the ground.
The snow was warm and cozy and I decided to use it as a bed to rest for a
moment. Laid on my back, I was gazing at the sky. It was of a dark scarlet
colour and there was no trace of stars, clouds or sun in it. It was impossible
to tell if it was day or night. The immensity of this sky was extremely
frightening and was reminding me that despite its open vastness, I was
grounded, trapped in this endless forest.
I suddenly
started to feel something behind me, a living presence. Surprised, I quickly
stood up to see a great white wolf staring right at me with its large azure
eyes that seemed to be gazing directly into my soul. Strangely, I was not
feeling any bit of fear. I was not afraid of this wolf; it is as if I knew in
the bottom of my soul that I could trust it. It was as if by its gaze, the wolf
had told me not to be afraid of him. What was he doing here exactly? And how
did he find me? Maybe he was like me, lost here, trying to find his way in this
eerie forest that seemed to have no way out.
The wolf’s
presence mysteriously boosted my will to go on and so I decided to keep moving
forward, but in a completely different direction from the one my footsteps were
leading to. The wolf was following me everywhere, like a loyal companion. I
thought that together, it would be easier to find a way out of this labyrinth.
With him by my side I finally started hoping again, believing that I could get
out of here.
While we were walking, I noticed once again near a tree that strange ethereal light I had seen before. Its presence made me feel deeply uneasy and I could not explain why. It was as if I was terrorised from the bottom of my soul. Yet, I felt drawn to it. It also seemed to be the case for my companion, who was running towards it at the speed of light. I decided to do like him, but when I reached the tree, the light had already disappeared. My companion seemed to be startled by this as much as I was.
My body was then
taken over by an intense shiver when I heard a sound behind me that appeared to
be a scream. I barely had time to turn around that I could hear that scream
coming from the opposite direction. The scream stopped, and the light appeared
again, and this time it was close to me. I moved towards it and it did not
vanish. In front of me, a strange floating hazy heap of vaporous light was
dancing. I thought for half a second that I could see a hint of a human
silhouette in it, but the light started to get too strong for me to be able to
see anything. The glow grew in intensity until it completely blinded me.
This lasted for
a couple of seconds and then the lighting came back to normal. When I could
see again, I was more than surprised to realise I was not at the same place
anymore. I was now inside a wood cabin, fairly small and scarcely furnished.
There was a bed which looked greatly comfortable, a table in the centre with
four stools and a hearth in which there was a cauldron. There was only a small
little window, but it was so covered in frost that I could not even see outside.
I could distinguish the colours of the forest in which I was lost and so I
understood I must not have been very far. I moved towards the door only to see
it had no handle. I pushed as strongly as I could on it, but it did not budge a
bit. I started to understand I was now a prisoner in this cabin in which I had
no idea how I got in in the first place. There was no trace of my white
companion; I was once again left all alone.
I was feeling
rather tired and so I decided to go lie on the bed for a moment. I must have
nodded off, because I suddenly woke up. Waking up when you have not even
noticed you have fallen asleep is a slightly disturbing experience. The room
had not changed and frost was still preventing me from seeing outside the
window. Something surprised me though. My friend, my only companion in this
strange land, the white wolf, was back. He was lying on the floor in the corner
of the room. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he jumped on the bed to greet
me. He got really close to my naked body. I could feel his soft white fur
caressing my skin; one of the softest sensations I had ever felt. I started
stroking his fur, only to notice it was disappearing. What I was stroking was
not fur anymore, it was skin. Human skin. A soft, milky skin that felt like
silk to the touch. I took a proper look at my friend and I realised it was not
a wolf anymore that was in bed with me, but a man. A very handsome man. Probably
the most handsome I had ever seen in my entire life. Even if I tried, I could
not help but stare at his naked body, laid there on that bed, just right beside
my bare flesh. Strangely, I was not feeling any kind of discomfort or shyness.
He was built
like a god, embodying perfection. He had snow white skin and a face like an
angel’s, on which were shining the two emeralds that were his eyes. His hair
was long and wavy and shined of a bright golden colour. He was a living work of
art.
“Who are you?
Where are we and just what the hell is going on?” I asked him.
Silence. He did
not say a word. Only his eyes started glaring intensely in mine. My body was
shaken by a warm thrill. He smiled, and moved his lips onto mine. He started
kissing me. Gently at first, but then it got more passionate. He tasted like
roses, my favourite. As he was kissing, our naked bodies were enlaced. He was
laid on top of me in a tight embrace, caressing my back as he was kissing me
intensely.
He suddenly
stopped, smiled at me and started kissing my neck. It seemed unreal, how he was
not making a single sound. Complete silence. The light was still present in a
very weird way as well, as if lights and sounds made no sense anymore. That
thought did not bother me for a long time though, as this godly man was now
kissing my chest. He kept going down until he reached my cock. Needless to say
I was already rock hard; truthfully I had been as soon as this naked man
appeared beside me. I could feel his gentle cherry lips around my manhood and
it was giving me thrills as I had never experienced before. I could feel his
lips moving up and down my shaft and the thrills were getting so strong I
thought I would black out. As he was doing it, I stroked his magnificent golden
hair. I had never felt anything like it, it was even softer than silk. All
these sensations brought together were pure bliss, it was almost unbearable.
He stopped
himself, moved his head up and stared at me. He gave me a smile and leaned
towards me. He climbed on me and put his legs on each side of my body. He moved
his cheeks close to my cock and started rubbing against it. He did it for a
while and then slid my cock inside of him. It went in surprisingly smoothly, as
if he had already been lubed up. That must have been because he had abnormally
soft skin; it was almost like liquid. It was nothing like I had ever touched
before.
And so here I
was, lying on my back, this beautiful stranger on top of me, my shaft inside
his godly body, our flesh fused in an enthralling embrace. He was swaying his
hips upon my manhood as I was thrusting with vigor and pushing it deeper within
him. Staring intensely through my eyes, he had a subtle smile on his face. I
have no idea how long we kept going, it was as if time had lost all meaning. I
did not want him to stop, I did not want any of us to reach orgasm. I wanted
this to go on forever. And it did. Maybe not forever, but it did seem like it.
Until I could not hold it anymore that is. I exploded inside of him in the most
intense orgasm I had ever felt. As I did, I heard him moan in pleasure, which
was the very first noise he made. He did so as he released his flow onto my
body, in sync with my orgasm.
After this, I
was paralysed, drained of all my energy. We had not moved and he was still on
top of me. His gaze went from my body to my face. His smile was getting larger.
He started laughing. A very faint and cute laugh. I could not help but laugh as
well; a laugh of pure satisfaction.
His laugh kept
going on, and strangely got louder. He laughed louder every second, and it went
from adorable to terrifying. His gentle smile transformed into an evil grin, as
he kept laughing. Suddenly, he stopped. Silence. He then started sobbing, tears
flowing from his eyes. I was so confused, yet I did nothing, my body still
unable to move. He was still crying. I thought there was something off about
his cry, until I realised his tears were red. It was blood flowing from his
eyes. He then stopped crying and started convulsing, as if he was having a
seizure. He screamed. An extremely loud, soul-shattering scream. He was still
convulsing and fell off the bed. I was panicking, but my body was paralysed. At
first, I thought it was caused by the aftermaths of our intercourse, but it was
not the case, as I was still paralysed and could not move a finger. When he
fell off the bed, I lost sight of him and could not even move my head to check
on the floor. He might have been dead and I would not even know. I was nailed
down the bed, my naked body covered in sweat and in his blood.
I noticed something
was glowing around the window. I could not see outside, but I could clearly see
the movement of a faint light, lurking around the cabin. It seemed to be
revolving around it. It was getting stronger and moving faster and then...
nothing. It stopped, and all lighting disappeared. Everything became pitch
black. I could not see a thing, and I still could not move. It was silent,
eerily silent. I was terrified. After a bit, I heard moaning on the floor,
close to the bed. I recognised the blonde man’s voice. He seemed to be in great
pain. “Are you alright?” I asked. His sole answer was a lament. He kept moaning
like this for what seemed to me to be an eternity. I could not do a single
thing. I was stuck here, in the dark, paralysed, forced to listen to a lament
of pain without the power to do anything. His lamentation was getting louder
and stronger, and it froze my blood right in my veins. His moaning had turned
to screams of agony, constantly getting louder. It was maddening. It went on
for what seemed to be hours, and then it suddenly got silent. Nothing. Not a
single faint sound. What had happened? Was he dead? I wanted to scream, but
nothing came out of my mouth. Had I lost my voice as well?
I had completely
lost track of time, here in the dark in utter silence. Until I heard something.
I did not recognise what it was at first. It was very faint and seemed to be
coming from a faraway distance. It got a little clearer. I could finally
recognise what it was. A laugh. The laugh of a little girl. The voice sounded
familiar. The sound was coming from the forest and seemed to be far from the
cabin, yet it was the only thing I could hear. I opened my eyes (which I had
not even noticed were closed), to realise light was finally back.
For an unknown
reason, I was not in the cabin anymore, but back in the forest. I was lying in
the snow, which felt exactly like the bed in the cabin. The trees around me
were the same as before, and the sky was still strangely sunny yet dark like a
night sky. Shadows were projected from different sides simultaneously. The snow
was warm and cozy and was caressing my bare body. I stood up, relieved to see I
was able to move again. So here I was, back to my starting point. Was there no
escape from this place? Nothing happening made any sense, but I had stopped
wondering about that a long time ago.
I thought the
best was to keep walking, even though that was unlikely to lead me anywhere. So
I walked for a rather long time, not knowing if I was making any real progress,
since the forest always looked the same. It was as if the trees were an
identical copy of each other, and as if each step forward was bringing me
backwards. After long moments of walking throughout the unmoving landscape, I
noticed smoke in the distance. I ran towards it. The smoke was coming from a
chimney on a log cabin which seemed out of place in this deserted forest. As I
got closer, I could see people through its window. A naked man, his back to the
glass. He had long blonde hair. I recognised him. When I got closer, I could
see he was... busy. He was having sex with a man I could not see from where I
was. I was shocked... I thought that man might have been dead, considering he
was screaming in agony earlier on, and now here he was, fucking another man.
And he seemed to enjoy it. A lot. I could not help but stare at the scene. I
started to feel a warm rush of blood flowing down my body. What the fuck was
wrong with me? This was not the time for that at all. I peered through the
window to try to get a proper look at that other man in bed with the blonde
guy.
What I saw
horrified me. The other man... was me. I was looking at myself, thrusting my
cock inside that handsome devil. How? What was going on? I had closed my eyes
for a second, in shock, and when I opened them I screamed. The blonde man was
now facing the window and staring right at me from the other side, that grin on
his face like he had before. I was scared to death and ran away.
I was running
fast. Really fast. Too fast. How could I do it? I looked down at my body... I
was not myself anymore. I was a wolf. A white wolf, like the one who was with
me before and turned into that man. Discovering that did not stop me from
running. My wolf legs were very swift in the snow and I wanted to get as far
away from there as I could. So I ran and ran and I was not even feeling tired.
I dashed for a long time yet my surroundings did not seem to change the least.
It was very subtle, but everything seemed to be darker. The chaotic shadows
cast by the trees seemed to be longer and more opaque.
I had to stop
myself from running when I heard something faint in the distance. That little
girl’s laugh again. It seemed to always be distant, yet I could hear it
somehow. Why was it so familiar? My hearing as a wolf was stronger and I so I
decided to go where the laugh was coming from. I was running towards it, but I
could not seem to ever get to the source of it. It was now coming from a
different direction. Scanning my surroundings, I noticed something glowing. It
was that spectral light, again... I followed it, but it vanished as I got close
to it. I noticed red stains on the snow. Could it be blood? I followed them and
heard a moaning of pain not far from where I was. I recognised that voice and
hurried towards it, only to realise I was in front of that log cabin once
again.
I should have
been miles away from there, yet here I found myself once more. I did not have
much time to think about that, for the agonising voice was quick to bring me
back to reality. It was coming from behind the cabin, where I hurried to. A
body was lying in the snow, covered in rashes, scratches and fresh open wounds.
He had long blonde hair... that was him again. He was bleeding a dangerous
amount. I got close to him to have a better look at his state. He was unconscious,
probably even dead. His body was a mess; he had been butchered and was lying in
a pool of blood. The wounds on his body seemed to have been done by claws and I
could see bite marks on his flesh... A wolf must have had attacked him, it
looked like the kind of wounds I could inflict in the shape I was in. As I was
standing horrified in front of this horrible scene, I started feeling a
presence behind me. I heard a laugh. That same familiar young girl laugh as
before, except this time it was right behind me. I turned around. Nothing.
Where was it coming from?
“You did this to
yourself.”
Said a little
girl’s voice behind me. I turned back. No sign of any little girl, but the
mutilated body had changed. It was not the blonde man anymore. Despite the poor
state of the body, I recognised it... It was me. As soon as I saw this, I
started feeling an unbearable pain taking over my body. Everything went black.
I must have fainted.
I slowly came
back to my senses. I opened my eyes. My surroundings did not seem familiar.
Where was I? It was as if my memories had been erased from my brain. I was
feeling so lost and alone. I could not remember a single thing, not even who I
was. Where was I? How did I get here? I looked around me. I was in the middle
of a vast forest covered in snow which, strangely, was feeling warm. I did not
recognise this place at all. I had no idea why I was here and how I got there,
but I knew one thing: I had to get out of here. And so I started moving
forward, hoping to find my way in this strange forest I had never seen before.
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(C) Copyright 2014 Hope Alexander aka David Giroux for the text
Artwork by Ayami Kojima
