A Wolf in Bloody Finery

In the beginning, there was, and is, only one God. He is all-knowing, all-seeing, the unity of molecules that govern existence. Whenever the universe descended into endless black, he would appear as a blinding light, beginning life once more. One day, God looked upon his beautiful creation and sought to add more paint to the canvas. He would not do it by himself, but chose one who loved him to hold the brush.

~Excerpt from the Solarin Covenatum~

He felt his body traverse through empty space. Memories of an explosion become something twisted that rips into the man’s back. He tumbled, strangely feeling no pain before landing within the embrace of darkness.

Consciousness returned, gray walls and a constant ringing greeting him. The concussive force of the explosion must have perforated his eardrums. The lack of feeling below his waist also indicated a broken spine, leaving him unable to escape his tomb.

He touched his head, finding his helmet split open by a piece of shrapnel. When the man’s hand came back, it wasn’t quite right. One of his eyes seemed to be looking at it from a slightly tilted angle.

The soldier decided not to remove his helmet, possibly the only thing keeping his head together. Looking down, he made out the bloody remains of his uniform. It was strange to see his intestines, a pulsating pile between his legs.

The chaos of battle could be heard outside. His heart ached at the sound of human screams. His friends, his rivals, dying horribly in a global war that has scarred the landscape he called home.

What is the point of victory, if there isn’t a home to go back to?

He thought about what to do with the last few moments of his life. He could try to put himself back together, but his hands were too dirty. His mind contemplated prayer, but he had forsaken the Lord long ago.

What kind of deity would create such a beautiful world, only to let us destroy it?

As if in response to the soldier’s blasphemy, a blinding light flooded everything around him. There was a crack of sound, something beyond thunder. It slammed into him, ripping his shelter apart.

He became a meaty rock in a can, shaken by a childish god-being. By the time it stopped, he couldn’t move anymore. The soldier didn’t mind because he was looking up at a starry night sky, clean of smoke and weapons fire.

His hand felt something smooth underneath it, something made of glass. It also felt wet, sticky, and warm. Whatever he sat on was most likely covered with his blood.

That was ok, the soldier did his best, fought and killed and survived. His heart could have stopped beating any time, the end of the road only one step ahead of him. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder why, while synapses died, his mind was playing tricks on him.

The soldier noticed the moon. The illuminated crescent seemed to resemble a sinister smile. Why did he imagine that smile forming words?

“Is your life so small?”

It was not a voice in the logical sense. The words seemed to come into existence, not heard or thought. The soldier felt their meaning, an eluded understanding not unlike defining the words without knowing their shape.

“Is this the end of your tale?”

The sensation of his body shutting down felt like nothing he expected. Darkness enveloped him, slithered across his broken body as serpents of death. They wrapped around him, touched him in a way that made him groan.

“What if it was not?”

The soldier felt his hands submerge into the vitreous surface below. He looked down, his vision sharpening in his final moment. Yet that moment extended, taking the shape of a mouth between his legs.

“I could offer more…”

The mouth opened, taking in the soldier’s intestines. He expected to be devoured, but instead felt the uncomfortable heat of his guts regurgitated back into his body. He almost wretched at the sensation of his insides moving on their own to return to their rightful positions.

“I could make a new ending.”

The mouth opened again, gently pulsing with deep inner light. This could not be real, just the man’s mind dying. How could it be his imagination, when he felt its tongue lick across his softened manhood?

“Just give—”

The magenta organ tapered to a dark, forked tip. It dripped with translucently opalescent saliva that drank in the faint rays of moonlight. Slathering the man’s length with its otherworldly spittle, the tongue’s otherworldly touch sent his dying body into spasms.

“Your consent…”

Why did he give it?

This creature wrapped its tongue slowly over his hardened flesh. The way he throbbed in its grasp made the mirror shiver with desire. Its elongated mouth swallowed the tongue into an unseen throat, pulling him into it. With the crown beyond inky lips, the tentacles grasping the soldier’s body began guiding his hips into a thrusting motion.

“A contract takes shape,”

He only felt the building pressure within paralyzed loins. The grinding of its tongue against the crown’s sensitive underside was constant and rhythmic. Gradually, the dying soldier was driven through forced pleasure towards climax.

“the vellum formed from shadows,”

It ended in a relentless tide of ecstasy and pain, the shadows flashing with swirls of violet hues. The light came from the entity that held him. Somehow the soldier understood that this was a sign of pleasure.

“signed with your white ink.”

Lavender light pulsed through the darkness with each discharge. It came from scales that covered her tentacles, the man was able to see his doom. The monstrous appendages formed an entrapping sphere of slithering flesh, blocking out the moon.

"You will be my need.”

The creature purred around his length, letting his orgasm fill still-suckling lips. The man whimpered as his hips moved slowly, yearning to give everything. The hungry mouth eventually pulled free, hanging open for him to see.

“Others will be drawn to you,

salacious lovers.”

Within was the cavernous throat of a hungry serpent made otherworldly. Its long tongue hung from black lips, the walls of its mouth glowing dark violet, illuminating the small pool of grayish white.

“Add to their story,

Love them as I will love you.”

Small tendrils blanketed the walls of its mouth and throat, glowing as they swam in the muck of his spent orgasm. Something about the way it seemed to savor him, caused his flesh to stiffen once more. The darkest part of him felt eager to feed this entity that craved him.

“They will be my ink.”

Hands rose from the darkness. Gray scales bathed in unseen moonlight took the form of fingers tipped with black claws. Their touch sent shivers through his body.

“I will write our tale,

a story of torrid ends,

and dire beginnings.”

Elegant arms tensed with fibrous muscle, pulling herself out of the black mirror. A mane of milky white tendrils covered her face. They wriggled obscenely, their wet texture darkening to shades of plum at the tips.

“Now show me your love.”

They reached out, gripping and tearing away the shreds of the soldier’s clothing— new pleasure attacking his body. Large, firm breasts squeezed around his length, monstrous saliva offering ample lubrication.

“Use your imagination.”

Through the writhing head tentacles, otherworldly eyes illuminated with shades of purple lust, and silver amorance.

“Give your Mistress form.”