Stonecutter Pt. 03

"I wasn sure, cause it's all over her body now. Tell your women the whole truth. Let them decide. They must know about the danger. For the poor girl, I can help with the smaller cancers, but not the big one. Would you like me to try?" She asked me. I knew that she would help. It's in her nature, she canna help it. She was quite happy to get rid of a bunch of small tumors for me, for her. It was what she did.

"Would you like to help Jazz first? She was beat very badly, and I think you could help get her past the scars, and any internal injuries too. PLEASE?" I begged. She had to help quickly, or the scars would be set permanent. It would quite literally only take her a minute. Damn it, my heart fluttered thinking about that black beauty. She had me.

"Of course. We all have to talk. You know they might all leave you?" She said.

"Yes, I know. I would never ask anyone who didn't want to stay, to stay. You know that." I replied. "Telling them about me bad side takes a bit of... courage. I hate this talk"

"You must tell them all of it. They need to know what you are in the blue light!" She took Jazz by the hand. She was going to fix her wounds..

"Ok, I need to use the smaller bedroom. You owe me a thousand fucks easy." Same old evil grin, the witch could still play me like a fiddle. I hate meself. I just hate it when I love her so much that it hurts. The woman could turn me inside out with just a word. She is still an evil bitch.

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My ex-wife took Jazz into the smaller bedroom and closed the door. She would tend to Jazz, and heal her wounds as best she could. I had to confess to all the girls.

I gathered all the women together. This was going to suck. I even brought the Spanish women in to hear the story.

"I am not a regular person. The current popular word for me is a 'Moonlighter'. Aileen my ex wife is also a Moonlighter. We have very long lifetimes. I am about five hundred and sixty years old. Thing is we live and die with the moonlight. We have to have sex naked in the light of the full moon to stay young. Otherwise, we wither and die. We have sex with regular folks, and they have extended lives. We have exceptional strength in the moonlight. But we sorta lose our minds. That's the

short story. Of course there's more to it than that." I looked at the women and they were all waiting for the punchline. Not one believed me.

"All right, you all have a ton of questions. Do you want to do question and answer, or just let me tell you the whole thing? It's going to take a little while. I do have a time crunch for Terry. If she agrees to go out in the moonlight with me, there is a wonderful chance to destroy the cancer totally. But... There is a small chance of... um...death. I turn into a real monster in the moonlight. And that is no joke." The girls looked at me like I had two heads.

"Once I am in the full moonlight, bad things happen to me. My blood rushes to my skin. I look like the devil himself. I lose my mind. I cannot control myself at all. Imagine me... times ten... in sexual intensity, if you can. That is what happens. Any woman anywhere near me will be sexually assaulted, and I mean extremely violently. I am like a crazed animal at this time, until the moon goes down or the sun comes up. Or maybe I die. The word lunatic was invented for our kind, because... We become just that... Lunatics. I have to be honest with you. In all the time I have taken women in the moonlight... I have not one complaint ever, except they all want to do it again and again. That would be fatal to me. Once you have been with me and I have given you my bloody seed then two things happen. You will be changed back thirty years or so. So if you are sixty, you will look and feel about thirty. If you are under thirty, the lowest you will be is eighteen. It will most likely make you pregnant. If you have had a hysterectomy, you're in for a real shock. The change puts everything back to the way it was. I don't know why it does, or how it does it, but it does. It will take almost a month for everything to fix itself, and you will be miserable. And then one day, you will be changed completely. I mean utterly and completely different from the way you are now. And you are very likely to be with child. My child." I let that sink in.

"If you are assaulted, you will become pregnant for sure. You will change, and change like you cannot remember. And the change will take from ten to thirty years off your body, face and mind. If you are fifty, you might as well be twenty after it's all over. For four or five days, you will be sick, like a very bad flu. Some women say it is like a bad menstrual cycle. The fifth day, you will blossom. The full change takes a whole month. You will look like a million dollars. Terry, the tumor will likely be gone, we hope."

"How long?"

"The next full moon is in three days. How long is your lifespan? Eighty to one hundred years, depending."

"Depending on what?"

"On whether you risk it with me in thirty years, or not. Each time in the moonlight with the change you can gain twenty-five to thirty years. But you will be pregnant again, and there is still the chance for death. I do become a horrible monster and basically a big dick rapist and murderer during the moonlight."

"What happens if we all are there to get raped? Would that lessen the danger?" Asked Gail, who looked all too eager to take the chance.

"I don't know for sure. I think maybe? I have had twenty-five women in one night. That was a very bad one. There were a few broken bones. Thank God no one perished." I said more for me than them. "Perhaps having ten girls would be a help. The thing is, I have little or no control when I'm in the moonlight. I'm very, very dangerous at that time. I can't speak very well. But maybe fucking a dozen women ...

will take the edge off my very violent disposition. But for her sake, Terry must get the first and biggest load of bloody come to initiate the change in me and her. I will do anything I possibly can to save her life. I just pray that I won't be too violent." Maybe having the other women in my moonlight would be a bit of a calming influence. I just did not know!

"What do you call your own kind?" Asked Gail.

"Leanaí na Gealaí," I said.

"Is that old Irish Gealic? What does that mean?"

"Children of the Moon" I said.

"Ok, I'll bite. What does the moon have to do with it?" Gail asked.

"You know that women's menstrual cycle is lunar right? That it's a twenty-eight day cycle, tied to the moon. Well... Our kind is sort of similar, except that lunar light ... It drives us crazy. We become feral. We are in heat, both male and female. Unfortunately, we as males will mate with just about any female of age. That includes any regular women. If a woman refuses our primitive advances, we basically rape her. We are like wild animals. This is really bad, because we are so out of control, and super sexed up and horny! The poor women don't stand a chance." Gail smiled at me.

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" She had that fuck-me-twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, if clouds block the moonlight, then we can revert back to somewhat normal. Still crazy charged up. If you look at me in the moonlight, our skin gets almost blood red like a rash. My eyes will be blood red. In the past we were called devils." Brenda looked at me. "Devils of the moonlight."

"I would like to see that. You naked and feral, fuckin me to death, oh yeah!" Brenda was so naughty. She thought it was a joke.

"The moonlight affects our women the same as the guys. They get feral, maybe not as crazy as me, but all sexed up, just the same."

"Do the girls fuck every dick in her sight?"

"Well... Yes, for the most part. Unless they have a mate, in which case, she will fuck him four or five times, but he will continue to fuck until the moonlight goes down or he dies."

"The other issue is um, pregnancy. There's about a ninety-seven percent chance of pregnancy if a woman mates with one of us. This even applies to older women who have gone through menopause, because of the cellular changes that take place in 'the change'. Men and women who have sex with a moonlighter look and act twenty-five to thirty years younger. This places most women back into the childbearing years, and they wind up very, very pregnant."

"Will I be barefoot too?" Brenda was taking this very lightly.

"I kinda see you in FMP's" I joked.

I continued, "Also very surprising, there has never been a rape reported to the authorities in over five hundred years. Even when the guys are caught dead to rights. Almost all of the women want to do it again, even if they were hurt or injured in the attack. We must be doing something right!" My eyes twinkled. "I am a full fledged born Moonlighter. If you go through this, and have sex with my alternate self, you will be called a Lamplighter. We used to have red lamps outside houses with Lamplighters waiting for a Moonlighter."

"Like a hooker? In the red-light district?"

"We were doing the lamp thing for a thousand years before some skank thought it was a great marketing thing for whores. It goes all the way back to ancient China and Greece. That's why you are called Lamplighters. You have to know about the danger." I was trying to be honest with them. They thought I was joking about it.

"Crazed monkey sex, years off your age, probably fantastic orgasms. Why would we report it?" Brenda asked.

"One moonlighter, a prime male, reportedly had sex with, and impregnated twenty-nine women, all the women found him to be a total animal in bed, all the women wanted to be with him again. All 100%." I did not want to tell them it was me.

"Yeah, he must have been really good!"

"Something you should know. When this type of behavior takes place during or close to the spring and fall equinoxes, at the time of the full moon. Sometimes other things happen. The most important one being the date when both equinox and full moon fall on the same day, especially in the fall. That day is when the change is the most striking and the sex is supposed to be the best. Also we are the most violent as well."

"So when the full moon and the equinox coincide, that is prime time for the change?"

"Yes. That day you might lose fifty years of apparent age. If you were seventy, you could look and feel like you were twenty!"

"Incredible!"

"That was the best and most extreme day for male moonlighters, because it gives the males almost unlimited strength and a Herculean sex drive for one night. The women are equally driven by massive orgasms and sex drives. Twins and triplets occur on this night. A fair number of injuries happen as well. There had been several fatalities over the course of the last hundred years or so. These were attributed to sex crazed couples having wild sex in all kinds of dangerous situations and getting killed as result."

"But that full moon and equinox is coming up. They will be on the same night."

"Yes. It is. The most rewarding time, and the most dangerous too!" I explained.

"This whole thing sounds like a movie. So crazy. Do you really think I will be cured? I don't want to waste anymore time. I'm going to die, I've resigned myself to that fact. You come along with this fancy, literally lunatic, insane story about long lived sorta humans, and moonlight and rough sex, I kinda like that part. How do I know that you are telling me the truth? You are not sure if this plan is going to work or not, are you? And if I go through with the plan, I wind up pregnant with cancer if it doesn't succeed. Have I about summed it up?" Terry was going to have to see for herself.

"Yes. This suite has a really wonderful library you know. Lots of old books. They even have an old fashioned Encyclopedia. Why don't you look at the photo in the world war I section, page 392. It's something that you have to see to believe."

She didn't seem to rushed to check out the photo in the encyclopedia. But when she saw it, she gasped. Her eyes were wide open and she was shaking.

"It can't be true! No fucking way! It's not possible. Your... arm is gone in the photo. It's some kind of trick." The book in her hands was old, very old. There was a little picture of yours truly, missing one arm in the medical tent.

"Have a look at my forearm and see for yourself." I took the shirt off. The women always gasped at my muscles. Then they saw the scar on my left forearm. It was amazing.

Needless to say the scar went all around my arm, and the look of it said that my arm had somehow managed to grow back.

That and the date of the photo July, 1918 at the battle of Marne. "My arm was shot off. It grew back over the next five years. In fact, in ten years, you could not discern which arm had been destroyed. During the time after the war, I had been a fisherman in Canada, and then moved to Texas. I lived in the lone star state for thirty years, except that I fought in world war II as an American now. I had started several petrochemical businesses and a couple of engineering concerns, so by the fifties, I was very, very wealthy. I even started an airline, but I sold that for a great price. I had to change my look and appearance about every thirty years. I would fake my own death, and give my money to my new self! I was always told I looked just like my father!" I laughed. I had so many names.

"Would you please fuck me now. I might not make it. PLEASE!" Terry was shaking like a leaf. I took her to the bedroom, and Jessica came in as well.

"Jess, I owe you an apology and I..." She wept. "I love you so much, I was just an asshole, a very stupid girl. Will you... forgive me? I miss you terribly." Terry was apologizing to Jessica.

"Of course I forgive you. This man has held us together in his heart, and I think he was instrumental in my understanding of your life situation. I love you and him so much..." Jess held us both.

I held my arms wide. "I need you to know, my ex wife will be armed to shoot me, if I get out of control. I have asked for her to do it. It's to protect all of you." I looked at both women. I would soon be in each one, making love like it was the last time. They loved each other as well. The day after tomorrow was the big night. Time would tell if this crazy assed plan would work. I knew it would, but I had some doubts, which I kept to myself. Jess and I sucked out Terry's excess milk, and she and I made sure Terry knew that she was loved. In fact, after I fucked Terry so hard she passed out, then I licked and sucked Jess until she begged for my cock. I then fucked her like I had her lover, until she too passed out from climaxing so hard. I left them in each other's arms.

Audrey and Teresa came in the room and started kissing me. They took turns sucking my meat until I was hard again and then Teresa laid back and begged me to fuck her. Audrey was over her mouth with her dripping pussy. Teresa got her off as we both came. Teresa laid down with the other two sleeping women.

Terry's mom looked so much like her daughter. She had confessed that she loved me. She came screaming my name. Then I fucked the au pair. As usual, she wanted me in her behind. She loved anal sex, the rougher the better. I told her tomorrow I was going to fuck her pussy. She was scared. But she didn't leave. She had my cock in her rectum and she was squeezing me like crazy. I came so hard. She was done. She laid next to Teresa and she was smiling as she fell asleep.

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The day before the full moon, I made love to each of the women individually. Taking as much time as I thought necessary and hoping that after the change, I would be still theirs and vice versa. No complaints from any of the women except my ex-wife, who still maintains that we are married. I fucked her like a grudge fuck. And the bitch loved it, coming again and again. The dirty cheating bitch came ten times easy.

She just conveniently forgets about the fifteen changes she was through without any contact with her "husband," me of course. Was it with fifteen different male moonlighters, or just one of them fifteen times? I already knew the answer to that question. She was quite unrepentant about the obvious cheating issues. Did she think I would just forget? I had caught up with her finally in the thirties, and she was then fucking a gangster. Why did she think I would forget? The thought occurred to me that she was cheating on the Frenchman with the gangster. Then he took her back. Why did she imagine that I would just take her back? Why did she never ever acknowledge that I had, in fact, saved her life, almost at the expense of my own?

It was as if she tried to rewrite history to remove her cheating stigma. I don't know why she bothered. All the moonlighters that knew both of us knew exactly what had happened. There were a few from France that lived through the revolution, and all of them corroborated my story. Every moonlighter that knew her, knew what a fucking slut wife she was. I did not understand my slut wife's motives. I could sense something else about her. But I didn't know what it was. I fucked her twice more than she needed and she passed out

Would she stay past the spring full moon? And the most important question of all. Did she really love me, or is it just a big fucking game to her? I knew her for all these years and I was at a loss to understand the bitch. So many unanswered questions.

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I fucked all the rest of the women in a big orgy. I went through the whole bunch of gorgeous women, and then back individually and made love this time. Each woman I gave my love and respect to, and left the door open should she chicken out. None did. I hope they all understood the danger.

I had already been drinking lots of water. The past few days had been tons of raw meat and fish. Tons of raw eggs. Raw liver and kidneys. I heard something about the new Paleolithic diet. My diet for centuries. I should have written a damn book!

The changes in our bodies are very extreme, and require a lot of proteins. I prayed I would not hurt anyone. I ate a raw steak for breakfast and followed by five raw eggs in a cup. I ate the shells as well. I know, crazy. I would need every single bit of protein.

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I made love to all the women. I told them what would happen to me and I would understand if any wanted to leave. None of the women would go. They all wanted to be there for me. I think they secretly wanted to be owned by me. Or maybe I was owned by them? Hmmm. I was learning to speak Spanish to the three new girls.

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The closer to the full moon, the more my senses kicked in... And I was sensing danger of the highest order.

As a moonlighter, I feared no man, but another moonlighter?

That was trouble, especially if he was challenging me for my wife, or my mistresses. It was a lot like nature, a fight that could lead to death, though most fights were settled at the cut and bruise stage.

I knew it was going to be a bad fight. I took some precautions. We have some Lamplighter doctors and nurses, and I am rich, so I got a bunch of medical people who were willing to be there for the fight and fuck of the moonlight.

I think several of the women doctors want to fuck me and get the change too. Well, if there is time. I am not ungrateful. I hope my women will not be too pissed off. As if I had any choice when I was naked in the moonlight.

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I could smell him. Fuckin' French bastard. He was at least ten miles away and yet... I could actually smell the son of a bitch. Wait, my memory from the scent...

I even knew who it was. It was her French lover. I never knew the bastard's name. She was quite happy with him for two centuries, and had given him at least 17 children. She had given me thirty-one beautiful children, twenty-six still alive and well.

I do miss my kids, all grown now. They see me once in a blue moon, ha ha. Only two of my children are actually full blood moonlighters.