The Rift Walker Ch. 03: Night Fever

"Thank you for accepting our request for the Enclave," the man, Beorn said, "we are grateful." The village elders had gathered with some curious villagers who congregated in the longhouse. Ariana and Xiomara stood before Beorn, the town yeoman, and his wife, Amalia.

"The Enclave loves to help when it can," Xiomara said, "what seems to be the problem?"

Beorn and Amalia looked at each other.

"Everyone, we'd prefer to have this meeting in private with the representatives from the Enclave. If you'd go about your business, Amalia and I would appreciate it," Beorn said. Some grumbles emitted from the crowd, but they dispersed. Within a few minutes, the heavy oaken doors boomed close in the wooden hall.

"Sorceress, Rift Walker, we are beset by a creature of the night, who, I've been told, is called a night stalker. Something not of this world."

"We are familiar with this creature," Xiomara said. "How long has it plagued your village?"

"On and off for a month, and it's taken many young women, I believe four now, and turned them into wretched creatures."

"Where are they now?"

"One is cared for by her family, but the others are missing."

"Can we see her? When was the last attack?" Ariana said. Amalia looked at her. Beorn shifted on his throne with his face resting on a fist. It was clear he was uncomfortable talking about this.

"A week ago, and there's been one almost every weekend. We try to prepare defenses against it, but this is a conniving monster that eludes our every preparation."

"Where is the victim?" Xiomara asked.

"I will lead you there, but I warn you. It will be lecherous and horrifying."

***

Screams resounded throughout the cabin when they entered. The setting sun shone through the thick glass windows and cast an orange light throughout the house. In the back, a bedroom void of light beckoned them. Figures moved in the room, attending to a person on the bed who arced their back in either pleasure, pain, or both. Ariana wasn't sure.

"I will wait outside. I can't stand to watch," Amalia said, and closed the front door. Ariana and Xiomara made their way to the open door of the black bedroom.

"I want your juices, master! Please, give them to me," a young woman screamed and let out a cry that could be nothing other than orgasm. A nurse in the room turned the switch of a lantern and cast a dim light in the room, similar to that of the sunset.

"Welcome, please excuse her. She is not in her right mind," one nurse said. Another attempted to pat a damp cloth on the young woman's sweat beaded forehead, but was having little success as the woman writhed in her cloth restraints, tied to the bedposts.

"We are at wit's end. We don't know how to help her," the woman said. She bowed her head and folded her hands in front of her.

"Looks like she's having a good time to me," Xiomara said with a raised eyebrow. The victim convulsed on the bed and stuck her tongue out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she shook with orgasmic spasms.

"The monster has taken her mind," the nurse said. Xiomara came around the bed, observing the patient. Ariana kept her distance and watched.

"We will leave you with her," the nurse said. Both left the room and closed the door.

"It's the classic symptoms of night fever inflicted by the night stalker," Ariana said.

"Fuck me, master, fill my throat with your succulent cum. I need it. I want it. It is everything I live for. Send me into the world of twilight, please." Xiomara reached out her hand and opened the victim's eyelid to examine it. The woman began licking the air, presumably blowing a hallucinated cock.

"So it seems," Xiomara said. The woman lay on bedsheets drenched with sweat and other fluids.

"So rift walker, what is the cure for night fever?" Xiomara asked with a disheartened look on her face. Ariana knew Xiomara knew the answer.

"A moon saxifrage coated in the blood of a night stalker, burned and incensed near the victim," Ariana recited from memory. She remembered making the mistake of studying night stalkers at night and under the sheets of her dorm back at the guild. Ever since, she'd been afraid of that page of her bestiary, as if the illustration would come to life there where she slept.

"We have about an hour left. Best to go find a cave and a moon saxifrage. This creature could strike again tonight."

"Fuck me, master! Spread my pussy lips and empty your ecstasy into it. Fill me up, please!" The woman shrieked. Xiomara and Ariana left the room and shut the door as the bed slammed against the wall in thumps. The nurses waited outside.

"Some laudanum should calm her for the night," Xiomara told them and produced the tincture from her satchel.

Outside, they approached Amalia, who watched the sunset with her arms crossed.

"So?" Amalia said.

"We need to find a moon saxifrage. Do you know of any that grow nearby?"

"There are some higher in the foothills. There is a cave system where many mushrooms and fungi grow we use. We think that's where the night stalker has taken up residence."

"That is a perfect environment for this type of creature," Ariana said and gazed towards the snow-capped peaks flanking the village.

"Once we have that and a dead night stalker, we can cure her and any other of the missing girls we find," Xiomara said. Amalia exhaled.

"And how will you kill it?"

"A night stalker is just as mortal as you and me, so," Xiomara paused, "pure murder, of course."

Ariana rolled her eyes, and Xiomara chuckled. Ariana sometimes found the nonchalant attitude of sorceresses irritating, but also alluring in how much confidence they carried themselves with.

"We're losing light, come on," she said and started off towards the forest and the foreboding mountains.

***

Within the hour, they'd reached the caverns. The sun disappeared behind the peaks of the mountainous terrain, but the glow of it burned across the horizon. Ariana lit torches for both Xiomara and herself. Xiomara produced her own flame in her palm. They explored the caverns with an attention to detail in search of the moon saxifrage.

"I've never faced a night stalker before," Xiomara admitted an hour into searching.

"Do you know what to do?"

Surprised at the question, Ariana found a rock to rest on and pulled the chain that kept her bestiary at her side. Exploring in a cave in the middle of the night and having to confront the night stalker page of her bestiary was even worse than under the sheets in the dormitory, but she was a rift walker now. It was time to face the monsters rather than read about them.

In a swirling void of violet darkness, was the illustration of the night stalker. It's bright eyes like two full moons in a skull decorated with a mass of tentacles that coiled where the mouth should be. The parchment bled in the rich colors of the night stalker: a purple humanoid nightmare that followed you into your darkest dreams.

Ariana read her notes in the bestiary, taken word for word by her lecturer at the time:

"You cannot look into its lifeless eyes, for you will be paralyzed and driven insane by night fever. You will hear it in your head, and it will approach you with its tentacled claws. Once it has gotten ahold of you, all is lost. You will become its slave for eternity. Your mind will turn to sludge and you will obey its every command. However," Ariana paused and licked the inside of her mouth.

"Night stalkers cannot see well. They smell you. The monsters also have a sixth sense of both fear and sexual arousal. I'll say it again. They can smell both your fear, and...well, I don't have to say it, do I?" Ariana had written her teacher's notes verbatim because this was the creature she feared the most. Ariana closed the bestiary with a whiff of dust. The torch crackled. She could see Xiomara thinking on a rock opposite her.

"Ah, look at that," Xiomara said. Ariana turned and pushed her torch toward Xiomara's gaze. There, growing from a crack in the cavern where water leaked through, the flower of the moon saxifrage.

***

The villagers found accommodations for the duo. Ariana closed the door of their cabin in the village and unslung the satchel she kept the bundle of saxifrage in. Xiomara stretched near the bed and dropped her satchel as well. The moon shone through the windows and lit the cabin in a turquoise light.

"So does your bestiary have any tips on how to bait a night stalker?"

"It does," Ariana whispered, and reached for the ties of her leather tunic.

"I suppose I should have guessed," Xiomara replied.

Ariana untied the strings of her tunic and let it fall. She then fingered the strings of her white undershirt and let it loose to reveal her cleavage. Xiomara raised an eyebrow and let a wry smile paint her face.

"You know I don't want to, but I really like you," Xiomara said and reached back to untie her own romper. Ariana couldn't help but sigh in pleasure at the sight of Xiomara's massive natural breasts coming undone from the clothing. Her pussy twitched in delight, but also the fear that their fucking would attract a creature of the void.

"Come here, you," Xiomara said. Ariana approached her and let the sorceress pull off her undershirt. Topless, they kissed. Both opened their lips to let their tongues play like tentacles. Ariana's olive breasts smashed against Xiomara's as she ran the tips of her fingers against Xiomara's bare skinned back.

The two edged towards the bed as they kissed. Ariana pushed Xiomara on the mattress and enjoyed the spectacle that was the jiggle of her tits and body as she fell against the blankets. She loved the grin on Xiomara's face that complimented her naked body.

Ariana climbed on top of her and slid her fingers up the inside of Xiomara's perfect thighs. When she reached her pussy, Xiomara was already slick.

"This is the best feeling in the world," Ariana said, fondling Xiomara's pussy lips with her fingers. She could see the moon glimmering off the clear liquid coating Xiomara's pussy.

"I agree," Xiomara said and kissed Ariana. They fell into each other as Ariana's fingers worked magic, like that of a trained duelist. Xiomara moaned and yelped as Ariana's fingers sprinkled her clit.

"Fuck me, I'm going to cum," Xiomara moaned as her back arched and she leaned up, her massive tits spilling off to the sides as her breath came in hot, heaving gasps.

"Oh, my god!" she screamed and her body trembled in delight. Ariana let her spasm for a moment and then split those thick thighs apart. She readjusted herself on the bed and held Xiomara's meaty thighs apart, clutching them. Xiomara's pussy was in full view, inches from Ariana's face.

"We need more," Ariana whispered against the tender labia of Xiomara's pussy.

"Oh god," Xiomara gasped.

Ariana let her tongue color Xiomara's pussy with a creative passion. She explored every inch, every perfect inlet. Ariana moaned in pleasure at the taste: pineapples and rum with wind on the beach. She then advanced to Xiomara's clit and gently lapped it. Xiomara's body vibrated in response. Her exuberant moans were music to Ariana's ears, but she had to focus. She had to make her scream in pleasure and cum in quarts for the night stalker to notice. The thought crossed Ariana's mind that the entire village was listening, but they were also paying, so Ariana didn't give a shit.

Xiomara screamed. The cum melted from her pussy onto Ariana's tongue and lips. She let it spill from Xiomara and onto the bedsheets. Ariana leaned up. The wafts of cum and sex filled the room. She got out of bed.

"No, please come back," Xiomara said, fingering herself.

Ariana opened the windows.

"We need to get ready," Ariana said. Xiomara groaned and kept fingering herself. Ariana could tell Xiomara's eyes were on her ass and body as she moved through the room.

"Put your clothes on," Ariana said and threw Xiomara's heap of clothes onto her chest. She groaned again.

"You're no fun."

"Neither is this night stalker," Ariana said. Ariana dressed when a shrill shriek rang out in the night and invaded the space of the cabin's open windows. She froze and looked at Xiomara, who returned her gaze with horror.

"It's here."

***

Wind whistled through the branches of the forest outside. The doorknob of their cabin wobbled. Ariana closed her eyes and kept her hand tight on the hilt of her sword, listening with fear in her belly. She leaned against the wall of the bathroom. Xiomara was in the closet on the opposite side of the cabin. Remember, it can't see well, but its smell and hearing are extraordinary, Ariana reminded herself. She opened her eyes when the door creaked open.

Footsteps clomped on the wooden floor. Already, she could hear the tentacles of the night stalker's mouth squelching in hunger. The creature sniffed around the one bedroom cabin. Ariana heard the sheets and blankets on the bed pulled off by the creature's tentacle claws. The sound of its sniffing was wet and disgusting as it canvased the sheets. Ariana knew it had picked up the scent of Xiomara's cum.

"Alright, you motherfucker!" Xiomara's voice pierced the atmosphere. The dull, eerie moonlit cabin became the sun.

"Xio, NO!" Ariana screamed and leapt through the bathroom doorway while drawing her sword. Xiomara stood on the opposite side of the cabin with a supernova in the palm of her hand. The heat and energy of the spell blew back her black, beautiful, curly hair. Turning in response, the night stalker's membrane skin reflected the light of the fireball. Tentacles writhed in curiosity at this new threat.

"Die," Xiomara said. The fireball blasted from her hand and hurled toward the night stalker. Time stood still. The night creature rose to its full height, muscles rippling as it flexed and reached out to catch the fireball. Hand tentacles writhed in the air as the fireball approached. The fireball stopped before scorching the ends of the night stalker's outstretched appendages.

A nightmarish howl pierced Ariana's ears and brought her to her knees. She clutched her ears and watched as the night stalker sent the fireball through the roof with some unknown force. The roof exploded, and the fireball erupted in the sky like a magnificent firework.

Xiomara, frozen in shock, quivered where she stood, about to collapse. The night stalker bore his eyes into her. Ariana watched Xiomara's hazel eyes turn blue.

Ariana bolted forward, sword in hand, and vaulted over the bed to behead the night stalker. An invisible force froze her solid above the bed. She tried to move, but couldn't. She couldn't utter a whimper.

The night stalker approached Xiomara, who shivered in fear. Its mouth tentacles extended and writhed around her face, licking her. Slime coated her forehead and cheeks as she clutched herself. Her eyes locked with Ariana. There was nothing they could do.

One of the night stalker's tentacles penetrated Xiomara's full lips and entered. She devoured it eagerly. Her full moon eyes lost their grip on reality. The night stalker raised its arms and the tentacle appendages and ripped her romper down from her shoulders. Again, her tits bounced out, exposed, but she stood frozen, hypnotized, awaiting her master's command.

"You will wait," a voice from the depths said in Ariana's mind, "and you will watch." Ariana blinked tears out of her eyes.

The night stalker's tentacles further penetrated Xiomara's lips. Her mouth became full of them as they writhed and slithered in. Her eyelids closed and Ariana could see the spell take her. When she reopened her eyes, there was nothing but desire. She sucked with a desirous hunger on the tentacles twisting between her lips.

A tentacled hand of the night stalker coiled itself around one of her massive tits. It squeezed and massaged it with a devious desire. Its total control over her was complete. The tentacles of its other arm tore the rest of her outfit off. Xiomara stood naked in the cabin: beautiful, plump curves and all.

The tentacle fingers frolicked with Xiomara's wet, glistening pussy. A tentacle hovered just outside her lips and pushed in. Like a snake slithering across a pillow, it entered her. Xiomara's chin lifted ever so slightly and her lips parted with an audible, quiet gasp as if she was still asleep and having an erotic nightmare.

Ariana couldn't move, frozen in the ice of the invisible force above the bed. She flexed her muscles and tried to move. Her sword leapt from her hand and buried itself in the wooden wall of the cabin. The night stalker's psychic power flipped and slammed her down on the bed so hard she rebounded into the air. When she landed back on the bed, unseen restraints kept her there. Goosebumps rose from her skin as a submissive tingle crept across her skin. She couldn't move, but had a clear view of the night stalker fondling and fucking Xiomara.

Xiomara gasped in spasms as the night stalker tentacles took her. It fingered her with deep, long, flailing tentacles. It squeezed both tits with its appendage and invaded her mouth with its swarm of mouth tentacles. Her eyes were wide with orgasmic ecstasy from another realm. All the tentacles from the stalker moved in rhythm with each other. A nightmare orchestra of orgasmic pleasure.

Soon, Xiomara's orgasmic screams became more and more vocal. The volume rose with each mind bending orgasm she had. Ariana could tell the creature was fracturing her brain, but couldn't do anything to stop it. In one last scream, Xiomara's cacophonic screech broke the fabric of reality. Ariana could see double as the night stalker's mouth tentacles slipped from Xiomara's mouth and the creature turned to her. Xiomara closed her eyes and slumped her head. Ariana could see white, viscous cum bubbling and dripping from her lips.

"And now you will see how foolish you've been, rift walker," the night stalker whispered in Ariana's mind. Xiomara's zombie body lurched forward. Cum leaked down her thick thighs as she stepped towards the bed. It also spilled from her mouth and onto her tits. There was nothing behind her eyes.

Ariana couldn't move. The sorceress climbed on top of her on the bed and took Ariana's wrists and pinned them to the mattress. Cum dripped from Xiomara's mouth onto Ariana's face. The rift walker couldn't help but taste it. Blackberries.

Xiomara leaned down. Her hard nipples pressed against Ariana's fat tits. Her lips shined with cum. The sorceress kissed her deep and Ariana kissed back. Her pussy tingled. Some demented fantasy awoke inside of her. They'd had so much sex already, but this was something else. Something not of this world, of this dimension.

Their tongues intertwined as their master watched. The night stalker's tentacles flailed in pleasure, watching them make out and writhe their bodies together, slick with the monster's cum. Xiomara broke their kiss and smiled, her eyes wide open and bright blue like the harvest moon.

"You will submit, rift walker, like your companion," echoed the night stalker's voice in her head. Tentacles lashed out and wrapped around Ariana's thighs. She squealed, but could do nothing. The psychic force still held her. The night stalker approached and climbed onto the bed. Ariana couldn't tell which tentacle came from where.

Xiomara screeched and threw her head back. Ariana knew. The night stalker had penetrated her. Her face became a daze of pleasure. Her mouth slack, she blinked languidly. Tentacles crawled up her body and squeezed Xiomara's tits in Ariana's face.She wanted them. She wanted them with a ferocious desire. Ariana wanted the night stalker to take them both into another world, another dimension of debauchery and orgasmic delights.

The night stalker thrusted inside Xiomara and pushed itself forward over her shoulder, shoving her upper body down into the blankets. Its terrible violet eyes stared right into Ariana's as she stared back in fear.