Things That Go Bump in the Night

"It was beautiful." Alaric seemed on the verge of tears. Meg wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in close. His breathing was still deep, but ragged and unsteady in his breast as he struggled to fully keep himself together. Meg just stroked his hair and held him for a while and Alaric just began to weep. She realised that she must have been some of the first intimate contact he had had in over a decade, that she had been the first person to whom he had expressed that whole story to. She was grateful that she was able to help. The gods were often fickle and ludicrous, but occasionally their depraved sense of humour had a fragment of light within.

Megara shivered, the damp in her hair making her feel colder than she had been before. Alaric inhaled deeply and shook himself. His stoic countenance returned and with the stroke of his arm his eyes were dried. There remained, however,a softness that had not been there previously. He pulled the sheet off of his body and wrapped it delicately around Meg's hair. She sneezed delicately and Alaric smiled.

"Thank you," the woodcutter said. "I hadn't realised how much I needed that. Thank you."

Meg smiled, distracted slightly by Alaric's now bare, hairy chest. She blushed a little and mumbled a dismissive remark. They stayed beside each other, once more in silence, though this time it was substantially more comfortable, more calm. Outside the storm showed no sign of easing up any time soon, but the barn was warm, cosy and welcoming now. Meg felt Alaric tense up slightly. She looked down and saw that his skin was riddled with bumps of gooseflesh. The man was so in his own head, he refused to even let himself shiver.

"Come here you big dummy," the centaur chastised playfully.SHe dropped the sheet from around her chest and exposed her feminine humanoid torso to Alaric directly. He averted his eyes and with a suck of her teeth, Meg rolled hers. "Come on, skin to skin contact is the best way to share warmth. Surely you know that."

Begrudgingly, he shifted closer and pressed his hair covered barrel chest against her. Meg wriggled slightly. How in the name of the Gods had this man been shivering? He was an absolute furnace of a man, she could feel the heat radiating off of him. She snuggled in closer, eager to ease the chill from her bones. Alaric's head slipped between her breasts and he started tapping on her arm urgently for a release. Meg left him there for perhaps a second longer than necessary before muttering a simple "whoops" and released him. "You were just so warm."

"No, no, it's fine," Alaric stammered, blushing slightly over the bush of his beard. "It's just been some time since I last saw a woman naked, never mind touched one. I was just taken by surprise is all."

He shifted awkwardly, but not before Meg caught a glimpse of the bulge under the sheet around his legs. She smiled devilishly to herself. That had been more like the reaction she had hoped to elicit from him. Deep down most men were simple creatures. If he hadn't touched a woman in years, she was going to see to it that he more than made up for lost time with her. With a disarming girlish giggle, Meg turned Alaric's head to face her. Her eyes were soft, gentle, her lips slightly puckered and freshly moistened as she tilted her face down to look him in the eye.

"Silly boy, lonely boy," she crooned at him. Her voice was sweet as honey, bardic magic infusing the words in a liqueur of tranquillity. She slowly blinked at him, the soft butterfly wing flap of her eyelid full of intent. An ascetic with the patience of a saint would have struggled to control himself confronted with such a vision. She met his gaze and held it for a few moments. Slowly, very slowly, she blinked her beautiful brown eyes at him again, keeping her breathing measured and deep, filling the air with the sound of her. Alaric opened his mouth to speak, but Meg pressed her lips to his before he could begin.

At first, Alaric went rigid, almost putting up a resistance to the charming centaur. But then his shoulders went slack and he wrapped his strong arms around her, his tongue investigating her mouth eagerly. Meg moaned as she let herself be pulled ever closer, the taste of the woodcutters tongue in her mouth was delightful. He was rough, and very much out of practice, but there was genuine desire in his movements. He was almost like an animal, his tongue invading her mouth as she held onto him, relishing his savagery and passion.

Then he broke away. He took a few steps backwards, covering his face. "I'm...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I...I have to go, I'm sorry."

Meg moved forward less gracefully than she would have liked. She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you stop right there. In case you forgot, I'm the one that kissed you, remember?"

Alaric shrugged, the muscles in his shoulder tense and solid as boulders. "I shouldn't have kissed you back. That wasn't right, that was...that..." He turned away ashamed. Meg put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him in close to her.

"You have waited and punished yourself for long enough Alaric. I didn't know your wife, but I don't think this is what she would want for you, for you to be lonely and miserable. You've been so alone, more alone than anyone deserves to be. And you've been so strong. So please, allow me to give you some small comfort tonight. Please?"

She ran her hands over his hair, gently stroking as she felt his body shudder against her. Unbidden salty tears crashed against her bare skin and Meg just kept stroking his hair, whispering words of kindness to him. She couldn't imagine being so alone for so long, she would have gone completely insane in half the time she was certain. She just held him and let him cry. His arms wrapped around her and squeezed her tightly as he sobbed against her chest.

Time seemed to lose all meaning, it could have been a minute or an hour, the two of them just held each other. Gradually, Alaric began to calm down and his breathing began to stabilise again. He backed up a little and smiled at Meg, his eyes still puffy and raw. He wiped his cheek and nose roughly and chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry Meg, it's just a bit much, you know? It's been so long and I've grown so used to being on my own."

Meg just stroked his cheek, sweeping away an errant tear track. "You don't have to apologise for anything, you're completely alright."

Alaric just nodded and blew his nose into a rag. He chuckled slightly as he wiped his face. He looked Meg in the eye and offered a sheepish smile. Meg couldn't help but blush a little bit, the change from being a stoic, masculine bastion of a man to this vulnerable, gentle giant was not something Meg had been prepared for. He was actually pretty cute like this. There was a softness in his face that hadn't been there before and there were laugh lines and subtle wrinkles around his eyes and mouth that Meg hadn't noticed before. In the lamplight, she noticed there were shreds of ruby and straw in his brown beard. A comfortable silence descended over the pair as they began to relax a little.

"Meg," Alarick started, a small stammer in his voice. "Can I kiss you?"

Meg just laughed. "Of course you can, come here." Alaric pulled her in and kissed her deeply. There was warmth and passion in his kiss and unpracticed eagerness as his tongue danced with Meg's between their lips. Alaric squeezed her slightly and Meg couldn't help but moan into him. He was strong, but gentle, and Meg could feel herself just melting into his arms.

Meg pulled away slightly and smiled at Alaric. He smiled back, comfortable and happy. She had him exactly how she wanted him. Comfortable and at ease, yet still willing and passionate. "Alaric" she said barely above a whisper. "You're not bad for a man who's a decade out of practice." The woodcutter just nodded awkwardly, a gentle blush touching his cheeks as he looked away slightly. Meg slicked her lips slowly and exaggeratedly. "I think I have an idea, if you want this to go a little further."

Alaric's face turned a bright red and his heart began to race. He couldn't quite convince his tongue to speak, so after a moment of trying he simply nodded his consent to the pretty horse girl.

Meg moved directly in front of him and began untying the sheet around his waist. Alaric averted his gaze initially, but couldn't help but look down at the pretty young girl unfastening his sheet. Her deft fingers moved with a practised precision, swiftly removing the knot that held the sheet together. With a flourish it fell apart and dropped to the floor around his ankles.

Meg was not disappointed with what she was presented with. Standing to attention Alaric's cock was spectacular. It was rigid and veiny, and for a human impressively thick. She could still wrap her hand around it, but only her fingertips could touch. His length was more than acceptable, obscured only partially by the dense bird's nest of wiry brown hair at this base. There was a line about three inches up the shaft that shifted the pigmentation of his skin, darker towards his groin and lighter towards the tip. The glistening, globular head throbbed eagerly in the lamplight.

Meg folded her equine legs under herself and gently lowered herself to the floor. She smiled at Alaric and licked her lips. She ran her fingers gently along his cock from base to tip, lovin the sensation of it jumping against her finger tips. Alaric began breathing heavily as she tickled along the length of his shaft. Her delicate fingers traced each prominent vein, her touch as delicate as the caress of a butterfly wing. A subtle groan escaped Alaric's lips and Meg just grinned.

Meg wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly, aggravatingly slowly, pulled down exposing the glittering crimson cap of his cock in its entirety. Alaric shuddered gently under her touch and gasped. "My my my Alaric, have not been taking care of your little friend here?"

Alaric just grunted as she stroked up and down, the steady pulse of her hand and the gentle breeze of her breath on the ever sensitive tip driving him wild. "Sometimes, when I get the chance" he managed to pant out.

Meg tutted teasingly at him. "Oh dear, oh dear. We're going to need to make sure this is as enjoyable as possible then. You've earned it." Alaric couldn't tell whether she was speaking to him or to his dick, but he didn't much mind either way. Leaning in, she ran her tongue along the length of his penis, from his heavy, sperm laden balls all the way up the underside of his dick to the head. She kept almost perfect eye contact the entire time, enjoying the way Alaric's face contorted with each sensation.

She flicked her tongue up on the final stretch and placing her generous lips on the shaft of his dick began to kiss her way back down to his balls. His balls were heavy and hairy, but Meg didn't mind. She opened her mouth wide and rested them on her flat tongue. They felt heavy and warm, the fur coat that covered the scrotum doing nothing to disguise their slightly bitter saltiness. She rolled those spectacular life granting orbs over her tongue, juggling them with her lips. She inhaled deeply through her nose, the stiff meat of his phallus draped carelessly over her face. His musk was irresistible, the intoxicating stink of sweat, pheromones and flesh, the smell of a man eager to breed, exactly what she wanted.

With an audible inhale, she engulfed his testicles in her mouth. He shuddered and moaned, his hand rushing to the top of her head. He evidently didn't know for sure whether he liked this or not, and now he was entirely at her mercy. Meg mused to herself that this seemed to always be the case with her partners. It didn't matter how big, how strong, how butch the men seemed to be, once she had their balls in her jaws, they were suddenly far less sure of themselves. Much less headstrong, and far more amiable. She allowed herself a little self satisfied smirk before she started to suck. She pulled down, feeling the subtle stretch of the scrotum between her lips. With the tip of her tongue she rolled his balls around in her mouth before releasing them with a short, satisfying pop. Alaric nearly toppled backwards as his saturated testicles felt the cool rush of air again.

Megara allowed him a few seconds to recover before diving back in. She swirled her tongue hungrily around his sack, playfully teasing them individually with the tip of her tongue, massaging them gently with her lips. With a moan, she opened her mouth and eagerly welcomed the full mass of his balls once more into her mouth. Her hand reached up and started to stroke his shaft while she gargled his nuts like a Thraben street walker. She retained an element of her previous elegance, even while slurping his bals and pumping his cock. She groaned around his balls, feeling his legs twitch around her head. She began to move her hands faster, rubbing the sensitive underside of the tip of his penis with her thumb.

Alaric moaned and grabbed fistfuls of Meg's hair with one hand while clawing at the box he was sitting on with the other. His lower abdomen began to pulse and spasm. Meg was fairly certain he had never experienced something like this before. Meg, however, had quite a bit of experience in this field. She kept going just a bit longer, building the pressure, but never quite reaching the point of climax.

Alaric was gasping for air, his feet dragging along the ground as his legs reflexively spasmed under her tongue and her touch. She extricated his heavy, aching balls from her mouth and ran her tongue up to the tip of his penis. Alaric let out a guttural, otherworldly roar as her tongue parted the slit in the tip and ventured inside as deep as she could push.

Megara decided it was time to give him the sweet release he so eagerly craved. Meg opened her mouth and gulped down his cock to the hilt, her nose buried in the forest of hair at the root of his dick. She felt the warm, rigid meat of his penis sliding neatly into her throat. She gagged slightly, he was thicker than she had anticipated, but she soon recovered. The taste of sweat and precum on her tongue was exactly the thing she had been needing since she'd arrived on Innistrad.

She drooled over his cock, salivating over every delicious inch of his dick. She pulled back, sucking hungrily on the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the beautiful swollen head. She pushed her head back down, slurping and sucking hungrily on his cock.

Alaric moaned and hissed Meg's name through gritted teeth as she gave him one of the most fervent and passionate blowjobs of her entire career. She sucked and licked and stroked, adoring every slight twitch and tense of his body under her control. She made sure she was letting out eager moans and gulps as he dove in and out of her throat making sure he knew she was loving every second. Pulling up, she started to give short, fast pulses right at the tip of his dick, her hand sliding along his now completely slick and soaking shaft in a syncopated rhythm. She locked eyes with Alaric and moaned with unrivalled hunger.

"Angels on high, Megara! I'm about to....guh!" Meg opened her mouth and flicked her tongue playfully on the supremely sensitive region that tethered his foreskin to his penis while she pumped his cock with reckless abandon. Alaric shuddered, his feet sliding jerkily over the floor as he lost control of his body. His burly hand gripped the sides of the crate he was sitting on so tightly that it started to splinter under his grasp. Meg felt the cock swell and begin to jump on her tongue and she opened her mouth wide and laid her tongue flat.

With a mighty groan and an involuntary thrust into Meg's mouth, Alaric orgasmed, spraying Meg's face with his hot, sticky sperm. The first blast shot clean up her face, almost getting into her hair, and Meg managed to clamp her lips around his penis to catch the rest. Most men in her experience loved to see a woman marked, and the filthy act of swallowing their semen made them very very happy.

Alaric's cock jumped in her mouth a half a dozen times, his initial animalistic groaning now down to a breathless and uncontrolled wheeze. It felt like he'd poured gallons into her mouth. It wasn't often that Meg found a man so potent. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let his bitter, salty semen flood her mouth. She let his cum rest on her tongue, his penis softening slowly between her lips. She released his now flaccid penis and caught his eye. Opening her mouth, she showed him the gift he had granted her, playing with the viscous liquid using her tongue. Using her little finger, she scraped the exposed sperm on her face into her mouth before swallowing it down with an audible gulp.

Alaric slumped down while Megara scooped a ladleful of water from a barrel that Alaric had brought in earlier. Alaric shivered and just gasped in astonishment as Meg snuggled up against him. He was so warm, his skin pleasantly clammy and damp with sweat and the radiating warmth throbbed through Meg's soft skin. She pulled herself in close to Alaric and let out a self satisfied sigh. Alaric groaned contentedly and turned to face the pretty centaur. "That was...wow."

"Took your breath away did I?" Meg gave a little chuckle. "Well, I suppose I've never had any complaints before. I'm very glad you enjoyed it." Megara felt the woodcutter wrap his arms around her and held her close. She felt safe, looked after and protected. The sound of their breathing became intertwined and heavy as they relaxed into each other's company and drifted off to a gentle sleep.

When Meg awoke, the lanterns had almost entirely gone out, and the barn was shrouded in a dense gloom. Alaric was no longer beside her, but Meg couldn't escape the feeling that she wasn't alone. Muttering a quiet spell, she magically reignited the lanterns, returning a familiar warm orange glow to the barn. Behind a set of sacks a shadow moved. Meg reached down to her saddlebags and drew her dagger. She wrapped a sheet around her exposed chest and switched her blade to a reverse grip.

"Who's there?" Meg called out. "Alaric? Is that you?" She slowly made her way around to get a better view of the intruder, but the figure moved into deeper shadow. There was so little of it that she could effectively make out, but it was a large creature of that she was absolutely certain. From the shadows came a low rumbling growl and there came the glow of a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"Do not look at me!" The voice was deep and resonated like thunder. Meg felt it roll through her body and felt her muscles turn soft. She swallowed and tried to convince her terror paralysed legs to move forward.

"I'm not going anywhere." Meg tried to make herself sound threatening and brave, but couldn't escape her voice cracking slightly. She held the dagger up, ready to strike should the figure choose to attack. "What have you done with Alaric, where is he?"

The shape in the shadows let out a long suffering sigh, the eyes rising higher and higher, until they glowered down at Meg from above. With a resonant boom marking each step, it made its way forward. Meg backed away, her heart pounding so loudly she felt certain that people back in Thraben could hear it. The figure lumbered forward gradually making its way back into the light.

First came the paw, a charcoal grey rock of fur and muscle and bone that seemed almost the size of a flagstone. The toes splayed and the hooked dagger claws that tipped them gently grazed the wooden boards of the floor. Following came the granite pillar of a leg, protruding veins and stony muscle undulating behind the fur. His abdomen and torso were covered in dense, dark fur with expertly and supernaturally sculpted abs as well as bulging pectorals that would have made even minotaur females feel self conscious. Its thick, sturdy neck was topped with a massive lupine head, the maw full of hauntingly savage fangs and the same glowing yellow eyes that seemed to swirl with hunger, malice, rage and misery. It flexed its shoulders and neck, drawing itself up to its full titanic size, bones cracking loudly as it did so.