Melia - Chapter 6
By Darkage
(c) July, 2001


Chapter 6

The two women emerged from the tunnel that had taken 
them from the depths of the underearth to find 
themselves in the midst of a vast stony graveyard. The 
moon shone dimly through dense clouds overhead, blown 
by a wind that came wailing from the east. The 
tattered remains of their garments fluttered in the 
chill night wind as they started into the eerie mist, 
picking their way carefully around gravestones and 
rocks that lay strewn about.

"Melia," Alara whispered. "What are we going to do? 
Where are we?" Her eyes set grimly on the land ahead, 
Melia said, "West."

"But how do you know? What if we never find our way 
home?"

"We're going to have to try. No, more discussion, OK? 
Just keep quiet so we don't reveal ourselves to anyone 
who might be around here."

They continued on, and after a long while of stumbling 
along the uneven ground, they came to the base of a 
hill. Alara looked to Melia, who began steadily up the 
rocky slope. The wind grew stronger as they ascended, 
and it blew fiercely about them. As they reached the 
peak of the hill, a large, dark stone monument loomed 
up out of the mist. Beneath it was an intricately 
carved mausoleum. They two girls stood for a moment, 
the wind howling at their backs, blowing their 
tattered clothes out before them. They gazed up at the 
majestic armored warrior standing at least fifteen 
feet high. His dark, stone features were worn with 
years of rain and thunder.

Melia was suddenly alarmed. "Do you smell that?" The 
two girls sniffed the cool air, which suddenly had a 
pungent smell to it. Turning around they saw, to their 
horror, a beast following them up the hill. Alara was 
about to run in fright, but Melia stopped her, 
standing her ground.

"Melia! What are you doing? Let me go, it's coming for 
us!"

"Stand perfectly still," Melia commanded. "This 
creature isn't here to harm us. If it were it would 
never have approached from upwind like that."

"Then, what is it doing?"

"I'm not sure, but if we show fear or make any sudden 
movements it might recognize us as prey. Just stand 
still and quiet and hope for the best. Remember, I'm 
right here next to you."

The beast lumbered up the crest of the hill and it's 
odor was strong, musty. Resembling a sort of minotaur, 
it had the head of a bull, though it's horns were more 
crooked, like those of a goat. It's body was covered 
in greenish brown fur, a mossy color, and a long, 
snakelike tail trailed behind it. The creature 
lumbered toward them and though it was stooped low, it 
stood as high as one and a half men. The girls stood 
as still as possible, though intense trembling 
betrayed Alara's fear, and even Melia was having 
trouble keeping terror at bay. The beast looked deep 
in their eyes and approached very cautiously, as if 
the ground itself were tender and prone to pain upon 
too heavy a trod.

It was, by now, extremely close to them, and it began 
sniffing, its nostrils grunting as it searched for a 
scent. Melia, now paralyzed with fear, trembled as the 
beast poked its cold, wet nose right up against her 
face, sniffing her. It searched lower, it's snout 
traveling down her neck, across her chest, and to her 
shoulders. It could smell the moisture in her 
underarms, her personal scent. It began searching, 
sniffing faster, its nostrils moving down her front. 
Melia shuddered at the feel of its damp touch through 
her tattered blouse. It sniffed at her belly for a 
long time, and Melia's mind swam in a daze of fear, 
confusion, and strange sensations. With clawed hands 
it gently lifted what remained of her blouse, pressing 
its nose into her belly. Melia closed her eyes and 
sighed as the creature inhaled deeply of her skin.

The creature remained for a time, stroking the backs 
of her legs as its wet nose pressed into her soft 
belly, sliding along her skin. A warmth grew in 
Melia's belly and began to spread throughout her body, 
tingling down her legs, up to her nipples and throat. 
Feeling the beast on her skin, the warmth in her belly 
grew to an intense heat moving down between her 
thighs. She sighed, her body growing heavy with lust, 
as the creature's long bovine tongue slipped beneath 
the waist-string of her tattered skirt. Its claws came 
up the backs of her legs and began pulling her skirt 
down. Pulling the thin material down the curves of her 
ass and her beautiful legs, one of its claws gently 
scraped her skin, raising a thin line of blood which 
dripped down the back of her leg. This seemed to bring 
only more desirous sighs to Melia's lips.

The beast's tongue slid down between her thighs, and 
Melia moaned passionately as it slid along her labia. 
Leaning forward, she pressed her body against the top 
of its head as its tongue continued to lick softly at 
the lips between her legs. The prickly ridge between 
its horns pressed into her stomach and she let her 
body drape gently over the beast's head as its tongue 
gently teased her clitoris.

This continued, and Melia's sighs grew to deep moans 
as the creature's tongue slipped in and out of her 
body, rubbing her now fully exposed clitoris. Sliding 
between her labia, it pressed deep into her body, 
slipping further and further up inside her until her 
blissful cries filled the night air.

Alara, in watching this, had become extremely aroused, 
and as Melia's sighs were subsiding, she was leaning 
back against the base of the statue, pressing its 
corner between her buttocks and rubbing herself along 
the stone. Already she had become moist. Melia lay 
satiated on the ground as the beast rose and began 
towards Alara. Seeing the beast coming for her filled 
the girl with terror, and she screamed and ran from 
it, fleeing down the far side of the hill. She heard a 
strange chanting coming from back atop the hill and 
looking over her shoulder she saw that the creature 
was not pursuing, but was swaying side to side as if 
caught in a trance, while its lips formed strange 
words. A cold hard grip grabbed her ankle, dropping 
her violently to the stony ground. Another and yet 
another chill grasp was upon her. The beast's chanting 
grew louder and the ground crackled as the bony hands 
of the dead erupted from their graves, pushing through 
the earth to reach the cool night air. On the hill's 
lower slope, Alara found herself lying amidst a field 
of outstretched skeletal arms and hands clutching for 
some invisible goal. She cried out in terror as bony 
fingers tore the clothes from her body and pulled her 
tightly to the earth. She shuddered at the touch of 
them moving up and down her body. The chanting was 
growing louder as the beast descended upon her. He now 
stood directly behind her. Looking down upon her 
voluptuous body writhing in the firm grasps of his 
dead slaves, the beast changed the tone of his 
chanting, and as he did so the hands beneath her 
lifted her body up from the ground, two bony hands 
wrapped firmly around her throat while her calves and 
hands were held down upon the earth. Obeying their 
master's increasing chant, the slaves pulled her legs 
open before the beast, revealing her secret lips, 
still glistening with desirous fluids.

The beast took her. She gasped at the touch of his 
enormous member. He was definitely more bull than man. 
Pushing past the slippery lips between her thighs he 
filled her with himself, sliding in until his enormous 
bullocks slapped up against her pubic mound. Melia 
watched groggily as he pounded into the girl, pumping 
her full of his thick semen. When he was done, the 
skeletal hands receded back into the ground and the 
beast slipped of into the mist whence it came.

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