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dweller of the cenote part one and two

Postby xelizel » Thu Oct 15, 2020 9:24 pm

I don't have a gallery so I'll post this here

"I'm so thirsty," breathes quietly the panorama overlooking the lush greenery below this exalted vantage beneath her being frail with fear trembles the hyacinth blossoms exotic adorning black tresses, her cotton tunicate moves with atmosphere touching exposed skin cold against the biting altitude. the opulent terraces of the intricate architecture envelop possessively this gate to hell black and endless spans a broad circumference within the court of the ancient pyramid. her glance fathoms the immediate darkness below where open the unholy hole gapes skyward swallowing forest and heaven above she stares into the great cenote. only this stone pedestal stands over the impregnable canopy cut by wide tributaries this pit the mountains roll across the land concealed in unrelenting foliage. she overwatches this lost place with respect and admiration. It has been too long since the dawn of her peoples. there are places on this earth unsearched out by others. the inhospitability of the vicinity has proven enough to ward off those the more civil natives in their river cities although the fires of modern man have razed ever the more steadily through hidden places with increasing ferocity each year. it is not known how much longer this place and its secrets will remain undiscovered by the rest of the world.
from behind the priestess steps forward. concealing her face the feathered skull of some creature horned and ancient shifts with enormous weight against her bosom. she recites certain lines from the old tablets in languages that even these peoples do not speak to one another and she says, "so then let the rain come."
"let this be," speaks she adorned. instantly the sky breaks open and down pours the weight of the heavy water over the steps of this stone monument and into the thirsting earth below. "but let the rain be blood this day," she adds.
"blood it will be," the priestess replies.

"Gemini, gemini," calls the panama hat through the crowd of river dwellers as he navigates through the bustling docks. the rain is overwhelming, drenching his soggy form. his hat seems to retain a modicum of dignity. he pushes past through others who push likewise as they pass through the boardwalk congestion. "hey, hey. over here."
The man looks up and smiles. he says something to a local twice for lack of communication amidst the pouring rain before rejoining him his comrade. "sorry about that. we lost our ride," he shouts.
"oh, man," he replies. "did we lose our stuff?"
"no. I was able to score a different boat. the stuff is on the new boat."
"okay, and where is this new boat?"
"it's a few docks down. lisa and cory are already there watching it. I think seth went to go get some supplies from the local shops."
"alright. do we need anything else?"
"I was able to get us a guide to help us navigate through the region just a minute ago. it wasn't cheap but he seemed the only person willing to go."
"well, it's a heck of a distance."
"he said the mosquitoes are really bad."
"I see. well, I'm glad we have insect repellent. where is this boat?"
"it's up over here around the way." gemini leads the man throughout the docks, pausing occasionally to allow the foot traffic to pass. the boat is humble and sound. it was an aging trawling vessel of sturdy construction powered by an old and stout outboard motor. the hull was dark green. the pilot looks up and smiles as they approach. he sits beneath a covering which seems to shelter him from the weather.
"oi!" he cries out over the surrounding din.
"oi," gemini returns, approaching the side of the boat carefully. he plants a foot against the stanchion and hefts his bags over into the interior, himself quickly following.
"gemini! you made it!" lisa remarks. "welcome back. and professor wilhelm?"
wilhelm tosses his bag over into the vessel where gemini catches it, gently setting it on the floor next to his packs. "hey, lisa, cory," he addresses his compatriots. "how long have you been waiting here?"
"almost an hour," cory replies. he ventures from the sheltered cabin of the vessel to retrieve the bags. "seth left to go get some supplies and he hasn't been back since."
a man approaches from the docks, shouting something to gemini who acknowledges with a nod, half reluctant to attempt to formulate a proper sentence in the native dialect but also reluctant to articulate his attempt through the pouring rain. their eye contact welcomes the local into the boat where he briefly introduces himself to the others as a certain mr. yamalo before settling comfortably in with the others on that same side of the boat his compatriots have likewise settled into, unawares that his party has not yet filled their portion of the cabin.
they aren't alone in the boat. besides the skipper they share the cabin with several others. a man and his daughter talk quietly to one another, occasionally exchanging words with the captain while a young woman sits silently in the corner, her face pressed quietly to the window.
"well, I hope he shows up soon. when are we scheduled to leave?" wilhelm asks.
"the captain says he's waiting for us. he doesn't intend to ferry these other folks all the way upriver for local money."
"they're going upriver too? I thought the place we were heading was uninhabited."
"I'm not completely sure they're going as far as we are, but they don't seem to want to waste fuel."
Seth appears nearby, hastefully pushing through the throngs of people clutching sacks of food. "hey guys," he calls out. "Help me with this stuff."
Lisa stands to her feet, reaching out to receive the heavy bags. "cool. what did you get us?"
seth slides into the boat, catching his balance. "lots. sweet bread. I got some iguana. beans."
"alright, sounds good. so we're ready to go?" cory asks.
"I figure as much, yeah," seth replies.
gemini exhanges swift words with the captain and the others take their seats on the long wooden benches occupying the cabin. he's a methodical man, the captain. he adjusts the tiller and the engine carefully before leaning over the stern and cranking it to life. it breathes blue smoke and slowly the boat begins to cut away from the dock into swirling eddies of caramel waters swift and broad, navigating first about fellow watercraft and then into the powerful current. the man skilfully charts a course a certain distance from shore neither distant nor near where the motor bites evenly against the headstrong waters upriver.
the incessant rain beats down over the tin roof of the boat, muting interaction between the passengers. lisa occupies herself with certain documents she scans carefully, sheltering them from the screen window moisture permeating the interior. gemini watches. the man and his daughter have fallen into something of a hibernation similar to the lone woman still leaned against the corner.
dr. wilhelm surveys seth's purchases. "how much was the dried iguana?"
"not much. about two dollars."
"that's not bad. what's this doing in here?" he withdraws a tall bottle of amber liquid.
"oh. yeah, that's a bottle of chicha." the father sitting opposite looks up with one eye and smiles.
"were you intending to share?" wilhelm asks.
"well, yeah, I guess so. I forgot to bring cups though. cory has mouth herpes."
"no I don't," cory says, considering briefly also. "well, yes I do but like not right now. let's just cut like coconuts in half or something."
"there are no coconuts for 500 miles," lisa states without looking up from her charts. "and that's like beer, right? beer is gross."
"I actually did get a coconut. I was wondering why it was so expensive."
"I could go for some coconut," she adds.
"I mean, I get cold sores too," seth admits.
"I think we can reimburse you for the beverage," wilhelm decides. "How far away is our drop site?"
"it's about sixty miles upriver," lisa says. "we'll get there sometime tomorrow."
"do you know where these other folks are going?"
"no, I never bothered to ask. it can't be that far. there's nothing else further upstream more than eight miles from here."
"I see," wilhelm states. the pouring rain swallows up the silence. the captain sits beneath his shelter, hand firmly grasping the tiller as the boat fights its way slowly upstream. the grey sky is darkening and the crude lights situated about the length of the craft are swallowed up in the dark. his old eyes are steadfast in their resolve and his drenched posture is unflinching. hours pass and the restless passengers move more than he.
"it won't be long yeah?" cory asks finally. first to doze he is first to rise, wrapped up in a pancho he had purchased several weeks earlier at one of the local markets. the others are half asleep as well, situated beneath whatever coverings they had amassed for themselves they stir slightly at cory's behest.
"uh, I don't know," lisa says. "ask gemini to ask that guy yamalo."
Yamalo isn't asleep. he turns at the mention of his name.
"hey, gemini," cory prods. he opens his eyes. "ask this guy how far we are from our next stop."
gemini takes a deep breath and shifts carefully to preserve whatever dryness he has retained thus far and turns to ask yamalo something in the native tongue. yamalo replies and gemini asks another somewhat similar question. "we're almost there," he says, turning over to ignore any further requests for translation.
"almost to the first stop you mean?"
"yeah. there's a landing point up the way. it's really the only way to get to the nearest city from here, considering the length of the river."
the keel cuts deep through the turbulent current. the boat rocks noticeably as the pilot charts his course across the broad expanse of river. the steadiness of the vessel is readily apparent. sky and water meet in inseperation as the waves lap at the torrential downpour. the passengers stare open eyed at illumined darkness attempting to ascertain any shape of figure through the wet darkness before them. the spotlights see nothing. clouds of vapor obscure the bright beams in immediate dissolution.
unknown stand the means by which the captain steers through the night. unrest pervades the cabin. direction gives to aggressive leaps of current that move more the distance than that propellor stuck twisted into the deep murk fighting no steady direction but against anything it can find the rudder knows true the path within the liquid course reveals as if suddenly no such thing has existed prior a mercury light bright and incandescent lit brilliantly amidst the pouring rain illuminating every droplet. the visible image is shocking. the lengthy and broad boardwalk materializes immediately.
"we're there," cory says.
the craft nears the structure at a distance, pulling ever away from contact as nature pushes her nearer. yamalo stands to his feet as they approach, exiting the cabin. he confers briefly with the captain before assuming assistance alongside the port gunwale, extending a cane pole against the dock to ease the boat gently into position, tethering rope to cleat securely. inflated fenders bump against the wooden pier.
the captain makes a declaration audible though not excessive as the father and his daughter gather themselves together. they exit into the pouring rain undisturbed by the other passengers across the deck and into the wet darkness. outside, yamalo exchanges a few words with the captain before untethering the boat from the landing. the bow yaws away from port propelled by the powerful engine. the ordeal last no more than two minutes and once again the construct disappears into impregnable darkness.
yamalo returns to the interior of the cabin soaking wet but he seems unphased by the moisture. he draws up into a corner about his legs and retires into silence as the others collect themselves.
"how far are we from the landing now?" gemini asks.
"maybe fifty miles," lisa states. "hey, I'm unfamiliar with this place but I'm pretty sure there's nothing else upriver. where is this chica getting off? do you think you can translate, gemini?"
"I mean, if I can't I'm sure yamalo can," he adds, turning to address the woman curled up to herself across the cabin. "hey, hey," he addresses her. "excuse me." she turns her head.
the region being as remote as it is falls indistinctly between several different cultural regions. correspondingly, each town seems to possess its own language and these languages in turn exhibit different dialects from ancient peoples predating european tongues. gemini gently addresses yamalo who looks up from beneath the wide brim of his hat as he requests assistance in translating questions to the woman.
"I speak english," she declares.
yamalo smiles at gemini and closes his eyes satisfactorily. the others, surprised to hear the woman break the silence, stir from their dormancies. "well, hi," lisa states. "so, where are you headed?"
"the same place you are," she states. "into the jungle."
the team exchange looks amongst themselves curiously. "why are you going into the jungle?" lisa asks.
"the same reason you are," she states again. "to collect flowers."
"I'm a botanist," lisa adds. "how did you know?"
the woman smiles. "I guessed."
"well, we're not going into the jungle simply to collect flowers," wilhelm declares. "we're here to catalogue the local flora and fauna to present back to our sponsor for research purposes."
"the flowers are really nice," she continues. "the curanderos pay well for them."
"tell me about these flowers," lisa asks.
"I have a few," she says, reaching into her bag to produce a book. it's a photo album. she turns to a certain page where pressed into the sleeves the dried remains of strange blossoms fill sheets and hands the book over to lisa.
"wow," she declares. "these are interesting. I've never seen anything like these before."
"these are only found in the place you seek," the woman declares.
"this one looks as if it could be from the datura family, maybe, I'm not certain."
"they grow on vines," the woman adds.
"highly unusual," lisa adds, turning the page. "I don't think I recognise any of these. would you be interested in parting with this book for any price?"
"no, that's my book. give it back to me now," the woman insists and lisa promptly, carefully, hands the book back over across the cabin of the boat. the woman carefully nestles it into her bag and brings her feet back up into the bench with her.
"what is your name?" seth asks. the woman doesn't reply. "excuse me, ma'am. what is your name?"

nosebleed haloes spread eagle plummet impelled the darkness swallows up the surface air in vicious winds she dives angels teasing hyacinths float in distant wake falling into that impossible blackness behind her body twists in kicking gusts her descent seeing a circumference of sky diminish turning more against blind distance moments flail screaming towards some endless end below. concussive impact fractures deep plunging below the breathless cold water breaks her fall. she stirs against a turbulent current helplessly swept underneath a missing surface beats her against stone faces tear from her grasp thrown into the maelstrom. limp pulp she floats from below into still waters lifted by a lung rising to face a glowing sheet of air breaks against her reaching hands gasp breathlessly the damp atmosphere unlit she treads the subterranean waters. her shins scrape rock and again she steps up to stand over slick slabs uneasily staggering up from the moving pool wading now into the lightless footing, trusting that somewhere here there is a place secure from water. misstepping she finds no bottom, and recovering balance from the wet drag she clambers back to the shallow refuge huddled hopelessly lost.
the dismal dolor of the cavernous chamber breathes with dripping winds suggestive of an unseeable ceiling distant. she shivers, quietly whimpering as moderate currents move through her crouched posture. the only visibility emanates from sparse phosphorescences permeating an immanent mist.
so invisibly sinuous appendages filamental course liquid glide beneath the surface cursively. the tenderness of contact is gentle and numb. her laced toes spread accomodate the comfortable touch and she gasps. pulls pull her alarmed feet unresistant, wearing wrappings of cuticula. she lifts her leg, leech cords clinging. her foreign shriek echoes. tumbling backwards she falls bound into water, struggling against the knots myriad wrap as she plunges beneath the cold surface into nests of tendrils awaiting her. choked, her wrists fight masses surrounding her rigid struggle. bubbles burst from her breath. a bare arm grasps at rough rock torn from her grip as hosts of tentacles subdue her helpless protests, spilling into her open mouth. she gags silently as polyps suck against the smooth surfaces of her epidermis, unraveling her textile coverings. the bruises of her beaten body relent suddenly within the caresses of the hungering embrace. her swallows submit against the lengths in her throat, arching breasts spilling freely into wet coils ravage softly her smooth surface.
she screams as puckering nematocysts rake, neurotoxic waves of euphoric pain wracking her body in fitful epilepsies. paralyzed in convulsions the monstrosity takes its prey, pulling her still spasms from the surface suspended her breath coughs, dangling encased in limbs ooze mucouses thick over the ravaged sacrifice inverted. her open eyes behold through rainbows of darkness the baleful presence of that unholy immanence fills the chamber with leviathan undulations, groping with innumerable limbs the sweet succor of her penetrated flesh pulls deeper into the smothering weight of a thousand tongues swallowing with pulsing wetness. her heart beats three times as acrid secretions melt through her foaming skin, suffocating within the dense confines of this writhing organism and then beats no more.
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Re: dweller of the cenote part one

Postby xelizel » Thu Oct 15, 2020 10:44 pm

tunicate is a play on words see
because the monster is made of marine biology

aslo: I misused the word succor, and I see some tense disagreements but I'm gonna let it all ride
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Re: dweller of the cenote part one

Postby xelizel » Sat Oct 17, 2020 4:20 am

let's see. I work sixty hours a week so I rushed myself to finish this after too much absinthe but I'm wanting to revise it so if you care to give me a watch I'll have a gallery soon.
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dweller of the cenote part two

Postby xelizel » Sat Nov 28, 2020 11:27 pm

"I'm soft." Lisa rouses herself from a rhythmic slumber, stirred from beneath a thin tarpaulin wrapped about her shoulders. The gray morning cascades thick sheets of unrelenting rain, obscuring the black jungle beyond. Seth is already awake. He's munching on a can of sardines without a fork. he licks his fingers of oil.
"me too." wilhelm sits up, pulling the hat covering his face up to his crown. "seth, what do we have to eat?"
seth gently sets the greasy can down on the seat beside him, reaching down between his legs to produce the sack. he pulls out a sugared roll and hands it over to the professor, who thanks him.
"are we there yet?" cory asks.
"let me see," gemini says, balancing carefully as he crosses the shifting deck. he moves across the cabin, leaning against the screen for want of dryness and shouts over to the captain. the captain responds and gemini replies again and returns to his seat. "we're almost there."
"awesome. I'm getting sick of this boat," cory says. "seth, do you have any coffee?"
"well, yeah, but I don't have a stove or anything."
"I mean, do you have like a can of coffee or something?"
"hey, yamalo," gemini rouses the old man from his sleep. he opens one eye. "you hungry? seth, get my man yamalo here something to eat."
seth looks down into the sack and produces another can of sardines, passing the tin over to yamalo who accepts gratefully.
lisa is rifling through her pack with visible apprehension, carefully removing maps and pamphlets before returning them to their respective waterproof pouches. her posture is aggravated. sometimes she takes the same document from its place and rechecks it before placing it in the same place she withdrew it from.
"nervous?" wilhelm asks.
"I just want to make sure everything is in order," she states, making certain the storage space in her pack has been maximized.
"don't worry," he assures her. "everything is going to be okay."
"I know that, I'm just--it's really dangerous out there, you know. what about malaria? or worse?"
"we have military grade insect repellent. anything bigger than that is why we brought cory along."
"right," cory states, smiling. "and seth, might you pass some of the bug spray this way?"
"yeah," seth replies. "we should probably get ready since we're almost there."
he produces the canister and passes it to cory first. the members of the party take turns applying chemical aerosol to their clothings. seth is last. "would you like some?" he offers the can to the woman who wrinkles her nose and refuses to reply. he puts the can away.
"hey, that's it," gemini says, motioning into the murky haze. maybe some yellow bulb hangs amidst the dense precipitation. "I think that's it. let me go check with the captain," and he staggers to his feet.
yamalo looks out of the window over his shoulder and searches for somewhere to set the empty can. seth offers to take his trash and the old man nods in appreciation, rushing to join the others outside.
outside, gemini motions to the distant light, his outstretched arm drenched. he asks the captain if the light is the docking point they're looking for or if their landing is further up the way. there is some language barrier but the man returns the gesture, motioning to the light and looks to yamalo, who assures the captain that the nature of the question was as was assumed. he nods. gemini turns to yamalo. "is there anything I can do to help?"
yamalo shrewdly informs him that it would be difficult to explain the finer aspects of docking the boat, dismissing him. gemini joins the others in the cabin and his clothes pool about his feet thick streams of water. he takes his seat at the end of the bench where it is to be noted that seth had previously occupied though his absence had prompted him to occupy the spaces nearer to wilhelm and lisa. tropical moisture oozes around him. "get used to it," he warns the others, still clutching the dryness beneath their plastic sheets. "it's rainy season."
"you know actually it's not," lisa notes.
"what did he say? is that it?" wilhelm asks.
"yeah, that's it," gemini says. "everybody ready?"
"yeah, I'm ready," cory says.
"I'm ready to get off of this boat. I'm about to un-eat those sardines already," seth says.
"don't do that," wilhelm advises. "lisa, are you ready?"
"yes. I think so."
"hey, look. when we're done here you're going to have more botanical samples than you could ever ask for. you'll have research grants you never knew existed. imagine: you don't even have to come back here for more; they'll send others to procure plants for you with your last name in the binomial. it's gonna be awesome. don't worry about it. no risk, no reward."
she looks at him but her thoughts fixate upon the paper thin pressings between the slips of a photo album. "first and last."

they disembark from the vessel, leaping arms' lengths gently over to the slippery dock. yamalo is first, securing the length of the trawler to cleats along the dock's length. he extends an arm to wilhelm, who helps lisa across. Cory helps himself, his feet losing traction briefly, and offers a hand to gemini. yamalo assists seth in transporting supplies over the side of the boat before he crosses over.
"was that girl going to get off here too?" seth asks, carefully glancing over his packs.
cory smiles, catching seth's attention before nodding behind him where he saw her standing there. she laughs.
"will you be joining us?" wilhelm asks.
"I do as I please," she states.
"we have plenty of supplies," seth offers. "we wouldn't mind sharing."
"we'd really appreciate your knowledge of the local wildlife," lisa offers.
she smiles and cocks her head as if some important detail evades them. "I'm sure you would."
"we could pay you," wilhelm offers.
"maybe," she shrugs.
"this is some weather, isn't it?" cory states, slinging his duffel over his shoulder.
"yeah, it's going to be hard to navigate in the rain, but from what I remember there's a decent spot of high ground two miles due east," lisa states.
"there are caves too, but they're further away than that," the woman replies.
"what is your name?" lisa asks.
the woman looks away.
"gemini, tell the captain that we're going to need a few days to make sure that we can establish a camping site. tell him that we can reward him for his time."
gemini motions to yamalo, explaining. yamalo nods his head in agreement and summons the captain, relaying gemini's message. he confers with gemini briefly.
"he says he won't leave for two days and then after that he'll be back next week," gemini states.
"that's great," wilhelm declares. "well, we have ground to cover and it isn't getting any wetter."
"I know that's right," cory says, easing past the others to take position at the head of the group. "come on, we have ground to cover." the others follow behind the rifle slung across his back sleek and smooth carved of chestnut and steel stabs earthward swinging softly with each step his weapon leads them into the immense dark high and deep of the encroaching jungle.
the rainforest spares no reserve in its expanse. towering trees dangle thick lianas immediately over the flooded embankments. dense underbrushes occupy this the light, crowding aggressively beneath the open place between river and canopy. he approaches, withdrawing from his side a machete and blazes brazenly into the unperturbed forest with broad sweeps, cutting thoroughly paths of chopped bushes. gemini, close behind, helps to clear the severed vegetation for the others following.
later, distant, the sound of a trawler's engine obscured by rain never quite reaches the ear of the advancing explorers.

it is night. I'm ok. the heavy rain muffled by the dense canopy falls to the ground in wet torrents. streams of water pour through channels of branches to rivulets eroded collect washing clay paths through stony footfalls step carefully over loose earth paths ford forward an inclination exposing roots they climb across the sloped terrain. flashlight beams search about the sounds of treefrogs singing drown the trickling weather in living chorus. some rock affords scarce sanctuary somewhere and collecting the group breathes the wet air sheltered by the suffocating forest here where at least the ground does not shift.
"this is a good place to put a tent," remarks Wilhelm. "I don't know if we can put two of them here but hopefully we can find a similar spot nearby."
"you think so?" asks seth, dropping his pack gently to the foundation. "sounds good to me. we have three tents. do we need three places to put them?"
"well, not necessarily," wilhelm returns, approaching. he searches seth's duffels, considering the weight of the tent alongside the provisions he had carried all this way. some sort of compensory bonus crosses his mind on account of the young man's composure but seth will be paid well enough for the endeavour. "let's see if there's anywhere else we can pop a tent before we put this thing up."
"I think I've got one," gemini shouts. "over here." his distance from the others is notable. a slab of similar stature broad stands against a nest of trees dripping over this long hill. he drops his pack to the ground also and surveys the area with sweeps of his flashlight.
"great," cory says, approaching. "do you have room for two there?"
"well, maybe, but I see another spot over there," he gestures with his flashlight to a third location. "if you wanted to share a location you'd have to sleep on roots here. that wouldn't be that bad considering you're sleeping on rocks either way."
"I don't think I want to sleep on roots," cory remarks. he carefully squishes across the face of the slope, searching out the third site with a beam fading. he shakes and slaps the flashlight as he surveys the nearby trees and distant future. "wow. nice. I think one of the tents should go here. this looks as stable a site as the others."
"I agree," gemini says, setting his pack to the ground. "let's put one of the tents there."
it is seth, lisa, and gemini that carry the three pup tents between them. wilhelm had carried the one lisa now holds for most of the distance but there was at a time around sunset treacherous the leaping of a particularly long ditch that lisa had acquired the pack and though he had offered to take back the burden she had insisted on carrying it to their destination. he sets her biological supplies down at the first landing, abandoning yamalo and gemini who attempt to make sense of the shelter they unravel to investigate the other base points.
lisa drops the tent to the ground, scanning across the way to the first sight in search of the pack wilhelm had left behind. he squints as her beam crosses over him. "where's my backpack?"
"I'll go get it for you," he says at a halt.
"no, don't worry about it. put up the tent."
he does as he is told, swapping places with lisa as she goes off in search of her belongings. by the time she reaches seth and the others they have finished erecting their sleeping places. the tent is roomier than would be supposed though still very small. she retrieves her pack and somewhat dutifully returns to wilhelm. "do you need any help?" she asks.
"yeah, if you could grab that leg over there," he asks. it isn't long before the two of them produce the assembled construct. he thanks her. gemini approaches, his flashlight scanning the ground for sure treading. "hey, gemini, where are you going to sleep?" he asks.
"that's what I was going to ask you," he declares as he draws near to the others. "Seth is staying with cory, right?"
"yeah, I figure as much," wilhelm states. "so you can stay with me and the girls can stay together. that just leaves yamalo."
"well, I'm the only one who can communicate with him, except maybe for the girl. how about you, me and yamalo in one tent, seth and cory in another, and the girls in this one?"
"I'm fine with that. let's go tell the others," wilhelm states. gemini and lisa follow as he leads them across the hillside. seth and cory are busy arranging their belongings inside of the tent. yamalo stands nearby. he scans them with his flashlight as they approach.
"so seth," gemini calls.
"yeah?" seth looks out from the open flap of the tent.
"we were thinking that wilhelm and I would take on yamalo and the two of you would share this tent."
"well, that's sort of what I was thinking too. that's why our stuff is in it," he states.
"so the girl can stay with lisa," he continues.
"I don't want to stay with lisa," she interjects.
"I'm sorry?" gemini asks. "do you mean you want to stay out in the rain?"
"no. I want to sleep with cory," she states bluntly.
"holy--" cory exclaims from inside of the tent.
"wait, what do you mean? where's lisa supposed to sleep?" wilhelm asks. "all by herself?"
"with you," she declares. lisa turns inquisitively to wilhelm.
"well then who am I supposed to sleep with?" gemini asks her.
"seth," she states.
"oh, right, I was just," he trails off. "and what about yamalo? wait, where is yamalo?"
"he doesn't want to sleep with you," she claims.
"yeah, but where is he?" the others search out the darkness for any trace of the old man. he's nowhere to be found.
"what is this about you sleeping with me?" cory asks, emerging from the tent.
"I want to sleep with you," she states. "do you object?"
"I, uh, I don't know if I object, but do you think that's right?" he asks, turning to wilhelm.
lisa gently touches wilhelm's arm. "I don't actually have a problem with it I suppose," he states.
"yeah, well if you're going to sleep with lisa wouldn't that be a breach of contract with the west foundation?" seth remarks poignantly.
"I don't think so," wilhelm states. "I'll have to check the fine print."
"I think I have the papers in my pack. maybe we can go over them together later tonight," she offers.
"yeah, we'll get right on that," he says. exit lisa and wilhelm.
"well, alright then. that's your tent, seth," cory states as he gathers up his belongings. he slings the m1 garand over his back and picks up a duffle of clothes, preferring to carry such accessories as can be outfitted to his person in their respective positions. he emerges.
"I guess that means I'm sleeping here," gemini says, tossing his bag into the tent. "hey, seth, pass me one of those sweet bread things, would you?"

"you like it?" cory asks. the girl gently runs a finger along the length of the rifle, admiring the smoothness of the craftsmanship composing the firearm. she is seated on her knees, the length of her thin dress tucked neatly beneath her. her hair dark and sleek curls about the flexed quill of scarlet macaw feather. bright and black her eyes glow through cascading lockets as she surveys this deadly accessory.
"it's beautiful," she remarks. her finger presses against the sharp edge of the gun's bayonet, smiling as she does so. it isn't very sharp.
"I have other guns too," he states, reaching for his pack. he withdraws a revolver. "check it out."
she takes it in her hand, squinting one eye as she aligns the sights towards him. "hey, watch it," he cautions. "it's loaded."
"oh, sorry," she says, setting the piece down. "I didn't realize."
"it's alright," he says, retrieving the gun and returning it to the holster in his pack. "just try to be more careful."
"promise," she smiles. she shifts uncomfortably over her legs beneath her, turning errantly away from the rifle to face her host the more directly. she is dressed in a blouse pale restrains her ample frame over a pleated skirt bright with geometrical design red and black and blue and yellow.
"so, anyways, what is your name?" he asks, looking over to her as he arranges the contents of his pack. he sets aside an outfit he intends to change into the next morning. he wears a loose fitting silk shirt and kakhi pants. "do you mind if I smoke?"
"rosa," she declares. "go right ahead. it doesn't bother me."
"I like that name," he says, pulling a pack of camels from his duffel. he offers her one. she declines. "so tell me, what made you want to stay with me tonight, anyways?"
she parts curls of black hair from her face as she glides closer. her wide eyes black with pleasure envelop him in intention. he hesitates as gently she touches him with an outstretched finger over the toned contours of a muscled arm and he drops his unlit cigarette. "I've been watching you all day," she whispers from the corner of her eyes. "you made my mouth water."
he laughs as her hand paws his chest and he leans against his arm to support himself. "well, it was a lot more exciting than carrying the supplies," he states.
"and dangerous!" she urges. "do you know what lurks in these forests? why, every step you took was a step into the unknown."
"why, no. I suppose I don't," he admits, turning his head. "tell me. you've been here before, right? what dangers lurk here?"
"horrors beyond your wildest dreams," she insists, eyes wild with excitement. her legs slip around his as she gently presses his body beneath her. the slit of her skirt parts to thigh as she grinds her hips against his slowly and his gaze is swallowed up within hers. he runs a hand up her side as she unbuttons the top of his shirt.
"like what?" he asks, intoxicated by the floral scents that dress the cotton vestures of her outfit. she throws back her head in silent laughter as he succumbs to the intimacy of her advances.
"like me," she says. gently her lips fall to his red and lush the forest moves with calling winds throughout the bending branches sway with ancient sighs surround the ardent grace she unravels between the teasing hands feel for their milking mouths aspire breaths collapse over edges drop beneath powerful limbs stretched over his rigid form embraces tight constricts her grasping grip subdues his bends that press undone denied indent untied intent reminds his spent supply of spit unmind unment he chokes on tongues do not remit his swallowing applies against the appreciations of her asphyxiation smothers his struggles in wet weights wrap his kicks in slick coils dense and fat pour over his contorted function sucks her hungry clutches tumble through his posture lost her austere laughter gargles after biles satured plaster after helpless muscles stretched to tendons bones too brittle soft to mention place her teeth with indescension centuries of sins incision layers of his skin conditions carved in incontent contention swallowed she secretes a tension inattentively suspended sensual her precepts glide his alabaster harrowed hide across a glistening that glides in sensual formaldehydes accost his nostrils open wide her violet tongue from deep inside a violent lung chokes out replies secretions plunge his muffled cries to chambers vast and dark and deep I pray the lord my soul to keep a beating and betaken heart until that death to do them part exasperates his struggles faint the alligator culminates her python coils dilate against climactic sheaves of snakes that writhe to smile tender shaking muscles break amidst his falling struggles taking ending writhes lithe slide smooth surfaces inside her wide subversive smile rests on a bed of opulence struck fucks his airless vasoskeletal protest she squeezes in laughter compressing limp pulp smothered under sundry lengths undulate agressively across his fight possessively apply attention falls away to bliss standing in a whole adrift the seals of her accursed lips partition him amidst the denizen of the abyss he turns to ask her something naught the azimuth of her withdraws ineptitude his soul distraught recedes the reaches of her gaunt and precious confines of her being maintain the auspice of her needs abstains remittance of the deed she spills her balms taking licked gulps disappear swollen lips sip saliva lisps listless kissed missed tastes lace places empty she divines her satiated anodyne
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Re: dweller of the cenote part two

Postby xelizel » Sat Nov 28, 2020 11:40 pm

I'll edit this and add it into my blog

the edited version will be in my blog eventually
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