In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... I’ll show you.”

They followed Sorine into the church, where she had been using the stove inside to try and melt down the collected silver into usable tools. Her finished pieces were laid out on a table for them. She had crafted makeshift knives and spear tips, and hammered hot silver onto an axeblade and the prongs of a pitchfork. She picked up one of several shotgun shells, showing signs that the payload had been tampered with.

“I wasn’t able to cast silver bullets or anything so high-quality, but each of these shells has enough silver scrap to hopefully get the job done. And for protection, I’ve got these.” She held up silver candy bowls and chains decorated with jewelry and silverware. “I figured these will make decent helmets, and wrapping these around your necks will keep them from biting.”

“Yeah, this’ll do nicely,” said Sam.

“So we have the tools and we have a plan. We’ll need all the strength we can get, so let’s fill our bellies and set out.”

Upon Volker’s words, the trio all felt their stomachs growl. They hadn’t eaten since the day before and were running on nothing but dread and adrenaline. They gathered food from the few remaining houses and stuffed their faces. Knowing it would likely be their last meal, they did their best to savor every bite. After they had eaten and armed themselves, they loaded their weapons and supplies onto horses and set off into the mountains, following Volker’s directions.

Dusk was approaching, but they arrived at ...

... a narrow ravine showing signs of Rathodor’s spawn surging through the area and dragging back their kills. A sense of dread filled the air like the stench of rotting meat, and everyone could feel it, even the horses, growing more and more stressed with each step. Finally, they arrived before a cavern entrance slick with dried blood. The moment they dismounted, their horses went wild and ran off.

“Come on, let’s find somewhere to hide.”

They climbed up the steep slope above the cave entrance, and since it was unclear how well the demons could smell their prey, the three covered their tracks with pepper. They hid in a small alcove, doing their best to conceal their presence, then waited. As the sky darkened, the food in their stomachs turned to bile, and they had to resist the urge to throw up their fear. Sam checked his gun, as he had half-a-dozen times that day. Two bullets. They were useless against the demons, but at least they offered a better death than getting his soul devoured. He could take care of Sorine and himself, and Volker had his shotgun, so he’d be fine if he saved one round.

“Is this what is was like? During the war, I mean,” Sorine asked.

“We did spend a lot of time waiting to die, expecting that one shell to land on our position and blow us to smithereens. It definitely weighed down on us all, but this… this is different. In the trenches, you feared for yourself and your fellow soldiers, and maybe for any civilians that might get caught in the ...