Thursday, January 07, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Mist Devil

Guns don’t work.  No problem.  PFC Stewart Peter Bate carried a good old-fashioned saber.  So old-fashioned it looked like it had once been wielded by a cavalryman in the Civil War.  It hadn’t.  It wasn’t an antique but a functional replica of a Model 1860 Light Cavalry Saber.  The men had laughed at him for carrying it around, but he’d ended up with the last laugh, not that he took any pleasure from it.

The scientists thought the laws of physics here might be different to how they were back home, and might even vary from place to place.  That meant that whenever you pulled the trigger on a gun it was a crapshoot whether the gun fired or not.  That wasn’t the case with Bate’s trusty sword.  Good old steel didn’t rely on physics and chemistry.  If you stabbed something in the guts it stayed stabbed.

Bate looked up and wondered which way to go.  It was night, which was weird in itself.  Up until now he’d thought this place didn’t do night.  He was ankle deep in some kind of marsh and surrounded by brackish pools and long reeds.  Thick mist clung low to the ground in a ghostly blanket.  There was a strong odor in the air.  Given his surroundings he would have expected it to be the fetid reek of rotting vegetation.  Instead it was a reek of a different kind—like his nose was buried in the pussy of a hooker with hygiene issues.

Bate forged on.  It was what he was trained to do.

Ahead and to the left of him there was a disturbance in the ground fog.  Mist billowed up in a thick cloud and coalesced in the form of a pretty young woman with large, naked breasts.  She gave him an adorable smile and spread her arms as if she wanted to embrace him.

Bate wasn’t fooled.  He slashed at her with his trusty Model 1860.

The girl laughed and slid out of reach of his swing as if blown by an unseen wind.  She circled him and blew taunting air kisses.  Her slender, pale body was wreathed in billowing white clouds.

What was she—alien, ghost, wraith, demon?  Bate kept swinging at her with his saber and each time she smoothly glided out of range.

When Bate stopped slashing at her she squeezed her tits together and gave him lewd come-ons that were far too crude to hold any appeal for him.  All the while she hovered teasingly just out of range.

Bate feigned turning away and was able to catch her mid-taunt.  Not that it improved matters much—she was as insubstantial as the mist she appeared to be composed of.  Some of her misty body caught on his sword as it swished through her body.  It simply slid off and returned to the main mass after his saber came out the other side.  He’d cut her in half and all she did was smile at him as her two halves drifted back together and she reformed.

Screw this.

She was incorporeal, like a ghost.  If he couldn’t touch her then it meant she couldn’t touch him.  All this teasing and taunting was just an annoyance holding him up.  He turned his back on her and stomped away.

The apparition drifted after him.  She came up behind him and put gaseous hands over his nose and mouth.

“Breathe.  Breathe deep,” she whispered to him.

Bate knew that was a bad idea, but it was too late, he’d already been drawing in a breath when her hands smothered him.  He drew the misty substance of her body down into his lungs.  Once there, the drugs contained within her gaseous form were absorbed across into his bloodstream and spread out through his body.

Bate tried to hold his breath and force her off.  To no avail—she clung to him like a bad smell and his hands passed right through her incorporeal form.  The drugs in his system were already taking effect.  He felt duller... slower...

He took another breath without realizing, filling his lungs with more tainted air.

It wasn’t so bad.  It smelt like sweet perfume.

Bate’s legs buckled beneath him.

He didn’t fall all the way to the floor.  Her cloudy form had solidified enough for her to support his weight.  It was like dropping into a big pile of soft cushions.  The mist devil lay with him, with her misty hands still covering his mouth and nose.

Bate breathed in and the mist devil let him inhale a different drug.  This was a stronger perfume that excited his senses and caused his penis to become engorged with blood.

Other unseen hands had already unbuckled and pulled down Bate’s trousers.  His erection rose unconstrained.  Not that it was visible.  His groin and most of his lower body were buried in drifts of fluffy white clouds.

“I’m so empty,” the mist devil whispered in his ear.  “Please fill me.”

Her breath tickled his earlobe.  Within the clouds covering his genitals it felt like many warm mouths were at work.  They blew on his cock and balls... licked them... sucked.  Bate shivered in pleasure as his cock was drawn up into a tight, warm tunnel with velvet-soft walls.

“Fill me with your life and energy,” the mist devil breathed in his ear.  “I’ll make you feel so nice.”

Bate inhaled more of her drugged gas.  A pleasant buzz spread through his body and sent tingling fingers down to tickle his balls.  The clouds pulsed and throbbed around his groin, stroked and tickled.  Feather-light caresses brushed up his shaft, as light as mist and yet sensation enough to stroke him all the way to release.

He sighed into her smothering hands and his body bucked as he emptied a thick load of cum into the opaque fog wreathing his crotch.  The mist devil sighed her own pleasure.  The clouds thickened around Bate’s sex.  It was no longer feather-light strokes, but firm grips and lusty tugs.

Bate’s cock continued to throb as he expelled more bolts of semen.  They were drawn from him as if gulped down by a hungry gullet.  Dimly, he became aware there was something in the fog smothering his genitals.  He saw a knotted tube, pale like an underground-dwelling worm.  Bulges travelled down it and into the clouds he lay upon.  Each bulge came after a blissful eruption from Bate’s throbbing member.

“Don’t concern yourself with that.”  The mist devil tilted his head so he was staring into her pale, ethereally beautiful face.  “Inhale, and then release it all in me.”

Bate breathed in more of her perfumed gas and his perturbation melted away.  He relaxed back into her soft form and smiled as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

The throbbing bulges at his crotch grew larger as Bate grew weaker and colder, until finally, his vitality fully drained, the mist devil let his body fall onto the reeds and sodden mire.  She rose and left his cooling corpse behind as she drifted off in search of fresh prey.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome!! This was a brilliant idea and I hope we see much more of these! I also hope people who can draw make awesome art of monsters you create :D