[f4m] the devil keeps a skinny redheaded fucktoy
The thing in the woods was supposed to be a story…that’s what everyone in town said.
Don’t go near the old chapel.
Don’t follow the lights in the trees.
Don’t listen if something calls your name after dark.
Stupid local legends meant to scare children and entertain teenagers. My life at home was scary enough with a junkie mom and an abusive stepdad. I didn’t need ghost stories to be afraid. It was all bullshit.
Or so I thought.
Right up until the moment I was sprinting barefoot through the rain with blood in my mouth. My stepfather and his friends shouting behind me.
Then suddenly the woods stopped. The trees opened around a crumbling stone church half-swallowed by the hillside, its doors hanging open like a mouth. My stepfather was a very superstitious man. As fearful as he was evil, and I, the wise 19 year old, feared nothing but him.
So, I ducked into the church. Creeping along the decrepit walls until I found a nice dark spot to hide in. I could hear them shouting outside. I knew he wouldn’t come in…or at least I prayed and begged that he wouldn’t.
The church was quiet, just wind whistling as their voices echoed outside. Drunken laughing as one of their dirty boots crossed the threshold, smearing mud across the once ornate boards.
Then the laughter stopped. Not faded. Stopped.
The air in the chapel turned heavy enough to choke on, the temperature dropping so fast my skin prickled. Somewhere deep beneath the floorboards, something groaned. Long. Slow. Almost alive. It had felt cold before, but now it felt sub-zero and somehow…pulsing?
The man inside the church stumbled backward so fast he nearly fell, eyes fixed somewhere behind me in the dark.
Something large shifted in the dark with the patience of a starving thing finally waking up. Like a bear out of hibernation. The floor creaking and moaning under its weight.
“Run,” one of the men whispered.
And suddenly they were all scrambling over each other trying to get out of the church, crashing into pews and slipping in the mud like terrified children.
I didn’t wait to understand why. The second their voices disappeared into the storm, I got up too. I wanted to laugh, seeing them scared like that. Trying to choke down my own fear.
Or at least, I tried to. And then, all the humor left my body.
“Leaving already?”
The voice came from directly in front of me. Deep enough to feel inside my ribs and I froze.
Two burning eyes stared at me from the darkness beyond the altar.
Then you stepped forward.
Tall didn’t feel like a big enough word for what you were. Horns curved back from your head, massive wings dragging across the chapel floor. You looked less like a man and more like something wearing the shape of one badly enough to be unsettling.
And somehow…
Somehow I knew immediately that you had been there the entire time. Watching. Waiting.
My throat tightened.
“What…what are you?”
A slow smile spread across your face, sharp teeth catching moonlight.
“The answer to your prayer,” you said.
Then your eyes flicked to the blood running down my rain-soaked body and torn clothes.
“And unfortunately for you, little red…nothing is free.”
My heart was thumping against my chest, and felt pure, primal fear swell inside me. I wondered briefly if this was the lesser of the two evils. Then, as I felt compelled to move toward you, I realized it must be.
Your horns and wings, suddenly gone. Now, appearing as a normal, but unsettling and exceptionally tall, man. I knew the price, and I was going to pay it, whether I liked it or not.
Kinks: nonconsent turned to consent, opposite people, older guys, creampies, blackmail, size gaps, thick dicks
About Bambi: 5' even, straight red hair that goes to my mid back, little tits, innie pussy, bare