; ; The question was asked by a young boy, ten winters in age. His black hair stirred in the cold, blustery wind of late fall; a strand of caught on a scar on his cheek, the results of an accident with a knife many years ago. As he spoke, his brown eyes looked over to his friends, a boy of eight and a girl of eleven years.
; ; His male friend shrugged and toyed briefly with the short, wooden staff he was carving. In his other hand, the curved blade of his knife sparkled in the cold sunlight. His face relaxed as his eyes unfocused in effort to come up with something. oohs After a second, he shrugged again, "No idea, Gerid... no idea."
; ; From the edge of the curb, her feet tapping in ice-cold water, she looked up at Gerid, "Are we going to Zoria's?"
; ; A hard wind slammed against her, blowing her hair into a massive bloom of amber brown. She reached up and pushed it aside, tucking it behind her ears for the few seconds it took for the wind to wiggle it free and and send it flying again. Her hands were soft, except from the occasional scratch of her needlework. Her other hand pushed down the edge of her dress, to prevent it from flying up in the harsh wind.
; ; Gerid made a face and looked out into the busy main street of Willow's End, "It's so far away. It'll take us at least an hour just to get there. I don't know, Laci."
; ; "Yeah, but she makes the best candies."
; ; The boy with the staff nodded cheerful, his hands still carving with the deft skill of someone who mastered the art. Under the blade, the image of some horned creature, powerful and snarling, was taking shape.
; ; Laci frowned and pulled face as she looked at the staff, "Why are you making that, Haron?"
; ; Haron grinned and finished a complicated curve along one of the massive claws. His back straightened as he spoke in a mock powerful voice, "With this staff, I shall command the demons themselves to gather our candy and bow down upon me."
; ; Laci stepped on the edge of her dress, to prevent it from exposing her as a hard wind slammed into all three children. Above them, massive clouds of bitter white slid majestically across the sky.
; ; "Careful with demons. Play with the too much and you'll end up their slave."
; ; Gerid scoffed, "How would you know?"
; ; Laci responded with the conviction of a girl of nine years who knew what she was talking about, "My mother."
; ; Haron shrugged and started a new line along the second claw, his artful fingers easily bringing shape to something he saw in one of his dreams. He worked in silence for a few seconds as Gerid and Laci argued about how much Laci's mother really knew.
; ; Looking up at the bickering two, he spoke quietly, "So, let's go to Zoria's? It's been over a month since we were there last."
; ; The bickering stopped as both children looked at the boy on the curb. The short staff, a meter and a half in length, rested on his thighs. All three found themselves staring at the staff for a few seconds before Laci responded.
; ; "Good idea, think our parents will come?"
; ; Gerid laughed for a second, bitter and angry, "Why? They aren't even bothering to come with us for the rest of treating? Why would they go an hour to see someone they don't like?"
; ; Haron sighed and set down his knife, letting the burning sensation of a hand cramp fade away. He's been carving the last three years of his life, but he still needed a break. He looked up at Laci and sighed again.
; ; "She lives so far out of town. They don't have the time to visit her and they never have the time when she manages to come here. It's as if she doesn't exist to them."
; ; Laci nodded, her innocent eyes sad with a realization far beyond her years, "It's horrible that no one likes her... except for the younger ones."
; ; "Yeah, but I've been avoiding her lately. She is getting strange."
; ; All three children were silent for a second.
; ; Gerid chuckled, "If it wasn't for us, she probably would be an insane old lady brewing potions over a cauldron, chanting some spell to enslave us all."
; ; Laci glared, "Between Haron's staff and your stories, it's amazing our parents let us out at all!"
; ; She jumped to her feet and stomped away. The boys grinned at each other and followed after her, Haron waving his staff and Gerid starting another intricate story of horror and darkness.
; ; ---
; ; Gerid was closer to the truth than he realized.
; ; Zoria was home, as always. Her small house was tightly shuttered against the pounding wind that rattled the loosely-fitted planks covering what was left of her windows. A heavy carpet shook in the door, her only protection against the cold of winter.
; ; The floor was hard-packed dirt, bits of straw and stones glimmered in the flickering light of the fire that roared in the center of the largest room.
; ; Zoria was standing there, wearing nothing but a short shift. Her soot-streaked face peered into a massive cauldron as she stirred it with a thick staff. Both of her hands, thin with age and shaking with stress, grasped the middle of the staff, straining to pull it around the cauldron. Tiny runes puckered the surface of the ancient wood as it slowly creaked through a thick brown muck that filled the black metal pot.
; ; She was handsome more than pretty, harsh lines showed many years of starvation and suffering. Long black hair, uncombed for weeks, plastered itself against her face and shoulders. Her breasts, soaking with sweat from the heat of the fire, clung to the shift, pressing out like two large melons begging to be freed.
; ; Her ass was framed on the other side, the sweat turning the thin fabric almost transparent as she bent closer to the cauldron to break up a piece of something with the dripping end of her wooden stick. Underneath, only her bare flesh pressed against the fabric; the fire was too hot to wear anything more. A faint hint of her dark pubic hair pressed against the sweat-soaked shift.
; ; The fire popped and sent a shower of sparks into the air, to drift up through the hole in her ceiling. Years of fires left a massive black circle around the clear opening into the sky, like a solar eclipse burned into her roof. One of the sparks landed on her breast, but she brushed it off with callused hands before it burnt her skin.
; ; Zoria was only thirty, but her face and body spoke of someone far older. Her posture was stiff from years of training, but her eyes told that more than age haunted her dreams.
; ; Finally, she rested the staff against the side of the cauldron and stood away from the sweltering heat. Her eyes felt themselves being draw into the corner, toward the "book".
; ; She found it almost a year ago to the day, a small book barely twenty centimeters square. The surface was covered in a thin, almost translucent leather over some dark wood. The metal fittings appears to be made of something oily and black, but she never noticed.
; ; The book was in the stump of a rotted tree and she picked it up. Something on the edge scratched her, causing a drop of blood to splash against the black lock of the book. It clicked opened. When she didn't open it, it locked itself again.
; ; It took her a month before she got the courage to prick her finger and open the book again. This time, she began to read it. The pages were the same thin, translucent leather. Thick runes glimmered on the page, swirling with a dark power.
; ; She read it anyways.
; ; As she tried to puzzle out the unfamiliar runes, she caught brief images of something with teeth, horns, and claws. She pushed it aside, focusing on the words, trying to find something she could understand. Soon, the desire to read the book became an obsession, a desire that kept her up for days at a time, puzzling over something that looked vaguely familiar.
; ; In her dreams, the book haunted her. The brief images of something continued to swirl around her dreams, never coming into focus; it's words teased her mind, always out of reach and understanding.
; ; It scared her more every day, but the book continued to obsess her. She spent day after day reading it, only taking a break to spend time with the children, on their occasional visits.
; ; She didn't notice when they stopped coming as often. It used to be every day, then every other day, then once a week. In the last month or so, they barely came every three or four weeks.
; ; Zoria didn't notice.
; ; She had her book.
; ; One day, after a horrible dream of violence and sex, she woke up screaming. Her eyes went to the book and she stood up, naked in the cool air. Something called to her and she slowly walked up to the leather bound obsession.
; ; Zora could read it.
; ; Words and runes came into focus, as if she was just looking at the book upside down. She found herself caught in the spell of the words, enjoying the hard, bitter taste of them as she spoke softly to herself, in a language she didn't know she understood. Her throat hurt from pushing out the words, but she let them come out.
; ; Months later, it still hurt to say the words as she chanted over her cooking. Smells of cooking chocolate flooded the room as she returned to stirring the massive cauldron with her staff. As she spoke, the harsh, guttural words tore at her throat. Each strange cadence, powerful in it's own manner, dripped power and energy into the cauldron, mixing with the dark brew of chocolate and spells.
; ; She continued to push the words out, each syllable hurting her chest as she had to force her tongue to move. Each thought that led to a spoken noise tore at her mind and sanity, but anger and revenge pushed her forward.
; ; Her hand gripped tightly on the staff until a trickle of bright red blood dripped along it's length. The drop dipped into each rune along it's surface, filling the pucker before cascading down to the next. Zoria continued to hold the staff tightly, stirring as she felt the cut rub hard against the rough wooden surface.
; ; As the first drop touched the surface of the chocolate, she whispered the first human words she spoke in a long time.
; ; "Blood of a virgin."
; ; The words felt smooth, too easy to speak. Part of her mind wanted to never speak the harsh tongue ever again, but the obsession grew inside her, begging her to continue.
; ; In the cauldron, the chocolate turned crimson; the red spread out faster and brighter than was possible for the few drops that fell into the candy, but soon it was the color of bright blood.
; ; Zoria found herself drifting away from the spell and forced herself to continue, to shout out the harsh words that tore at her throat. Her lungs screamed in agony, strained beyond her normal effort to breath as each syllable hung in the air for a second, gathering a haze of power around her.
; ; She felt the end of the spell, the last rune of power that burned in her mind. She carefully crafted her thoughts and struggled to speak out the last bit of the guttural language. As she started, she could feel her vocal cords rip, a thin trickle of blood choking her as she pushed out the word. Her internal organs twisted and pulled as the syllable burst out into the room.
; ; The fire flared up horribly, all colors except one burned away leaving an intense flame that burned pure yellow that scored her body without hurting it. The cauldron started to glow cheery red, then an intense white heat as the red chocolate inside boiled without burning.
; ; Finding herself light-headed, Zoria began to laugh a strange, insane noise. It echoed harshly against the brightly lit room, but only the book could hear it.
; ; ---
; ; Gwin pushed herself up from between Jacin's legs. Her tongue explored her own mouth, tasting the strange salty taste that filled her mouth with warmth and life. Her cheek was coated with cum, runny and thin, as it dribbled down along her neck.
; ; She glanced down at the boy in front of her, barely thirteen years of age. She just hit her own thirteenth birthday a few days ago and already considered herself a "woman". Her mother didn't think so, but Gwin thought she was too old anyways.
; ; Jacin was grinning, his mouth stretched as far as it could go as he looked up at Gwin with a mixture of awe and worship.
; ; "Wow... that was... wow."
; ; Gwin giggled at his lack of speech, then swallowed hard to clear her throat. Her own body felt strange, detached from her mind, as she let her eyes drop down to Jacin's hard cock.
; ; It was large to her. Only a few hairs sprinkled along the bottom against the two tight balls. His skin was smooth; after they got married in a few years, he would spend most of his time out in a field.
; ; Gwin knew she was going to marry Jacin. She called it "woman's intuition". Her mother called it "childish fantasies". The girl grinned to herself, after her mother finds out what she was planning, she would be forced to marry Jacin.
; ; Jacin sat up awkwardly, his muscles still getting used to moving with the sudden growth spurt he was going through. Gwin smiled and thought how handsome he was, strong and powerful.
; ; His hands reached out and brushed against her chest, stroking the hard nipples briefly, almost painfully. Gwin shied away, "Careful."
; ; Jacin looked down, ashamed, "Sorry."
; ; "They're sensitive. You have to be gentle," she emphasized the word and Jacin nodded. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, watching it shiver as it grew harder again.
; ; A dull desire burned inside her as she wondered what it would feel like inside her. If it would hurt as he entered her. Jacin caught her staring at his shaft and wrapped his fingers around it, waving it in her vision.
; ; He whispered with a hopeful sound and he smiled shyly, "Again?"
; ; Gwin answered by leaning back, pushing her panties down off her hips and onto the floor. Jacin watched with a groan, not believing his luck as he watched her tiny slit come into view. A few hairs gathered on her mound, framing the pink opening in a way that brought a hot sensation back to his shaft.
; ; A few drops of precum formed at his smooth tip and dribbled down the shaft as Gwin shoved her panties under his pillow, away from his father's sight.
; ; Jacin tried to figure out what to do with his hands, but Gwin seemed to know what she was doing. Gwin was making it up as she went, imitating the times she spied on her parents.
; ; With an awkward movement, she managed to pull herself over to Jacin and straddle his hips. His cock bobbed up and down with each beat of his heart as he saw the dripping slit poised right above the narrow length of his sex.
; ; His hands found themselves on her bare hips, aiming her slightly as she looked down between the two. His cock, barely ten centimeters in length, was immense to her as she worked herself up to take the plunge.
; ; The smooth shaft twitched again and she let go. Her body slid down slowly, feeling the spongy tip press up against her slit. The very tip pressed against her young clitoris, catching itself against her smooth lips.
; ; A few more tries, wiggling her hips, until she felt the very tip press against her virgin opening, already stretching the tightness around the throbbing head.
; ; Jacin held on, watching with rapt fascination, waiting for the next move. Gwin held her position, feeling the strange sensations flooding through her senses as she experienced something new.
; ; After a second, she pushed down, forcing the hard shaft deeper into her sex, sliding it into a place only her fingers have gone. It slide into the hot, wet hole until a pressure stopped them both.
; ; Jacin was in love, his eyes shining with worship as he watched his cock disappear into the tight hope, marveling at the wet heat that seemed to soak into him, sending a feeling of warmth through his shaft and into his balls.
; ; The pressure confused them both and Jacin looked up with disappointment in his eyes, "That's it?"
; ; Gwin shook her head, remembering her father's shaft as he rode her mother. She was hiding under the bed and watched in the mirror; she didn't make a noise because she didn't want her rear swatted.
; ; She pushed down again, trying to find how it fit in deeper. A pain built up inside her, convincing her to pull away. She almost did until she felt a strange, tearing sensation inside her.
; ; Feeling something give, she shoved down hard, shoving Jacin's cock past her maidenhood and into her pussy. Jacin gasped in surprise as the pressure built until his cock burst into the hot, wet depths of her virgin sex.
; ; Gwin panted, feeling his cock lodged inside her, deeper than she ever shoved her fingers. It feel hot and throbbing, pushing against her insides in a strange manager that made her desire more.
; ; Remembering her parents, she pulled up, gasping at the pleasure of withdrawing and the emptiness it left behind. Jacin saw his cock smeared with red, but he didn't think about it; he didn't know what it was except that it felt good.
; ; She pulled almost halfway off the hard shaft before letting herself drop again, shoving it back into her body. The pleasure built inside her, teasing her, begging her for more.
; ; They looked at each other, extremely joyful they found something so pleasurable. With a quiet understanding, Gwin pulled herself up to drop once again on his throbbing shaft.
; ; She was a woman.
; ; And there was nothing her mother could do about it.
; ; ---
; ; Next door, ignorant of what was going, Dori sat at the kitchen table, her feet swinging between the edges of the chair and up against the solid leg of the table. Her mother, tired of working ten hour days, ignoring the kicking noises as she stirred the pot of oatmeal. The warm smells of cooking teased her senses but it brought a shadow of sadness into her eyes.
; ; She looked over her shoulder, at the youngest of her three children. Dori was drawing large circles with a wax stick, some of the circles stained the wooden surface of the table, but were hidden compared the other years worth of stains that cleaning never seemed to remove.
; ; Dori was barely ten, bright brown eyes shimmering underneath a rich cascade of dark brown hair. Magie smiled, thinking her daughter would eventually break the hearts of many men; she just hoped that Dori's husband wouldn't die on her and leave her alone with four children.
; ; The brief thought of her eldest son brought a half-choked sob to her throat. He died less than five years ago, but the wounds still felt raw and painful every time she saw his face in her mind.
; ; Dori looked up at her mother's sob, her hand slowly stopping.
; ; "What's wrong?"
; ; Magie shook her head and stared at the pot of oatmeal. It was the last of the food in the house and she was already trying to think of what odd jobs she could do to pay for her next meal. The pot was depressingly empty, barely enough to feed three growing children much less herself.
; ; Once again, as she's done many times in the last few years, Magie considered killing herself, to end the misery. But something held her back. She looked over into Dori's bright eyes and figured she had too much to lose if she gave up now.
; ; Smelling the food was done, Magie poured out small amounts into three bowls. With a sigh, she flicked a few wet clumps into the bowls, scraping the pot clean.
; ; Setting it down, she carried all three bowls to the table. Dori grabbed hers and started to wolf it done, it was her first meal in close to twelve hours. Magie watched her daughter polish off the bowl with frightening speed.
; ; "Are you going treating?"
; ; Dori nodded, her mouth full. She tried to say something, but Magie's expression forced her to swallow before answering.
; ; "Yeah. We going to Zoria and to Boris and to Haron's and to Smith Street and to..."
; ; Magie laughed, "I get the point. Do you want me to come along?"
; ; Dori stopped, watching her mother for a second, "You don't want to."
; ; Tears started to well up Magie's eyes and she looked away, "If you need me, I will."
; ; The young girl knew what her mother was going to do instead. She shook her head, "I don't need you."
; ; Magie gave a quick glance of thanks to her daughter, wondering if Dori knew how much she was struggling. Dori grinned as she thought of something.
; ; "Gonna see Duket?"
; ; "Dori! That was uncalled for. We already had this conversation, Duket it not interested in me at all."
; ; Dori rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. He only has eyes for Jena."
; ; "I don't want to hear you telling anyone that. They have a right to their privacy."
; ; "But everyone knows, except for Hivin. He just runs the store and goes to bed late; I'm surprise he even bothers going home."
; ; Magie sighed and stopped as she heard something. Nodding her head toward the door she smiled at Dori, "Why don't you run off, I think I hear Gerid and the others walking down the street."
; ; Dori's face lit up as she launched herself away from the table to quickly hug her mother before diving through the door. Magie watched and listened for a few seconds before picking up Dori's bowl.
; ; She looked for anything to eat in it, but the young girl managed to lick it clean while she wasn't watching.
; ; ---
; ; The door rang to the general store and both Hivin and his wife, Jena, looked up. Jena's eyes started to shine as she saw the imposing silhouette of Duket framed in the cold sunlight. She hesitated for a second, then watched as her husband hobbled over to their guest.
; ; A brief flush of excitement filled her body, spreading out from between her legs as she blushed softly. Her hands resumed their task of dusting and sorting books, all twenty of them. Hivin was very proud of those books, they cost a small fortune.
; ; She lost herself in the task until she felt Duket walking up. Her eyes caught his, feeling the sensual heat from them until she realized her husband was there also.
; ; Blushing briefly, she focused her eyes on her husband. The scared face that filled her vision disgusted her, but she didn't dare divorce him. She had to stay married, for the children's sake.
; ; "Mr. Turnis has requested two apple pies for tomorrow. Do you have the time?" Hivin's voice was harsh and gravelly. He was born in Willow's End and he planned on dying there, running the store until his dying breath, just as his father did.
; ; Jena suppressed a shiver and nodded, "If I leave in a few hours, I can have them done tonight."
; ; Hivin nodded, "Because of the holiday, I'm not going to be home until well after midnight. So, I won't be able help."
; ; Jena smiled at her husband, but inside she was cringing and cheering at the same time, "I'll be find."
; ; Hivin looked at Duket, "Will that be acceptable?"
; ; Duket smiled at Jena, sending a hot flash of pleasure through her sex, "Great, I'll slide on over and pick them up about eight?"
; ; Jena blushed and smiled, "Seven-thirty if you want it hot."
; ; "Seven-thirty it is then."
; ; "I'll be waiting."
; ; Both of them only had eyes for each other and missed the dangerous glitter that burned in Hivin's eyes.
; ; ---
; ; Many hours later, a large mob of children invaded the path leading toward Zoria's house. The sun was beginning to dip to the horizon, sending red streaks of light across the entire sky. The wind continued to blow, tugging at clothes and hair as it ripped path. There was an angry bite to it, but none of the children noticed as they giggled and laughed as they moved.
; ; Zoria heard them coming long before they came into sight. The thick trees around her house tightened, as if in response to the primal destructive force of that many children.
; ; Her thoughts on her spell and the huge bowl of chocolate in her lap, Zoria just smiled to herself. As the first child, Lacin, ran into view, she smiled broadly and stood up from her chair. The mob was close behind them as they charged forward.
; ; Her hands shook as most of the children manage to shove close to her, peering into the bowl at the rock-shaped red chocolate. Sounds of "ohhs" and "ahhs" filled the air as they stared at the chocolate and at her with rapt worship.
; ; Zoria, happier than she has been in a long time, nodded. The children cheered as hundreds of hands dove into the bowl. Zoria felt the wood jump out of her hand, but none of the chocolate hit the ground.
; ; As the more aggressive children backed away, half of their mouths stuffed with the red candy, the more timid children looked at the empty bowl, sniffing.
; ; Zoria grinned and produced another bowl, this one larger. The timid children got more than a few handfuls before the first ones returned for thirds and fourths.
; ; "There's so many, Zor!"
; ; She laughed warmly, "Then take it home with you. I don't need it."
; ; There was a ragged cheer as they gathered more chocolate and shoved it into pockets and bags. Red-stained lips and cheeks filled her vision as the sugar high began to take it's effect on the young children.
; ; Screaming happily at the top of their lungs, the mob raced forth back to the village. Haron stayed behind for a moment, looking at Zoria with a strange expression. The woman looked back, confused.
; ; "Something I can help you with, Haron?"
; ; A few things stirred through his mind before he picked one.
; ; "You're lonely, aren't you?"
; ; "Not for long."
; ; Her words confused him as he got a brief image of his dreams. The staff felt suddenly heavy in his hands as he looked down at it. A master's skill looked back at him, almost lifelike except for the empty eyes of the demon-like creature on it.
; ; He felt a need push at him and he didn't resist it. Walking up, he hugged her tightly, as if he would never see her again. Tears started to pour down her face as she looked down at the child who cared for her. Only the children cared for her, not their evil parents.
; ; Haron handed her the staff, "This is for you."
; ; Without waiting for a response, he quickly away. Zoria watched him disappear into the trees, toward the village, then looked down at the staff. The face that was haunting her dreams looked back, a snarl of anger carved onto its face.
; ; Zoria screamed and threw the staff away. Without looking back, she ran into the hut and shoved the carpet back.
; ; ---
; ; As the mob reached the very edges of town, it split up like a horrible army. Streamers of laughing children poured into the streets, knocking at every door and demanding candies. Giggling filled the air as girls talked about boyfriends they wanted. Occasional fights over choice candies broke out, but they didn't last long and no one was hurt.
; ; The parents, watched and handed out treats, some toys but mostly candies. Very few gave away chocolate, only Zoria gave that away. They watched their children in joy, knowing they were safe in this small village away from the big cities.
; ; Laci and Dori were walking alone, their bags brimming was loot as they talked quietly to each other.
; ; "Where is Gwin?"
; ; "Didn't you hear?"
; ; "What?"
; ; "She and Jacin did it."
; ; "No!"
; ; "Yeah, Jacin told my brother he wasn't going because he had more important," she sneered the last word, "things to do. According to Jenith, they did it for over THREE hours before Gwin had to go home."
; ; "I wonder what it felt like."
; ; The two girls continued, trying to figure out what it would be like without having any clue. Their conversation quickly drifted to other topics, like Hivin's candies and Zoria's loneliness.
; ; ---
; ; An hour later, the curfew drew closer and the children filtered home. The town breathed a sigh of relief and started to lock the doors. Many of the parents went through their children's bags, stealing choice bits of candy and Zoria's chocolates. Most of the children didn't care, they hid most of it before coming home.
; ; ---
; ; Pivis crept toward the door to his house, listening. Muted screaming pushed through the thick wooden door as he listened to his mother yell at his father. In his mind eye, he knew his father would be cleaning or reading, barely paying attention to the almost constant bickering that swarmed around his mother.
; ; Hearing parts of her arguments, he caught on the words "candy" and "chocolate." Guess what his mother had in mind, he grinned to himself as he pulled out another bag and poured half of his loot into it. With care, he picked out another few handfuls of choice candies and Zoria's chocolates. Throwing the handfuls into the second bag, he shoved it between a few logs on the family woodpile.
; ; Shuffling his bag a little, Pivis took a deep breath and pulled his submissive personality to him. The carefully crafted persona was the only way he could survive his mother; any sense of defiance earned him a beating. His father couldn't do anything to save him; the last time he tried to stop her, he spent the rest of the week sleeping outside in the snow.
; ; Pivis sniffed and shivered, remembering the black toes of his father, before the town doctor had to cut them off. His mother scoffed and told him he deserved it.
; ; The intelligent shine in his eyes faded as he pulled his personality around him like a cloak of protection. It felt used and cold, with little life compared to the other characters he's created over the years.
; ; Letting the dull, unemotional mind flood through him, he shuffled to the door, swinging his bag listlessly.
; ; As his foot reached the doorstep, a bright light flared around him. His mother reached out with both flabby hands. Pivis found the urge to dodge and let her grab him around the shoulder. Her thick fingers pinched down hard on his right shoulder as her left fumbled for his bag.
; ; Pivis' fingers were almost crushed as she forced her fingers into the loops of the bag and shoved his out. With a ripping sound, she yanked the bag away from him and shoved him into the brightness of the room.
; ; He stumbled, trying to drop near the ground, but he wasn't fast enough to avoid the bag of candy as it swung around to slam him in the back. The force of the blow threw him forward; Pivis felt his knee protest as he landed hard on it.
; ; Forcing his mind to still, he waited for the second blow. When it didn't come, he listened for his mother's actions. The shuffling sound brought a half-hidden smile to his lips; she was digging through his bag of candies.
; ; A mew of pleasure escaped her thick neck as she pulled out a large hunk of Zoria's chocolate. With a disgusting grunt, she shoved the bright red chocolate into her mouth and slobbered around it.
; ; "Go to 'ya rum, boi!"
; ; Pivis barely understood her, but he knew what he said. With a dejected sigh, crafted to keep her away from him, he pushed himself off the ground and toward the ladder leading into the attic.
; ; Binia ignored him, sorting out the candies she wanted and throwing aside the healthy or sour types. Her mouth was stained red with the crimson chocolate, but she didn't seem to care. Her fingers found more of Zoria's chocolate and she stuffed it into her mouth.
; ; Pivis crawled up the ladder and sat down on his bed. He heard his father mount the ladder behind him and take a few steps up until his head peeked up from the square of light.
; ; "You okay, boy?"
; ; Pivis nodded, feeling his dull personality begin to slide away.
; ; "Good. Did ya hide some of it?"
; ; The boy nodded again.
; ; "Smart boy."
; ; Pivis' father started to say something else, but closed his mouth slowly as he heard Pivis' mother moving around again. Sadness filled his eyes but his father nodded once more and crawled back down.
; ; Pivis sat there, fully clothed, thinking and planning. After a few of minutes, he crawled over to the cracked window and looked out. He saw the quiet shadows of someone waiting for him and smiled.
; ; With deft fingers, he silently pushed the window open and crawled out on the room. His ears straining to hear his parents, he moved across the tiled room.
; ; He jumped down on the massive pile of wood, organized so he would land safely. A few logs threatened to cascade down, but a carefully hidden rope prevented them. Pivis smiled and thanked his father as he headed over to the gathered children.
; ; Inside, Pivis' father, Jon, was beginning to gather the dirty dished and place them in the sink. His wife was sitting in her chair, sorting out Pivis' candies and gobbling down the choice bits. Her chin and throat were coated in half-melted sweets as she shoved fist after fist of her only son's candies into her mouth.
; ; He started to sweep up the candies she threw on the floor when she shoved her large bulk away from the table and stood up.
; ; "I'm going to bed with a real man."
; ; Jon looked up with sad eyes as she cackled at him. Grabbing the bag with one hand, she stormed off into the bedroom and slammed the door. Jon's eyes slide to the couch, making sure his blankets were still there, before going back to cleaning.
; ; A few moments later, he heard the grunting of his wife as she fucked herself with a massive dildo.
; ; He hated that dildo. She brought it home soon after Pivis was born, showing it to him with an undisguised glee. It was massive, 30 cm in length, and polished smooth with years of use. She dragged it out on him, comparing his own length against the wood's and proclaiming her love of wood.
; ; Jon sighed, "Looks like another night of me and my hand."
; ; He bent over to start collecting the candies, brushing off the dust and putting them into a bowl for his son, when he came back home.
; ; From behind the door, he heard the first of many orgasms of his wife.
; ; He hated the dildo.
; ; He didn't care for his wife either.
; ; Some houses down, Duket was thinking he really liked Jena. She just happened to be married to Hibin, but that never bother him. The old man should be happy enough being married to her. Her firm body was wasted on the old man and his foolish store.
; ; His feet almost floated over the paved street as he drifted down the street to her door. The sweet smells of her apple pie slipped out between the cracks. Duket breathed deeply, enjoying the scents as he tapped on the door lightly.
; ; The door opened slowly as Haron looked up into Duket's eyes. The older man smiled down, his white teeth sparkling in the torchlight as the sullen boy waited. In his right hand, a fresh stick of wood already had signs of being carved.
; ; The older man's eyes looked over the wood, then frowned as he saw the disturbing images of death and demons already forming in the wood.
; ; "You shouldn't carve those things."
; ; Haron looked up with an expression of disapproval, "Mother is in her bedroom, as usual."
; ; Duket sighed and rolled his eyes, "Thank you. Try not to watch."
; ; "I won't," Haron's voice dripped with disgust as he pushed past the older man and stepped into the street. Duket didn't look back as he entered Jena's house and shut the door behind him.
; ; A few steps brought him past the kitchen and the two pies sitting on the table, and to the door leading into her bedroom. His manhood stirred in his pants and he gripped the door knob tightly.
; ; He shoved the door open.
; ; Behind, Jena was waiting for him. Her body was barely twenty-five winters in age and almost glowed with the repressed sexuality burning inside her. Duket's jaw dropped with a sigh as he hungrily gazed over her naked body.
; ; Her breasts, two small but firm mounds, pressed up into the air, begging for his mouth. Pink nipples ached to be touched, the smooth nubs standing at attention for him.
; ; Her light brown skin was flush with excitement as she sucked on her fingers, cleaning off the last of the crimson chocolate from the tips. Her eyes burned sensuously, promising many hours of pleasure before her husband returned.
; ; Duket's eyes drifted down her body, his cock surge to life as his gaze slide between her naked legs. Her thighs were hooked on the arms of the chair, spreading her sex open like a pink butterfly. A few drops of excitement glittered in the torchlight as he hungered for her. Nestled against the opening of her sex was a sphere of red chocolate; a few red stains dripped from her sex and between her thighs where the heat her own excitement was melting the candy.
; ; Moving forward dreamily, he let his clothes fall to the ground. Jena giggled, watching his hard body come into her view. Her feet curled, pulling her thighs further apart as the chocolate threatened to slip out of her wet opening.
; ; Duket dropped to his knees, his eyes full of worship and his cock full of lust. He leaned forward, as if bowing, but his hungry lips reached for her bright pink folds and the blood-red chocolate nestled within.