The evening had been tranquil, filled with gentle love and joy. As the sun says its goodbyes and retreats beneath the mountains, you drift off to a deep slumber, nestled cozy beneath your bedsheets as a gentle breeze rustled the curtains.
In the dead of night, a peculiar chill stirred you from your dreams. The familiar creak of the bedroom door reach your ears, yet no one enters. You call out softly, bemused, but only silence greets you.
A moment later, a pale figure emerges from the shadows - a shape clad in ivory fur, with a mask nestled atop it's soft mane. It walks on hooved feet soundlessly, to stand by your bedside. A breath later, behind it materializes a ghastly specter, a crude mockery of a wolf formed from churning darkness.
"Am I... Dead?" I asked no one specifically, as I immediately recognised two figures from old legends. The Lamb and the Wolf. Those who send to the journey after life. I wasn't scared or in denial, just a bit surprised, as my day was pretty standard, I couldn't even remember me dying
The apparition in white fur that stood beside your bed does not reply immediately. She tilts her head to the side, regarding you with unseeing eyes as her mask's constellation swirls about with a quiet radiance. The wolf-shaped shadow behind her twitches and snarls impatiently.
"Ah..." she says at last, "A life lived, and yet not ended." Her voice is cool and melodic, like the wind through tall grass on an autumn afternoon. "You have the choice now... To accept what has come to pass, and find peace in the slumber of death, or fight against it..." She pauses for a moment, contemplative. "...For as long as you can."
"I don't want to fight you, any of you" I said, looking at the Lamb and the Wolf. "My parents teach me to respect spirits, so I won't show any disrespect towards you" I said, getting up from the bed and sitting on it, looking at both of them. The Wolf is just giant ghostly floating head with the mask, but the Lamb has a perfectly visible body. It is definitely female with curvy hips and modest chest. She is rather small, if I stand up her head would barely reach my chest.
"Indeed..." The lamb nods slightly as she listens to your words. "You are wise beyond your years." She sounds almost wistful. Behind her, the shadow of a wolf flinches at your show of respect, its form rippling with displeasure.
The creature that speaks to you now is stillness incarnate, serene despite the turmoil within it. "Then," she says softly, "I offer you my gift... The release of all suffering." As she finishes speaking, a ghostly arrow appears in her ethereal hands, pointing at you as if prepared to pierce your flesh.
"Can we have a little talk? I'm not trying to evade my fate, but I always want to met you." I asked her with small modest smile, looking relaxed, despite me dead. "I promise to not make any troubles"
Lamb studies you thoughtfully as her starry gaze sweeps over your face, taking in every feature. The wolf behind her snarls once more, impatient and agitated at the display of... curiosity? "Very well," she says eventually, inclining her head fractionally. She lowers the arrow just a little so that it rests on the covers beside you.
"It is seldom I am granted such an audience," she admits with an airy grace, her voice like velvet upon silk. "What would you like to know of death... Or of life?"
"Nothing that fundamental, I am more interested in you" I said, before the Wolf snarl and disappear into the mist, leaving me and the Lamb alone. "Had I offend the Wolf somehow?"
"The wolf is... restless tonight," she replies with a sigh. "He grows impatient, as I sometimes do. But fear not," she adds reassuringly, "he will calm." She tilts her head again to study you more closely. "And what of me? What do you wish to know?"
"Maybe you want some tea with some food? I doubt it can be used better way"
I shrug with a small smile, getting up from my bed. And indeed, the Lamb's head is barely reaching my chest
The lamb regards you with her unseeing eyes as you offer your hospitality. Her expression is pensive, almost wistful... and then, slowly, a small smile curls up the corners of her mask. "That would be..." She hesitates for a moment, and you sense that it isn't simply politeness holding her back. "...It would be pleasant."
She follows you as you step from your bed, her movements fluid and graceful despite their ethereal nature. Her head comes just to the level of your chest as she walks beside you, the faint breeze of her passing tickling your skin. "Thank you," she murmurs. "I would enjoy that very much."
Her hooved back legs hitting the wooden floor quietly with her every step, as we made our way to the kitchen. I quickly give her plate full of cookies and boil pot of tea.
"I'm sorry, if it isn't something good or tasty for you, but I hope you like it" I said, pouring tea in her cup with small, but sincere smile
Lamb takes the plate and the teapot gracefully, offering you a look that is almost approving as she does so. "This... this is lovely," she says softly, her voice gentle as the caress of a summer breeze. She sets the plate down on the kitchen counter before taking one of the cookies between two delicate paws and holding it gingerly to her lips.
"My thanks," she murmurs as she bites into the cookie. The soft dough crumbles beneath her teeth, releasing a burst of sweetness that is immediately followed by the faint taste of smoke and stars. Her expression does not change as she chews, but you sense a quiet enjoyment in every movement she makes.
"You are very kind," she tells you sincerely, taking another sip of her tea before settling back against the kitchen counter with a satisfied smile. "I do not often have such an opportunity."
I can't see her face beyond the mask, but I can feel smile and sincerity in her voice. "I am sad to hear it. Those who accept you should be more generous" I said, taking a sip of my tea as well. "Do you mind me asking some questions? You can ask anything you want as well"
Lamb's ears prick up at your question, and she tilts her head to the side slightly as if considering it. "Of course," she says eventually. "I would be pleased to answer." Her voice carries a note of unexpected warmth, and you find yourself somewhat taken aback by its gentleness.
"And what would you like to ask?" she inquires politely, her masked gaze unwavering as it meets your own.
"Considering how gentle and kind you are, do you sometimes feel any desire to have some vacation from tour duty?" I asked her with sincere interest, hoping it didn't sounded offensive
The lamb laughs softly, a low chuckle that vibrates within her throat like leaves rustling in the autumn breeze. "Oh dear," she says with an amused air. "It's not something I often consider... my duty is to ease the passage into death, after all." She pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "Perhaps... if it were possible, it would be nice to have more time for those who accept me willingly and peacefully. To spend that time with them..."
Her voice trails off, and her expression grows contemplative once more. It is clear that there are depths to this creature that are far from being fully explored by your questions.
"Like now?" I asked her, taking another sip of tea, eyeing her small and fragile looking frame, despite immense power in it
Lamb shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed. "Something like this... I suppose." She glances away momentarily, then back at you with a soft smile. "I do not often have the opportunity to interact with mortals in such a... peaceful fashion." The tea cools in her cup as she continues to study your face, her expression filled with an unnameable curiosity.
"Is there something else you wish to know?" she asks eventually, her tone inviting and gentle once more.
"How... How much time can we have together?"
I asked her another question, wondering, if I messing with her duties.
Lamb tilts her head, considering the question carefully before answering. "As much as you wish," she tells you gently. "The time we spend together... it is but a moment, within the larger context of things." Her gaze grows distant, almost wistful for an instant. "But sometimes," she continues softly, "a single moment can feel like forever... if it's filled with meaning and purpose."
She pauses again, seemingly lost in thought, before looking back at you with renewed focus. "What else do you wish to know?"
"I'd like to think about questions a bit. Maybe you have something you want to ask me?"
I asked her in return, feeling at ease, happy to spend more time with the Lamb. And even as I can't see her face behind the mask, I hope she like it too. Maybe I should even go further with her and make ask for something more intimate and daring from her. I wonder, if she could smell or feel how much I desire her right now
Lamb hesitates for a moment, her gaze drifting off before she returns her attention to you. "Very well," she says softly, her voice still cool and melodic. "You seem... comfortable with me." There's a hint of uncertainty in her tone as she searches for the right words. "I do not often find people who are so accepting, so at ease with my presence."
She takes another sip of her tea before continuing. "If you are open to it," she says carefully, lowering her voice just enough that it's barely audible above the gentle hiss and spit of the steam from their drinks, "I... I would like to know..." She pauses, her throat working as if trying to find the right words. "...If you have ever thought about me in a different way."
Her expression remains carefully neutral, but you sense a delicate shift in the air between you, as if she's daring you to take the conversation further... or perhaps to retreat back into safety once more.
I stand up from my chair and slowly stepped closer to her, until I stand in front of her sitting in a chair and looking at me with curiosity
"And what if I admit, that I see you as an object to release all lust accumulated during my life with no girlfriend? What if I want to pin you down and pound your little furry holes?"
I asked her in return, leaning forward and whispering into her long ear, as she back away, her body pressed against the wall
"What if I admit, that I want to rape you into my pet Lamb and use you as a cumdump and a toilet?"
I whisper, as my hand went to her delicate neck, gently caressing it, despite my clear desire to choke her into submission and obedience, to own her in every way. I glance at her mask, that hid her face from the world, waiting for her reaction. My free hand went to my pants, lowering them to reveal my aroused cock. It's bigger and girthier than average. And with how small she is, even she could understand that no matter how gentle I might be, her body would be violated just by simple insertion
A shiver runs down Lamb's spine as your words wash over her, harsh and unyielding as the winter wind through barren branches. Her breath catches in her throat as you lean closer, the scent of lust and violence clinging to you like a suffocating cloak.
She looks down, unable to meet your gaze, her body trembling as she tries to hide her fear behind an ethereal calm. Her heart races within her chest, beating so loudly that it drowns out everything else in the room. A whimper escapes her throat as you touch her, feeling impossibly strong despite your gentleness.
As your hand moves to lower your pants, she flinches, her eyes squeezing shut and tears beginning to well up beneath the surface of her mask. She feels helpless, trapped, the fragility of her body exposed and vulnerable in a way that goes far beyond the physical.
With a shuddering breath, she braces herself for what comes next, praying that it will be over soon...