The Cover of Night

Jeffrey Allison
3 min readJan 22, 2024

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To the Lure

Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

In the midst of darkness I could, but not see my doom! They way the demons laughed as the shackles grabbed my arms. The way the spirits wore me down. My soul felt, so heavy as the corruption occurred.

“Last Tuesday!”

“The night is beautiful!”

The light dimming from the shadow glass elegantly hung on her torso as her heartbeat, so fast. Her magic hung around her like the shadow from the light that blinded. Her nipples were hard from the stone we sat on passing through.

“We just killed him.”

“No, we massacred him!”

“We should of fucked him as well. Stripped him of his life and I don’t know?”

“Unspeakable evil, that makes even me want to flee. You should never say that.”

“Hah, it’s over! No army from his carcass to trouble his rest! No torment in the after life seems unjust from what he has done!”

“Bye, see you next slay.”

“Next slay!”

They kissed on the lips as normal though others were offended by them both being ladies. The tongues wrapped gross the elders, but the force they felt helped calm the magic. The magic was different in a swamp region. The monster was stronger there more hidden by the mist.

“What is happening in the bog?”

“I’m trying to see.” He said to her his muscles gleaming under the light.

Her ivory skin was like a stone statue pale and lifeless before them. She looked bloodless to the point of impossible. Her black hair hung around her as she had to tie it. He was still in his robe channeling the night spells. He propped on the tree by his cabin with the chill in the air nipping at them.

“Why, so late?” He asked puzzled.

“They are getting ready to strike against him, the mob.”

His long manhood had took her breathe away as he took off his robe and laid it over the rail. The foreskin still hanging uncut from the jungle birth now in a swamp. She was stuck mesmerized by it. Black as the darkest cave blinding with no light.

“You want to suck?” He laughed.

“No I want bathe though it has been a long journey.”

His whores wear laying around as the entered his cabin. He was channeling the energy around him. They needed the map to get to the spring for the next part of the big mystery. To fully acquire an ancient spell took time and other things to be had.

“Should I get naked, too.”

“Yes! You can be like the rest of us in ease and paradise like the garden before.”

“Your mad!”

“Still.”

She started stripping in the night all this graphic behavior worried her. Her body was curvy, full and muscled, but her breast was nothing like the ladies that lay around. She could not feel the wind on her torso.

“It’ll take all day to reach here.” He pointed on the map they had.

The one had came over and started to massage his life. His balls that hang beneath his cock.

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Jeffrey Allison
Jeffrey Allison

Written by Jeffrey Allison

Grew up in Oregon on the bay where I learn to live to write and read poetry where it ventured off into more story telling and how I got the chance to adventure.

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