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Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

It was all Miles could but hold on for the ride right now, his legs growing ever more unable to keep him fully supported causing his hands to grip her shoulders just to keep himself upright. Sylvia didn't seem to be phased by it at all as she swallowed each and every time his cock sent another sticky gush into her mouth and she didn't let up with sucking until his cock had finally stopped. Her mouth slipped from his shaft and made his shaft feel twice as naked as usual the heat to be replaced by the chilly air on his saliva drenched shaft causing a slightly dazed blink as he remembered where they were and he bashfully and with shaking hands tried to stuff his still aching cock back under his costume.

Sylvia then noticed the girl whom had stumbled across them during the blowjob and practically told the rather stunned looking girl she had somewhere else to be even if it had been phrased as a question. She quickly left and Miles couldn't be sure if there was a strange cadence to Sylvia's voice but he dismissed it as it just being something due to being outside or him still recovering from one of the most intensely pleasurable and erotic experienced he'd ever had. He opted not to say anything hoping that the gloom had somewhat hidden his identity not that he recognised the girl and it felt a bit strange to still want to hide but old habits and a personality that bordered on chronic shyness it wasn't all that surprising, what was however and perhaps shouldn't have been was Sylvia's next words to him.

"More.. Private?" He said brow furrowing as he seemed to be already thinking of somewhere that would guarantee privacy all whilst adjusting himself though he couldn't diminish the flushed look he had. Taking her offered hand he lead them back toward the house remembering seeing an out building of some kind, he walked more quickly than before almost tugging Sylvia along as if the anticipation wasn't something he could easily control. They went clean around the other side of the main building and came to what looked like a disused or at least recently vacated guest cottage of some kind, the door was open but of course there were people in here although most had long since passed out. Weaving through them he found an unoccupied room even if it was massively spartan, a single mattress with a sheet draped over it were the rooms only contents and a lightbulb just barely strong enough to illuminate the room.

"I think this is as private as we get.. Without me taking you to my home that is." He said not stating it as an option but leaving it as a possibility none the less, he got the feeling Sylvia did as she chose and let no-one decide for her. At least that is how she seemed to the somewhat dazed Miles right now.
 
The woman's tongue slipped passed her lips a moment, licking around them as she swallowed what of his taste remained. While she did this, she also regarded Miles with a long stare, her head slightly tilted. Those serpentine eyes of her "costume" focused on him as she pondered what other tastes he could provide. How his very essence might compare to what she had, and how those carnal desires her body craved might feel. For certain--she wanted somewhere quite private to take what she desired from the young man.

Despite this, Sylvia was in no particular rush. Those hastened, eager tugs on her arm were met with the same unflinching strength she had displayed before. It wasn't even enough to make her falter out of step. What Miles came upon as far as a private place was concerned left much to be desired. It wasn't just the building nearby, but those inside too even if Miles had managed to find them an unoccupied room. That displeasure she felt was clear on her face, a frown that was just short of a scowl on those lips which had but minutes ago been wrapped around Miles' sensitive member.

"This is hardly what I would consider private," she stated, her eyes giving but a brief glance around. Comfortable was also not a word she'd use to describe it. If she wished for either, it seemed she would have to take matters into her own hands. Closing her eyes a moment, she reached out with an invisible tendril to probe, and pad at the walls of the current reality. It took only a few moments to find a weakened place, a break between her plane and Miles' own.

When her eyes re-opened, she approached him--keeping his hand held in one of her own, while her other moved to his shoulder to guide him until Miles' back was against the wall. "It is unlikely that your home would suffice either.... however, where I dwell... It is near. It would only take but a moment to reach there, and it would offer me all the privacy and comfort I seek." Those tendrils, as she spoke, pressed on the boundary. She phrased it as though a question, as though Miles had some choice in the matter and she hadn't already decided. In truth, it was just her keeping his attention away from the room as a whole lest he notice some odd happenings.

The flickering lightbulb. The sheets that shifted and swayed as though a breeze from an open gateway washed over them. The way the air near one of the walls distorted, and shifted, taking on the very faint glimmer and appearance of something akin to a broken mirror.

Her hand shifted from Miles' shoulder--sliding up his neck to grip gentle on his cheek. "You have no objections." It didn't have the intonation of a question, just a matter-of-fact statement. She silently wondered if his mind would survive the trip. If his body would survive her realm. There was but one way to be sure.
 
Whilst it was a relatively short trip from the tree where she had claimed him with her mouth to the small outbuilding he hoped would suffice it felt like a far longer journey than it actually was. In part due to how anxious he was at the potential prospect of more from Sylvia his heart was pounding in his chest and his cock still tingled with the memory of her lips, the second part was due to Sylvia herself. It was clear she was stronger than him making him wonder if she was some kind of fitness model or if he was just that weedy when it came to strength, everytime he tried to tug her in the right direction she barely moved, following very much at her own pace regardless of Miles' implied insistence.

After finally reaching the building and then the room the look on her face was that of disdain or disgust or something that definitely wasn't approval as she voiced her concern of the lack of privacy. "Well, I guess we can look around a bit mo-.." Sylvia continued speaking though and pointed out she could take him to her home instead and that it was close by earning her a nod in reply. Miles brow furrowed in thought slightly, surely if her home was closer it would have been better to suggest that first? Mentally shrugging as she placed her hand on his shoulder and backed him against the wall he was very much drawn back into the moment.

"So uh, where are we going?" He said as confusion began to build, unsure as to why they weren't moving toward Sylvia's home though he'd be glad when they did given the room suddenly felt very drafty. The whole event seemed a little strange but his mind simply dismissed it as the few mouthfuls of alcohol playing tricks on his senses but Sylvia's words and tone of voice didn't match up, as if she had decided for him whilst offering an illusion of a choice, maybe he had chosen this and he really did wonder what would happen when they did get to her home even if the shimmering walls were starting to worry at his sub-conscious, his mind sensing something was a little off.
 
The sound of glass shattering preceded the shards of reality crumbling away at the far end of the room; a glance of the pieces of the floor showed they still held the image of what had been there before, but now, in place of that was a swirling vortex. What remained of that part of the room seemed to be pulled, and twisted around inside the portal, like some kind of black hole consuming the matter around it. This happening just behind her was pointed with but a few words: "Where I dwell."

Sylvia's hand dropped from his cheek to the collar of Miles' costume, where she snagged a handful of the fabric. A step back, and she turned on her heel, tugging the young man toward that impossible sight. If he walked along, great, if not, she clearly had no issue with practically dragging him along. The closer the woman got to the precipice, the more her facade unraveled. Shadowy tendrils appeared coming from her back and physically holding the tear open, more stretched as shadowy hands across the floor. Her serpentine appearance looked less and less like a costume and far, far more real.

At the edge of the abyss, she'd tug Miles around before her and lean in to press her lips to his in a deep kiss. However, this time it was more than just a curiosity of physical interaction. It'd be a surge of pleasure, as if not just the memory of Sylvia's lips wrapped around his cock as he released into her mouth returned, but an echo of how it'd felt too. It'd even have that same weak in the knees feeling even, as she siphoned off just a little sliver of Miles' energy.

When she finally broke the kiss, she smiled, and shoved him backwards. Right into that vortex. What happened next, in those few moments, only Miles would know. Crossing between the barrier of two worlds was an uncertain proposition at the best of times, not even Sylvia knew what would come of it, or him; everyone, everything, reacted and responded differently. Whatever the case, Miles would eventually find himself upon the other side.

A bright moon shone down from a circle of dark clouds that rolled across the sky. The ground rough, like gravel, with a few sparse bits of dark grass. Across the ground, up to the knee, was a kind of fog, or mist, thick enough that one could momentarily scoop it into their hand before it fell back to the rest. Trees rose up from this earth and mist, stretching up tall into the sky and reaching toward the clouds with branches devoid of leaves; so packed in were the trees that one couldn't see more than thirty or forty feet in any direction sans up.

It wasn't cold, nor was it warm. It just... was, somewhere in that middle. There was a kind of ambiance in the air, rustling of the trees despite the lack of wind, the sounds of somethings moving out there beyond the edges of the dark. A constant drone of some kind of insect, but it wasn't simply a cicada or grasshopper. It was something else, something unrecognizable and alien. What's more?

Sylvia was nowhere in sight.
 
He could hear the sound of glass breaking around him, though he initially chalked it up to the party perhaps getting a little rowdy even as his senses started to tell him that something was a little off. As the room around them started to twist and pull into what he could only describe as a black hole his mind was having trouble grasping what was going on leading him to the tentative conclusion that he had perhaps been drugged or the alcohol wasn't agreeing with him even if he had only had a couple of mouthfuls. Miles mind was still having trouble processing the situation even as Sylvia's hand dropped from his cheek to grab a handful of his costume and pulled him toward it, his initial resistance meant very little as she simply dragged him along behind her anyway.

Even Sylvia herself seemed to warp and change in a way that his mind was almost refusing to comprehend in the first place and her costume seemed a lot less like a clever trick of make-up but he didn't have a lot of time to realise he might be in danger or that something was very very wrong with what his eyes were seeing. She pulled him into a kiss which felt different, it almost felt like when his cock had been in her mouth all over again his body felt a little weak as though he were preparing to orgasm right into her mouth again and then she shoved him backwards into that swirling vortex.

It felt like a strange sense of vertigo mixed with a lot of competing directions of motion as Miles mind almost frayed at the edges until he just closed his eyes hoping the dizzy sensation would pass and that he had just passed out or had some kind of bad reaction to something and was still in that room with Sylvia. When the worst of it had passed Miles opened his eyes to find himself somewhere else, the moon hung overhead still but it looked different much like everything else around him that had his heart-beat rapidly increasing as his anxiety began to spike.

The trees were, leafless, like wooden fence posts that rose into the nights sky making it difficult to see much in any direction as they were so tightly packed in and strangely leafless he spun on the spot looking around but there was no sign of Sylvia anywhere as he noticed the drone of some kind of insect pricking at his ears. Ordinarily not an unusual sound for cicada's or the like but this didn't sound like anything he'd heard before.

Pushing himself to his feet and dusting the gravel out of his slightly dishevled grim reaper costume he felt a little off-balance almost thinking he'd been drugged and dumped somewhere still not quite accepting he'd been shoved into some kind of blackhole as real. "Sylvia...?" He called out though something held him back from simply shouting to get her attention if she was even still around. Having little else to go on he simply picked a direction at random and started walking slowly looking for any sign of her even if the sound of something moving in the distance left him ill at ease.
 
'Sylvia?' The words left Miles' mouth, and then returned a second later as whispers: "SylviaSylviaSylviaSylvia." The name repeated several times, and from all around him, like the trees themselves heard his voice and echoed what he'd said back as a whisper. It was within those few moments that the ambient sounds faded as well, though they soon quickly returned as the whispers ceased. As did the rustling noises of something lurking just beyond sight.

There was no path. No easily distinguishable landmarks, at least where Miles had entered the realm. It was reallly just a case of sheer, blind luck that after a few minutes of walking something peeked out above the trees. It was a small, two or three story house on the edge of a cliff. There was a singular light on, visible in the topmost floor, though the trees obstructed the view of the hillside and the small pond beneath the cliff itself.

It was something to the nothing that had been there before. No doubt it wouldn't take more than a few minutes to wander over to, and up the hillside, however, a few minutes might be... trouble. For not long after the house was spotted, Miles' ears would hear a growling from nearby. The first growl came normally, but the subsiquent ones were whispered back to him just like the trees making identifying the source rather difficult. At best, it was close.

Then, like something out of a cheesy horror movie--a pair of red eyes appeared, low to the ground, amidst the mist. A second pair came shortly after, then a third, some ahead of Miles, some behind, some to his sides; it appeared to be a lot of them. Some looked to be directly on the trees, like the trees were mirrors reflecting the bright red eyes, but it was hard to say for sure.

One thing was sure: there was something out there, and near. There was also something in the house.
 
Even as the words left his mouth the strange echo didn't sit right in his mind, as if on some subconscious level he was aware something was very wrong with the world around him as Sylvia's name seemed to be almost whispered back at him from the trees. It pushed the sound of the rustling out of his hearing but as one faded the other replaced it. Miles kept walking in one direction having little else to really go on and finally some semblance of civilisation albeit not much of one, finally came into view.

It was just a small house perched on the edge of a cliff in a way that looked more than a little precarious like something out of a fantasy painting but where he was felt definitely real but the feeling of being lost was definitely more prevalent. There was at least a light on in the house so at least someone was around here, maybe he could make a call or at the very least find out where he was.

He wasn't sure if he would make it to the house in plenty of time given the growling seemed to be fairly close but the way it seemed to emerge from every tree in some kind of weird echo made it hard to figure out where it was much less how close it was. Red eyes seemed to appear in the mist first one pair then two, then more and more as if he had stepped into some cheesy old horror flick.

Opting to take his chances with the house rather than the growling he started walking briskly toward it or at least as much as the slightly rough ground and the long robe of his grim reaper costume seemed intent on hindering him every other step. A nervous chill went up and down his spine and his heart began the thump in his chest as he tripped and stumbled occasionally walking on all fours as he moved toward the house as quickly as he could hoping whatever was growling didn't get it's hands or claws on him before he reached relative safety.
 
Miles hurried through the brush, quick as his feet and clothing let him. Every few moments those red eyes blinked, in a rolling, wavelike way--not all at once, but originating from some point and echoing outward. As the cliffside home loomed, a soft sigh sounded, which swelled on the trees to sound as though the whole forest was sighing at Miles' almost pitiful attempt to flee. It was mixed with the occasional skittering noise of something following along at a liesurely pace.


He was able to make it unaccosted to the path leading up to the cliffisde house, a relatively straight, and clear incline toward the precariously perched house's dark, almost black wooden door that had a balcony just above overlooking the path. It was then that Miles' pursurer made itself known, but rapidly skittering up behind him, rising, and tapping him on the shoulder.

If he turned, instead of fled, the first thing to greet his eyes were a rather large bare of breasts and a bare chest--little zigzagging black tattoo-like markings on the lower belly, while dark purple locks spilled down around the feminine chest. On her black lips was a small frown, while her red pupils had a sullen look to them. That was where the 'human' part of the creature ended--extending from the top of her head were two red antennae, and beneath her human waistline was the long, multi-legged body of some kind of centipede.

A soft purple underside met with a darker purple top, with many dozens of pairs of red legs. Just beneath that navel was a slit in her carapace, revealing damp, moist folds, like that of an actual woman but whatever it was--wasn't that. If he paused--If Miles did turn and look instead of sprinting off--that brief glance was all he'd get. The next thing that happened was the Oomukade-lady dropping lower and moving her lips to bite and sink her teeth into whatever she was able to get her mouth on--fangs easily tearing through the fabric of the reaper attire.

Rather, had Miles the smarts to flee instead, he'd hear a sad little whimper... followed by the loud skittering sound of many dozens of legs upon the dirt giving chase as the woman dropped herself low and made a wavy, weaving path after him. Chasing him up the incline toward the house. It wouldn't go beyond the door, if he just managed to get inside and shut the door behind him, it'd thump into it and stop, but the question remained... would he even make it?
 
Whatever was following him the only way Miles could keep track of its progress was the appearance of those red eyes in the darkness but he couldn't help but feel as if he were being toyed with as no matter how fast he ran or stumbled ahead toward the house his pursuer always seemed just behind him. The stranger skittering noises of whatever it was chasing him only elevated his sense of anxiety and desire to escape it.

Making it to the path he followed the incline up hoping to make it to the door in plenty of time when something tapped him on the shoulder, letting out a startled yelp as he spun around instinctively to see who had tapped him on the shoulder. He half expected to see Sylvia which would bring some much-needed familiarity to a landscape which was slowing beginning to creep into his mind as being something more alien than familiar.

However, what he saw instead caused a decided pause as a rather generously sized pair of breasts filled his vision, strange zig-zagging tattoo's marked the flesh and purple hair quickly tugged his gaze upward with am embarrassed flush to his face. Whilst the woman before him clearly had human traits she had other traits which once again had him blinking in stunned disbelief as if still thinking it was some kind of drug or a side effect of the alcohol playing tricks on him but each blink only reaffirmed this 'woman' was definitely here and she definitely wasn't human.

Black lips, red eyes and a pair of strange antenna atop her head, would have been alien enough to confuse most minds or be an easy costume but below her waist was... A centipedes body? A very naked centipede woman whose sex looked much as he'd imagined a more typical woman's to look like but before his mind could even begin parsing the information his eyes were giving it she dropped down to waist height and bit through the fabric of his increasingly torn costume.

He yelped, expecting to feel pain as her teeth narrowly missed his largely flaccid shaft and sunk into his inner thigh, in fact, if anything it felt good a sensation which confused his brain no end. Instinctively he tried to turn and run but the strange pleasurable sensation in his leg confused his nerves and caused him to catch a foot in the lower half of his costume and topple over. A rather futile attempt at righting himself caused an odd twist in mid-air and he landed with an unceremonious thump butt first on the ground. "W-what do you w-want!?"

His voice had initially been intended to sound confident and imposing but had come out as a confused squeak as he tried to crawl back on his hands toward the house but having fallen over he doubted he'd get there before, whoever or whatever this woman was had done whatever it was she was intending.
 
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