The First Statue

The bridge looked like it would collapse from the weight of a flea, let alone two grown adults. Leigh examined the half rotten posts while Dennis waited nearby with growing frustration. So far, the weekend had not gone according to his hopes. He drove up to visit Leigh with the clear implication they would spend the weekend hanging out at her apartment and making the most of their time together. The more he thought about it, the less he appreciated having a kooky out of town girlfriend, even if she did put out. “Babe, you can’t seriously expect us to cross over that thing. We’re in the middle of no where and the current looks strong. If one of us falls in…”

“We’ll wash about two hundred yards down stream and safely crawl out, a bit wet for our troubles. Believe it or not, this is the easiest way to get across with the least likelihood of getting wet.” She stood up and brushed off the knees of her jeans, making certain to give her ass an extra wiggle to calm him down. “You can swim, right? And you know how to not hit your head on rocks?” She watched him shrug with frustration. “We’ll go one at a time. Me first. You can watch me walk across.” Leigh flashed him a smile. Only a little while left to keep up the ruse.

She tested the first board to find it firmer than expected. Carefully, she lowered her full weight on it. She gripped the ropes tight, but doubted they would help her if she toppled into the water. The second step splintered, but held. So it went, step after step. Three broke. Two of those she saw as rotten from the start and kicked them into the river. The third gave her a shock as it cracked under her light weight. Dennis weighed sixty pounds more than she did, and the trip would be a bust if she had to spend the next two hours fishing him out of the river. As she arrived on the far shore, though, she temporarily forgot about her companion. About twenty yards from the river bank, she saw one of the statues.

“Hey! You’re not even watching!” Dennis called from halfway across the bridge. “If I fucking fall in…”

Her excitement would have to wait. She made a wide-eyed face at him. “Come on then. It’s not going to get safe with you standing on it.” Her attention back on the bridge, she heard the high pitched whine of overstretched fibers. “Dennis,” she called again, trying to hide the urgency in her voice. “Hurry.”

Dennis tried to speed up, but his legs felt more and more like jelly with each step. T he bridge began an uneasy sway. He made it two thirds of the way across when the first rope snapped. “Shit, fuck!” He screamed grabbing hold of the other side. The whole left slide went slack, but stayed up from the bottom of the two ropes. His eyes went to Leigh for help, but instead of seeing concern he saw a deep contempt. The river churned four feet beneath him, even the fall would sting. Moments passed and nothing happened. The ropes creaked and the boards groaned, but nothing else broke.

“You have to move, Dennis,” Leigh said, dead calm.

He nodded. Hand over hand and carefully putting each foot in the firmest place possible, he made the rest of the journey. Leigh grabbed him and pulled him off the bridge at the end, letting him fumbled to the ground. She didn’t console him or even watch over him, instead turning her attention to the bridge. She brought out a knife and sawed through the rest of the rope. “What the hell are you doing?”

“The bridge isn’t any use to us now,” she said. “Unless you want to try and go back across?”

“I mean, no, but how will we get back.”

The rope snapped and the bridge fell into the river. Leigh pulled out a weathered journal. “There’s a natural crossing about three miles south of here. We can cross there, but then we have to hike around a gully to get back. Six or seven miles to get back.”

“God dammit, Leigh,” he groaned. “You’re telling me it’s another damn ten miles just to get back where we started? It’ll be night by then. What about my car?”

“What’s going to happen to your car, Dennis? Think a bear will steal it?” She took a breath. Dennis was bigger than her. Even with the knife, trying to get him to go along with her the rest of the way would be difficult. No, she needed to play sweetie for a little while longer. “Come on. Don’t be upset. I still have our special plan in mind. You didn’t lose the blanket did you?”

He checked his pack, a small grin spreading across his face. “No, I still have it. Awful long way to go to do this, though. We could have gotten away with it at the park near your apartment, not fifty miles into the wilderness another six on foot.”

“This place is special,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “Come on.”

She helped him to his feet, making sure he got the opportunity to catch the scent of her perfume. Leigh returned to perusing her journal. Dennis first saw the small book on their third date. They went the history museum at his college. It wasn’t a place he would have thought to go in a dozen lifetimes, but Leigh asked about it on their second date. He wondered why she had such a keen interest in the local history of a place she didn’t live. Nor did he bother to consider why she would have a small journal with details of local culture. He wasn’t so dim as to not notice the book or the oddity of her interest, but he never connected the two into a larger idea.

Leigh played up the naivety bit as much as she could. She hated all the hair spray and bangles, and she thought the washed-out high waisted jeans looked silly. Dennis liked it though. He wanted a girl who looked like she stepped off MTV, but still naive enough to allow his machismo to rule the relationship. Leigh couldn’t believe her luck when she found him. She thought fishing for a sacrifice would be difficult, but no one would miss Dennis much.

They walked to a clearing not too far from the river bank. Statues loomed out of the shadows of the forest. They watched the newcomers with lifelike gazes. The nearest was a statue of a wolf. Leigh walked to it and touched it with a smile. “Hello again,” she whispered.

“This is the place?” Dennis asked. “Who puts all these statues out here?”

“I told you. They were a project in the fifties.” It was a lie. The truth needed to wait a few minutes more. She consulted her journal again. Twelve statues surrounded a clearing, each a certain distance apart. From a glance, they seemed set at random intervals, but on Leigh’s map they made a very clear symbol. “This way,” she said. She moved through the clearing quickly, pointing to each of the statues as she pinpointed the exact spot. “Here,” she said. “Give me the blanket.”

“Oh, now? Is this some kind of adrenaline thing? You watch me almost fall to my death and want to get it on right away?”

“No, silly. We still have to get some romance in,” she cooed. “I’ll tell you what though. You’ve put up with me all day so while you get the pallet ready, I’ll give you a little taste of what’s to come.” She put her things down and unbuttoned her jeans. They came down her plump thighs with some difficulty. She turned her backside to Dennis when she removed her panties, giving him a full view of her ass and pussy in broad daylight. He grunted and moved to grab hold of her hips. “Ah-ah, not until the pallet is down. If you can’t concentrate, I’ll have to get dressed again.” For added emphasis, she pulled off her top, letting her breasts swing free. It felt good to be naked in the woods again. Dennis’s erection strained to be released. “Of course, a girl likes to see her man, too, you know.”

Dennis didn’t need further instruction. He pulled off his clothes as quickly as he could. She pointed him back toward the pallet, and he started to work quickly. While he was distracted laying out the blanket and small picnic they’d brought, Leigh turned her attention to her own work. With her journal in hand, she began to write symbols into the earth around the pallet by scraping her finger through the earth. “What’s that?” Dennis asked, coming to stand beside her. His cock bobbed near her shoulder. She looked at it with amusement. He thought himself a larger man, but she doubted he’d seen another cock in his life. He was small by most standards, a puny four inch thing when he was most excited.

“It’s a blessing. Would you like to hear what it says?”

“One of those praise the earth mother things? You know I don’t go for that stuff.”

“I think you’ll like this one. Kaleth eroae vas trictus.”

An odd cold sensation hit the small of Dennis’s back. His legs went out from under him in an instant. His arms could barely move and only with intense concentration. “Leigh,” he said, relieved he could still move his head. “Something is wrong with my legs. God I can’t move them.”

“Of course not. It wouldn’t be much of a paralysis spell if you could still get up and run.” She grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him over to the pallet. “Technically, it turns you into a human dildo, but I’m not sure ancient druids had a word for dildo.”

Dennis couldn’t feel much below his waist, but he could certainly feel his cock. It kept throbbing seemingly harder and harder each second as Leigh moved him around like a rag doll. “This is a gag, right? You gave me something? Some kind of sedative. Look, if you’re into this kind of kinky shit, you don’t have to surprise me. Shit, what guy wouldn’t want to be a human dildo for a girl as hot as you.” A knot of bitterness lodged itself in his throat. His voice cracked as fear punctured through his ego. The news kept talking about Satanic rituals and heavy metal music, but that was nonsense.

She moved his legs slightly together and left his arms out straight from his sides. “Your tongue still works, obviously. Feel free to keep it still if you want.” She grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. Instantly, Dennis came. Cum bubbled out of the tip of his dick as she pulled her hand away. “And that seems to work too. Even after all I’ve seen and done, I still don’t ever really trust any of this to work.”

“What are you talking about you fucking psycho bitch,” Dennis yelped once the wave of pleasure subsided. He couldn’t feel his legs, but he could feel the quickly cooling cum splattered all over his thighs.

Leigh laughed. “It’s a bit like one of those James Bond films, isn’t it? I’ve got you all tied up and helpless so it’s time for me to reveal my evil plan, of course. Except you’re not a super spy. Trust me, Dennis. I know it’s a little brutish, but could you imagine how you’d have reacted if I tried to explain it to you. First, you wouldn’t have understood it at all. You’d have written it off as some free love foolishness. That’s what your dad would have called it, isn’t it? You try so hard not to be like him, but its still there. Rotting you from the inside until you turn out exactly like him in the end. Bitter, closed off, and societally castrated. You’ll be grateful. Assuming you survive.”

“Survive?! What the fuck are you going to do? I swear, when I get up —”

“When you get up, you might have more than two legs. Look around you. Can you see them? The animal gods of this land bound and leashed inside those statues. I’m going to break those damn chains. I’m going to free us all.” She withdrew several small vials from her pack. She opened each in turn while muttering under her breath. When she finished her incantation, she poured the vials across her chest, letting ruby liquid run down her breasts and across her nipples. Withdrawing a second set, she moved over to Dennis and knelt beside him beginning to mutter again. She noticed his breathing getting a little too erratic. “Calm down,” she said. “It’s not goat’s blood. It’s water and molasses mixed with the honey of a special beehive. It’s been blessed by a coven. Unfortunately, it only works in spots like this one, otherwise it would be the most valuable substance on the planet.”

The liquid poured over his cock, mingling with his spent cum. The throbbing sensation returned to his manhood followed quickly by a scintillating burn. “Leigh, please, let’s talk about this, huh? What’s that doing to me it…it feels…holy fuck.” He craned his head up to look down at his cock. It grew before his eyes, throbbing larger and larger by the second. He wanted to grab it and feel what a seven inch cock felt like, but his hands remained limp at his sides. The throb continued as another burst of pleasure hit him, cum spraying out again. To his surprise, Leigh lowered her mouth over the spurting dick, taking a sample of his load. Her lips on the head of his swelling cock made his whole body jerk with rapture.

“Hmm,” she said, smacking her lips together. “A few minutes more. See, Dennis, it’s not all bad. You get to walk away from this with at least a ten inch cock with cum that tastes like honey. If you’re able to walk at all with those cum factories between your legs.”

He couldn’t see them, but feeling returned to his balls. They felt full and pressed between his slightly spread legs. “Ok, Leigh, ok. Please. Tell me what’s happening here. So far, I’m not seeing a reason for you to paralyze me. Fuck, tell a guy you’re taking him to the woods to give him a giant, magic cock, and who’s going to say no.”

“I did mention the question of your survival,” she said as she wiped her hands clean. “Let’s see, where do I begin? What can your small mind handle with so little blood going to it?” She opened her journal again and turned to a new page filled with writing. Going from the diagrams and words, she started to paint symbols on her body. “When Europeans came to America, they brought their religion with them, of course. When my people came, we brought ours, too. Call it druidism or paganism. We came here as refugees from the religious oppression of Christianity. We came to the places of the earth where Native Americans had long nurtured their gods. My people beseeched these new gods for their favor and many received it. This place, this forest was the domain of a splinter of the trickster god. My predecessors called it Byleth.”

She paused her efforts to examine the runes on her body. Satisfied, she turned to Dennis’s chest, beginning to mark him with corresponding symbols. His cock stopped growing at nine and a half inches by her guess. A steady trickle of precum oozed from the engorged head while his balls throbbed between his legs. He looked so pitiful. His hands kept twitching as he tried to move, most likely not to fight her off, but to touch himself. She imagined the frustration to be excruciating, but the more he wanted it, the more potent her spell would become. “Byleth ruled in a peculiar way. Joys of the flesh, you see. The god taught my sisters and brothers of magics which would give our flesh new feeling. Byleth showed us ways of pleasure which had long been forgotten or abhorred by European society. Of course, this attracted the ire of the Puritan fuckheads.

“At first they tried to drown Byleth the same way they did the pagan gods of Europe, by simply killing those who worshiped them. It didn’t work. Byleth was strong and clever and cruel. A harsh winter came, and the settlers in the nearby Fort Hewitt were starving. Byleth came to them in the guise of a local chief, offering them all the food they could eat if they gave him back the same thing in the spring. The settlers intended to repay the kindness with steel, but they never got the chance. The chief, Byleth, brought them barrels of grain, corn, and fruits. And the settlers ate. With each bite, they changed. They grew snouts and curled tails and flopping ears. They rutted like animals as they lost their ability to talk. The ones who held their faith the strongest believed themselves to be going mad, but even they gave in to hunger in the end. By spring, Fort Hewitt’s population of two hundred had become a herd of two hundred swine. Byleth led them east to the next settlement and offered them to the settlers at no cost. Those fools ate well that summer.”

She finished the last symbol on Dennis’s shoulder. Leigh raised her arms up and began to chant. As she did, Dennis felt the runes on his body begin to burn. He wanted to scream, but after listening to Leigh’s madness and seeing what she was capable of, terror stilled his tongue. His head looked to the nearby statue. The wolf’s eyes opened, glowing bright green as they looked down at the naked humans. Around him, he saw other flickers of light as the statues all awakened. “Leigh,” he said, coming to cold terms with his situation. “Please, tell me what you’re doing.”

“I have been telling you,” she said. “The settlers didn’t let it go. They turned to other powers to deal with Byleth and his followers. Occultists came with their spells and twisted magic. They created this trap for Byleth. They bound animal spirits to these totems and used that link of natural magic to leash Byleth to our world, cutting him off from his power. How they actually managed it has never made sense to my people, but they did. And so, Byleth has been here for hundreds of years waiting for this moment. Waiting for me to free him.”“Why you?” he asked.

Leigh looked hurt. “My sisterhood is not what it once was. The Puritans won in the end, I suppose. They punished sex. Turned the world against the very idea of it. Those who resisted this were burned. Those who cowed their beliefs survived. The story of Byleth was meant as a cautionary tale. This place was hidden, and these spells were forbidden. I found this place. I renewed these rituals. That’s why me. I’m the only one brave enough to do it.” Looking down at him, her face softened. Despite the bizarre circumstances of the situation, Dennis thought she looked quite beautiful. The runes on her skin shimmered in the sunlight. Her breasts hung slightly away from her body as she leaned over. He could still see the curve of her hips and ass from his position, and his cock had not softened even slightly. “Do you want to help me, Dennis?”

“Huh?”

“I had to do it this way or you wouldn’t have agreed. You’d have called me a witch or a whore and run off. But now that you’re here with me, you can feel Byleth’s power, can’t you? We will be elevated for this. Byleth will make us a king and queen in his realm. From there we will bring the joy of pure, animalistic sex back to our homeworld. Will you help me? Will you let me fuck you and break the spell that binds Byleth?”

Dennis did not understand much of what Leigh had spent the past few minutes talking about. He saw his situation as fairly simple. While he initially believed his position to actually be created by magic, the turnings of his rational mind had driven that notion away. No, it seemed more likely that Leigh had drugged him. With that being the case, he figured Leigh to also be high as a kite. It wasn’t the first time they’d gotten stoned and fucked. Under those ideas, he saw nothing wrong with his situation at all. Naturally, he wanted to fuck her. Every time she touched him, his body thrummed with pleasure. If she wanted to pretend their screwing would summon a god, then whatever got her off. “Yes, please fuck me,” he said, beginning to enjoy the idea. “Get that fat ass over her and ride my dick until I cream your pussy.”

Leigh grinned. “A bit crass, but I like your enthusiasm.”

She stood up and stepped over his body. A glance at his cock gave her a moment of pause. She’d fantasized about the moment, but actually seeing a massive cock about to go into her pussy still worried her. The ritual made her own sex as wet as she could possibly think it could get. Any doubt vanished the second his cockhead pressed against her lips. Leigh groaned as she opened for him, sliding his cock inside of her. She felt it twitch and throb as her walls wrapped tightly around it. She brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed, feeling the spindly explosions of change begin. Her eyes looked to each of the statues wondering which avatar her new god would choose for her.

Dennis moaned, eyes rolled back and thoughts awash with pleasure. He realized as she dropped inch after inch onto his cock that he’d never really experienced sex. He’d fucked a handful of women, including Leigh, but it hadn’t been anything more than clumsy friction. What Leigh was giving him was something else entirely. Her pussy massaged every inch of his magically enhanced cock. Swirls of pleasure shot out from his loins, spiraling into the numbness of the rest of his body. He realized he could spend his life as her toy if she wanted it. He’d spent so long seeing women as things to be conquered that he never realized how good it could feel to let them have him in the most pure sense of the word. Dennis’s eyes focused on her and noticed the runes glowing brighter.

Leigh’s skin began to change. The hair across her body fell away as her tanned and painted skin hardened. Small designs rose out of the thickened hide as scales pressed forward into being. For Leigh, it felt like someone rubbing coins up and down her body, but the feeling of Dennis pulsing inside of her pushed aside any discomfort. Her breasts swelled, as she expected. Byleth’s subjects were blessed with bodies meant for fucking. Dennis’s swollen cock was a pale image of what Leigh imagined would follow. A shimmer of green rippled out over her new scales as they formed across her breasts. She continued to massage the changing flesh, finding the ones on her chest to be soft and pliable while those on her sides and stomach were as hard as stone.

Who is this? Who has come to rattle my cage?

They both heard the voice. It rippled through the clearing like wind over dried, rattling wood. The sound of it spurred Leigh onward. She bent forward, putting her hands on Dennis’s chest and slamming her ass up and down the length of his cock while grunting like a mad woman. “I am Leigh, great one. I have come to free you.”

Foolish girl. You hope to contain twelve spirits within yourself? One will destroy you. Stop this. Go and return with more acolytes. A hundred may serve. You risk much.

The sound of a worried god punctured through Dennis’s haze of lust. “What? What do you mean? Leigh, what’s it talking about?”

“I can handle this. We can handle it. Help me, Byleth. I will break this chain and free you!”

A wave of warmth pulsed through both of the humans. Dennis’s ability to move suddenly returned with a shock. He grabbed Leigh’s scaly hips and helped her rock faster on his cock. He didn’t care about the green scales or the golden slits in her eyes. He only wanted to feel her body pressed against his and his cock buried deep in her pussy. Using his newfound mobility, he rolled her onto her back. Her legs pressed together and he straddled her to keep his cock buried inside her. A mad fervor took hold of him. He only wanted to fuck her, no matter what happened.

Leigh reveled in the power coursing through her body. She could feel the god’s touch on her being, changing her. The power of the pillars which imprisoned Byleth channeled into her body. Taking on the aspects of a forest creature was a small price to pay. When Byleth gained freedom, Leigh would be molded into a new, divine creature anyway. Still, as her legs fused together, she worried. Muscle moved and bones dissolved. Dennis did not seem to notice he was no longer fucking a woman, but a creature with a serpent’s tail. Her pussy remained though, tucked between the scaly folds of her changing flesh, and that’s all the man needed. He thrust frantically into her, pouring all his being into the simple act of fucking her.

He pushed all the way inside, further into a woman than he thought possible. His balls dragged against the smooth scales of Leigh’s transformed body. Dennis opened his eyes long enough to look down at what she had become. Her tail writhed against the blanket. Dark nipples poked out on top of her scaled breasts. Glimmering eyes fixated on him as he started to cum. It flooded out of him, pouring into her in huge waves as he half moaned and half screamed at the creature beneath him. Leigh’s body twisted and coiled as she took his seed into her. He realized she was orgasming as well, but her screams of pleasure became sputtering hisses. As the gush of cum subsided, Dennis crawled back from her, leaving a trail of his jizz down her massive tail.

Leigh rose up, as though being charmed out of a basket. In a twisted way, Dennis thought he would never see anything so beautiful. Her hair fell away as a hood opened up around her head. His cum oozed out of the pink slit on the lower half of her abdomen as her tail coiled into small loops. “It’s working! I will break this chain! I will —”

Her face changed to shock. She and Dennis felt a new presence, one that exuded a dark malice. One by one, the glowing eyes of the statues disappeared. When only one pair of glowing eyes remained, a man stepped out of the shadows. He looked middle aged, but with a thick black beard and coal like eyes. He wore clothes Dennis remembered from history books and little else. The man spoke, “Whore. And fool.”

Leigh shrieked and shot forward, fangs slashing into the man’s throat. She pulled back with an eruption of blood, but the man did not look bothered by the gash in his neck. Leigh struck again, this time in the man’s ribs. Frustrated, she tried a third time, but the man held up a hand freezing her in place. “Dennis,” she hissed. “Kill him. Maim him. Do something!”

The man’s eyes did not look at Dennis. “I am dead and maimed and done. You cannot harm me. Your whore sisters knew better than to come to this place, girl. Did you think us foolish enough to leave no safeguards against your kind? This demon will remain imprisoned. I guard his gate. It will remain closed. You will join him.”

Byleth’s voice filled Dennis’s head again. The runes, Dennis. She has fallen into the old warlock’s trap. He is bound to her. She is bound to the runes. Break them.

He looked down at the glowing runes surrounding the pallet. They continued to glow. Leigh shrieked again as the man held up his hand. From his palm a black spot appeared and grew, bigger by the second. Dennis watched as a tear in reality opened. Whatever lied beyond it was not something a human soul should suffer. “Save her,” he said, though he didn’t exactly know why. At best, she’d given him the worst drug trip of his life. At worst, she’d turned into a half snake creature and risked getting him sucked into an eternal void. He kicked at the runes on the ground, trying to break the lettering, but despite seeing the dirt move, they somehow remained in place, as if they were etched into the surface of reality rather than the earth.

You need to bleed.

Without hesitation, Dennis brought his arm to his mouth and bit, hard. The taste of blood met his tongue. He faced the rune closest to him and spit. The blood splattered across the glowing symbol. It flickered. The ghostly man’s black eyes turned to look at Dennis. Even on the old, spectral face, Dennis knew when he saw fear. “Fuck you for ruining my picnic,” Dennis said. He held his arm out over the runes. As the drops fell, the rune shattered, exploding in a puff of sand and dirt. A furious scream filled Dennis’s head as wind gusted through the glade.

Sound and light exploded around him. For a moment, he felt wrapped in Leigh’s coils, but then they vanished. He heard the distinct sound of stone cracking. He felt small beneath the gaze of something so vast as it was beyond his comprehension. He saw a world like his, but different. In it the people, creatures really, looked up at the sky in muted horror as they believed their world to be torn open again.

And then, everything stopped. Dennis knelt alone and naked in the middle of an empty clearing. Leigh, her book, and her runes were all gone. From out of the woods, a black serpent slithered across the grass to a stop in front of Dennis. It looked up at him. I saved her.

Dennis looked around, “Where is she?”

Gone. To my realm.

“What do I do now?”

The snake looked thoughtful, as much as a snake can. Forget.