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The Moths Song and other stories [MultiFormat]
eBook by E. Mabeuse
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eBook Category: Erotica/Horror
eBook Description: Seven splendid tales of eerie erotica and supernatural sex. To wit: Life In Deep Rock, where creatures made of echoes avenge a cheating wife's death? The Devil's Lesson, in which a rock guitarist finds that making love to the Prince of Darkness is not what she thought? The Moth's Song, a horror story of miscegenation across nature's very orders... Incubus: surreal, mind-shattering sex with a being from a place where dreams go to die... The Donor, a willing victim supplies a blood meal to a flesh-and-blood vampire... Hole, in which we learn how things in the earth give rise to unspeakable desires... Vampires on a Train: a trip at once exciting, erotic, and poignant, and surprisingly human. All stories soaked in the sex, sensuality, and rich atmospherics you've come to expect from Dr. Mabeuse, Master of Ecstatics?
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2008
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [578 KB], eReader (PDB) [239 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [169 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [158 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [228 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [205 KB], hiebook (KML) [450 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [287 KB], iSilo (PDB) [147 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [262 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [289 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [255 KB]
Words: 55320
Reading time: 158-221 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Through the gaps in their patterns, I could see the moon high in the sky, thin clouds razoring across it. Outside, the cicadas had stopped, but the crickets were shrill in the dying grass and in the fields that stretched away from the house like a sea of silver-green in the moonlight. Beneath the forlorn stridulating of the crickets, I could hear that soft, furry sound again, loud this time, and not so much loud as present, as if the air were full of it, and I could feel it as a soft pressure somewhere against my body, a small, curling thing, as if cotton balls were raining down on my skin. I heard it with a part of myself I don't usually use for hearing things, and it made me think of dark things, of life under rotting logs and in the secret spaces beneath the bark of trees, the dry coolness below the surface of the soil where the blind bugs live.
There was a creaking, a rhythmic metallic sound, and I realized with alarm that Faith and Todd were having sex. The sound and the steady tempo were unmistakable, the old rhythm of copulation. Whatever Faith's plans for handling Todd were, they involved fucking him first. My heart sank. There was no way I could go back to sleep or even try.
I should have stayed in bed. Everything told me to stay in bed, but the same time something made me get up. I swept the sheets off me and got to my feet. The shadows of the moths on the windows showed a sudden trembling agitation. I put on my pants and went to the door and opened it.
Moonlight in the empty hallway, the moving shadows of the moths made giant on the walls; the moving shadows of leaves on the trees. Now the creaking of the bed stopped, to be replaced by another sound, a kind of scrabbling sound of something hard scurrying or clawing against the polished wood floor. Then that soft, spluttering explosion of moth song again, like puffs of air against my skin, like dry bubbles somewhere in my chest.
I already knew what was happening. I don't know how I knew, but I knew without looking, yet still I had to look. I tiptoed out into the hallway, keeping near the wall so the floorboards wouldn't creak. Their bedroom was just down the way; the door stood ajar, moonlit darkness beyond it. Somehow I already knew what I'd see.
The room was filled with moving shadows, and when I pushed the door open, there was a violent fury as its wings began to beat. Faith was naked, on her back, and the thing was between her legs, it's furry thorax pumping at her with a slow, obscene regularity. The wings beat harder, and I felt the wind on my face, smelled the odor of wet leaves on the forest floor and damp things beneath rocks, life half formed, emerging from its glistening chrysalis, the musty smell of insect pheromones coupled with the scent of human female arousal. Between the beating of its wings and the scrabbling of its horny legs, I saw the organ enter between the columns of her thighs, dark and shiny. I saw the dull, moon-knowing faceted eyes, the long, sucking mouth, the feathery antennae stroking her breasts, and I watched as the clawed feet scratched at her flesh with urgent, instinctive need.
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