Questionable consent warning.

She was taken up the stairs, shaking and trembling in his arms which so undesirably held her. The smirk upon his pale face made her mind bleary, she couldn't focus on anything except the terror in her skull. Everything went by in a blur; into the building, and around the corners, though she knew exactly where he was headed.

Lucas hauled her down toward his room. The barn would've been just up the other side. If only she could dart — if only she could get out of his strong grasp and make a mad dash for freedom.

But a groaning and gurgling came from the darkness.

That's when she saw it, shrouded in shadow: a large patch of black mold, like what the girl had vomited. She stared, eyes burning, unblinking, as the mass billowed and bubbled. A creature birthed itself from the wall, made entirely of the moldy substance, its gaping, sharp-toothed mouth pointed toward her as it staggered closer. Chill after chill streaked through her body, tingling and numbing her stunned mind, unable to comprehend the—the beast before her eyes, whatever the fuck that humanoid growth could be. It growled, heaving and wheezing horribly. Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled herself closer to Lucas, scrunching up in his arms as her whole body shuddered.

"Get outta here!" Lucas yelled at the thing. "Go on, get!"
Still growling, it backed up as if it understood his words.
Lucas held her in one arm and pulled something out of his pocket, then tossed it at the monster's feet. It popped a small explosion, then Lucas sternly spat, "You better get outta here," as he crossed the threshold.

Her shaking arms bound around Lucas's neck and shoulders. What the fuck? What the actual fuck!? When he stopped at the door to his room, she peered behind. It hadn't followed, whatever the fuck it was. But she still stared. Lucas slightly jostled her, a few beeps sounding in tandem with his motions, but her eyes couldn't tear away from the darkened hall. In her mind, she saw the monster rushing in, tearing her to pieces, biting her with those horrible fangs. She jumped when Lucas kicked the metal door shut behind them after crossing the threshold.

The scent of his room brought back memories on top of her whirring thoughts, disorienting her with old nostalgia and new horror. She barely noticed she'd been put down until her feet tapped against the tile of his bathroom.

Things were so… Normal. Aside from being somewhat grimy, his bathroom appeared the same as it once had so long ago. She trembled there, her stinging eyes darting around the all-too-familiar room, that monster interrupting memories of Lucas interrupting her confusion as she wrung her hands together. Her stomach burned and pulsated.

Lucas's warm hands then rested upon her shoulders, snapping her out of her mind. They ran down her arms, along her lower back until he squeezed her ass.

"St-stop it."
He snickered in her ear, hands now at rest on her hips. "Come on now, ya know well as I do what y'all came here fer."

He trailed his hands to the bottom buttons of her shirt, going up. Still persistent. There were bits and pieces of Lucas that she could see, but he'd been twisted, ravaged. With legs like stone, she only stood there, frozen to the spot, trying to make sense of her thoughts. The mold creatures, the little girl; what the fuck was going on?

The cool bathroom air chilled her bare skin as her flannel shirt dropped to the floor. After he moved her hair back, his hands stopped. She tried to steady her breath and shaking body while he reached around her and grasped their Ouija necklace. He lifted it, flipping the pendant over on his palm so it faced them. They stood there, bathroom drowning in silence as he examined the pendant and ran his thumb tenderly along it. That necklace stood for so much. Him seemingly entranced by it made her want to think there was still some semblance of the old Lucas inside him, that he wasn't completely gone.

But when he released the pendant then unclasped her bra, her heart fell again as unreality settled in. Goosebumps flushed across her skin, her breasts warmed by his hands.

"Yer nipples are hard," he whispered in her ear, breath hitting her skin.

The familiar touch of his calloused hands had her mind thinking in ways that seemed completely inappropriate. Her insides throbbed, groin heating as memories of their sex flooded her. Nothing made sense — nothing was off-limits.

He released her and walked around to the tub, stripping himself of his hoodie. Lucas turned the water on and removed his undershirt. When he turned to look at her, she saw just how thin he'd gotten. He'd always been skinny, but his hips and ribs and collarbone stuck out more than they used to, and the fact that he had pretty much no muscle mass made his strength all the more bizarre.

"Pants," he said. "Lose 'em."

She couldn't look into his face. His eyes shocked her the most, but that malicious grin made her skin crawl. What would he do if she didn't comply? "I can break ya like a twig." His voice and malintent played in her mind, the pain in her bones reminding her of what he could do. Would he hurt her? His eyes, his terribly greyed eyes; she didn't want to find out. With sweating hands, she pulled the drawstring of her sweatpants to untie the knot. They slid down her legs and she kicked them off, along with her shoes and socks.

He snickered. "Commando. Nice."

His hungry eyes scanned her and she held down the urge to shudder. He then motioned with a finger for her to come closer.

"Well, don' just stand there, getchur pretty little ass over here."

She did so, impelling her lead-like legs to move, hands shaking and heart pounding as she avoided his face. When she was close, he grabbed her and dragged her inside the tub where the water ran barely lukewarm. Lucas ripped his pants off and leapt in behind her, throwing the curtains shut.

And there she was, alone with him, naked in an enclosed space while entirely at his mercy. If he had any of that left.

A grubby little bar of soap caught her eye. She smelled, to be sure, but the vomit — that horrible black vomit still coated some of her skin. After a desperate grab, she lathered the soap in her hands then scrubbed her body, using her nails whenever she spotted any black goop or the muck from the swamp. She needed to get that stuff off and fast — faster than her arms could move. Even her damned thick hair was soaped in a frenzied attempt to clean every inch of herself. She turned the hot water up until it steamed and her skin reddened, nails scrubbing her hair hard, feeling like she couldn't get it all out as she tore parts of her skin open.

His soapy hands touched her back, causing her to jump. She tore away and drew closer to the drain, arms covering her breasts as she glared at him.

Emphasizing every shaking word, she said, "Do. Not. Touch. Me."
"Yer really makin' this difficult on me, ain'cha?"
"I'm making this difficult on you? I'm freaking the fuck out right now, if you haven't noticed!"
"Aw, c'mon, it's been so long, Pers. I gotta unwind. N' so do you."

His fingers dug into her hips as pulled her close. Already hard, his cock slipped between her thighs. Not the oddest thing that brought back memories that day. She instantly recalled how he felt inside her, so deep it would often hurt, but it was pain that she'd once welcomed and loved. Somehow, things seemed no different in that moment. She knew she'd wanted him for a long time. Feeling him once again, so intimately, made her realize how much she'd missed it. She wanted to fight, and briefly did by closing her eyes and tugging away, but her rational mind was losing over visceral passion. Every movement made his cock graze her pussy, sensitive to his touch until her struggle warped into grinding against him.

His hands explored everywhere, grabbing at her waist and ass, filling his palms and fingertips with her skin. When his hands stopped at her breasts and fingers flicked her nipples, she allowed a gasp past her lips. He chuckled, a gruff sound that made her ill-fitting lust spiral out of control. His lips lavished the back of her head as his cock jabbed at her pussy, then the tip slipped inside, letting her feel its thickness. God, that cock. He'd surely get her to scream before long. Why did that thought thrill her? It was wrong — it was all so wrong.

He pulled out and turned her toward him. "Just wouldn' be the same if I couldn' see yer face."

His eyes bore into hers. Their ghostly sheen made her heart race but she had no time to dwell as his cock filled her completely, causing her to cry out in surprise. His strong arms held her and she stood on tip-toes, hardly holding up her own weight as he fucked her. She marked him with her nails almost instinctively, along his back and chest and arms as she made a fuss over his cock. Her uselessly hanging legs wrapped around his hips in a bizarre desperation to keep him close. She threw her head back as he drove so goddamn deep inside her.

"Fuck!"
He growled in her ear, "God yes, I missed this so fuckin' much."

His cock slammed inside of her, deep as it could go, and the pulsating shock of pain that followed caused her to curse and moan and shout. Her toes curled, legs shuddering in pleasure. It felt so good, so goddamn good, she shouldn't have loved it so much but she she did. Everything in her body screamed for more.

When she heard the sounds of his rising arousal, she felt disappointment in knowing their sex would end too soon. But why? Why now? Why when he looked so ghastly, so lurid — why when after everything she'd been through just minutes ago — did her pussy drip with greed? As he held their necklace and his eyes softened for the briefest of moments, she saw him once again, the Lucas from so long ago. Her crazed mind wanted him, wanted the old, beautiful, amazing Lucas from that time. Even his coming peak looked and sounded the same as it once had as his fist clenched around their necklace and he pulled on the chain, tightening it around her throat. The rational part of her mind took over.

"God fucking dammit," she strained against the chain, "don't cum inside me."
"Yer just tryna ruin all my fun today."
"Don't you fuckin' dare."

He pulled out, shoved her onto her knees, and came all over her face. His hand held her head and he thrust past her lips, last spurts of cum coating her tongue and throat, making her choke.

She didn't have a chance to regain her composure before he tore her by the hair and arm to her feet, then dropped to his knees. His mouth took her pussy, tongue running against her clit, hands clenching her ass again. He played with her clit, and with each pass came ripples of ecstasy. His tongue slipped inside her, twirling around and tickling her opening. Why did it have to feel so good? Why did she love it so fucking much?

It didn't take long for her legs to shake and her breath to hitch. Her sexual response seemed to be ingrained in him now and he still knew what to do to make her cum. He sucked her clit and flicked it lightly with his tongue, two fingers inside her and grinding against her sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "I'm cumming."

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she reached her peak. He remained there, face keeping her warm as her body shuddered against him and his wiry stubble, leaving her a panting mess. When she calmed, he kissed her pussy, then trailed kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, and to her face and lips. He wrapped his arms around her. The water had gotten cold but her afterglow numbed her. She rested her face in his chest, the light hairs tickling her cheek. It had been far too long. It all felt so familiar, so good. Was it wrong to admit that she'd missed it?