My dark lover, a bizarre magician and stone killer

Rita felt something incredibly cold against her shoulder. She wheeled to find Soul frantically pressing himself against her. It was a warning, they were not alone in the bell tower. A massive wilding had survived the attack and managed to get behind them during the commotion. His razor sharp fangs dripped yellowish fluid as he lunged for the shocked girl. "Go!" Pissin grunted, his face twisting in pain as his dagger flew directly towards the stunned wilding, impaling itself deep in the thing's heart. The monster stared at the object as blood and fluids spewed from its gurgling throat. With both hands the big wilding yanked the dagger free. It watched in amazement as its innards burst forth through the opening caused by the wound. Then it dropped dead with its unseeing red eyes blankly staring at a last meal that was not to be had. Rita screamed and shuddered, losing it at last.

"Help me," Pissin groaned before vomiting the contents of his stomach. "I've never felt this bad....using the magic dagger didn't help either."

Rita regained her composure enough to take the boy in her arms. "I'm here for you Pissin....you just saved my life...again. What do you need me to do?"

"Just hold me I guess," the boy answered before passing out.

Soul leaned over Pissin and Rita heard a strange WHOOSH. Then the phantom figure was gone, she guessed it had rejoined its body....perhaps it might make the boy stronger...at least that was what she hoped. The boy lay like that for several hours that morning. Occasionally he would be semi-conscious....groaning and tossing. His body was wracked with spasms and periods of severe trembling. At last he grew more restful and seemed to be sleeping normally. Still, his face was a ghostly shade of white and he seemed to have a fever.

Rita did what she could which wasn't very much. She wiped the boy's face and chest with a damp cloth and she rocked him in her arms. She held his hand and whispered encouragement.

A little after noon, it had grown rather warm at the top of the tower. Rita became annoyed at her wretched clothing, as it was caked with mud and blood. The dress smelled horribly and it became increasingly drenched in sweat. She untangled herself from Pissin long enough to tear the unbearable rags off her trembling body and toss them in a heap. Then with all her strength, she tugged the wilding to the door of the tower and tossed it off the steps to join its dead brothers. "Good riddance, you nasty bastard," she grunted in satisfaction as the thing landed amongst a pile of dead monsters, all impaled by hundreds of sharp thorns.

Feeling much cooler dressed in only panties, Rita sat down heavily beside her patient. To her amazement, his dark eyes were open and staring at her naked breasts. "They're beautiful," he said. "Please give me a sip of wine lovely girl."

Rita did as she was asked. She was surprised when he stopped at only a sip as she held the bottle to his mouth. He waved the bottle away, "no more, I'll hurl again."

The girl touched his face lightly, "is there anything else I can do for you Pissin...all you have to do is ask."

"I think I'm gonna be OK, I just need rest...lots of rest. There is one thing though....."

"Name it," Rita said as she continued to stroke his cheek.

"Would you nurse me?" Pissin asked weakly...it was almost a plea.

Rita nodded and smiled gently with understanding. She moved closer until her ripe breast brushed against the boy's unshaven jaw. The scratchy feeling against her soft titty made her shudder slightly. "Suck this tit all you want sweetheart," she moaned softly.

The boy licked hungrily at the plump, erect nipple before taking it into his mouth and nursing gratefully.

Rita awoke much later that day. The girl groaned and blinked, attempting to get her bearing. She noticed her nipples were very sore but something else grabbed her immediate attention. Apparently it didn't take very long for the already decaying flesh of a wilding to go bad. Rita quickly decided that the horrid stench assaulting her nostrils was simply unbearable. Her bleary eyes sought out her companion who snored loudly by her side. The girl decided that he must be somewhat recovered from their ordeal considering all the noise he was making. Surely someone gravely ill could hardly be so boistrous during their repose. Regardless, Rita decided to rouse the boy.

"Pissin....wake up....PISSIN!" The mysterious swordsman moaned and his eyelids fluttered. Suddenly he sat up, "what's wrong!"

"Nothing," Rita said. "We aren't under attack...I think you taught those freaks a good lesson but we gotta get out of here, can't you smell that awful odor."

"It's not me!" Pissin exclaimed....looking more than a little peeved.

Rita grew exasperated, "not you pinhead, its the wildings.....they stink like hell. Do you feel well enough to travel?"

Pissin rubbed his face and put his glasses on before replying, "actually I feel just like pure shit but yeah, let's get the fuck out of here...those things are getting a little putrid." Rita helped him to his feet before getting the last of their belongings. "Is there anything to drink?" Pissin asked. Rita rolled her eyes. "Yes, I think there is a swallow or two left but can't it wait?"

Pissin shook his head, "first things first my dear....and by the way, thanks for the titty last night. Is there any chance of me gettin' some more of that anytime soon?"

"Probably not," Rita said nonchalantly as she rummaged through her little bag for the last bottle. "Shit!" The girl exclaimed, "we don't have a damned thing to eat." She handed the bottle to Pissin who turned it up and drained it to the last drop.

"We don't have any transportation either....and that's a real problem. In my opinion we are basically fucked," Pissin followed his solemn assessment with a belch. "I totally agree with you on that point, but let's at least get out of here where we can catch a breath of fresh air," Rita replied.

Together they carefully made their way down from the tower. If was slow going on the steps due to the dead monstrosities that lay everywhere. Pissin became agitated and kicked several of the corpses off the stone stairs. The bodies landed with loud thumps on the hard surface below....one burst open on impact with the innards springing lose. Rita would have thrown up right then and there if she'd had anything on her stomach. Suddenly, food was the last thing on her mind. The ragged girl tried not to look at the horribly mangled carcasses but that was impossible to do without falling.

The wildings were literally covered with large thorns...Pissin could do some powerful shit Rita reckoned. The couple had very nearly reached the bottom of the tower's steps when they heard a moaning. Despite being horribly wounded, one of the wildings was somehow still living...albeit barely. The wretched fiend held its pale hand out towards Pissin. "I think it wants you to kill it," Rita said.

The swordsman shrugged, "fuck him."

"But that thing used to be someone's child...I mean what would it hurt to put it out of its misery?" Rita asked..sounding genuinely concerned.

Suddenly there was a flash of bright steel and the thing's head went flying across the ancient cobbled courtyard. Disgusting dank blood flew from the creature's neck and sprayed across Rita's shoes. There it mixed with the dried mud to create quite an unappealing sight. "Oh by the Gods!" The girl shrieked impulsively. "Watch what you're doing."

A hint of a smile crossed Pissin's features, "next time I'll be more careful when I kill something...or somebody." Rita decided that she might no care for her companion all that much....the truth was, there wasn't a whole lot to like about Pissin...at least most of the time. Still, he was handsome..."Whatever," she groaned. "Just go...GO!"

At last they exited the old citadel and Rita finally filled her lungs with good clean air. She realized that the two of them stunk like hogs but that couldn't be helped at the moment. "Hey look!" Pissin yelled with obvious excitement in his hoarse voice.

Rita turned her eyes in the direction that Pissin pointed and saw the boy's big black stallion standing just a few yards away...grazing peacefully as if it had been patiently waiting for the young couple. Pissin yanked off his belt, "this will work just fine as a temporary bridle...can you ride bareback?"

Rita smiled, thank the Gods they had transportation again! "I will give it my very best shot...trust me."

"Good girl," Pissin said before walking away quickly in the direction of the animal. "Now that we got a ride, all we have to do is find a town and get something to eat...and drink!"

"And how are you going to do that?" Rita asked. "It's not like we have any money..are you going to actually get a job?"

"A job? Fuck no, but don't worry your pretty little head...old Pissin will think of something...oh yeah."

Soon they were on the back of the stallion and racing away towards whatever they could find as Rita put her arms around her swordsman's slim waist and held on for dear life.

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The little hamlet of Motook was tiny. In fact the general store ran by Glavius Mavis was the only real business around. But he did OK...everybody in the area knew his was the only place to buy anything for miles around. Therefore business was usually pretty good. Mavis liked the quiet little village, hardly anything of note ever happened and that was the way he liked it. The store owner leaned forward on the plank across two barrels that served as a makeshift desk and caught up a bit on his figures. He was guessing that his profits were a bit more than usual this week, but he wanted to make certain. After all, he was planning on shutting the store down for a couple of weeks pretty soon and make the long trek to a real town....and a real whorehouse. The fat man smiled at the thought of slipping his dong into a fine young whore. He noticed the odd looking stranger in the green pants but didn't pay any special attention. In fact,Glavius Mavis barely looked up, "let me know if you need any help stranger." The visitor was certainly weird looking with those glasses but out here one got used to seeing bizarre frontier folk. Everybody was different when you got this far from the big cities. Mavis didn't give it another thought and quickly returned to his figures.

Mavis was still absorbed in his books when he caught a glimpse of the muddy boots approaching. He was about to ask the stranger how he intended to pay...cash, trade, or possibly labor. However, when the store owner finally did shift his attention away from his gross versus net configurations......his blood ran completely cold, then drained from his face followed by his brain. Mavis found himself looking straight into a face that wasn't there....in fact the stranger had no head period! There was absolutely nothing above the shopper's black clad shoulders except a hood....an empty hood! Mavis fainted dead away and crashed to the wooden floor, taking his paperwork, pencil, and crude desk with him. On the way down he banged his head and lay there moaning and bleeding.

The headless man quickly grabbed a couple of large burlap bags and started filling them up with anything and everything within reach. Barely seconds passed before he finished and strode out the door of the establishment with a sack slung over each shoulder. Old lady Doak was just then picking her way carefully up the dirty road in front of the store when she too spied the headless man. She screamed and turned to run but her feet got tangled up and the old girl fell face first in a large mudhole. Gasping and choking on the thick mud, she didn't see the stranger leap on the back of the big black stallion and gallop away. Still, the stories that she and Glavius Mavis told about that day soon became legend in Motook...and got them branded as two kooks.

That evening was a good one for Pissin and Rita. They ate good, really good, and Rita was all smiles. She liked her new dress and bonnet...and Pissin had even brought her a nice thick blanket that was apparently brand new....he also had one for himself along with a new bridle for the horse. A saddle would have been nice too but Rita wasn't complaining. Pissin was well on his way to getting dead drunk when Rita finally asked the question. "How did you get this stuff Pissin...did you steal it? If so..how?"

"Actually I used magic," Pissin said before taking another drink.

"Really," Rita replied. "What kind of magic....did you just materialize this stuff out of thin air or something...I'd be interested to know...what sort of magic was it?"

Pissin took another drink and didn't say anything for awhile. His expression seemed a bit perplexed as if he was struggling to come up with the appropriate answer. Then a slight grin settled on his lips...a very mischievous grin at that. "So, would you really like to know more about the magic trick I used to get this stuff...it is kind of cool if I do say so myself."

Rita had also had a few sips of wine and she was feeling pretty good with her new dress and all...it was really nice. "Actually yeah Pissin, I would like to learn more about your magic...will you show me?"

Pissin stood and brushed away his cloak with a grandiose gesture before cracking his knuckles. "Ok, I guess I can give you a little demonstration....but first I need to walk over here in the woods for a moment, to prepare myself you see."

"Well ok, whatever," Rita shrugged and took another drink. "I'll only be gone for a minute....just wait here," Pissin said.

"Sure, no problem Mr. Grand Magician."

Pissin took his leave and Rita waited...and waited...and waited. "What the fuck is up with him?" She asked the bottle before taking another long drink. "What is taking so long anyhow." The wait continued, and continued. The pretty ex-waitress was starting to get more than a little annoyed. The she heard it.

Pissin screamed...it was a horrible scream like he was in great pain or even dying. Rita knew it was him despite the fact she could hardly recognize his voice..he seemed in such great agony or something....?" The girl jumped to her feet and grabbed a large stick that she had gathered earlier for firewood. With extreme caution and the hair standing up on the back of her neck, she proceeded. The scream was real close by, just beyond a little stand of trees. "Pissin are you alright...where are you, what's wrong man, can't you hear me?" Rita pleaded but her voiced sounded empty and strange. Something was horribly wrong here....and worse, she had no idea what it could be.

Rita squeezed the heavy stick until her knuckles turned whiter than white. She tried to hurry although everything in her feverish brain screamed turn around and run. But she couldn't do that..her friend was in trouble and she had to help...or maybe die trying? The girl's mind raced with all the possibilities when her wide open eyes saw muddy boots and dirty green pants protruding from behind a large tree. Rita moved closer trying to assess why in hell Pissin was just sitting there and wouldn't answer when she called out to him.

It took every tiny bit of courage in her little body but Rita slowly circled around the trunk of the tree. What she saw there made her drop the big stick and gasp for air. Pissin was not only dead...his head had been severed. The terrified girl choked and gagged with fear before turning to run....she almost made it back to camp before hanging her toe on a tree root and falling down, smashing her nose in the process. Tears flowed down her face, mixing with the blood gushing from her nose. Desperately the girl regained her feet and started to take flight again.

"Rita wait...its OK, its me Pissin, everything is cool. Turn around, I'm not dead!"

Rita was terrified of turning around but somehow she did. Pissin was standing there looking a very concerned...and he had his head back. The trembling girl blinked and wiped away some of the blood and tears. It certainly looked like Pissin...but he was dead...wasn't he? Suddenly she felt very faint and started to swoon. Pissin caught her and held her up. "I'm fine Rita..it was just a dumb trick...that was the magic I was telling you about." Rita stared into the boy's face, still uncertain if he was real or a ghost. "What do you mean a trick...I saw you dead with my own two eyes..are you a ghost or a shape shifter...or what?"

"No Rita, that's the magic, that's how I got the stuff I brought you....I made my head disappear.....that's all. It was just a cool trick..I'm not dead at all."

Rita looked at the boy with a dumbfounded expression, "you can do that?! Make your freaking head disappear?"

"Sure can," Pissin said with a proud smile..."pretty cool trick ..huh?" The girl began to tremble again, however this time it was not with fear but anger. "You worthless sonofabitch!!" Rita screamed at the boy and cursed him with every swear word she could think of...."you scared me half to death you stupid bastard...I thought you was dead....oh fuck it...fuck you...fuck you to hell you scum!!" She began to cry again and her nose started bleeding really bad.

"I'm sorry Rita, I didn't mean to freak you out so bad...it was just a stupid practical joke..I promise not to do nothing like that again...for real."

"Go to hell! You awful animal...the day I met you was the worse day of my life...I hate you!" With that Rita rushed to find a rag that she pressed against her bloody nose. Then she rolled up in her new blanket and didn't come out of it the rest of the day. For a long time she sobbed until finally falling into an exhausted sleep. Pissin sat and watched her for awhile before finding another bottle and drinking until he passed out.

When the boy woke up it was very late at night. Their fire had long since gone out. Pissin wiped the grit out of his eyes and looked up at a very beautiful star filled sky.

It reminded him of Rita. He looked in her direction but she wasn't there. In fact, nothing was there. The girl was gone, the horse was gone, their supplies were gone..all of it. All of it except the wine. The bottles had been neatly lined up on the ground in front of him. "Shit, this is fucked," the boy said before opening one of the bottles and turning it up..way up. Then he looked up at the sky again. "I really liked her...and she had awesome tits." The stars said nothing...they just looked at him. He felt small...real small. There was nothing he could do about it now except get drunk and try to think.