Epilogue
Silas
HALLOWEEN - ONE YEAR LATER
I used to slumber most of the year, not fully aware of my surroundings until All Hallows' Eve came around. In those days, I would dream of my mate, wondering what they’d look like, but nothing could compare to Harper. My eager one. My willing sacrifice.
“My pretty whore,” I say as I trail a finger over the new piercing I gave her last September. One right through the pretty hood of her clit. I lapped up her tears after I licked the bit of blood the needle made, before fucking and knotting her through her pain, and turning it into pleasure.
“Silas,” she moans, writhing against her bindings. I’ve tied her to the bottom of my past dwelling, just like I did last year. She’s completely nude, her tits straining against the rope, silver bars through her nipples gleaming in the light of a full moon.
Tonight we shall spill her blood before planting our combined essence in the ground, starting the cycle anew, bringing a bountiful harvest to this valley and beyond.
“What do you need, my eager one?” I hum, as I strum her clit.
Her dark brown eyes meet mine, pupils blown with pleasure. “Your baby in my womb.”
My cock throbs, pre-cum leaking from the head.
I grip it tight in my other hand, giving it a solid stroke.
For the last year I’ve filled her full of my seed, and it never took.
I spent nights consoling my mate, until it struck me that we had to wait until tonight.
The night when my power is the strongest.
I have no doubt that now that she’s fully accepted me as her mate and our lives are twined together until we take our last breath, she will not leave this field without my seed taking root.
I drag my cockhead up and down her weeping slit, then over her clit, indulging in the cool feeling of the piercing while she moans and begs me to take her.
I revel in the way she says my name, in how her eyes roll in the back of her head every time I tease her entrance, how her chest heaves with need for me.
“My beautiful mate,” I lick her cheek. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“So much,” she strains against her bindings. “Please, baby. Fill me up. Make me yours. Breed me, love me.”
I grip her chin so that she looks at me. “I love you, Harper. More than anyone has ever loved anything, or anyone.”
Her eyes blur with tears. Tears I cherish and adore, just like the rest of her. “I love you too, Silas.”
I sink my broad head into her willing pussy before lifting her legs, holding her up so I can plow into her in one swift stroke. My already filling knot swells, but I don’t give her that part of me yet.
“Fuck!” She cries.
“That’s right, eager one. Scream for me.”
I pump into her again and again, the cross shuddering with every punch of my hips. Her cunt grips me greedily and it only makes me want more. I suck on her neck, biting down on the flesh to draw a small amount of blood.
She screams just how I like, digging her heels into my backside, wanting all of me. Unable to deny her, I rear back, my knot pushing past her hole and swelling larger by the second.
“Silas!” Harper cries. “Please.”
I don’t need to hear what she’s asking, because I know my mate. I cut her down with a pocketknife I’ve kept on my body for this reason, bringing us to the ground so I’m on my back. Harper rides me, the moonlight streaming down over her body and highlighting her beautiful curves and wanton form.
“You feel even bigger this way,” she groans, pressing her hands to my chest, grinding on me so her clit rubs against the straw and material that makes up my pelvis.
Over the last year she’s learned how to take me in every position possible, and I know this is one of her favorites for this exact reason.
I grip her thighs to keep her steady, pushing my hips up as she slams down. Her cunt squeezes me and my knot swells larger, my release barreling closer until I have no other choice to come, emptying my seed into my beautiful mate.
She orgasms when the first jet of my release enters her body, falling onto my chest with pleasure. I hold her close and thrust up harder, my knot tugging and pulling within her just how she likes until it becomes too large to move at all.
I flip us over, pressing her soft body into the dirt.
My knot and cock shove deeper, so deep I swear we’re of one body now.
The corn stirs, a cool breeze ghosting through the air.
My being tingles, and Harper’s eyes lock with mine as she comes again, holding on to me with everything she has left, milking every drop of seed from my cock.
The breeze abruptly stops, the night silent. Not one creature or living thing stirs. I know what it means before my lovely mate does, but it doesn’t take her long. She gasps just as my hand rests over her stomach where I know I’ve taken root there.
Her eyes fill with tears and I kiss her hard.
Her soft, plump lips moving across my rough ones, and her sweet tongue twining against my own.
I indulge in her taste and the happy noises she makes until my knot loosens, and our combined essence drips into the ground, along with a drop of blood from my bite on her neck.
The magic of us takes root, and once again the cycle is complete.
I hold her, the night sky eventually turning to buttery morning light. She dozes on and off, head resting on my chest. In the hours that she’s awake, she talks of our future, one a god like me could have only dreamed about.
I see everything she says in my head, and know every moment she speaks of will come to fruition.
We’ll continue to live in Silas Valley, in the farmhouse that I have come to love.
We’ll raise our children, who will look like her, but possess the power of the harvest. They will continue it anew, once we are gone.
Harper will carry on with her work that she enjoys, work that she includes me in now. Her @HarlowHex persona does even better with her mysterious masked man she plays with.
After last year’s “mass disappearance” of ten townspeople, this valley has developed quite a reputation for itself.
It was decided at a town council meeting that the sacrificing would stop, now that the scarecrow has mysteriously disappeared from his post. The hope is that eventually the podcasters and true crime addicts will leave the town alone, and we can all live in peace.
For now, we spend quiet days and nights on the farm.
I work the land, repair what needs to be repaired, and please my mate.
While I can’t be with Harper in a world that doesn’t understand gods and monsters, I watch her from the shadows.
Always there, always protecting. And during the harvest season, I can walk by her side.
Not one soul batted an eye when we strolled the streets together for the first time tonight, everyone thinking I was a very realistically dressed Silas.
The only person who knows I’m real is her sister.
It was an interesting first meeting, a lot of screaming and disbelief.
I don’t know if Codi will ever understand that I’m real, and not a figment of her nightmares, but as long as Harper is happy with the life we’re building, and gets to have a relationship with the people she loves, that’s all that I need. We’ll figure out each step together.
Harper and I are bound together. Forever. And I’ll never let her go.
“I love you, Silas,” she mutters against my chest.
“I love you, too, my eager one.”