Cemetery Pet
“Lie still.”
Suddenly awake, she made a small sound when she felt its breath in her ear. It began licking her face, its tongue rasping on her cheeks.
“Relax,” it whispered. “Spread your legs.” Wetness on her eyelids, lips. She opened her eyes.
It bent over licking farther down. She put her hands on its back. Its fur was feather soft. A delicious tingling in her nipples. That pungent smell. Noxious? Thrilling? Yes, oh yes.
~*~
A day in late September, five years since Jason’s passing. Geese formed arrows in the skies, a hint of autumn in the morning air. She knelt at his grave. “You shouldn’t be lying here, my love.” As she began clearing the weeds, it darted out to lick her hand. “Aren’t you precious!” She extended her hand and it twined its tail around her wrist.
“Where did you come from?” It made a keening noise, rubbing against her legs. This was no cat, not with those sapphire eyes, that lustrous coat. Perhaps it was someone’s pet. It was so tame, so clean.
She scooped it up in her arms. It’s tongue shot out, tickling her nose. “Would you like to come home with me?” Such wondrous eyes, she thought. Almost like it knew what she was saying.
At bedtime it snuggled close beside her. She fell back into the pillows.
~*~
Five years come and gone since Jason’s death. Five years without a lover. She’d been faithful to his memory, but a woman has needs. Impossibly, it shimmered, growing larger. With half closed eyes, she watched until it eyes were even with her face. As it settled between her thighs, its tongue found her mouth. Though she gave, it wanted more. Much more.
“I’m home, Mistress,” it breathed. Bloody drops began to spot her pillow. “And you will let me in.”
