The Horla



The Horla
Copyright 2011 by Stormbringer



"How is he?"

"Not good, Howard. He claims his dreams are draining him."

Dr. Howard West looked at Annie and shook his head gravely. He
placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled his colleagues' wife
into his arms for a quick hug. "I'm sure Guy will be just fine,
Annie." He pushed her back. "Let me see him now."

"He's in the study."

Dr. West nodded and turned away from the worried woman. He was a
frequent guest in their house and knew the way to Guy de
Chevalier's study. Guy and Howard were both professors at
Miskatonic University. Guy was an anthropologist and Howard
taught psychology. Howard was fifty, short, and studious looking.
He wore black rimmed glasses and had close cropped dark hair with
perfect grey streaks along the sides making him look the part of
distinguished professor. Guy and his wife were both eight years
younger. Guy was thin and wiry. His hair was ear length, brown,
but speckled with white. Annie was plump and had long raven hair.
She had been a knock-out ten years ago with an adult film stars
body. Younger, she had been a little skinny, but filled out
nicely while pregnant eighteen years ago. Her breasts swelled up
to large D-cups and remained large. It was only recently that she
had been getting heavier, but she was still an attractive woman.
Their daughter, Kathleen was now eighteen and absolutely
stunning. Howard had trouble keeping his eyes off the young woman
whenever she was around. She was fit and trim and had inherited
her mother's large breasts at an earlier age then Annie had and
Kathleen was fond of showing them off to get attention from boys.

Howard knocked to alert Guy to his presence and opened the door
to the study. Guy was sitting in a large backed chair with his
back to the door. "Howard, thanks for coming," said a voice from
the chair.

"Guy," he said, acknowledging his friend as he walked around the
chair. "How was Brazil?" Howard froze, wanting to gasp. Guy had
only been out of the country for four months, but he appeared to
have aged twenty years. His hair was completely white and he was
thinner then he had been. He was sitting in the chair with a
blanket across his lap as if cold, though the temperature was
quite warm.

Guy smiled. "I brought something back with me."

"Apparently," said Howard, assuming his friend had picked up some
sort of tropical disease. "Have you seen a doctor?"

"They can't help me. No human science can." Howard smiled sadly.
He seemed resigned. "They want to put me in the hospital, but I
refused."

"Guy, you should be in the hospital. You're sick."

"Ha. I don't need a doctor. I need a priest. Ha ha ha."

Howard furrowed his brows. Both he and Guy were avowed atheists.
It was one of the reasons they had become such good friends. Now
Guy was calling for a priest and giggling like he was half mad.
"Why do you need a priest?"

"To exorcize my demon. Oh Howard, there are so many things in
this world we do not understand. Ha ha ha."

"Guy, why don't you start from the beginning." Howard took a seat
across from his friend. He crossed his leg and adopted his
therapist demeanor.

"Yes, why don't I," replied Guy.

****************

"I should have stayed out of the cave," mumbled Guy.

"Speak more clearly please."

"Very well." Guy cleared his throat. "As you  are aware, I've
spent the last four months in the Amazon working with the Asurini
Indians. "It was quite an interesting time, everything went well,
but I shant bore you with the details. The Indians worshipped a
god named, Quinhapulateh the bat god. They refused to go into
much detail about him, but I found out a few things. The most
interesting was the belief that he spoke to them in their dreams.
Quinhapulateh lived in a nearby cave filled with bats,
magnificent creatures. I would watch them leave the cave nightly,
swarming out in their thousands to eat the mosquitoes that plague
the river basin. The cave was off limits, but yearly they would
send one young woman into the cave to feed their god."

"Are you saying the Asurini engage in virgin sacrifice?"

"Yes, old boy. They do. And apparently the god chooses which
virgin he wants, telling the tribal elders in dreams. I couldn't
wait to get back to the states to share this news with my fellow
colleagues. That isn't the only thing fascinating about the
Indians. Monthly, during the full moon. The tribe gathers before
the cave and they dance, every man, woman, and child able to
walk. I've never seen anything like it. I've never heard of any
tribe in the world dancing like they do. It's as if they were
possessed. Their bodies writhe, undulate, and twist in ways you
would think impossible. It's both frightening and fascinating to
watch. Plus, the chanting isn't in their tongue and when asked,
they have no idea what the words mean. It's a native version of
speaking in tongues.

"It sounds like you found your book."

"Ha ha ha." Guy and Howard shared the same dream of becoming
famous by writing books in their fields. "That's what I thought
my friend. That's what I thought. Ha ha ha."

"Go on," said Howard. He was starting to think Guy had truly gone
crazy.

"I don't know why Howard, but I just had to go in that cave. I
was even having dreams that I entered the cave and it was filled
with gold. My last night in the village, the Asurini  threw my
team a feast with food, drink and dancing. I felt honored.
Strange, but the non-religious dancing wasn't anything like they
did before the cave. It was completely traditional for an Indian
or African tribe. Nothing strange about it at all.
Anyway, as the feast progressed, our hosts became a little drunk
or exhausted from dancing. I saw what was probably my one
opportunity to explore the cave and I seized upon it."

"And?" Howard found himself leaning forwards, fascinated with
Guy's story.

"After retrieving a flashlight, I stole into the cave to have a
look around. I found myself wading through guano a foot deep in
places, my light falling upon worms and insects crawling amongst
the guano. There was something wrong about the cave and it took
me awhile to realize what it was."

"What was that?"

"The cave was unnatural. The floor was level. Some of the walls
were flat. A passage looked hewn from stone, but a column had
formed to block it."

"Surely, it must be a coincidence. It take centuries for a column
to form in a cave."

"Eons." Guy paused for a moment before continuing. "There was
room for me to squeeze around the column and I did so. My light
fell upon a skull half buried in guano in the room beyond. A worm
was crawling through the eye socket and a large tarantula was
poised to feast upon it. I shivered and felt uneasy as I entered
the room. I heard a noise above me and shined my light upwards.
Not all the bats had left for the night. Many chattered in the
large cavern. I moved my light to the floor again as I moved into
the room. More bones revealed themselves. All were small, young,
and female. I had found the resting places of the virgins. Many
were old, covered in guano. One looked fresh, but the flesh had
been picked clean from the body. She rested in a strange
position. She was laying propped against a wall, her legs spread
and one skeletal hand rested on the pelvic bone."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, it looked like the skeleton was masturbating. I'm sure
you don't believe me, but some of the other skeletons were in the
same position. I continued to explore the cavern, shining my
light upon the walls. Guano covered the walls too, but in one
spot I thought I spotted something underneath the layers of bat
shit. Using the back of my flashlight I scraped the guano off the
wall and uncovered a pictograph."

"Cave paintings by Brazilian Indians? Fascinating. What was it?"

At first glance it appeared to be an octopus."

"Why would tribesmen deep in the jungle have an octopus as part
of their cave art. Evidence of a past migration?"

"Perhaps, but as I uncovered more, The octopus appeared to be the
head of a much larger creature, part dragon, part man. It
unnerved me, but I reached out and touched it. Something moved
behind me. I heard a loud screech as if every bat in the cave
screamed at the same time. My light fell upon..."

"What Guy. What?"

"Nothing. There was nothing there, but shadows. One shadow
startled me. It was of a a small manlike figure roughly four feet
tall with a human head, but large bat ears. I turned and realized
it was my own shadow I was staring at. What's more, as I moved
the shadow shifted and appeared to be riding upon my back."

"What did you do then?"

"At this point I was completely unnerved and I rapidly exited the
cave. I didn't even tell the team what I had done."

"Interesting story."

"It didn't end there, Howard. I brought something back with me.
Something old. Something evil."

"You hinted at that earlier, my friend."

"At first, I didn't notice anything unusual. We took most of a
day traveling by canoe and helicopter back to Rio where the team
and I enjoyed our first real showers in months. The next morning,
I awoke with an erection."

"I see," said Howard, wondering what that had to do with
anything.

"It wasn't a normal erection. It was the kind of erection, I used
to get when I was eighteen. I hadn't seen my dick so big and
swollen in years. I wanted to take care of it, but I was rooming
with several people and they were stirring so I had to try my
best to hide it from them. Luckily, it went away quickly. We
showered, gathered our things and headed to the airport. Our
flight, of course, was delayed. Eventually, we boarded and the
plane took off. I tried to get some work done, but I was still
exhausted and requested a pillow from this flight attendant.
Howard, you should have seen this woman. She was gorgeous, dark
skinned, dark eyed Brazilian woman speaking to me in Portuguese
before switching to English. I couldn't help picturing her in one
of those skimpy Rio De Janeiro bikinis. She came back to me with
a pillow, smiled, and I looked down her blouse. I swear several
buttons had come undone and I could see the swell of her breasts.
She went to help some other passengers and then she came back to
me. "Anything I can help you with, sir?" she asked. Her blouse
was now open. I could see her bra barely containing her large
swollen breasts. The strap between her bra cups looked frayed and
as I stared, the material stretched, ripped and tore in two. Her
bra flew off and her amazing breasts burst out. "Oops," she
giggled in her cute little accent.

"This didn't really happen?" asked Howard in disbelief.

"Of course not, I was dreaming, but it seemed real at the time
and I remember it as if it were a real event. Let me finish. The
stewardess reached down and moved my blanket aside. Her hand
rested on my crotch, her fingers pinching my zipper. I felt
myself harden as she slowly lowered the zipper. Her hand reached
inside my pants and pulled my cock out. Only it wasn't my penis.
It was the kind of cock one finds only in dirty comics or bad sex
stories on the net. My cock was rock hard and at least a foot
long. I stared at it as amazed as the woman holding it was. She
began stroking it and my big cock leaked volumes of fluid. Enough
to grease it up to make her hand glide easily. She continued
stroking it, often bending it down to squeeze it between her
massive breasts."

"Sounds like a great dream to me."

"It was. I was damned proud of my big cock and the sexy
stewardess who was jerking me off. I looked up from my cock and
her boobs, looking around. All the passengers were staring at me.
Many were actual passengers I had noticed boarding. Some were my
research team. Annie was there, as was Kathleen. My wife and
daughter nodded their approval as the stewardess jerked me off.
Everyone stared at my cock. Across the aisle from me was my
father." Guy paused for a moment and looked sad. Guy's dad had
died five years earlier and Howard had attended the funeral. "My
dad..." Guy sobbed a little before continuing. "My dad was
applauding me. Then I saw it. Sitting in front of my dad,
diagonal from me was what I first thought was a bald man. It
leaned forward in it's seat and looked at me, grinning."

"What was it?"

"Did you ever see the movie, Nosferatu?"

"Yes, the old silent film, staring Max Schreck as the vampire."

"It looked like that. It was smallish, bald and pale white. The
ears were pointed like a bats and it's eyes glowed red. It smiled
at me and nodded it's approval just like all the passengers.
Suddenly, I was doing this for the creature. I stared at it as I
was jerked off. I had no interest staring at the stewardess' big
boobs or at my giant cock or even at all the other passengers.
There was just this creature. I quickly came. It was the best
orgasm of my life, filling me with pleasure. Jet and jet of my
semen sprayed up from my big cock, draining me completely. I'd
never seen so much cum in my life. I awoke with a start. Luckily,
no one seemed to notice that I had been dreaming and all the
passengers were back to normal. The sexy stewardess was pushing
around a beverage cart. And then I felt something sticky under my
blanket."

"You ejaculated in your sleep?"

"I slowly lifted the blanket and saw a growing wet spot upon my
pants. I had ejaculated, but the amount was the impossible amount
I had cum in my dream, more semen then my little balls could
possibly hold. They felt completely drained. It was then that I
realized how tired I was. I barely had the strength to get up and
make my way to the restroom to clean up. Howard, I've never seen
such a sticky mess."

"How unusual."

"Your telling me. The problem is that I've had similar dreams
every night since."

"Wet dreams?"

"Every time." Guy moved the blanket aside. He wasn't wearing
pants, only boxer shorts and they were soaked. The powerful odor
of semen hit Howard's nose and he had to take a step back. Guy
was right. There was a lot more semen then normal testicles could
produce at any one time. Guy covered his crotch back up. "I just
awoke," he explained, shrugging his shoulders.



Odds of finishing: 5%

This was going to be a second Lovecraftian horror sex story. I
started it around Halloween and thought I might post it for that
Holiday, but realized I'd never finish it in time. I may take it
up again for Halloween 2011.

Spoilers: The plan was to have the demon drain poor Guy and then
move on to his wife and daughter. They would each start having
vivid sex dreams about the people around them, slowly draining
until the wife too died and the daughter ended up in the
hospital. Howard picks up the demon visiting the daughter in the
hospital and realizes it was real.

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