In Blood

Avory

I can’t believe I let Ellory talk me into this. I glance up at the sky, at the full moon watching us. Please don’t judge, I mentally beg. Ugh, and all the stars twinkling down at us. They’re probably going to go out before we’re finished.

There’s an old stone chapel on the property, hidden deep within the woods, which, yes, makes it extra spooky if you consider that there’s no electricity or anything. Unlike most chapels and churches and whatever, there’s no cross. No signs of religious iconography.

Not because the Van Dorens are atheists or whatever. I think a lot of our relatives believe in a god of some kind. I think even Myro does. Maybe Voss, though it’s not something that comes up in conversation, so I could be wrong.

From what I understand, there’s no religious iconography because it wasn’t built officially to be a church. It can be frowned upon in some places to bury your dead in your backyard. Which seems stupid since we’ve had this family cemetery for generations. We’re talking a lot of fucking generations back. Everyone has been buried right here.

It’s a cemetery that’s getting quite large because of it.

When the county decided they weren’t going to allow us to bury our family in the backyard, Granddad built a church and had it and the cemetery consecrated as a religious site, and now the cemetery is attached to a church so we can continue to bury our family there.

Honestly, we were going to do so anyway. Fuck the county.

But anyway, here we are with a non-denominational chapel that can be used for whatever kind of prayer or religious practice one would like to use it for. As we walk past it, I’m just thankful Ellory hasn’t gotten it in his head that he wants to fuck inside.

Though… I don’t doubt it’ll come up, eventually. He’s pretty damn set on the graveyard right now.

I can’t believe I let him talk me into this. The shadows look long and creepy. I think there’s a mist over there, moving around like an undulating spirit. Aw hell, we’re going to get demon-possessed, aren’t we?

“Ellory,” I say.

He flashes me a big smile over his shoulder as we walk through the tombs.

I know right where he’s going. There’s a massive tombstone that’s creepy, like a big stone altar, sitting right outside the family crypt. He’s not sure which he wants to fuck in or on. He’s pretty determined about the stone altar outside the crypt, but he wants to check out the crypt just to be sure.

In reality, we’re likely going to fuck in both places. Maybe not tonight, but we will. I don’t know why he’s suddenly determined to have sex on our dead relatives’ graves, but here we are. And me, who simply won’t say no to the man he loves.

I mean, we’re not actually hurting anyone. No one is actually here to see what we’re doing. We don’t believe in any religion, and this cemetery is only attached to a chapel to appease the idiot lawmakers. Not because we want it here. If somebody wants to find disrespect in what we’re doing, that’s their problem. Not ours.

Therefore, I know the reason I feel uneasy is because we’re in a fucking cemetery surrounded by the dead! I don’t believe in ghosts, but you can’t help but feel watched at night in a place dedicated to dead bodies. Every little breeze making something move feels like a spirit watching.

“Ellory,” I say again.

His quiet laughter sounds slightly unbalanced. I sigh. My sweet psychopath. I’m pretty confident that’s what he is. Maybe he doesn’t hit all the hallmarks of one, but after seeing him sit in the middle of a bloodbath on the cult island? Yeah, you can’t convince me otherwise.

The altar tomb and crypt are on the top of a hill, which isn’t surprising since the crypt goes underground. There’s a labyrinth of stairs and tunnels. There are literally tombs like you’d find in Ancient Egypt, just laid out. Sometimes, there are remnants of a body on top of a stone slab, which was how they wanted to be ‘buried.’

It’s fucking creepy down there.

We reach the large altar tomb, and Ellory sets his backpack down. Mine joins his. He raises his lantern and heads for the crypt.

It’s not locked. I find it funny since everything is locked, and if family legend is true, there are riches and shit buried with bodies down here. Since the entire property is heavily guarded at all hours, this one place isn’t locked up tight. It’s left open, so whoever wants to come and visit has access.

Or whoever wants to fuck on their dead great-times-whatever-relative’s grave.

I follow Ellory down into the depths. Our lights are the only source of illumination in the dark bowels. Our footsteps tap-tap-tap down the stone steps.

“Look at this one,” Ellory says as he stands in the passageway to a room. There’s a single sarcophagus there. A big stone block, the edges heavily decorated with carvings. Taking a step further, the top is, too. It belongs to our great-times-three grandmothers, the twins, Nala and Zola.

I bet there are a lot of family secrets surrounding those twins. What’s not a secret is that they shared a house with their husbands. There’s a lot of speculation about who actually birthed which of great-times-two-granddad Alann and his thirteen brothers and sisters.

I study Ellory’s profile and can’t help but wonder if maybe they loved each other like me and Ellory. Thinking that maybe they did makes me smile a little. I sometimes wonder if maybe the husbands were their beard to hide their relationship. Or maybe a means to have children.

“No,” I say. “I can veto sarcophagi.”

He snickers. “You can’t veto sarcophagi, or we’d be back in our bed.”

I’m not that vanilla. We can fuck most anywhere. “Ellory, we’re going to be haunted if we fuck here.”

“Nah. They’ll enjoy the show.”

I’m sure that their greatest dying wish was to see a pair of brothers from their descendants fucking on their graves. Somehow, I’m not sure that’s true.

“This time, let’s go to the one outside the crypt. We can work our way through the crypt later.”

Great. I follow Ellory back outside and help him cover the altar with a white sheet and then a towel. He sets a knife out beside a tube of lube. Then we’re undressing.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mutter as I set my clothes on top of another tomb. I’m sorry, I mentally tell our relative, Marny Gray Van Doren, whose tombstone I’m using as a shelf for my clothes.

Once completely naked and exposed to the fucking world, we climb on. I look up at the moonlight as I lie on my back. My dick doesn’t know that I’m nervous about being here. It’s already hard and waiting for whatever Ellory wants to do.

He moves between my legs, which is probably good. I’m a little too conscious of our surroundings to fuck him the way he likes to be fucked. Though I suspect this isn’t about an orgasm tonight. There’s a chance that it won’t end in an orgasm at all.

As nervous as I am, my breath catches when I look up at Ellory. With the moon creating an eerie glow around him, he looks… angelic. Ethereal. He’s always been beautiful to me, but right now, he literally takes my breath away.

I’m so transfixed on him that I barely register him lubing me. It isn’t until he begins pushing that pretty cock inside my body that I blink out of my trance. Holy hell. This place is messing with me.

That doesn’t stop me from groaning as he pushes inside me deeper. I love the feeling of him. Of our bodies physically connecting like this. More than a simple touch. In a way no one else will ever be.

He moves inside me a few times. Three long, drawn-out thrusts that make me close my eyes just to feel him. I’m brought back to the first time we did this. I remember thinking, ‘How can being connected to him like this be so horrifying to Mom?’ I could feel him in my chest. In my lungs and mind and legs. My entire body tingled.

Just like now. That feeling of being physically bonded to him like this is such a consuming, warming feeling that I could live in this moment for the rest of my life. I could die at this moment, happily.

Ellory sighs. He adjusts us so he’s sitting between my legs, knees bent so his feet are behind him, and his dick buried deep in my ass. That link between us is the most important thing.

I watch him as he flips the pocketknife open. His eyes meet mine for a minute, and he smiles. The smile I love most of all. Filled with love and happiness. The promise of forever.

I rarely even flinch anymore when he brings the blade to my skin. It’s not meant to be painful as he carves letters into my skin. Always the same ones first. M I N E. Instead of his hands using my blood to brand him this time, he encourages me to. So I do. I carefully touch the spot on my chest so I don’t smear the letters and then sit up so I can touch him everywhere.

His chest, over his heart. His stomach. His dick. His hips and thighs and arms. More blood. His neck, his back, his hands, his face. More blood and I grip his ass cheeks as I grind my ass onto his cock.

Ellory catches his breath, but I’m hypnotized by the way my blood glows on his skin in the moonlight. Dark letters that look almost as if they were lined in metallic in the night.

“Not yet,” he says, breathless.

He brings the knife back to my skin and carves into my stomach. A heart. His name. Then, ever so fucking gently, into my neck. I can’t see what it says, but it feels similar to MINE. His knife once more carves those letters into my chest so I can get fresh blood.

This time when I grab his ass cheeks, Ellory drops the knife beside me and plants his hands on either side of my head. Our eyes lock, and he moves inside my body.

The breeze picks up, cool against our bare skin. His rhythm doesn’t change. Our eyes remained glued together, never looking away. Maybe not blinking.

“Will you carve my skin?” he asks.

My heart jumps. We tried this once, and he didn’t like it at all. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “Carve your name. Right over my heart.”

I take a shaky breath and reach for the knife. He stills with his cock once more deep inside me. Everything about me feels jittery. My hand shakes. Even my eyesight feels… off. But ever so carefully, I carve my name into his chest. The O is directly over his heart.

Then I meet his eyes. Ellory licks his lips. “I think this is better than a marriage ceremony,” he whispers. “My name is forever on your skin. Yours on mine. In blood, we made our promise to each other.”

“Promise of forever,” I agree.

“With every generation before us as witness.”

Chills race over me. Gooseflesh makes the hairs all over my body stand on end. I don’t dare look around. It feels like they’re crowded around watching. A hundred spirits. Two hundred. More. Gathered around to watch us.

Ellory starts moving inside me again, and I lose myself in his eyes.

This is how we spend the rest of the night until the sun peeks over the horizon. Trading positions. Keeping our names carved into each other’s skin. Sharing blood. Mixing in some cum from time to time.

But always just like this until we’re sure our names will scar and forever mark his body, his mind, his soul as mine. 

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