Locket of Her 3

THE FINAL RELEASE *part 3 of the trilogy*

 

The Release

Dark Goddess watched as her child cried. Fate was putting on quite the performance. She knew better than to intervene. It was a pleasurable moment for her. To see something so innocent get torn apart so provocatively. The sun burned...oh how it burned this lovely creature during the heat of mid-day. This Goddess of a witch, she was satisfied to see the innocent girl suffer to grievously.

Day by day...the air thickened around the glen, permeating the sky above the tree of travesty. Vultures perched and ready, they could smell her suffering.

Time wept as her shadow grew shorter. Eventually; her shadow parted ways as the days grew tired. Evening came to calm and cool her flesh. She looked like a wounded floret...stems bruised...petals plucked. The sandman's affection, was the only love she had to surrender to. It was during this time she found relief. In her dreams she became detached from her mortal self; yielding to sleep-induced purgatory.

Another night like so many others.

But no.....not this night. This night she would have to fight.

Future misery was mapped out by the stars in the dark twilight. Perdition was paving the way for another moment of reckoning. The mossy ground turned brown. The tree was losing it's leaves. Her blood was turning thick and barely luke warm. Her pink lips now a bluish hue. She knew she was dying....

And it was a wolf, that lusted after her warmth that night. She was still alive. So very frail, but her flesh remained. With a meal in mind, it was his to gain. With a predatory step, he crept closer, sniffing around on her skin. Never before had he smelled a creature so sweet. Certainly she'd be good enough to eat. He gave a hungry lick against her delicate sternum. She felt his warm tongue, creating both a thrill and sense of wonderment. It awakened her with a jolt. She shot up, bringing her face to face with the beastly devil himself!

The wolf just grinned.  "My my pretty one, did you enjoy that?"

Too scared for words, hands now covering her chest. Using blind instinct to protect the only essence she had left to keep her alive.
The sly beast ignored her fear. Instead he saw it as an invitation, to seduce her with his bite. First using his canine teeth to part her fingers away. One digit at a time, he was careful to not pierce the skin, knowing that he must be a gentleman at first to inspire trust. After trust...he would then find a way to fill his empty stomach. 

She was sedated by the warm breath on her hands..the wet licks that circumferenced her body. All of this, quickly replaced her anxiety with a gross captivation. She barely noticed the first plunge, as his canines tore deep inside her chest. His teeth clenched tightly around her breast bone. For a brief moment she almost knew peace. And for the first time, she felt what it was like to become one with another. Her heart beating wildly inside his mouth. The release! The sweet release!

The wolf dog looked up to see her eyes closing, biting down harder, it caused the left atrium of her heart to burst. The ghost of her could not escape the cardiac arrest. A vacant vessel laid before him. Her spirit set loose, what was once damned, became resurrected and purged.

Piece by piece, and rib by rib. He devoured her, careful he was to not leave a mess. Even the vultures flew away, they were tired of waiting, and weak from fasting. Nothing left. Nothing accept a tree, the carcass of a man with a branch in his socket. And Dark Goddess remained...waiting for the floods to unearth.....

 

                                   The locket.

Author's Note

Yes...the trilogy is over.

Reviews

[VennelaMargame]

"The release! The sweet release!"

Yes, death can be orgasmic, can't it? When I saw the subtitle "final release," that was the first place my mind went.

In a way, and this is probably completely off-target, it reminds of the song "Her Ghost in the Fog," just because of the beauty destroyed by jealousy, the lover driven to destruction, although it's a tenuous connection.

Also, I love how obviously turned on the wolf is. Very vorarephilic.

Nice story, I've enjoyed reading it.

[Muse]

Kind of romeo and juliet, they are finally together. lol

[VennelaMargame]

I feel like my girlfriend would love this story somehow...maybe just because she calls me "Wolfie."

[Muse]

Have her read it. I need some non-biased feed back. I might branch off this story some day and publish it.

[VennelaMargame]

I will direct her towards it, when she's about the internet.

[I am Nelly]

Any further clumsey words I might use to reveiw these stories could never do them justice. I'm affraid you'll simply have to accept me saying I find them brilliantly crafted and altogeather exceptional.

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. sigh ... it is in the aftermath of complete demolition that freedom is to be found ... you'd have to intensely perceptive to know that ... you'd also have to be wise beyond your years ... digging deep into your own consciousness and the consciousness of your ancestors ... perhaps others too ... this trilogy that has escaped your pen is a colossal tale of deconstruction and reconstruction ... yes, the locket remains ... because those who forget history are condemned to repeat it ... a spectacular trilogy, dear poet ... to be relished for the language you used and to be cherished for the substance you relayed ... have i said "oh my god" yet? ... i suppose not ... i must be speechless deep inside ... stunned actually ...

[TKBickel]

I could attempt to throw a lot of words into expressing my thoughts but would pale to compare to your word.
So I will boil it down to a few simple words, Dark, Twisted, Beautiful and so many views of love.
You are plainly good, no scratch that, great at this. The dark poets like Poe would have hummed in delight with this piece.

[Forest Green]

Need to send you a photo of a real, true, vulture tree...beyond belief in its sinister-ism.

This segment, the opening paragraph especially, brought that to mind quite clearly, and the remaining portion developed the theme very well.

Then to the closing line, which is chilling beyond repair. It would appear that your trilogy has more ground to cover. Or uncover.

Truly powerful, the thrill of agony...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing storyteller. I like the use of myths, the wolf and mystery. I couldn't stop reading this tale. I wanted to know more. The description allow the reader to have same wild visions with this story. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[Norma M Sutton]

hmmm and I'm wondering what I've missed. Good ending . . . to what I'm not sure.

[Raven Starhawk]

This is genuine brilliance. I think it is poetic genius. I am not sure how to explain how it makes me feel but I identify with it. I am apparently accustomed to your writing and it grows on me more and more with every read.

[Audrey Howitt]

What a wonderfully haunting tale--it is a dark fairy tale of the very best kind! Much enjoyed this!

[Shy Girl]

Your wolf feasts piece by piece...mirrors life and relationships as they are destroyed...little by little. I am speechless really as to the magnitude of the images this trilogy has formed inside my head. As her life is swallowed by his ever presant hunger and thrist...she becomes just a vessel till nothing remains but the shadow she once was...(almost like strangling the life out of ones lust for love and life with another...) Wolf though he is...man can be as fierce a predetor lurking in our closet :)