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gggoldfinch · 7 months

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The Devil's Bow

Aether Ghoul x Fem!Reader

(disclaimer: photo found on pinterest ^ )

A/N: I love aether so much it's not even funny, I miss him so fucking bad. I couldn't get his dumb beefcake ass out of my head so this is the unhinged result... I blame my hormones making me insanely feral warnings: pwp, monsterfucking, explicit sexual content, unprotected piv, loss of virginity, breeding kink, blood drinking, biting, praise kink, slight degradation, pet names, orgasm delay/ denial, religious imagery & symbolism word count: 8,675 {AO3 Link}

summary: Feeling rebellious and stupid, you decide that playing around with ritual incantations is a good way to vent your frustrations with your life. The only problem is that you don't read or speak Latin, and don't really believe anything will happen when you follow the directions and speak the words. You summon the wrong type of demon, but he isn't opposed to fulfilling the ritual request.

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Some people start drinking or smoking to rebel against their overly-religious parents, but all you've done so far is fail to uphold any sort of belief in their faith— the one they forced upon you all throughout your tumultuous childhood, spent suffering in Catholic school. You're the disappointment of the family, talked about like a pariah and treated even more poorly. You try not to let it bother you, but the bitterness and rejection takes a form like a dark shadow, always lingering just over your shoulder, following you everywhere throughout life. It influences your stupid decisions, and most certainly fueled this particular one.

When you went searching for spells and rituals, you didn't think you'd find one that actually works. You didn't think you'd find any that work, actually. It's hard not to grow jaded and skeptical of everything even remotely religious with zealot parents like your own. Sure you'd been a little nervous going into it, following the outlined directions to create the summoning circle—even more nervous as you stumbled through the Latin incantation—but still, you'd never once assumed anything would actually happen. You can't understand Latin, so honestly you have no fucking idea what you just said, or what you just summoned. A vacuous pit forms in your stomach like a black hole, spiking your bloodstream with mass amounts of adrenaline and fear.

Your knees ache where you kneel on the wooden floor, staring up at the form of a figure taking shape in the center of the summoning circle. It's a human shape, but you're not stupid enough to convince yourself that it's human. The strange cloud is backlit only by numerous flickering candles and the occasional bolt of lightning outside the thinly curtained bay windows. Rain patters an ominous drum beat against the windows, creating an ambiance suited to your growing terror at the moment.

"Oh, God," you cry out. If there is a god, they're surely not looking out for you, of all people, in this instance.

You scramble to your feet, legs shaking so hard that you can barely keep yourself upright. Your trembling hands fist your long nightgown with enough force to turn your knuckles white. The sickening scent of ozone and blood permeates the air as the creature continues to materialize; the silver cloud that surrounds the shadowy silhouette begins to crystallize into a tangible form. A tangible, and decidedly nude form. The body is humanoid, build of a tall and thick-set man, though his skin is a startling shade of slate grey. Beefy arms and thighs look like they can crush you without second thought, and his thick abdomen is like a sturdy tree trunk. Large and evidently clawed hands are folded rather daintily over the man-creature's groin, covering what you can only assume to be his similarly endowed manhood. The silver cloud coalesces with finality into a chrome helmet concealing his head; it looks like a devil face, with a pointed chin—reminiscent of the classic depiction of satan with a van dyke beard—and a smooth lack of a mouth. Though the head is tilted back, you can still make out how the helm even has two little horns and sculpted hair. It completely obscures whatever sort of face this beast may possess, and that feels more frightening than potentially seeing its true face.

The masked head snaps to attention from its lax tilt, immediately focusing on you. You've managed to put a considerable amount of distance between yourself and the summoning circle, but it feels all for naught under the intensity of the man-creature's stare. Hauntingly pale and slit-pupil eyes stare out at you through the almond-shaped eye holes of the chrome mask. A strangled gasp slips from your throat and you attempt to stumble backwards another shaking step.

The demon—for now you're sure that's what it is—breaks his gaze from you and casts those haunting eyes to the floor, curiously examining the summoning circle arranged around his bare feet. The peculiar tilt of his head strikes you as a look of confusion, for whatever reason. You watch in rapt awe and horror as he breaks his stiff posture to slowly sink to one knee, unfurling his folded hands to gingerly trace along the chalk drawing on the floor.

"The sigil is correct, you must have spoken the incantation incorrectly." The demon's voice is deep and silky, yet nearly two-toned as it reaches your ears, like two voices speaking at once— simultaneously a full-toned bass and a feathery whisper. It feels like all other noise in the room is sucked out in a vacuum the moment he speaks. "Or else I wouldn't be here."

Thundering heart in your throat, you realize the demon is saying you performed the ritual incorrectly and wouldn't have summoned him otherwise. You're unsure if he means you wouldn't have summoned anything at all, or if you wouldn't have summoned him in particular. You don't know if this is good news either, and aren't really excited to find out. The enormous figure slowly rises to his feet, and for the first time you see a spaded tail flicking back and forth behind him. The tail is thick at the base and prehensile, sturdy like a lash.

"I— Oh my God," you whisper. Your trembling fingers come up to cover your treacherous mouth. "I didn't think it would work."

The laugh that peals from beneath the mouthless mask shakes you down to your very bones. You whimper when the man-creature takes a step over the scribbled line chalk. The wood floor creaks under his weight even as he places his clawed feet down with deliberately controlled steps. The demon stalks towards you across the room, shortening the distance between you with each lengthy stride.

"Oh, little lamb," he purrs, voice like honey and thorns, "God has nothing to do with this. You've summoned me, now I've come to do what has been requested of me."

A pathetic little sob works its way up out of your throat and you can't choke it down before it slips past your lips. Nor can you control the fearful tears that spring forth from your eyes, spilling down your cheeks in hot trails. Your back bumps against the far wall and your hands scrabble against it for any sort of purchase.

"Ohhh, what did I do," you wail, pressing yourself as far away from the approaching beast as you can possibly manage. "Please don't kill me! Please, I didn't know! I didn't know what it said!"

You know if this demon is truly intent on devouring you or, dragging your soul to Hell, or torturing you for all eternity, no amount of pleading can save you. Yet, your human nature forces the words out of your mouth regardless of whether they'll work or not.

Through a blur of tears and squinted lids, you watch as the demon reaches up and hooks its thick fingers under the lip of its helmet. Your eyes avoid his face, instead watching the metal helm as it's brought down to his side, then dropped with a weighty thud to the floor. The helmet is so heavy it doesn't even rock upon impact, just drops straight down like a sack of boulders. You squeeze your eyes shut then, turning your face to the side to avoid laying eyes on the demon as he looms over you. You feel his shadow draped over you like a cold blanket, smothering you in impossible darkness. This close, you can feel the blistering heat of his body through your thin nightgown; the scent of Frankincense and coriander fills your nostrils. You wonder if this is a comforting ruse to draw you in, the way a predator deceives and lures its prey.

"You don't know what what said, lamb?" His hot breath wafts across your cheek, raising goosebumps on your skin.

"T-The incantation," you gasp out. You feel the figure draw up and back at that, almost as if he's backed away slightly.

"You don't understand Latin?"

His two-tone voice takes on a bit of an edge. You clamp your eyes shut even tighter, seeing stars dance beneath your lids, and fervently shake your head no in response.

"I'm not going to kill you." His voice is shockingly gentle now, face closer to yours again. Warm, clawed digits find their way to your jaw, gently maneuvering your head to face forward. You don't resist the demon's ministrations, allowing him to tilt your face up towards his. You continue you squeeze your eyes shut, however, unable to will yourself to look upon his face. "Look at me, pretty girl."

He gives your head a little bit of a shake and a tiny huff of breath slips through your parted lips. You hesitantly peel your eyes open. First, you only see a strong chin and thin grey lips, curled upward at one corner. Then, a small pointed nose is revealed, studded with a thick gunmetal ring through the left nostril. Then those eyes meet yours once more, large and all-encompassing— chilling to behold. Full, heavy eyebrows arch over those pale eyes, and small horns crest a high forehead. Heavily pierced and decidedly pointed ears jut out from either side of his closely shaven head, and either side of his face is bracketed by mutton chop sideburns. The face of the demon would actually be rather charming if you weren't afraid for your life and soul right now.

"There you are."

You hold your breath in your lungs like a bomb will go off if you exhale. The fingers on your jaw draw you closer, and the demon makes a show to brush his nose and lips against yours, just barely light enough to feel. He breathes into your slightly open mouth and you inhale the bittersweet air with little resistance.

"You called upon an incubus, which I am not. But I am not opposed to fulfilling your request." Those eyes hold yours as he speaks into your mouth. "Do you even know what you requested, silly little girl?"

His airy tone isn't remotely malicious, which incites both relief and an entirely new form of worry. You timidly shake your head again without breaking his entrancing eye contact, the tip of your nose swiping lightly against his. A broad, amused smile spreads across his face, revealing innumerable fangs and bluish black gums. You swallow thickly, eyes darting between his pale reptilian eyes and the grinning maw of knife-like teeth.

"Sweet thing, you should get in the habit of doing more research," he chuckles, dipping his head low to brush your nose with his again. The way his heavily lidded eyes begin to roam your face and neck is almost... sultry...? That hand at your jaw shifts, a clawed thumb tracing the seam of your soft lips. "Silly little human girls like you perform rituals like that to summon a demon to fulfill your needs..."

He seems entirely too smug as he says that, almost like he's playing it up just to fluster you. He succeeds, as heat immediately floods your cheeks and pools unbidden between your thighs. You squirm at the sudden unfurling of arousal in your core, blossoming like a sinful flower. You suck in a breath and the demon takes the opportunity to slip his thumb between your lips. The taste of his skin is sharp and bitter in the way bonfire smoke is, his claw probing against your tongue. Your heart pounds in the confines of your chest, though not necessarily out of fear anymore. Nostrils flared and eyes wide, you pant against his hand, wrapping your lips around his thick knuckle.

"An incubus might ask for something in return, but seeing how you summoned me instead, by mistake... Well, I pride myself on being generous. I'll give you a free pass this time, if only to feel you on the inside."

He removes his thumb from your mouth only to press his lips to yours in a light, decidedly chaste kiss. You hum against his grey lips, finding yourself rising on your toes to meet him when he retreats.

"What do you say, lamb? What do you say to the offer of indescribable pleasure?"

Your knees nearly buckle beneath you at his words. Performing a dumb ritual is one thing, but fucking a demon is a whole other level of rebellion. You hadn't known that's what the ritual was for, but you're not entirely apt to complain about it now. The more you look at him, the more attractive the demon gets, and you can't deny how interested you are; he's a strapping specimen of a man, human or not, and you aren't blind to the bestial sexuality he exudes. The thrill of disobedience and the dark unknown sears through your veins and mixes with adrenaline and arousal to create an intoxicating cocktail of recklessness. With a pathetic whining breath you raise your hands and paw experimentally at the demon's broad chest. Your fingertips dance through the thick hair across his steadily rising and falling chest, testing boundaries by curiously tugging at it.

The demon growls, the noise rumbling beneath your hands like an earthquake. His horned head darts down and in an instant he is nosing your throat, roughly enough to bump the back of your head against the paneled wall. The metal ring in his nostril is cold against your heated skin and your pulse pounds against his lips. You're already breathless and titillated when he raises his mouth to your ear, whispering so sinfully and so intimately.

"It too will be my pleasure in corrupting a pure, innocent virgin like yourself," he growls into your ear.

A thrill drags its cold fingers up your spine and you involuntarily arch up into his front. He laughs, slipping a hand to the small of your back to press you closer. Your bare bodies are separated only by your gauzy nightgown. You can feel his arousal pressed into your stomach, thick and hard and throbbing against you. You'd been so focused on his handsome face that you'd failed to notice his erection and now you're too intimidated to chance a glance at it sandwiched between your bodies.

"H-How do you know that I— That I'm—"

Instead of answering, the demon claims your mouth, kissing you deeply, savagely. His lips slot against your own with a perfect bruising force. You gasp at being caught off guard and feel a long tongue slip between your lips. He licks into your mouth, tasting your teeth and tongue like he's partaking in the most delicious forbidden fruit. His tongue is sweet and somewhat cloying as you suck lightly on it, panting through your nose as he crushes his face against yours. Hands grope at your hips and ass, bunching up the back of your nightgown and gently raking the skin beneath with the tips of his claws. You break away to heave for breath and some semblance of stability. Your fingers flex against his collarbone and slip up to his thick neck, tracing up the twin columns of muscle and tendon.

The half-lifted hem of your nightgown rustles around your calves, then you feel something begin to snake up the length of your leg; it takes a moment to realize that it's his prehensile tail. A shiver of delight and perturbation racks your frame when the spaded tip slips around the back of your leg and caresses the tender skin of your inner thigh, just below where you ache for him. Your fingers scratch the base of his neck, unable to find an anchor point on his shaven scalp. You're so sensitive under his touch, feeling stimulated in ways you've never experienced— and he's barely even done anything yet.

Just when you think he's going to touch you where you need him to, the tail slips away from beneath your smock and his hands retreat from your rear. Your eyes go wide and desperate, your hands petting the back of his fuzzy head as if you can coax him back into touching you.

"You're so trusting," he purrs. Again, there's no malice in his wispy baritone, but you get the distinct impression he's gently scolding you.

Without warning, your body is pushed back against the wall completely— yet, the demon still isn't touching you. The force holding you still is as strong as gravity, akin only to the centrifugal force of those flying saucer amusement park rides. Your breathing quickens anxiously, staring silently up at the pale eyes of the demon for any explanation. He doesn't do anything other than hold your gaze though, even as your feet lose connection with the floor and your head nears the crown molding.

Your poor heart thunders in your throat, making it hard to breathe properly as you find yourself suspended flat against the ceiling. Clenched eyes avoid looking down upon the candlelit room— upon the summoning circle you were stupid enough to throw together. Gravity pulls against you as if you're lying on the floor rather than the ceiling, which is more disorienting than it is frightening once you acclimate to it. Your nightgown and hair lay flat against the plaster in a way that doesn't make sense to your discombobulated brain. It's realistically only a few moments before you find the courage to peek your eyes open, but to you it feels like time has elongated exponentially. The demon stands amused beneath you, head tilted back and hands on his sturdy hips like a suburban dad surveying a particularly interesting weather occurrence overhead. He still sports a raging erection, which paired with the stance and scenario would be a little funny if not for your concentration on not getting dizzy.

"L-Let me down," you whisper, eyes squeezing shut again as you battle down nausea.

"Only if you ask nicely, pretty girl," the demon shoots back. You can hear the grin in his voice, taunting you.

"P-Please, please. You're right, I'm too trusting. Please let me down now."

All at once the gravity that had been suspending you to the ceiling releases and you're falling and falling and... the demon catches you and cradles you against his chest with thick arms slung under your back and legs. You breathe heavily and clutch the nightgown over your palpitating heart, eyes popping open to fix him with a startled look. Perhaps you are too trusting, but it's clear the man-creature has had everything under his careful control from the very start of this interaction. Your eyes wandering down to his mouth is enough to lure him into another passionate kiss.

You're remotely aware of the bulky man kneeling as he continues kissing you. Then, you're laid down on the floor with a shockingly tender amount of care, like one would lay down a doll or a baby. His powerful hands find your bent knees and begin to slide up the length of your thighs, fingers splayed to span the flesh. The slow motion gradually rucks up your nightgown, revealing inch by inch of the vulnerable skin of your lightly trembling legs. He kisses you to distract you, but you clench your thighs to conceal your modesty either way, squirming at the pressure it puts on your clit.

"Ah, eager little thing," he says in a moment you must part for breath. "I'll make sure to make this last."

Nails drag through the groomed facial hair outlining his face. Your panting breaths mingle with his steady ones where your mouths meet and part rhythmically. His hands continue upward, sliding fluidly from your thighs to your hips, continuing onward up your tender sides. The drafty, damp air of the room kisses your freshly bared stomach, drawing a pitiful groan from high in your throat. Big and warm hands reverently knead your flesh as he continues exploring and dragging your nightgown upward. His hands chase away the cold chill of the hardwood floor, warming up your insides like a fire. Finally the bunched nightgown comes to rest above your tits and the demon swallows your gasp when the cold air meets your chest.

He pulls back to admire you as those broad, rough hands paw greedily at your tits. You squirm and arch into the touch. His long black claws dimple into supple flesh as he kneads in earnest, teasing as they dip into the tender swells but avoid piercing the skin. He opens his mouth and you witness his tongue for the first time— the black muscle unfurling longer than any human tongue. He squeezes your breast and laves his tongue over the overly sensitive nipple, pebbled hard from the chill. Grey lips fold around the bud as he sucks, followed shortly by the pinpricks of those razor-sharp fangs playfully nipping at you. Your lungs convulse in shock and you push your tits into his face. Your body is so sensitive and reactive, everything responding to him in ways you never could have imagined.

You writhe restlessly under the demon's skillful touch, whining louder as he continues playing with your tits. Only when he has sucked and bitten several red spots does he move on from your chest. Lips trail between your breasts and down the center of your stomach, black tongue tracing wet lines which cool in the air and raises goosebumps along your abdomen. One of his hands wedges between your tightly clenched knees, prying your legs apart with little effort. The man-creature's thick body slips between your thighs before you can clamp them shut again, exposing your glistening core to him.

Heat prickles your face and pools between your opened thighs, embarrassment and excitement warring for dominance. Bent over your prone form, the demon leisurely rakes his claws up and down your sides, narrowed eyes observing your body and reactions appreciatively. Your own hands repeatedly chase his as they smooth over your skin, and are repeatedly pushed out of the way in order for him to continue rubbing up and down your ribs. The black keratin claws leave long red lines, using just enough pressure to leave visible marks but enough to not draw blood. His power and restraint is humbling and frightening, and terribly arousing.

Holding your eyes rapt with his own, the man-shaped beast slowly begins to lower himself until he's close enough to dip his face between the thickest portion of your thighs. His hands forcefully clamp down around the small of your waist and keep you pinned when he drags his pierced nose through your dripping folds, nudging your swollen clit before surfacing. You pant frantically and squirm in his unforgiving grip, desperately clutching the backs of his hands. It's almost uncomfortable how foreign the feeling is, but the thought and feeling of his face buried in your sex is so undeniably arousing that it drowns out the discomfort. He dips down again, and nosing you. This time he allows his devilish tongue to slither out and taste you. It laps at your dripping entrance, trailing up to circle your throbbing clit. A bolt of electric pleasure shoots through you and you cry out, hands flying from his to grasp at his shaven head. Your fingers hook around the small horns at his high hairline and use them as leverage to pull him closer and grind yourself onto his face. The pads of your thumbs emphatically trace up the front of the little beige horns and that elicits a full, rumbling moan from the lips of your inhuman lover into your core.

The demon grinds your clit with his nose and laps at your wetness with his tongue, yet does not penetrate you. Your hips buck and muscles seize with the concentrated attention to your swollen bud, body racked with spasms of euphoria. He drags it out longer than you've ever lasted on your own before, somehow able to sense every single time you begin to near orgasm. Every time you feel your completion slip away you wail and rub at his horns, as if you can butter him up and coax him to properly finish you by massaging his erogenous zones. Though each time he gives an unrestrained moan and enthusiastic squeeze to your waist, he never lets up nor lets you come.

Finally he does something different, but it's not what you'd been anticipating. He draws back entirely, kneeling between your heavily trembling thighs. His smug face glistens with your wetness and he licks his lips in satisfaction. His gaze is dark and hungry, devouring you with just a look. Before you can protest, he grasps your hips and hauls you towards him, yanking your bottom half up onto his bent thighs. You squeal and attempt to wriggle away, feeling entirely too vulnerable and exposed in this position. He shushes you and pets your sides soothingly before returning his bruising grip to the fullness of your hips. Your knees brace insecurely against his ribs, calves hugging against his lower back. The tail begins to stroke your left calf, further pacifying you.

"Go on, pretty girl. If you want me you'll have to finish yourself first," he croons. "Put on a show for me, baby."

Your breath hitches at his words. Drunk on the prolonged high of his teasing, your palm begins caressing down the length of your bare body, fingers splaying as you explode the swells and curves of your own body for him. You don't know how to put on a show or impress him, but the way he's looking at you makes you think it's working regardless. The demon's slitted eyes watch your every movement with a fascinated intensity, memorizing each motion and noise you make under your own hand. His nostrils flare with interest and arousal when your hand finally sinks between your elevated thighs. Your middle two digits tentatively finger your engorged clit, working up a frenzy. Watching you rubbing tight circles on your clit elicits a deep, rumbling growl from the demon and he slaps his hands down on your thighs, keeping a tight hold on you as you twitch and writhe.

From this angle, with your hips, thighs, and ass propped up on his meaty thighs, his erect manhood bobs just above the apex of your thighs where your hand meets your cunt. A pearly bead of precum drips onto your hand and runs between the cracks of your fingers, which are still dutifully hard at work. You only notice now that you can see the fullness of his cock, but there are several definite ridges along its shaft, leading to a somewhat tapered, pointed tip. The thought of what they may feel like inside you has a fresh wave of arousal gushing in your core. You squirm under his relentless stare, mewling as your fingers milk your own pleasure. You chase the white-hot release in your core higher and higher over the peak of ecstasy, nearly to the point of sobbing when you orgasm. Claws sink into the meat of your thighs as you tense and tremble under him, your mouth dropping open in a gasping moan.

The beast leans down and practically folds you in half to meet your open mouth with a rough and rapacious kiss. His sweet tongue licks into your mouth, drinking up your panting breaths and high-pitched whimpers. There is no coming down from the high of your orgasm— not when he is pinning your thighs to your chest and kissing you like you're the air he breathes. He isn't discreet in the way he grinds his heavy cock between your folds, coating himself in your liquid desire.

"Such a good girl," he hisses out, dragging his numerous fangs along your jaw. "Such a good little whore for me. Do you want me to fuck you like one?"

You let out something between a wail and a moan, nodding frantically against the scruff of his sideburn. He slides his hands up the bare backs of your thighs, hooking his thumbs around the bends in your knees to keep you sufficiently pinned in place. The position makes you short of breath, squeezing each panting huff from your straining lungs. The demon noses your cheek and you feel the press of his weight and his teeth when he speaks.

"Use your words, pretty girl. I know you haven't been fucked dumb yet because I've barely even touched you."

You try your hardest to squirm beneath his considerable weight but only succeed in grinding yourself against his throbbing cock.

"P— Please," you gasp, "I ne— I need you to fu-uck me!"

"Good girl," he purrs.

He leaves a surprisingly tender kiss against the corner of your mouth and you find yourself chasing his lips, seeking out the sickly sweet taste of his mouth. He chuckles when you eagerly peck his lips a few successive times, though allows you to continue with the innocent indulgence. He has far more sinful things in mind, after all. The candles around the room flicker, a crack of thunder rattles the windows.

The demon shifts your legs to one side, both knees straining to bend over his right shoulder. With one hand freed—the other still holding your legs in place—he seeks out the chalice of your forbidden nectar, slipping his clawed fingers in between your puffy folds. With a deftness that isn't as surprising as it is comforting, he slips two fingers into your pussy without so much as brushing you with his talons. You jerk against his restraining pressure when he crooks those fingers inside you and strokes a spot that makes you see stars. You convulse at the feeling, pushing your hips into the overpowering sensation.

He pets the sensitive spot inside you a few times more before removing his hand from you. It instead wedges between your bodies where he grasps his cock and thoroughly coats it with your slick, pumping himself up for good measure, as if he isn't already hard as stone. You jolt when he runs the swollen, slightly pointed head over your clit and whimper when he ruts against your cunt. The breath is completely stolen from your lungs when he presses into you, sinking into the wet heat of your soaked pussy. He groans sinfully, baring his innumerable sharp teeth as he sinks deeper. The ribbed ridges pop inside you one by one, slowly dragging along your velvety interior. Folded in half like this, you feel his thick length penetrating deep inside you, deeper than you could've ever thought possible. You think you feel him in the back of your throat, sinking further and further into your heat seemingly without end. The stretch and sting is immense, but nothing in comparison to the utterly blissful feeling of fullness.

You gasp for air once the beast finally reaches the hilt, gulping down greedy lungfuls like you've never breathed a moment in your life. Already, sweat is beading on your face and in the valley between your breasts, yet the hulking man-creature barely looks winded above you. He examines your flushed and debauched face with a sort of scientific interest; his inhumanly pale, slit-pupil eyes roam over your features like one would observe a creature they've never seen before. Above all, he looks at you with an indescribable hunger, which threatens to spill out and consume you whole.

"How does it feel, little lamb?" he asks with a toothy grin, taking smug pleasure in your fucked-out delirium. He leans in close, making sure you can hear his words as he continues in a low, husky tone. "How does it feel to be defiled and deflowered by an infernal creature like me?"

Punctuating his sinful words, he grinds hard into you, drawing out a pitiful wheeze from your abused lungs. The base of his cock grinds against your clit, the friction making you whine and desperately claw at his thick shoulders. The more he prolongs this the more it begins to feel like some form of torture, and you start to feel yourself brimming with sudden, frustrated tears. You didn't know how much you needed this until it is being dangled just out of reach. Everything is still painfully over-sensitive, and your pathetic yearning for him and for another release is becoming too much to bear. He hasn't even fucked you yet and you can already tell you're going to be insatiable.

"Poor little lamb, so hungry for me," the demon coos, a smidge patronizingly. He removes his stabilizing hand from your legs to caress your hot, sweating face, wiping away the exasperated tears that have squeezed out past your clenched eyelids. "There there, no need to cry. I'll fuck you, pretty girl, just like you want."

He leans back just slightly—giving you a bit extra room to draw in a whole breath—and with him he takes the feeling of being stuffed full. His ridged cock pulls out nearly all the way, leaving your pussy to twitch around nothing in nervous anticipation. You tilt your head back, shifting in suspense and swimming in the prolonged feeling of borderline euphoria; almost there, but not quite. You try to focus on steadying your breathing—

The sound drawn from your throat when he thrusts himself back inside you is nearly animalistic. Your nails dig into meaty shoulders, leaving behind little crescent marks that pale in comparison to what you imagine his can do. He chuckles at your shock as he thrusts into you again, apparently amused that he'd managed to catch you so off-guard. All you can do is wantonly moan and let your head loll back, drowning in the sensory experience of this humanoid beast taking you on the floor, surrounded by candles and the proof of your stupid recklessness.

A grey hand slaps down on the floor beside your head, bracing the sturdy body above you as he fucks into. Each thrust is enthusiastic and powerful, yet you can still sense some amount of restraint being utilized. Though you want him to fuck you in earnest, the small voice of reason in the back of your mind reminds you that this inhuman creature could very well kill you without even trying; you don't invite him to push harder or faster, trusting him to set a pace that won't leave you with internal damage. Turning your head to the side reveals the face of the chrome helmet he had dropped, its hollow eyes staring into your own. You swallow a hiccuped breath and turn your face back to the demon.

You don't know if he's ever looked away from your face, but regardless he meets your gaze when you return it to him. His thick eyebrows are knotted tightly over icy, half-lidded eyes which sparkle with devious delight. He huffs with each thrust into you, concentrating hard on keeping a steady rhythm while also keeping his attention on your dewey face. Somewhere in your periphery over and around the mass of the demon's hulking frame, you take note of his spaded tail rapidly thumping the floor where it's draped leisurely, the end wagging like an excitable dog's. You realize, admittedly a bit belatedly, that he's enjoying this just as much as you are. Your face pinches as you moan, shuddering against him as he pauses his rough pistoning to grind into you.

He sits up during this moment of pseudo reprieve, relieving you of his crushing weight. You gulp down full breaths again, allowing him to guide your legs down, resuming the half-elevated position from before. You can feel as each of those strange ridges drive in and out, aiding his hearty girth in stretching you out. The gentler thrusting drags his pointed cockhead across that spongey spot inside you, and as if reading your mind, he places a palm down just above your pubic bone and presses. You choke out a sobbing moan, bucking against him as he rams himself into that pressurized spot. His single hand spans a large enough area that he can maintain pressure on your lower abdomen and stimulate your clit simultaneously, looming over you like a shadow while wearing a delighted little smirk. His brows remain tightly knit, still concentrated on chasing his own pleasure as well as yours as he impales you over and over. With pupils so dilated they could almost look normal, he drinks in the sight of your spasming body, gaze lingering particularly long on where he splits you open on his cock.

Through pants and whines, you manage to work up enough strength to speak; "Y— Nngh— You feel so good."

Instantly you feel him twitch inside you in response, notice his tail whipping behind him just a little more frenetically. The hand not busy with pleasuring you rubs up the length of your torso, coming up to grope your breast as he bends forward by a fraction. You stretch slightly to grasp both of his thick wrists, while taking your lower lip between your teeth and bucking against him enthusiastically.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well," he grits out from between clenched fangs. "What a good little whore I'll make you. Pretty thing... all for me."

Your cunt flutters around him and he groans loud. His deft thumb catches your clit perfectly and you feel that welcome tension coil rapidly like a taut spring. At the prompting of your particularly noisy wail he circles his thumb harder, faster, and more pointedly until you come fully undone around him. Your thighs dig into his flanks and the walls of your pussy clench hard around his pulsing cock, gushing fluids sucking him deeper while your muscles try to expel him with the force of your orgasm. The muscles in your abdomen seize up and you curl in on yourself as pleasure rocks your twitching body, sobbing out in ecstasy and exhaustion.

The beast relentlessly fucks you through your second orgasm, and afterward. He uses both hands securely on your hips as leverage to repeatedly spear you onto himself. Nearly entirely listless as you recover from your earth-shattering orgasm, all you can bring yourself to do is rake your nails up and down his hairy forearms, admiring the muscles as they flex beneath granite toned skin. Those hard ribs along his cock rake out spasms of shivering overstimulation, bringing you to the point of overwhelmed tears again.

The grip on your hips grows punishing and you're sure bruises will begin to blossom under the pads of his clawed fingers. His flicking tail curls up in a spiral and his broad shoulders pitch forward. A mighty tremble rattles his frame in the same moment as his length twitches inside you, and you feel it as his hot release paints your insides. The man-creature roars through clenched teeth and bows forward, touching his forehead to your damp chest. His hips continue bucking as you milk the last of his considerable release.

You feel boneless in his grasp, stuffed so completely full of him that you can feel a bit of his seed trickling out around his girth. Every other breath that seeps from your lungs comes out as a pitiful mewl. The demon stirs overtop you, dragging his pierced nose up the middle of your chest to your throat. He stretches out above you, shifting your legs and his own while still keeping himself buried within you. His tail unfurls and whips back and forth in a large arc, far more animatedly than before. He licks at your steadily relaxing pulse, sucking tenderly at the thrumming spot. Your tired arms reach up and drape around his broad torso, scratching lightly at his back where muscles ripple and flex.

The demon shifts from overtop you, removing himself from your sensitive core. You feel each ridge as he pulls out, spilling a messy trail of cum out of you. Big hands paw at the nightgown still bunched up at your collarbone, drawing the gauzy thing up over your head and off your arms. He tosses it aside somewhere, yet none of the flickering candles are disturbed, as if they're all in a sustained state of suspended animation. Thunder and lightning continue to roil outside the bay windows, smothering the outside world down to the concentrated space within this solitary room. You sigh against the demon's scruffy sideburn and kiss his cheek, hung with your arms encircling his sturdy neck.

"Oh, my sweet little thing, how precious you are." He kisses your cheek in turn and then pulls back to run his hands up and down your sides like he just can't get enough. "This beautiful body... all for me, isn't it?"

You nod faintly while your eyelids flutter as he continues to affectionately pet you. He catches fast onto you increasing tiredness and chuckles.

"Come on little lamb," he coaxes, nipping gingerly at the column of your throat. "Don't fall asleep on me now, pretty girl. I'm not done with you yet."

You actually whine a little at the thought of being manhandled anymore. Your muscles ache and the hardwood floor certainly isn't an ideal place to lose your virginity to an oddly compassionate demon. Your tune slowly begins to change when he leans down to your ear, at the same time one hand slips between your legs to gather up the cum that seeped out and pump it back into you.

He drags his nose and lips over the shell of your ear, teasing you with his fangs as he whispers; "You want my infernal seed to stick, don't you?" The beast crooks his thick fingers against that special spot in your cunt, drawing out a hoarse moan. He withdraws his fingers only to splay his hand out over your stomach. "My virginal bride, your belly swollen with my pup... Tell me that's what you want."

"Mmm..." You squirm beneath him, nuzzling your face against his.

"Your words, lamb," he growls into your ear.

Another petulant whine builds up in your throat, but you resist the urge to loose it. Warmth blossoms anew in your cheeks and between your legs, scandalized and intrigued by his salaciously worded suggestion. A rationally thinking you would be horrified at the idea, but right now it's all you can do not to moan and writhe and beg the big guy to fuck you stupid again.

Yet, that's exactly what you find yourself doing anyway, despite fatigue making itself a home in your heavy limbs.

"Nngh... Yes, yes. I want that." You bite your lip and wiggle your hips, as if he needs any further enticing. "Please, I want you. Give me more."

"Good girl, good baby. Come here."

His thick arms encompass you, spreading their warmth throughout your body. He has no trouble in hoisting you up off your back, listless as you are. Nor does he have a problem with maneuvering you around like a doll once you're up. He twists you around in his arms, slotting a knee between yours to knock them apart. You jolt in surprise and he lurches you forward, rousing you from your sleepy state as he pins your front to the cold floor. Your breathing quickens, hands scrambling to push yourself out of this vulnerable position. The beast drapes himself over you before you can shift away, nuzzling into the mussed hair behind close by ear. You turn your head and strain to keep an eye on him, right cheek pressed hard to the floor. His knees keep yours spread, his weight pushing your front nearly completely flat against the wood floor. One hand snakes beneath your body to prod at your pulsing clit.

"That's a good girl," he purrs. His breath is hot on your ear. "You can do it, one more round."

Your brows pitch up and eyes screw shut is a silent moan, pussy fluttering around nothing. Your hips push back against him as he circles your abused clit, milking fresh euphoria from the sacred bundle of nerves. You feel the expansion and deflation of his broad chest against your back, his erection bobbing between your cleaved legs. His tail winds around one of your thighs, squeezing like a thin python. His other hand seeks out his cock, taking time to run the pointed tip over your reactive clit. You're not sure if it's sensitivity from your previous orgasms and the enthusiastic fucking on the demon's part, but you feel so tender to every touch. Your breasts against the floor ache and your core throbs with a desperate need— your thirst unslakable.

The demon gradually plunges himself into your soaked cunt, letting each ridge sink into you at an agonizingly slow rate. Nearly instantly those strange, inhuman protrusions drag just right against the front wall of your pussy, earning him a choked wail of ecstasy, your hips pushing back to meet his. This must be what the ribbing is for, you decide, and with that you're positively ruined for any other human man. You can never imagine anything better than this feeling of wanton yearning and fireworks he facilitates.

Keeping you snug against his front, the demon begins his brutal pounding again. Each savage thrust drives the air from your lungs in unbidden wheezes and groans. His dick batters the gummy spot within you and his thick fingers work you from the outside, generating a mind-numbing and sweetly painful euphoria. His long, hot tongue slithers along the portion of spine between your scapula, sharp teeth nipping experimentally across your left shoulder.

"You're doing so well. Just a little more, then I'll let you rest, beautiful. Just a little more."

Teeth sink into your skin and you wail in agony and ecstasy, his fingers and cock drawing out your third shuddering orgasm. Hot blood pools in the demon's mouth, running down the junction of your shoulder and neck where it drips to the floor from the curve of your jaw. The scent of sweat and blood and sex is overpowering as you gasp for breath, sobbing and moaning as you clench around his bludgeoning length.

The beast licks at the fresh bite wound, soothing the pain with his black tongue. Already the pain has begun to alleviate, replaced with a delightful sort of ache that, against your better judgement, leaves you wanting more. His hand beneath your body shifts upward, skating along your stomach to arch you up against him more effectively. After several more deep thrusts like this his hand continues its search upward. While maintaining his unforgiving pace the demon throws his weight backward and yanks you up by the throat, thick fingers effortlessly pinching the arteries at either side of your neck.

He tips backward with your back laid to his chest, still keeping your knees spread wide with his own, your ass supported by his bulky thighs. Your stomach is covered by one of his enormous hands, your neck by the other— held in place against him by his granite arms and spearing cock. Though your vision is blurry with exhaustion and rapturous tears, you can still make out the trail of fresh blood which now trickles down between your breasts. Since pulling you up the demon has bitten you again and again, devotedly laving his tongue over the bites each time. You don't even register it as pain now, only the thrill of adrenaline as it floods your overworked system and adds to your heady pleasure. You're positively drunk on him.

You reach behind you and grasp at the back of the demon's shaven head, holding onto him for stability as he rocks up into you. Straining eyes peer down the length of your own body, to where his glistening length disappears into you over and over. The wily fingers of your other hand slip to your pussy, spread around his shaft to feel in awe as he pumps into you. The mere concept of being split open like this has you moaning shamelessly and arching your throat into his palm. His stony shades of ash and charcoal contrast such an erotic difference against your human skin, human body. Your hand at the base of his neck fumbles lower, seeking out that mysterious tail that routinely enraptures you.

The beast rumbles approvingly when you finally grasp the thick base of the prehensile appendage. You stroke his tail to the rhythm of his upward thrusts, petting the charming peach fuzz and squeezing it hard when he delivers a particular aggressive plunge. Without thinking very clearly, you wind the thinner end around your palm like a rope, using it as leverage to tug.

Those knife teeth pierce your skin again where your right shoulder intersects with your neck, drinking up the virginal blood he spills with great verve and appetite. The hand at your throat slides upward to your jaw, tilting your head to face him. Your eyes flutter shut and lips part to welcome his sticky kiss. You're met with a mouthful of your own lifeblood, syphoned from his hot mouth into yours. You splutter on your shock, choking down the thick, metallic liquid he forces past your lips. It leaves a bitter tang on your tongue as he continues kissing you. His steady bucking is gradually becoming more feverish and sloppy, jostling you roughly in the cage of his arms.

"J-Just one more for me, baby. I know you can," he groans against your cheek, smearing your blood from on his mouth and nose across your flushed skin.

His hand on your stomach presses down in that particular way, stringing out that coil of tension from within you. You catch his lips and he swallows your cry, restraining your writhing and twitching as the peak of release quickly snaps. Your sucking pussy spasms and chokes out his throbbing cock, bringing him over the edge with you. The demon sinks you on his shaft as far as you can fit, making damn sure he's spurting his hot seed onto your sore cervix. He grunts and pants against your gaping mouth, lidded eyes triumphantly absorbing your fucked-out exhaustion.

He's shockingly gentle when he lifts you off his cock and bolsters you, compassionately licking the sweat and blood and wounds ringed around your shoulders and neck like a gruesome necklace. Your chest heaves, body thoroughly spent. Your body is tender and sore when the demon lays you down.

"You did so well, my perfect girl. I'm so proud of you."

The demon looms over you where he splayed you out on your back, planting soft kisses across your face. You groan, pawing at his chest hovering by your head. You feel his fingertips fondly tracing the spots where he'd bitten you, somehow scarred over already. Your heart aches, filled with a bizarre and affectionate longing for him. You hold your trembling legs together, your core puffy and overworked and weeping with his cum. It trickles around the curves of your ass, pooling on the floor beneath you where it cools; he doesn't scoop it back in this time. Your womb twinges, hips aching.

You can't imagine wanting anyone else in this way now; he is all you desire. His delirious worship of you plants itself in your mind and takes root, wheedling its way into your sense of reality like an insidious weed. He said he wouldn't take anything from you, but you have half the mind to offer your soul to him, if only for him to make good on his word and take you as his hellbride.

"Please... please stay," you whisper desperately. You weakly grab his thick arm, giving him the most pleading, demure look you can manage in this worn-out state.

He gives you a warm glance in reply, gently shaking you off. "I'm sorry, little lamb, I can't stay. We should do this again sometime."

You close your eyes when he leans in to kiss your forehead, relishing the warmth of his lips on your heated skin. When you open your eyes again the demon has vanished, despite the warm feeling of his lips still lingering on your brow.

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Leaving Dickson, we set off for Campamento Perros. This day was one of the most beautiful! One of those days where you can’t stop taking pictures and can’t help but be grateful to be alive, to be breathing and seeing this scenery. I was starting to feel better but nowhere near 100 percent yet. We took our time and took in all the beauty of Patagonia. The mountains spread as far as we could see. This part of the hike was forested, dense, and thick with some pretty decent accents — the first coming right out of Dickson Camp. There are fantastic views of the backside of the Towers and extraordinary views of the Valle de Los Perros during this section.

Rockin’ my Elevation hat…as always!

We stopped to eat alongside a river. One of the things any backpacker has to consider is water. It’s vital and, in my opinion, one of the most important things to consider.It’s a vital life saving force. In most of my hiking experience….(ok other than when I was a hose-drinking wild kid and didn’t know better) I’ve filtered water. I have a great filtering system that condenses down into a small pouch. I’ve heard the horror stories of people not filtering and falling so sick that they’ve had to stop their hike. Heading into this trip, ALL of my research showed NO FILTERS were needed along this hike. I was skeptical. The last thing you want is to be sick… from bad water. The flu I can conquer, but hiking with a stomach illness, sleeping in a tent, with little to no showers did not sound great to me. I packed the filter, but ultimately after talking to people and guides in Chile before leaving, left it along with our “travel clothes” in the hostel in Puerto Natales. That’s trust in humanity!

“Patagonia water is the best water you could ever possibly drink,” we heard over and over. “It’s straight from glaciers and the purest, finest, cleanest water ever!”

TRUTH!!

I’ll tell you, though, the first time I had to take the lid off of my bottle and dunk it into a water source and drink, I was on my knees praying that everything I had read and had been told was the gospel. And it was! That’s faith!

G and I still talk about the water there and wish so terribly we could find a way of getting it here. It’s hands down the best water on our planet!

We got into camp a little early, set up our space, and backtracked along the trail to Los Perros Lake and glacier. We marveled at the icebergs floating in the turquoise water of the lake. We took a ton of photos and sat taking in God’s creation. We breathed in the Holy wind.

G and I, even though we spend a lot of time together, never lack in conversation. He and I can sit into the wee hours of a morning, from the night before, talking. We can go to dinner together, sitting across a table from one another, like no one else is in the restaurant and have a 3 hour dinner just chatting away. BUT we also crave our alone time. Our independence. It has always been an important and essential part of our relationship, and we always consider and honor one another’s space.

Bridge For One

On this day…after the funny pictures and skipping rocks into the water, trying to reach out and touch some icebergs we both found ourselves wandering to the opposite sides of the lake. Taking our time, individually to pray, meditate and just be alone. We have been coexisting in a 2-pound backpacking tent with a space of 88 x 42 inches for the past 7 days….we needed to air out our minds, our hearts….our pits. HA! We needed to get quiet, to listen, to take in what was being given to us. What nuggets were we going to glean from this adventure?

As we were getting up to leave, we heard the strangest sound… we stopped, looking around, and right across the water, a HUGE section of the glacier was cracking off. It plunged right into the water! We stood there mouths gaped.

The next morning was an early alarm. We knew we were hiking over John Gardner Pass. The weather on the pass can change in an instant, and we knew our best bet was to get an early start because weather conditions in Torres del Paine are generally better in the mornings.

We put on our headlamps and started our ascent in the dark. The first section is forested. It is wet, dripping, and had parts with creek-like crossings, and oversized puddles. It is swampy and has mud holes that will swallow you up. The rocks are slippery, and we had a couple of slips, nothing too terrible, but I was happy for my Jackie Chan-like skills when one of my trekking poles slipped off of a boulder and left me falling headfirst towards the deep, dark, black mud. Somehow I was able to hop-scotch my way whilst falling headlong, recklessly. I somehow recovered gracefully after bouncing over several logs, roots, and boulders. We stood and laughed for the longest time, remarking how we wished we would’ve “caught that on video” and thinking about what it would’ve looked like had I fallen. I am glad I didn’t find out!

We took our time over this section and eventually came to the boulder field that is the toughest part of the pass. It’s full of small and large boulders that require maneuvering around. Quite a few places were gushing water from melting snow, and we felt like we were climbing through waterfalls. Essentially… we were. We were happy that this day was sunny and hot and that the glacier water was ice cold! There was a steady stream of hikers heading up at the same time, and we would watch as other hikers, looking like ants, would disappear over the saddle to their first view of Glacier Grey.

The final pitch was steep and seemed like we were never going to get over the top… then… there we were!

The view!

Isn’t it incredible how after so much effort in a huge climb, there is a reward. Kind of like like, huh?

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I often get overcome with emotion when I hike in the mountains. The enormity of it all just takes my breath from my lungs. I feel so small and it really humbles me to be surrounded by such giants. I stood in complete silence and awe.

We were gifted on this day with perfect hiking weather. This pass is riddled with wind, snow, and rain, but today was full sun, blue skies, and NO wind. We talked with several guides who said that type of weather happens about three times a year on that pass. THREE TIMES A YEAR! and here we are atop the pass with the most perfect view of Glacier Grey, in the most perfect weather, surrounded by snowcapped mountains. I could’ve just died right there it was so magnificent. Thank you, God.

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Grey Glacier is a glacier in the Southern Patagonia Ice Field. It flows southward from the Patagonian Andes Mountains into Grey Lake. The glacier is 6 kilometers (3.72 miles) wide and over 30 meters (98 feet) high. It occupies a total area of 270 km2 (100 sq mi) and a length of 28 km (17 mi) It’s the second-largest contiguous extrapolar icefield. There are truly no words to describe this glacier!

After taking photos and spending time taking in this marvel, we made the massive decent down, relishing the views of the glacier and having fun on the suspension bridges. If you’re afraid of heights… stop here, because these bridges are incredibly long and the valleys that they connect are DEEP! The highest and longest bridge is 80m high (262 feet), and 50m (164 feet) long.

Luckily it wasn’t windy, and I wondered as I crossed how these bridges would be in heavy wind. Thank you, Jesus!! I read over some blogs before our trip that said to be sure and HOLD ON in high winds. Ummm… We stopped at Paso Camp today. We rested, drank, filled our bellies, and chatted with fellow hikers about coming over the pass. We were exhausted, sun, and heat beaten and were happy to be off of our feet this day. One thing to note, there is zero ozone in Patagonia, so if you’re planning a trip, pack FIRST; sunscreen, SECOND; glasses! The sun is no joke!

Paso to Grey Camp was up for our next day. Grey was initially not on our itinerary… but ya know… those pesky eleventh-hour reservations… We were quite happy to get to Grey. We had decided we would sleep inside (a lot of people opt for the tent area) and had a shared room with another couple. Funny enough, it was a couple we had met a few days ago on a windy ascent but hadn’t seen since. It was like a family reunion when we opened the door of our bunk house. This is the first time in our history of travel that we’ve “bunked” like this. We were a little hesitant about this sleeping arrangement with total strangers! Turns out after hiking all. the. days. adding in a nice HOT shower and a legitimate meal in the restaurant… no one cared. We were so tired, after some small talk about our future adventures, we each collapsed onto our beds and slept straight through until the morning.

Grey Camp was in a gorgeous area against a sheer rock face. We sat out on the deck in Adirondack chairs, watching the sunrise the next morning.

From Grey, you can hike to the Glacier Mirador. After the Mirador, we headed off to our next camp, Paine Grande. This is the part of the trail where you meet up with the W hikers. This also begins two-way traffic on the trail, as there are a lot of day hikers and hikers heading in and out for an overnight or two. The trail gets busier after this section. G and I always call them “the shiny people” because frequently we have been out backpacking for DAYS and sometimes WEEKS and to day-hikers, I’m sure we look and ..ahem… smell like hobos. They pass us in their clean khakis and white t-shirts, smelling heavily of that morning’s shower. They have applied deodorant, fresh-hair in perky ponytails… and I think… I used to look pretty like that!

Paine Grande is a bustling place with O-hikers, W-hikers, and day-trippers. It sits stunningly on a lake with towering mountains to its side. We had already booked a room (alone) for this night’s stay. We checked in, showered, bought meal tickets FOR REAL FOOD in the morning, and set out to explore.

First stop; the fantastic bar on the top level. With its panoramic view, great music, and ice-cold beer, how could we pass that up? It was here that we talked over the trip that we knew would soon be ending. We talked about our ups and downs and the emotions that hit you when you’re on long treks like this. The peaks and valleys, and how real life seems to always follow trail life. We both hit low points. I was upset I had not felt 100 percent dealing with the flu, and I had times I got extremely frustrated with the congestion and nose blowing. Greg’s came after descending from John Gardner Pass, where I am convinced he was suffering some slight sunstroke and dehydration.

Looking back, I am still so glad I took the risk to start this hike.

Always take the risk! I could’ve let the sickness win, the fear of being miserable, the dismay of starting and maybe not finishing the hike, but like every hard thing in life, I pressed on and was so happy for that. I (we) never take our travel for granted. We both know there are people unable to travel as we do. There are couples who, one likes to travel, and one doesn’t, so they both don’t! For some, it’s a financial burden, some constrained by their career, some just simply don’t like to travel and some… are just paralyzed in fear to take that first step into something unknown. I can’t be that person and am thankful to have married a man who feels the same! There is no chance of tomorrow, and there is no chance that we will allow this precious life to pass by us.

We sat in this bar for a couple of hours and talked about the stories we will have for our future generations. Our grandkids… when looking at the globe someday, can hear stories of us climbing mountains and hiking all the miles, getting flooded in monsoons, eating God-knows-what from street vendors all over Asia. Standing in the Sea of Galilee in Isreal, getting stuck in the middle of the jungle, alone, on a motorcycle in Panama, having lightning strike so close that we felt our hair stand on end on a backpacking trip. Walking across a border crossing into Nicaragua, paragliding and sky diving, climbing down into war tunnels in Vietnam, surfing with giant sea turtles and stingrays all around us, nearly falling to my death in the Colorado Rockies… the list goes on…..

I know all grandparents have beautiful stories to tell their grandkids… and we can’t wait to share ours if someday God blesses us with littles.

We did a little sink laundry before heading over to the mess tent to cook some dinner. Greg was utterly crippled with eating dehydrated meals, so he opted to shop in the small store and buy… none other than Cup-a-Soup. Because that dehydrated food in styrofoam was far superior to the Packit Gourmet meals that we were currently existing on. Can you hear my sarcasm? I say this laughing because BOY does that food get old, and Cup-a-Noodles is like five-star cuisine when you’ve gotten tired of what you’ve packed.

As the sun set on another incredible night, we saw a Mama fox and her kits running around and playing in the meadow just outside. We moved out to take some video. They YIPPED and wrestled with one another until it was too dark to see.

Cont…..

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Patagonia Ocho a Diez Leaving Dickson, we set off for Campamento Perros. This day was one of the most beautiful! One of those days where you can’t stop taking pictures and can’t help but be grateful to be alive, to be breathing and seeing this scenery.

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