Preys and Predators Part 1 Chapter 12

 

12           An interlude to gruesome acts

 

Mary Reid did not possess the qualities of the feline, but she loves to stretch her body when she is awake. More so, when she had a good sleep. She got out of the bedding and stretched her arms up and raised her feet on her toes. She then bends over her body forward to reach her toes. It was called calisthenics. It was a friendly nudge at her posterior then; the hardness of it was obvious. She spread her legs to accommodate the feel, where she was not disappointed by it. She felt the hands reached from the back towards her flat chest, tweaking where it matters.

“Uh-huh! You are a wonder to wake for.” Mary heard the compliments from the lover indulging inside her. She did not bother to reply but leaned back to enjoy the morning sun which had then provided her the alternative warmth. She felt his urgency in the act and was not to be left behind. She humped her body back at him and felt her own urgings set to explode.

“Yes!” Mary knew her needs were met.

The bodies detangled and the lady scoot off to the personal bucket. She heaved a sigh of relief on emptying her bladder and then emerged from there with the bath towel wrapped at her chest. Her lover laid on the bedding spreadeagled and heaving in deep breaths.

“Seriously, why do men feel like when they have unloaded, and lay on the bedding as if they done a long run?” Mary stood there looking.

“Well. We do. It is a culmination of hard works there. It felt like a high climb up the mountain side and then plunged down the ravine.”

“Ravine? I think it was my abyss was more like it, enveloped in darkness and despite the oncoming currents, your boys swam hard.” Mary replied. “I am taking a bath now to clean myself. I do not want to hold your scent when I am on the street. The canines might mistake me for their one of their own.”

“Mary, darling. Be nice. I was good.” Her lover called out when she stood under the torrents of water from the hand pumped shower there (Thanks to Mr. Feetham, a stove maker from Ludgate Hill in London. These early modern-day showers were powered by a hand pump and used less water than baths. And thank goodness for the stoves too).

“I knew you were but be a lad to rub my back. It is numbed from being pushed down on the bedding.” Mary called out. “My hands are busy.”

The request was swiftly attended and then the co-joining of the bodies was once more done.

Much later, on the rumpled bed sheets, the lovers were in-between their conjugal needs, decided to speak on trivial matters.

“Jon, are you leaving again?” Mary asked while her rights fingers tried to straighten the strands of hair on the other’s chest.

“Yes, I am. Challenger and myself are off to Tanzania. An expedition is mounted there to explore the inner parts of the land, where giant apes are heard of but unseen.” The lover named Jon replied. “Challenger’s injury is on the recovery and by the time we arrived there, he shall be fit to walk.”

“But you just arrived.” Mary protested.

“Darling, I have been here for one week ….no, it was two weeks. I had to see my mother and her sister …...” 

“Your aunt, Dorothy, you mean the ape.” Mary reminded him.

“Yes, and thankfully I did not come from between her legs. She is a …... bore and prude.”

“She is a spinster and not boring at all. I met her and was told you had come back, when you did not find me…… earlier.” Mary pulled a strand out.

“Ouch! How could I miss that? Oh, yes, I was afraid of Professor Moriarty’s niece. I hear he will cook me over the open fire if I ever jilt his niece.”

“And he will.” Mary reached down and grabbed his balls.

“Ouch! Be gentle. God made us gentler there.” Jon called out. “There are a number of delicate plumbing works there.”

“I can tell, when it needed to be released the valve there.” Mary smiled. “But do take care when you are in …… where is that again?”

“Tanzania. And it is safer there than here. Or even on your homestead. There they do not leave the victims in the alley. The predators would have consumed the carcass within the hour.” Ron interjected in. “I am worried for you to be here when the city is swarmed by these gruesome murders. Why Are you here anyway?”

“Well, at my homestead, we cleared off the blood suckers and the furry predators. So, I decided to come over to find more …...”

“Mary Reid, if I have not known you more, I would day you are here for a holiday but the fact I had known you deeper, you are here to hunt the murderers in your mind are blood suckers.”

“Jon Roxton, you are an animal to assume that I travel over a month just to come and suck off those killers.” Mary forced her hand hard on his groin. “I have better sucks here.”

Not disclosed to Jon was Mary was there to trace the whereabouts of one named Vlad Tepes. She was to seek him at the valley but then she knew he had left his castle.  The intelligence reports came in with his sightings at the city and confirmed by her uncle. It was no sucker punch but to end the vampire’s saga, the source must be eliminated.