Wilder Side Rider

“Goddamn it there’s too many things I don’t like about this time of year.”

Aaron looked at his longtime friend thinking, “Oh no, not the complaining again.”

“Fuck it. I’m going to enjoy myself despite all the shit.” He stared at the ceiling instead of rolling his eyes. He pulled a long draught of the sweet, room temperature stout, his mind wandering as it hit his gut…” Wish this was mead!”

“I know a place where the mead is perfect Tolland. Some pretty hot nordic-german looking women serving it too…”

“What the fuck, it’s the longest night of the year. People are a little festive. Perhaps some gal will take pity on an old smart ass thrall like me? By Odin’s beard and the swell in my organs let’s hope so!”

“We’ve been to the Long Ships before. Remember? That Helga looking woman accosted you in the parking lot…”

“Yeah, I remember. My back was fucked up for a week. She rode me hard and put me away wet…”

Aaron laughed, “I’ll bet it was wet!”

“Fuck it’s always good…maybe she’ll be there again…”
His mind drifted again. So many people had died this year, hell, in the last three years. Fucking depressing shit. Tolland was feeling his own mortality.

“Hell, we don’t live forever. We might as well enjoy ourselves as much as possible on the way to our death.”

They paid the tab and strode out of the bar. Big men, they looked like Viking strong men with trimmed beards and hair…Tolland, blonde with red beard and Aaron brown haired and blue eyed, over six five.
Along the way the roadway had a low fog on it with a mist. The full moon was casting shadows from the forest lining the highway. Tolland could swear he saw spectral figures darting across the road…

“Goddamn it Aaron, why is it I hallucinate when I drink?”

“Tolly, I am seeing some weird shit too, like ghosts darting across the roadway and I have only had two beers…”

“Yeah! What’s going on with this…fucking Christmas anyway huh?”

“Luckily the bar has a good shuttle service to the hotel on Grand. We may need it tonight…”

“Shit I hope Helga takes ME home, Aaron…”

They half-assed parked the dual cab pickup, taking up two spaces. The tavern looked pretty full from the state of the parking lot. As they walked up to the entrance they could hear Swedish Death Metal powerfully booming out of the building. The first band was done. Second band due to come on.

“Fuck Aaron, you didn’t tell me there was a show here tonight…that fucks up my drinking. How am I supposed to talk to women?”

“Shit, Tolly. You don’t say much anyway, it’s mostly nonverbal…”

As they entered there was an empty booth beside the bar which had some great looking women lining it. Tall, Nordic and Germanic looking with ample figures with flowing dresses like robes almost…

“Shit Aaron! Is this a drinking hall for a Viking chief or what?”

On the walls there was different art from the last time they were there…the paintings depicted scenes of Viking raiding parties and from the Norse myths.
“Damn, are you sure this is the same bar, dude?”

In the far corner, back of the club opposite the entrance, some pale, glowing figures sat at a long table downing big steins of ale or beer or maybe it was mead. All of them had dead looks on their faces which looked fuzzy to both men.
Soon one of the servers approached. She was about five ten in flat shoes, almost platinum blonde with light blue eyes. Her ample breasts pushed up from the crew necked top and bodice she was wearing with flowing skirt above the knees, showing off long athletic legs.

“Hi guys what can I getcha besides a clone of myself for your pleasure?” She winked and smiled so big the guys couldn’t help but grin back at her…

“Well Brunhilde, you can bring us two horns of mead to start and tell those gals at the bar to turn around and smile.”

They noticed in that far corner, a tall, very feminine figure in an iridescent emerald gown turning her long, wavy, red hair framed face toward them to give them a potent stare and begin doing a slinky, yet subtle approach toward them.

“Damn Tolly, you ever see a redhead that pretty?”

Tolly gulped hard, almost choking, “No dude, it hurts to look at her…”

She paused to stop at the bar to talk to two other gorgeous women who reminded Tolly of modern day Valkyries. The mead arrived with a saucy wink from Brunhilde.

“Well Brunhilde, weren’t you going to offer to bring us something else?”

“Hey big fella, how’d you know my name? I might just have to collect you after you pass out tonight…”

Aaron contained his laughter and grinned back, “No honey, we wouldn’t want you to have too much fun by taking advantage of the situation would we?”

“I won’t guarantee your safety darlin’”, she walked away rocking her hips and making his loins surge with blood.

“Oh shit, that’s too fuckin’ funny A-Ron!”, Tolly was about to drop to the floor…

The redhead was on them now…

Tolly almost had to lower his head…damn, she looked like his idealization of Freya. He’d always told himself if he was religious, he’d be an Odinist for sure…a shamanic priest.
She came up right next to him, facing his knee with her hips and laid a hand on his shoulder. “I have been waiting for you to get this long night started…”
He downed the mead, which by the way, was served in a large drinking horn.

“Aaron, here’s to the longest night of the year, the best mead around, and a very pretty goddess to be sure…” He just now noticed she was wearing highly polished, yet rough cut, emeralds, set in heavy gold chain…ancient looking, probably if genuine, priceless.

“For shits and giggles, your name is Tolly, right? You can call me Freya.”
She began to phosphoresce in greenish gold a black aura around this. She pressed against him, he could not help but spread his knees and turn into her. She embraced him and lightly kissed his lips and his neck…” You smell great, like cucumbers.” She rubbed inside his thigh and found him grown to meet her.

“Ahhhh, we must save this for later.” She sat down and Brunhilde arrived with more mead and a special jeweled horn for Freya. Tolly felt puzzled. He was thinking in some weird, old language. He muttered out loud. She answered him and he knew what she meant…something about riding with her in the cold dark night in the moonlight on steeds with hounds chasing something supernatural through the air.

“Raise your horns my lords! Let us toast!”

“To this Winter Solstice and the beauty of this cold dark night.” Aaron all but blurted. Freya flushed and smiled, pounding her mead, very goddess like.

“To these old Gods resurrected, come with me to pull the souls of heroes slain in battle and the poor spirits dead otherwise as we ride through the night skies…”

The mead was gone again and Brunhilde arrived again with more and a troll music band began to play some hypnotic folk metal in the background. Tolly’s right eye went dark suddenly for the room and started giving him views of scenes far away from the bar. The toasting continued for quite some time and Freya and Brunhilde kept calling Aaron Herne. The blond kept stroking his lap and got him in a full tent pitch.

“Come my lords, let us go outside to take a ride now…” Freya was up, getting them off their stools, pushing them toward the door.

As they walked outside, everything went black and Tolly found himself in a long, blue cloak and a wide brimmed hat. He was astride a strange mount, it had multiple legs and a horse’s head and body. Freya mounted a sleigh, drawn by two, gigantic, big as horses, wild boars. She cracked her bullwhip and they all took off. Brunhilde riding Aaron’s Herne cock, flying him through the air trailing Freya and her boar drawn sleigh and preceded by Tolly/Odin on Slepneir, all of them following airborne hounds into the night skies.

They soared into the suburbs over rooftops collecting the spectres of the dead who added to the baying of the houndswoden-wild-hunt

Tolland felt a serious squinching of his mind by the presence of the Allfather’s death consciousness. He felt as though he was getting ridden while flying. Ridden through the abyss. He was feeling the doom of those spirits drawn into the ride. Some of them were road killed in traffic accidents. He could feel their moments of death and the realizations of life leaving their bodies and their spirits left to hover or wander or lay quieted. Also sucked up were the spirits of people from unsolved murders, some tortured by their tormentors. Now they would make a pass over some of the murderers, heinously murdering their consciousness while still alive and sucking their ability to stem the pain of this. The worst feeling of all were the suicides and overdose victims who must be consumed. As the ride continued the spectres joined the train like procession through the night sky, occasionally sensed by a sensitive empath while dreaming these all become horrific nightmares of terrifying death.
Tolland and the other possessed shouted and screamed the terrors of the dead so that it sounded like an eerie howling of high winds to the untrained observer. Now they would sweep over hospitals and take those close to death and on life support.
“Aieeeeeeeee, James! What is happening? Arrghhhh!!”

He was driving into her, perfect rhythm, they’d been together many pleasurable nights…

“Fuck me…”, he gurgled as the talons reached into the bedroom through the ceiling and tore him apart while still in her, his upper torso lifted up, pulverized, thrown aside like ground offal. The claws ripped off her head…the spirit ether drawn up into the maelstrom above…she screamed, “James! Oh no! I lovvvee youuuuuu…. aieeeeee!!!!”

It was later now, maybe 330am, Sleipnir, the boar sleigh, and Brunhilde/Herne descended back to the parking lot, covered in blood and entrails.

“Come Aesir King, couple with me now.”
Freya had Tolly in her grasp, bloodied and semi-conscious. She half carried him to her car, a late model, black Corvette. He passed out in the seat until they arrived at her home. A beautiful, three storied brownstone deep in the city. She was so seductively beautiful, even covered in blood…

She led him staggering through the front door into great room and hallway to a large master bedroom at the end. She went into the shower in the bathroom on the left side of the room. He joined her and they washed the blood from each other. He loved the way the blood had made her skin slick to the touch. He licked her lightly and kissed her curves and under breasts. She found his face and pulled it to hers, fastening her lips to his tender and wet, tongue darting into his mouth open to receive. She took the initiative like no other had ever done before her. Tolly felt a deep connection with himself through her love making. Her presence was emotionally, sexually, and energetically staggering. He wanted to meet her kisses, bites, scratches, caress and sucking…she pushed him back down and took a deep breath, his cock in her hands waiting for her mouth. He closed his eyes.

“Elskhugi, slaka, láttu mig ríða þér…“, sounded like some old Viking language.

He let out a huge sigh of relaxation.

“Yes, yes my man.” She whispered huskily in between gulping, licking, jacking and tonguing his cock.

“Oh yes, fuck yes…” He kept relaxing and his dick kept expanding almost painfully. It felt amazing. He felt his mind transported to another place outside his body, or did it seem his mind was always outside the body? Now the illusion of separation was over. He felt her mind and consciousness. Other minds and consciousness seemed to surround them. Hers seemed more expanded and voluminous than the others directly around them. Sizing it would seem erroneous as it was more about presence than measuring characteristics. The presence of her seemed to pulse and emanate. She enveloped him in this set of realms. Their information mixed and spewed out a combination of them as a type of communication bridge.

To be continued?

©2015mhumunculero

All in ALL the halls

Darkened matter pervading my perversions of the speculative

The purloinment of goodness futures,

Future goodness of loins satisfied ten thousand times,

Dreams of you and of me again and again,

All the uses of me for all the yous paraded in these dreams once nightmarish…

Then again I was the man who rode the mare into the night

Eight legs she has and myself, blue cloak flailing in winter windigs

Wendigo fleeing, Krampus dissolving, dire wolves at my side monstrous,

And yet to you I am the greater monster,

Death angel beyond Azazel and all that,

An interdimensional information stream of entropy,

Helping me die the ten thousand little deaths,

Living each moment to its utmost,

The power of creation,

Ideations of pleasure,

A snuggled up spoony ass late night,

The deep hot feeling of it all…

All of it

All of it

Like purple webs extoling the hedonism of it

ALL.

 

©2015MHumunculero

Nice eh?

It seemed so nice on this autumn day.  Like most things seemingly tragic or catastrophic, a great entropic moment would happen as so many had before.

So sad it felt to see so many with great opportunity in front of them cast them aside for emotional whimsy. To fabricate and exaggerate statements into lies and hurtful hate like a poison to destroy friendships.  Some friendships are stronger than deceitful and hurt based treachery.  Too many felonious behaviors come from these distortions and deletions of speech.  So much so they become value judgement generalizations which turn into the lies which attempt to destroy love.

The seeds for the compassion and kindness which nullifies the deep pain from which all these things ensue had been planted in the past by the thoughtful event planner.  Deviating the course of events before their onset had great result in the lesser determined future. 

Now, the bonds would change and there would occur nor persist fetters which hinder the growth of love and simple commitment.  Poisonous repeats of poison words would come back to curse the distorter and deletist via lack of a solution.  There would be no harm, no victim, only the responsible.  Those who repeat statements of malignment from the point of view of the black mirror, ignoring the white mirror assessment would find themselves burned by their instigations and prevarications…

The defenses would not be needed, nor would the attacks succeed.  The hypersensitivities would show themselves as insecurity and narcissism.  All attempts to divide would dissipate into more loyalty.