Page 20 of Neon Pestilence
The hypnotic notes ofCan You See Me? by Rezzfill the air around us, and the lights from the festival pulse around us, creating an almost hypnotic backdrop to this moment. Like the very festival I’ve been watching all these years is now watching us.
I grin to myself as I penetrate her ass, not allowing her a second to adjust. She’s a good girl. I know she can take it.
Her cries ring out around us as my hips buck into her, her tight hole stretching around me. I continue my brutal thrusts, slamming into her as deeply as I can.
I watch intently as her palms fly out, her fingers trying to grip on anything they can. It’s useless, though, so she opts for scratching her way through the dirt, moaning into the ground like the dirty, needy patient she is.
My cock twitches in her ass as heat builds in my stomach. Each pulse of her brings me closer to my inevitable downfall.
She’s the first patient I’ve touched like this. The first patient I’ve killed for. And Gods be damned, now that she’s heard my voice, there’s no escape for her.
Our climax hits at the same time, pushing us both over the edge until our bodies are a crumbled, panting mess. My cock twitches inside of her, giving her every last drop of my essence. We lay there, spent and satisfied, two beings whose paths were never meant to cross.
Blood and dirt coat our bodies, but my soul has never felt cleaner. Like being here, next to her, was the only cure I ever needed.
Pulling myself to my feet, I turn and see she’s already passed out. Her soft snores fill the air, and I can't help but smile to myself.
I don’t know what I did for the Gods to allow me such a pure being, with a heart that hasn’t turned black. I’ve worn this mask for so long, but for her? I would rip it off. Let the pestilence take me. As long as it means I get to have her in the end.
Scooping her into my arms, I turn back toward the festival. She mumbles in her sleep, something about a coyote, a vampire, and… glitter? I chuckle to myself before reaching into my pocket.
I nudge her awake just long enough to make her take her nightly dose. The liquid that allows me to speak with her non-verbally, the one made from my essence.
I spent years crafting it, never knowing if I would even use it. But here we are. Now she’s filled with me. Her body and soul. And fuck, that makes me want to bend her over all over again.
Chapter 19
Indy
Iwake up mid-panic attack. My breathing is ragged, and my heart is pounding so hard it almost hurts. Visions of dead bodies flood my thoughts, the feel of their blood on my skin making me scratchy.
My eyes dilate, and I realize I’m back in my tent. No blood. No Tommy. No Tini. And no Doctor. Just me and the distantthumpsof someone playing music at their campsite.
I breathe out slowly, trying to calm my heartbeat.In…one, two, three…out, one, two, three. Hold it.. one, two, three.I tell myself as I focus on trying to calm down. A therapist told me about this method years ago, and I still find myself using it to this day.
After a few minutes, my heartbeat returns to normal, and I don’t feel lightheaded anymore. I look down and see that I still have my outfit on from last night. My body is still buzzing, but I ignoreit as I make my way out of the tent and down to the porta-potties.
Making my way back after what feels like way-to-fucking-long standing outside the blue pee palace, I start to feel off… Not in a bad way, but rather… lighter? Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Everything looks brighter, and the sun feels warmer. Like the world is shifting into something even more beautiful. It’s becoming more and more apparent every day.
I try to play back my memories from last night, but they’re too grainy, too far away. Flashes come and go, but I can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. It’s like a fever dream.
Arriving at my campsite, I look over and notice that there’s movement or sounds coming from next door. Everyone is gone… probably an early day? Maybe they are in the showers.
Even if what I saw last night truly happened, where’s everyone else? The two other wooks, the other girls? They can’t really just be gone, right? That would mean… no, that can’t be right. There’s no way this canallbereal. Right?
Shaking the thoughts of the unknown away, I try to turn my focus away. Only two more nights until this festival is over. And if there’s any chance of my figuring out anything, I’m going to have to go back to the root of it all. The Doctor’s tent.
I work quickly, pulling on my outfit for today. A black one-piece that shows off my stomach and legs, covered in gold stars and moons. The bell sleeves are giant, made of mesh fabric. Gold embellishments cover the sleeves, creating an almost ethereal look.
I pair it with a hood, half mask, and thigh-high stompy boots, turning me into some form of a witchy assassin.
At least my outfits are going according to plan.
Smudging some black eyeliner around my eyes and adding mascara to my lashes creates the perfect finishing touch. Simple, yet deadly.
I reach over and grab my fanny pack. It still has all my vapes in it and all the joints and drugs from the night prior.
Pulling out my nic vape, I take a deep breath, letting the cool smoke fill my lungs. My nerves calm slightly. I take another puff before throwing it back into the pack and heading toward the event.
