That Time I Banged A Banshee

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So there I was, roaming the Irish countryside searching for an abandoned church I heard about online, when lo-and-behold I got myself lost. This particular church was noteworthy because it still had intact stained glass windows, despite being several hundred years old.The exact name of the church eludes me but I heard it was haunted by some sort of wailing spirit that drove everyone away. The village surrounding the church relocated and time wore it down to nothing. Only the church and its stained glass windows remained, or so the story goes.If that was true, I wanted to find it. An empty old church with pretty windows may seem trivial to some, but I thought it would be fascinating to look at. I’d take some pictures for my social media profiles, maybe write a blog post about it, inform the locals what condition it was in, and be on my way. I had a rough idea where the church was, but had to park my rental car at the edge of a forest and finish my journey on foot.As an experienced hiker, I didn’t think much of it, I’d mosey around the woods until I found it and retrace my steps back to the car. Like always, I got distracted along the way and veered off from my path only to forget which way I should be going in the first place. To make matters worse, it started raining. Normally I like rain. I find it peaceful, and it helps me sleep. But when you’re out in the wilderness without shelter, rain sucks. It’s cold, it ruins your clothes and food, makes the ground muddy and difficult to traverse, it just sucks. I had a small tarp in my kit for situations exactly like this and as I peered around the forest looking for a suitable tree to tie off to; I saw the unmistakable stony outcropping of a cave. Assuming a bear wasn’t inside, that was the safest and best form of shelter I could ask for. For once, luck was in my favor. With renewed vigor, I made my way toward the cave, picking up some tinder along the way before it got too wet to light. As I approached the cave with a skip in my step, I heard something odd. I slowed my pace and strained my ears to try to identify the noise. At first, I thought it was some strange whistle coming from the wind. Depending on the surrounding trees, it can sometimes create an ominous keening sound. This was different. It echoed from out of the cave and sounded like a woman crying, weeping in misery. My pulse quickened as I considered what could make that noise.Was a woman trapped or hurt in there? Was it an animal that I didn’t know about? Perhaps an injured deer, or something? Or was I making it all up, just a figment of my imagination because I was cold and worried? Stress can do crazy things. It wouldn’t have been ridiculous for my brain to be playing tricks on me. As I approached the cave, the noise stopped. I peered in. Nothing but darkness. I stepped closer, into the mouth of the cave. Rain pattered on the stone around me. The darkness inside the cave seemed alive somehow, moving before me.I unslung my backpack from my shoulder and reached inside to take out a flashlight. “Go away!” a shrill voice snarled. The flashlight flew into the air and landed hard on the stone beneath my feet. My first instinct was to heed the voice’s advice and run as fast as I could.The primal part of my brain wanted nothing more than to flee and forget this ever happened. The rational side of me had a different opinion. Against my better judgment, I slowly kneeled down to pick up my flashlight. If someone was in here, they could be lost like I was. Maybe they needed my help as much as I needed theirs. My flashlight refused to turn on at first, but after a few whacks from my palm, it lit up. I shined the light into the cave and just about had another heart attack. The beam of light shone avcılar escort bayan across the jagged stone until it illuminated the slender, pale figure of a naked woman. Well, the shape of one. She was translucent, not unlike a pane of stained glass.I pointed my flashlight at her, trying to wrap my head around the situation, and she let out a shriek that almost burst my eardrums. “Go away or I’ll kill you!” she shouted, her voice raspy and worn. I believed her. Her spectral form was like nothing I’d ever seen outside of movies. Was she a ghost? Could she actually hurt me if she wasn’t solid? My understanding of physics was not enough to educate any decision in this regard. As my mind played out the possibilities of this encounter in my head, the depressing keening noise came back. The woman’s shoulders shuddered and she buried her face in her hands. Her breath came out in ragged bursts and she sniffled into her palms. She was crying.“Is everything OK?” I asked, inching closer against my better judgment. “Go away, I don’t want you to die!” she sobbed. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I knew she needed help.“What do you mean? Why would I die?” I asked, inching ever closer. As I got closer, I got a better look at her. She was small, both in height and frame. Hunched over and sobbing made it hard to tell, but if I had to guess I’d say she wasn’t much more than four feet tall. She was very thin, almost sickly, and her skin was ghastly pale. She was surprisingly clean for a seemingly feral woman, or ghost, in the woods. I came within an arm’s length away from her and she looked up at me, eyes red and puffy from crying. “Everyone who meets me dies. I am cursed,” she whined, staring up at me with her puffy blue eyes. Clumps of coppery red hair fell around her face and I couldn’t help but think she’d be beautiful with a shower and a good night’s sleep.“Are you hurt?” I asked, kneeling down next to her.“No,” she said.“How long have you been out here?” “Centuries.”“What are you doing out here?”“What do you mean?” she asked. She rubbed her nose on her wrist.“What brought you out here? Why haven’t you gone home?”“This is my home. I’ve always lived out here.”“I see. Well, what makes you think you’re cursed?” My eyes glanced down to her bare breasts, a quick and involuntary reaction because they were out. I wasn’t trying to perv on her, it’s just… there were boobs, so I looked.“I have always been cursed, for as long as I can remember. There was a village nearby, with a beautiful church. I would watch people live their lives, day in and day out, but if I ever showed myself, they would run in fear or try to hurt me. I learned to isolate myself, only admire them from afar. But humans are so fragile. Eventually, they would die and I spent so much time watching them and their families that their deaths pained me so. I would cry for the fallen, but my sorrow only drove fear into the hearts of the villagers and eventually, they all left. Now I’m here, alone, so I don’t bother or hurt anyone.”“You said there’s a village nearby, with a church?” I asked, suddenly excited. Perhaps I was close.“Yes, there was. All the villagers left centuries ago and the buildings have all rotted away. All save the church.”“Does it happen to have big stained-glass windows?” “Aye,” she nodded. A wave of excitement overtook me. Exciting as her information was, it paled in comparison to the see-through woman who gave it. What could she be? She looked human, though irregular. Being small and pale doesn’t make you a monster. Then I remembered her first shriek, the one that was so loud I thought my eardrums burst. That definitely wasn’t normal. Even if it somehow got magnified by the shape of the cave, it beylikdüzü escort bayan was still unnatural. I thought about my knowledge of Irish folklore. I wasn’t an encyclopedia or anything, but I’ve played my fair share of D&D so I had an idea as to what she might be. Couldn’t hurt to ask.“Are you a banshee?” I asked.“Aye,” she said, nodding again. “How did you know?”“Lucky guess,” I said, feeling anything but lucky.“Are you not afraid of me?” she asked.“A couple of weeks ago I would have shit my pants, but today? I guess I’m just happy to find someone out here. I was kinda lost.”She smiled. Her teeth were remarkably straight and clean for a creature that lived out in the woods. And for being centuries old, she looked fantastic. Maybe spirits don’t age? Or she could choose her appearance? Fascinating to think about. Not that any of that mattered. “You’re very nice,” she said.“Thanks. You’re nice too. I’m not sure why all those villagers were so afraid of you.”“Humans fear what they do not understand.”“You’re not wrong there,” I said. My stomach growled. “Are you hungry?” I asked, reaching into my bag for two protein bars. I pulled one out and handed it to her, then realized how stupid that was given she wasn’t solid. She eyed the bar suspiciously. I reasoned that she probably didn’t trust humans, especially one being nice to her for no reason. It made me sad to think of how lonely she was out here. How little she thought of herself because of the abuse she’d suffered in the past. I opened the bar and took a bite out of it, in case she thought I was trying to poison her or something.She watched me chew and swallow. Then, in the blink of an eye, she became solid and cautiously took the bar from my hand. She brought it to her lips and took a bite. Her eyes stayed locked on to me as she chewed. Her face softened. I opened my bar and ate it.“So what do you, like, do out here?” I asked.“What do you mean?” she asked around a mouthful of protein bar.“Do you ever get bored? What do you do for fun?”“Sometimes I venture out to find people to watch. Or I just pleasure myself.”I choked on my protein bar as she said that. “I see,” I said, clearing my throat. “You mean, like, masturbate?”She nodded. “What else am I supposed to do out here, all alone?”“Yeah, I suppose.” Whether she felt awkward about it or not, she stayed silent for a while. “Do you think you could take me to that church you mentioned? I’d really love to see it.”“It’s getting late, and the rain is fierce. We should wait until morning.” She was right. The rain was pouring down in sheets, I couldn’t even see passed the cave mouth. I was also bushed, so waiting till morning didn’t sound half bad. I was a little apprehensive to spend the night with a banshee, whose powers and motives I wasn’t entirely clear on, but she gave me little reason to be afraid of her. If she decided to kill me in my sleep, then I guess I’d deal with that when it happened. Or just die. Either way.I took all the things out of my backpack that needed to dry and got myself ready for bed. Stuck in a cave in the middle of nowhere during a massive thunderstorm pretty much meant that I just put my tarp down and climbed into my sleeping bag to stay warm. I offered her my jacket, more to keep my eyes off her than because she needed the warmth. If she lived out here as long as she said, then she no doubt didn’t need my help to stay comfortable. I settled into my damp sleeping bag and curled into a little ball to try to stay warm.The banshee looked through all the things I put out to dry, fascinated with them. If she was never allowed to spend time in civilization, they probably looked as interesting to her as an ancient artifact did to me. It didn’t bother esenyurt escort me. She wasn’t destroying anything, just curious about all of it, and once she finally stopped asking me questions about every little thing, I nodded off to sleep. My slumber was not long-lived. A rustling sound woke me up, followed by the chill of air as my sleeping bag opened. When I opened my eyes, the banshee was busy crawling into my sleeping bag with me.  “What are you doing?” I asked, still half-asleep.“I’m cold,” she said. I felt her skin touch mine, and she wasn’t lying. I’d have been shivering so much my fillings would have fallen out of my teeth. She climbed in and zipped the sleeping bag around us, pushing her bare booty back into my hips. My sleeping bag was only designed to fit a single person, so despite my inclination to flip over and respect her boundaries by sleeping butt to butt, there wasn’t enough room to facilitate that. She took my arm around wrapped it around her, scooting back into me and securing our spooning position.It was at that point I noticed she was no longer wearing my jacket. She wrapped my arm around her body and placed my hand upon her firm, supple breast that had no business being that perky for how thin and old she was. My hand recoiled as my fingers figured out what I was holding, but she pulled it back and placed hers over top to secure my grip on her breast. I tried to tell myself that maybe banshees were very… comfortable with each other. Maybe this wasn’t inherently sexual to her, even though it was stirring things up for me.I still felt weird about it. Who wouldn’t? She was a stranger to me, and not even human. It didn’t matter that she had a slender, petite frame that was currently naked and wrapped in my arms, it still felt wrong. Maybe she’s just cold, I told myself. She just needs a warm night’s sleep and everything will be fine. So as not to offend her or make things any more uncomfortable, I left my hand on her breast and tried to fall back asleep. Once she got cozy in my arms she settled in and the sleeping bag warmed up again. At first, her body was tense. With my arms wrapped around her, I easily felt her rigid posture and wondered if she was uncomfortable or just bony. As the sleeping bag warmed up, she relaxed, and as she relaxed, I dozed off once more. Right as the grip of sleep was about to take hold, I heard her moan. My first thought was that she was dreaming. I’ve been told I make noises in my sleep, it’s not uncommon at all. Then I felt her hips slowly moving against me and her fingers tightened around my hand, which tightened my hand around her breast. She let out a lengthy breath, as if to steady herself. The movements of her hips were subtle, almost imperceptible, but in my heightened state of awareness I picked up on them easily. Her grip relaxed on my hand. I kept it there and lay perfectly still, both because I didn’t want to startle her and because I wanted her to think I was still asleep. She kept going.Her slow, barely noticeable movements and soft moans continued with her. My brain ran through a list of things she could be doing, and based on what she told me she does for fun, the most logical was that she was masturbating.In my sleeping bag.Naked.With me wrapped around her.Though awkward, I thought it would be infinitely more so if she knew I knew what she was doing. Isolated in the wilderness for that long was sure to degrade your social skills, I was willing to cut her some slack. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t jerked off in the middle of the night with other people in the room if I really needed it. Who hasn’t? I kept up the facade that I was asleep and let her do her thing. My plan was going swimmingly until my body betrayed me. Slowly, surely, I got hard.At first, I panicked. There was no way she wouldn’t notice that if it kept growing. If she noticed it, there was no telling what could happen. Maybe it would end awesome, like my fairy encounter, or maybe she’d explode my brain with her crazy banshee howl.

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