SGQ - Grosslewd

It's only early afternoon, but in the woods the dense overhead cover drops the light level down do dramatically that it might pass for evening. It was easy to imagine the sun just beginning to dip down behind the distant mountains, casting the sky in a dark lavender.

It's not dark enough that you feel unsafe or nervous, it's only just reaching the point where the sounds of birds are fading to silence, leaving everything still and quiet. Everything except the constant crunching of leaves as you and Zack hike steadily uphill.

It was the same path you took to get to the cabin last time, a snaking course toward that lonely and dark pinnacle.

You're a little winded by this point and relieved to see Zack stop to get his bearings, craning his neck to search the woods ahead, perhaps for familiar landmarks.

"By the way," he asks, glancing back. "Has your hand healed yet?"

"Ye-" you look down and see the cut from the blood offering you'd made in the cemetery isn't entirely healed up anymore. It's mostly closed but still remains as rough, thin, red line across your palm where you'd cut it open in the graveyard. "Oh. No," you correct yourself

Zack takes a couple steps closer to you to look.

You hold your hand, palm up toward him so he can see better.

Zack gently takes your hand in his, finger tips brushing lightly over the back of your hand, almost tickling. He leans in to study the wound carefully for a minute, his face a mask of concentration, then he brings your hand to his lips and lays a gentle kiss on the cut.

You're too surprised to object or resist and can only stare as he gives your palm a second kiss, lingering this time, irritating your cut.

You cringe slightly.

Zack looks up at you, seeking something in your eyes before going back for more, this time slowly trailing his tongue up the length of the cut. It feels like running a hot piece of metal over your hand and you now see that there's a small bead of blood running across your palm from where your wound reopened

"Ow," you flinch.

Zack grips your hand harder, fingers tightening, and presses his tongue harder into the half-healed injury, splitting your skin again. Fresh blood wells to the surface which he licks away with zeal before pressing his tongue into you, past your skin and into the raw bleeding flesh beneath.

"Ah!" you grab your wrist to pull your hand away but Zack grabs tighter still, his tongue plunging into you, diving deeper, forcing its way inside you. Crimson blood fountains from your wound, running down your wrist and dipping off the back of your hand. Now his fingers are on your cut, joining his tongue and  tearing your wound open, pulling it wider. Your skin starts to come away like wallpaper to reveal more pink rawness beneath, a fresh wellspring of blood that he laps at hungrily-

With a gasp, you sit up in bed, clutching at your chest with what had been your injured hand hand.

{Bad dreams Alice?}

 You're sweating and breathing hard, relief sweeping over you that was just a dream. Still, you felt something with you in stirring, a strange feeling, something-

{Or good ones?}