Kneeling For The Ifrit

#PUMPKINSMUTLATTE MONSTER EROTICA

He’s here to punish me. I accept.

They say the gods of our ancestors follow us for as long as they live in our memories. So I’m not surprised when, in the course of fleeing the body of my dead husband, an Ifrit blocks the doorway.

Despite being atheist who had studied Islam alongside Arabic for purely professional reasons, I’m of middle eastern descent. This is a god of my people. And he has risen from a drop of my husband’s blood to seek vengeance for his murder.

The glowing, black-skinned creature is so huge he’s hunched against the ceiling. He has not eyes but fire blazing in the sockets as he reaches his fiercely clawed hands toward me, but he does so slowly. If he wanted to simply kill me, he’d do so. He’s trying to terrify me.

“You think I haven’t seen a monster before?” I spit out at him. “I married a real monster.”

The creature hesitates. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, if not for the shift in those fires. I see his confusion there. His chest heaves over his sunken stomach, flesh clinging to little more than rib cage.

I take a bold step forward and jut my chin up. “Either let me pass or kill me now, but know that he deserved to die, and I’ll gladly sacrifice myself to make sure no one else suffers at his hands.”

I strip my shirt off, as I should have done immediately anyway, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. It’s covered in blood, some of which has soaked through.

The Ifrit makes a low rumbling sound as his head tilts down as though looking at my naked torso.

“You see that?” I ask, tapping the round scar on my shoulder. “Asshole shot me. Claimed it was an accident. And here, this was hot oil.” I trace the line that runs between my breasts. “He did it to hurt me but swore he didn’t think it was so hot. But this one, this one there was no lying his way out of, so he blackmailed me into staying.”

The Ifrit’s claw joins my finger at the still-fresh scar on my abdomen.

I survived. The fetus did not.

“You can move now.”

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