Sourmouth (16 page)

She grabbed his hand and pulled his arm around her, “I
think that the mood can be restored pretty quickly”.

Violet started to kiss along her husband’s jaw line,
licking and teasing her way to his
earlobe.             
With a childish snigger Riley stood and led his wife up the stairs to the
second floor, stumbling into the walls along the way as they kissed. In the
room they stopped to examine their surroundings, both having brief second
thoughts about continuing. They both looked around as if they could possibly
see what had happened in the room if they concentrated enough. Their eyes
darted from
Poyam’s
father’s hypocritical crosses to
the mysterious slashes that damaged the walls and finally to the mirror which
sat happily uninhabited and as normal as the next piece of household furniture.

“One condition,” Violet said as they both stared
forward at the empty room.

Riley merely made a sound of recognition as he waited
with bated breath.

“We need to cover up that mirror with something. I
don’t want to have to look at it while we do naughty things to each
other...”  

Riley looked around and tried to find a solution to
their conundrum. He finally landed on the crumpled up bed sheet laying on the
floor. Pinching with just two fingers to avoid touching the blanket as much as
possible he lifted it up and draped it across the top of the mirror, more or
less covering it completely.

             
“The wife asks and husband provides,” he said.

“And when the husband provides the wife reciprocates,”
she replied with a grin as she ran her hand over his crotch.

Slowly Riley found himself increasingly in the mood
just as she had predicted he would be.

Violet grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it
off of him in one smooth motion.

He returned in kind by practically tearing her shirt
off before tossing it to the floor. Riley hooked his index fingers into the
waist of his wife’s jeans and pulled her close against him, nibbling across her
neck with the tips of his teeth. With as much grace as he took off her shirt,
Riley unfastened her belt buckle to allow her jeans to drop down to her ankles.
He stood back and admired the sleekness of her legs and the shape of her ass
that was explicitly exposed to him as she wore nothing but her tiny black and
pink thong.

With a giggle Violet stepped out of her pants and
unfastened her husband’s belt, pulling his jeans off of him so violently that
she tripped him backwards to the floor.

In a tumble the couple fell on top of one another on
the cold hardwood flooring, kissing and caressing like they didn’t care about
how uncomfortable it actually felt to be on the unforgiving ground.

Violet positioned herself so that her knees were on
both sides of her husband’s waist, straddling him from above as he ran his
hands over her sides, paying particular attention to the curve of her hips. She
reached back and unfastened the hooks on her bra and let it drop to her
husband’s chest in a provocative show that he never seemed to tire of.

Despite the years that they had been together, Riley
was still in awe of Violet’s body. From below he stared upwards at the fullness
of her breasts and the perkiness of her nipples like a devoted follower before
his god. With single-minded purpose he wrapped his arms around her back and
pulled her against him, her breasts happily hanging over his face. Riley
playfully took one of her nipples into his mouth while he gently teased the
other with his hand.

Violet smirked as she shifted downwards, moving so
that her knees were beside his. She inserted her fingers into the waistband of
his underwear and slowly pulled it down just far enough so that he was able to
spring free before her.

Riley cupped his hands behind his head to make himself
a pillow as he inadvertently let out a gasp as she took his softness deep into
her mouth. He couldn’t help but continue to moan in pleasure as he felt her run
her tongue over him while her hair hung down and tickled his stomach. 

“Are you alright?” she asked as she wrapped her
fingers around him, massaging gently as she flickered her tongue around his
head.

While he still wasn’t hard he certainly was on his
way. Whether it was the stress in their relationship or the years of unhealthy
habits, it was increasingly difficult for him to get an erection. Only rarely
would it be impossible. It was often only a matter of time and foreplay.

“I’m fine...just...keep doing what you’re doing,
baby,” he sighed happily, only slightly nervous about the notion of not being
able to perform.

Without another word she swallowed him again, sucking
him as deep as she could. Within a few minutes Riley found himself standing
fully at attention much to the delight of his wife. 

“I’m going to regret saying this, but as great as this
feels can we stop and get on the bed, please? I don’t want to get friction burn
if we can avoid it,” Riley asked as he ran his hand through her hair so that he
could look her in the eyes.

Without even taking his member from her mouth she
nodded gently, sucking hard one last time as she pulled away and left
him
exposed to the cold air.

She tilted her head to the side playfully as she
contemplated, “Fine. I guess. But I still get to be on top”.

             
As Violet stood up she pushed herself off of her husband’s thighs, who
responded with a pained groan. With a small laugh she headed towards the bare
bed.

             
“I lied,” he called out as he stood up and sprinted forward, grabbing her by the
back of both legs, tackling her to her back on the bed with his body resting on
top.

             
Even while she was smacking his back in retaliation Violet couldn’t help but
laugh playfully.

             
Riley slowly started to retreat downwards, slowly kissing along her wonderful
body, from her soft neck to her delicately crafted clavicle, from her supple
breasts to her cute little bellybutton. He hooked his fingers into the thong
around her hips and leisurely removed it as she extended her legs into the air
as if she was still doing a dance just for him. He tenderly ran the palms of
his hands up and down her legs as he parted them, kneeling on the ground before
the foot of the bed.

             
Violet giggled as her husband licked and prodded with his tongue, exploring her
wetness and making her struggle to breathe without gasping. She ran her hand
through his hair, holding him still against her as she thrust her hips forward
to his frantically working mouth. The closer she got the harder she clawed at
the mattress beside her until she could almost hear it readying to rip.

             
Violet leaned forward to look at her husband as she was about to come, and
that’s when she saw it. Or more accurately, that’s when it saw her. In the
bottom corner of the mirror across from the bed, there gazed the glowing yellow
eyes peeking out from underneath the blanket that was meant solely to conceal
it.

Violet screamed out in horror and she hysterically
recoiled up the bed and away from both her lover and the watchful eyes before
her.

             
“What’s wrong?” he asked confusedly as he jumped to his feet.

             
She pointed towards the mirror, her hand shaking far more than she had expected
when she extended it, “That fucking...thing”.

             
Riley turned and looked at the shape of the mirror underneath the blanket. He
could see the small exposed part of the mirror where he figured she must have
seen something, but as far as he could tell it was empty now.

             
“Get dressed,” he muttered as he tossed his wife her pants and shirt before
hurriedly putting on his own clothing.

             
The
Tylers
rapidly put on their attire without
turning away from the mirror as if something might burst forth should they
avert their eyes. Once they were clothed Riley approached the mirror first,
reaching out and grabbing a handful of the blanket.

             
“Be careful,” Violet whispered as she stood angled from the mirror behind the
bed. Like he needed to be told.

Riley took a deep breath before yanking the blanket
off of the wall, it’s tail end making a grand sweeping motion through the air
as if he were doing a magic trick and he was revealing that he had made the
elephant vanish under the crowd’s watchful eyes. As impressive as that trick
would have been, the sight that was contained in the mirror was that much
grander.

             
There stood
Sourmouth
in its house of shadow. Its
body was shaped differently than it had been when they had last seen it. It was
more detailed with every curve more pronounced and it seemed to have joints
where it hadn’t before. Its arms looked to jot out from its body at impossible
angles as if its shoulder blades were displaced from its back, sticking out from
behind its torso like mountainous ridges. Its long legs seemed thicker, more
muscular and looked like the joints projected themselves backwards like the
legs on a dog. Its claws seemed somehow even longer as if they were growing to
mimic the edges on a knife. The creature’s neck seemed to have extended a few
inches outward so that its head motions seemed almost alien in nature. Its
skull moved through the air like how a snake sways before striking its victim.
Its so-called face was still without features aside from its brightly glowing
yellow eyes. And despite the handicap of not having facial expressions it still
managed to convey what the
Tylers
could only imagine
was revulsion at their very presence. 

             
“Oh god,” Violet whimpered across the room.

             
“Which one? I’d like to think that there isn’t anything that would have
anything to do with this” Riley surmised as he stood watching the animal with
curiosity, which aside from a few shifts in stance had yet to make any real
movements.     
             

“
Sourmouth
,” he said quietly
as he tried to force the moisture back into his restricting throat.

“Don’t say that!” Violet called out with her own
cracking voice.

Riley turned back to his wife and pointed at the
mirror, “There’s a reason that this fucking thing is standing there watching
us. And that’s because it can’t do anything else!”

When Riley turned back to the mirror he was startled
to find
Sourmouth
had stepped forward, practically
pressing its face against glass to stare back out at him. It was then that
Riley could see more of its face, or lack thereof. Its skin was an almost
translucent grey and thin enough that he could see the black veins underneath
that were threaded throughout its body. The hide on its facial area looked
brittle and dry as if it were readying to split open with an audible crack. And
if Riley didn’t know better, he could have sworn that he could see the outline
of a smile underneath the skin.

             
Before he even knew it his wife was pulling him backwards to give them space,
“I’m sick of this shit. It’s not worth it”.

             
“What do you mean, ‘it’s not worth it’?” he asked his wife as he tried to turn
to face her without fully looking away from the mirror.

             
“All of it. I’m done”.

             
It might have been the nerves but he laughed, “And what do you think you’re
going to do? Now that you’re done? This thing is standing right here staring
back at us and you just want it to stop?”

             
Violet looked at the wall and to the frame that housed
Sourmouth
,
“I’m going to smash it”.

             
“You’re what?” he asked alarmed.

             
Violet cut the distance between herself and the wall in a second and gripped
the frame as if she needed to act before the brute caught on. But her speed
counted for nothing when she realized that she couldn’t seem to pry it from the
wall.

             
“What’s wrong?” he asked his wife as she struggled.

             
She tried to thrust her finger nails underneath the wood to gain some sort of
leverage, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t make any headway. It
was as if the frame was a part of the wall itself.

             
“Fuck,” she grumbled as she kicked the wall in frustration.

             
The
Tylers
watched as
Sourmouth
leaned forward and began to stare at the frame of the mirror from his side,
examining it like a newborn puppy. Slowly it reached out its claws and ran a
finger down the side until it found a groove. The creature proceeded to pull,
shaking the glass from the inside.

             
“That’s...not good,” Violet said as she stepped behind her husband, clutching
his arm so that her nails dug into his skin.

But as hard as it might,
Sourmouth
couldn’t seem to figure out what to do next. Just as the mirror didn’t seem to
budge for the
Tylers
it didn’t budge for it either.
In response to its growing frustrations the creature growled so deeply that it
seemed to vibrate the glass without even trying. Gradually it stepped
backwards, creeping off into the darkness until it could no longer be seen.