Through the Sand by N.D. Graveheart from the DEATHLY AFRAID Collection

Artwork by Breanna Knoth

Laying naked on the beach, she allowed the warmer waters of the Atlantic to sweep over her. The sand striding against her inner thighs, and through the fingers of her reaching hands. The smell of salt permeated each passing tide, its taste bitter. The ocean, mother to the origins of life, now washing across a sinful body of kindred flesh. A reminder that life began in the waters, and for us ends on the land. And as she turned her gaze, she was met by her lover’s own.

The two were soaking in the sand, the morning wind cooled the skin before the waves could crash and smother. A metamorphosis of mind, body, and soul took hold. Turning back to the sky above, she became one with the sinking moon to the west. The night had been drowned in moans and pleasures that were once forbidden to her.

Then as the moon’s crescent presence disappeared, with the sun crossing into the blue, she looked to him again. But something was wrong, he was covered by slithering worms. Then she felt the same wriggling that was overtaking him. Looking downward, she saw the intrusive touches along her limbs by the same worms as she became bound.

They continued to extend, to expand, and reach through the grains, extending, and enlarging into tentacles that continued to wrap until she was pulled through the beach. She felt the weight of the sand pressing over her, her cries to her lover submitting underneath. Until suffocation settled in, and blackness consumed both.

Through the Sand by N.D. Graveheart from the DEATHLY AFRAID Collection