To That Of A Simple Garden....

Roland opened his eyes. The sweet air of song and dance swirled and flowed through the trees towards the moonless sky. Agony scratched and clawed at his shattered body, but his senses couldn't interpret that. The only thing it could grasp was the melody.

It was beautiful. Pure even, yet far from angelic. Roland couldn't really identify it with the very bizarre verses, but it made him flush to the core, and soothe his disturbed senses. He'd laugh if he could. But his face felt slack, throbbing with a numb ache on the left side of his head. He cursed under his breath as the pain heightened in tempo as he stared up at the moonless sky, wishing the swelling would go down so he could grasp the situation. (And see. That would be nice too). His twisted hand limply wandered to his eyes he wipes away a tear smear. Squinting to allow more misery to flow.

His eyes...

He hesitated as pain surged back into his skull as he recalled his last moments. He couldn't see out of where Luna bashed his face in, and to make matters worse, it wasn't because it was a swollen mess. There was swelling, yes, but his eye…

He traced a broken finger around the damaged area and winced. Recoiling as it touches something clearly solid and oozing. He smeared it in his hands, brought it to his lips and gave it a lick, and allowed the coppery sensation to stick to his tongue.

Then he sobbed.

The sky... It really was beautiful with the stars lining the way. How cruel that he couldn't add the moon to his view.

The singing grew fainter as Roland heard footsteps inch closer above him. The verses grew softer until finally, a shade loomed over him.

"Wow! You look like fresh road-kill! Not to say I've ever seen such a thing, but even Orcs have a bit more empathy for the shit they scrape off their heels!” A carol of laughter rang through his ears as it spurred him to full consciousness. Roland's eye flickered around and saw nothing. The silhouette was there of course but lacked an owner.

"You're not trying to steal a glance are you?" A devilish giggle trickled through the trees around him. The wind whistling from the faint but sharp tone, "I can't have you peeking on me just yet! Not even from an exquisite mortal like yourself..."

Roland felt something caress his face. It definitely wasn't a hand. And the tip was more than sharp,"...Where...Where am I? Am I dead?"

The shadow warped and shifted to a more solid form. It was definitely...something. It was like wearing clouded beer goggles when he tried to concentrate. The more he focused, the more blurry the shadow became. Let alone the increase throbbing in his skull.

"Hmmmmm? I don't believe so. You should be after that fall you took. But you seemed to have gotten your insides all over the right places on the outside! So bravo!" The sound of applause drifted through the trees as the figure brought its hands together as it came to an instant halt. "As for where you are...let's call it 'The Meadow'. My humble abode."

Roland felt something wrap around his pant's leg and gave it a delicate grope, "I must admit...I never had a visitor. Let alone a male, a very handsome one at that." A dreamy sigh entered his ear as he felt a weight pressing on his chest, then a pair of eyes on him. Despite the fact that he couldn't see the mirage. The gaze it bestowed felt more than invasive.

Roland keeps his eye on the sky as his breathing slightly hitched. This time he knew that these were hands stroking his chest, but he also could feel the claws that came with them."I...I look like hell."

"I know right?! I'm sure I clarified that already." Another giggle as he felt something hover over his face, the weight leaving his chest, "But these are just wounds, wounds that'll scar, but wounds nonetheless. I can see far past that," A clawed finger pressed itself to his bloody lip, "Could you...show a lonely soul the blessing of a kiss? I promise to make it worth your while…" The last word was hanging on a rugged purr.

Roland thought for a long moment, noticing it's gentle caresses, and what was trying to snake its way into his pants, "And...If….If I say no?"

Another giggle flowed through, but it lacked the pure luster the others possessed. More somber if anything, "Then I'll lay here with you to watch the stars expire….I have all the time in the world. This one, the next, even the one before. Was simply hoping that you could show me that compassion you mortals are notorious for."

Roland laid there for a long moment. His psyche is still collecting the pieces from last night. It was last night, right? It felt longer. Maybe a day or so?

"Just… just a kiss?" He mumbled as he stared up at the sky. The stars grow brighter and more vibrant at the end of his words.

"Just the one!" Said the shade as he felt it straddle him. He had to hold in a groan as it traveled up with little humps of its hips, till he felt a breath tickle his nose, _"Is that a yes I'm hearing?"_Apples and citrus intruded his senses as the stars grew brighter. They seem to twirl and prance around the moonless sky as it waits for confirmation.

He gave a slow nod. Eyes watering from the lights in the sky. He closed them to ward it off, just to hear a giggle. Then lips pressed against his.

Plump wouldn't be the best description. Whatever was sucking his face were bee-stung bordering on bimbo. The plump pillows pressed and dominated him as he felt himself being pulled into a heated embrace. He moaned as he felt a nip at his lips, allowing something long and slimy to invade his throat. He would have gasped if the fat appendage didn't plug up his windpipe. Lurid moans grew more shrewd and loose as he felt something sink deeper into him, and deeper still. His mind once again went black as the stars grew white-hot. Caught in an eternal embrace-

"WAKE DA FECK UP YA DAMN PERV!"