#full
#2 of Writing Prompts
Prompt fill for the word full.
He pulled himself from the water, dragging his belly across the sand and pebbles. He heard her laughter nearby, high and cold. She lay nude along the rocks, ocean spray spreading goosebumps across the pale exposure of her porcelain skin, the dark blues and grays of her veins ghosting beneath the translucency of her flesh. Her hair was a black void in comparison, tumbling over her shoulders to cut shadows into her form.
"Come," she breathed, and he was rising to his feet. His hands pulled through his messy beard, sending droplets of seawater outward in messy arcs.He had never seen a creature quite like this, but still he was stumbling towards her, eyes drawn to the hypnotic thrumming of her veins, the rise and fall of her breasts, the curvature of muscle along her legs and shoulders. She was sea-foam personified, ever moving, soft and rolling, pleasing to every sense of himself. He longed for the salt of her lips on his tongue.
They came together and he found himself lain upon a skin, impossibly soft and clean atop the smooth rocks. Her hands were everywhere, slipping off his clothes, tossing the sweat-stained garments to the side, leaving him prone and bare below her. In a great rush of salty wet air, she was at his neck. Even her breath was cold, following his throat like the blasting air curling inward with a cresting wave.
"Confess your sins."
"I have none."
Her teeth sunk into his throat too quickly for him to react. Needle-sharp and plentiful. Blood shattered around her lips. He screamed, bucking upwards. Suddenly she was straddling his waist, hands at his wrists, teeth engaged firmly with the flesh of his stuttering skin. When he stopped thrashing she pulled back, gouging the skin.
He just kept screaming. The blood around her mouth was smeared. She took him by his hair and slammed his head downward into the rocks. He stopped screaming and stared with wide eyes. Something akin to pity flickered across her features. She leaned in again, slowly, to press her lips against his ears. There were ocean waves tumbling inside his head, making it difficult to hear.
"So be it. You will now die cold and naked and alone, just as my daughter did."
Her fingers, long and pale, ended in thick black nails, sharpened to peaks. She pressed these to his throat. He gurgled, eyes bulging. She twisted and plunged her claws in deep. The skin pinched then split, shredding outward to expose the deep red and white of his innermost pieces. Blood did not even take the time to well, instead falling in waves down the sides of his neck and passing over her fingers. Her fingers spread, teasing the edges of the great gash before darting out to the side, taking the muscle and skin away in one great, wet, chunk.
She knelt for a moment, watching the movement of his eyes. His hands lay weakly at his side, twitching. She stood, stepping back and grabbing him by the ankle and dragging him back to the water. It roiled and churned in anticipation, and he disappeared quickly beneath its greedy hands. She returned to the skin, lifting and shaking it before wrapping the warmth around her broad shoulders. She would kill them all.
They would feel her full wrath, one by one, and she would litter the seafloor with their corpses.