I have been working on this tale some years now. It is one of those ideas that continues to ferment, and each time I rewrite the intro, a new aspect pops up, and most of the old work becomes useless. Still, I love this legend for some reason, and maybe I will finish it ..
He groaned with desire at the soft touch of her lips caressing his chest. She was in estrus, and the scent of her sex enveloped R’amet’s thoughts. She gently pushed her body against him, silently mouthing the words “NOW!”, and R’amet rolled over to pin her to the ground and woke with a start as she vanished from under him. Gone was the Succubus, having stolen his seed, and left him unsated. He knew she was near, but she still surprised him again.
R’amet sat back against a fossilized tree trunk that poked out of the ashen greyness, and looked around his resting spot. After all the æons, he had found her ancient garden. Her ærie had to be near. All that remained of her garden now was ossified obsidian like tree trunks stretching endlessly from horizon to horizon. The branches had fallen off long ago, leaving twisted boles pushing out of the ashes.
But R’amet had no interest in the ruins. He was close to his prey now. Resolutely he stood and began walking, letting the thrill of the hunt start coursing through his veins. Then he began to run when his instincts located a vague image some distance away.
There was no daylight on this interstellar planet. Just pinpricks of starlight in the vacuum. But R’amet was not constructed of interstellar stuff. He was formless in the universe, but substantial in the spirit world. Still he ran on in the interstice between spirit and matter. She would not escape him this time!
Her ghostly image in his head grew more distinct with each passing parsec on the interstitial arc. Her scent was now leading him. He indefatigably sped on, her presence now touching him.
A bright flash broke on the horizon, and leapt across the stellar horizon. She escaped!
R’amet sank to his knees in exhaustion. She escaped again. One day he would find her, and when he did, he would kill her.
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