Jett Diamond

The Prince

Once upon a time, there lived a lovely prince named Marshall. And he was beautiful; handsome beyond words. His blonde locks were combed perfectly, his eyes radiated a sort of warmth which soothed his people. His chin was strong and shoulders proud. He would walk through the woods and the elk would come to him. "Marshall!" they would say. "Marshall, we need you!" and Marshall would stroke the elk.

And all were happy.

Now one day, Marshall went for his daily walk through the woods. However, upon entering the land of elk, there were no elk to be found. "Elk!" the Prince called out; but there was no response. He found it very strange, but continued on. All within a moment, he discovered what had happened to his beloved elk. There in front of him lay the mutilated bodies of dozens of elk. Guts oozing from split corpses; eyes rolled back; tongues flopped out of mouths; bones jarring through soft bloody flesh. Marshall felt his stomach grow weak – his insides began to churn and his heart began to break. But perhaps most disturbing of all was in plain view, in the center of the carnage. There, hunched over a baby's corpse was a sort of sickly looking gremlin. A creature with no discernible ears. Eyes slit and narrowed, mouth small and sharp. Its gray reptilian skin was crusting and flaking, covered in guts from its victims. It merely looked at Marshall to hiss before returning to its feast of carnage.

Marshall felt the distinct feeling of vomit hurdling from his stomach; the pop of acid in one's throat. He leaned over and let the chunks flood from his mouth, all before his feet, coating the head and carved out eye holes of an elk which lay twisted and torn before him. A small squeak of fear followed by coughing uttered from his mouth before he turned to run; the reptilian gremlin however, was too quick. Before his heels had turned, the creature had darted and dug its dirty claws into Marshall's spine, raking down trails of blood. He shrieked in a way which chilled one's bones. The creature began to tear, to rip, to revel in the bloody mess it was creating from the Prince's being. Flesh fell from the body. The Prince began growing limp as the demon skinned him, uttering only small sounds of protest when a new area was shaved of skin.

Finally, after skinning the royal child, the gremlin began to rub itself over the corpse. Cooing softly at first with subtle movements, the thrusting gradually grew more vigorous, energetic – the monster bathed itself in the corpse of the Prince. Finally, coated in blood and with bits of flesh hanging from its mouth, the thing could no longer resist. It reached down and began to stimulate a grotesque stump of a penis; it straddled the face of the dead man, thrusting and grunting. With each hip stroke, the creature's cooing grew louder, growing into a sort of dull shriek. Finally, with a sick shudder and an odor unlike any other, red slim began to slowly ooze forth from the small hard-on, mixing with the raw skinned neck and cheeks of the mangled Prince. His face, once handsome and proud, lay blood and defiled; his eyes no longer warm, but rolled back, covered in a thick red substance. The creature shuddered with relief and lay on the corpse basking in the ecstasy of such a slaughter for several minutes before proceeding to slurp forth the mixture of blood and cum it had created.

Within several hours, no trace of the Prince or his elk remained; save for one tree, which held on it a stain of red cum, easily mistakable for the blood that had coated the field only hours before.