Heart of the Mountain
Copyright© 2026 by WittyUserName
Chapter 14
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 14 - The awakening of something ancient. Tragedy, horror, and romance mix. Will there be a happy ending?
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Horror Paranormal
~Wednesday 22 July, 2026~
7:43 PM
Tyler Norton was driving at a steady speed with one hand on the wheel. The old car drew closer to the Deer Ridge lot, one of the entrances to Adirondack Park. While the trails might be closed, he wasn’t worried: it was far from the first time Tyler and his girlfriend had trespassed to get footage for their show. After Midnight Investigations was worth getting chased off by cops, even if Tyler wasn’t a true believer. Their eighty-five thousand subscribers believing was enough for him.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, Tyler’s other hand rested on the dirty-blonde head that was bobbing up and down in his lap. Soft slurping and gulping noises could just barely be heard over the sound of the radio. Tyler sighed happily, his girlfriend’s ponytail wrapped around his hand.
“Yeah Maddie, suck that dick,” Tyler groaned encouragingly. “Does the idea of getting the Deer Ridge Monster on camera turn you on?”
“Mm, mmhmm, mm,” Madison moaned her agreement as she took him deep and sucked hard.
Madison’s zip-up hooded sweatshirt was open, allowing Tyler to slide a hand inside and squeeze a boob. He then ran his hand down her side so he could playfully slap her ass from outside her hiking pants. As he drew closer to his climax, he once more rested a hand on her head while struggling to focus on the road.
“You want some cum, babe?” Tyler hissed, bucking his hips.
“Mm, mm, sluuurp,” Madison sucked him hard, urging him to spurt into her mouth.
“Yeah, you love my cum,” he gasped as he felt himself reach his limit. “Fuck, Maddie! I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your mouth!”
A blast of hot cum hit the roof of Madison’s mouth on the down stroke. She swirled it around with her tongue before swallowing, just as another rope filled her cheeks. Tyler was groaning as sticky semen poured out of him, with Madison eagerly devouring every last drop.
Maddie lifted her head, her blue eyes sparkling. “How was that, baby?”
“Awesome,” Tyler grinned as he put his softening prick back into his cargo pants. “A wonderful tradition.”
“I don’t think a BJ before every investigation will help us find a ghost,” she giggled. “But it’s lots of fun trying.”
“Hey, you never know,” he shrugged. “And we’re not looking for a ghost this time around.”
“The Deer Ridge Monster!” Madison wiggled excitedly. “Oh, I can’t wait to get it on camera. We’ll be famous!”
“If that happens, can we do butt stuff?” Tyler asked with a smirk.
“You get me proof of the supernatural so I can say ‘I told you so,’ she began, “and you can stick it anywhere you like.”
“I really hope I’m wrong and this thing is real,” Tyler said as they drove down the dirt road. “This is good.”
Maddie looked through the windshield. “This is a ditch!”
“It’s not a ditch, and we can’t exactly park in the Deer Ridge lot,” Tyler reasoned as he eased the car onto the narrow strip of dirt beside the road. “Let’s get the footage before we get arrested this time.”
The passenger side tilted slightly, causing Maddie to grab the handle above the door. “Ty!”
“We’re fine,” he insisted.
“The car is leaning,” she pointed out.
“Cars can lean,” Tyler shrugged, shifting the car into park.
“They’re not supposed to!”
Tyler looked through the windshield at the trees ahead, then checked the rearview mirror and both side windows. No headlights, no ranger vehicles, no sheriff cruisers. They were all parked in the lot down the road. There was no reason for anyone to check this random patch of dirt.
“Perfect,” Tyler whispered.
Maddie stared at him. “You have a concerning definition of perfect.”
The sounds of the woods seemed louder once the engine was shut off. Birds called overhead as evening sunlight filtered through the canopy. Deer Ridge didn’t look haunted or dangerous. It looked like every other patch of Adirondack forest they’d driven past that afternoon.
It had been a long drive, but they were both excited. Mike didn’t schedule any weddings or photo shoots for the next few days, while Maddie had taken time from work. She was twenty-four and worked full time as a veterinary technician. Both of them had dreams of doing the show full time, but it wasn’t easy. Not everyone could match the following of Gray’s Hauntings and Mysteries.
“How far are we from the lot?” Maddie asked as she zipped up her sweatshirt.
“Quarter mile,” he answered. “Maybe a little less.”
She nodded slowly. “This is it.”
“You okay?”
Madison turned to look at him. “Eight people.”
Tyler’s smile faded. “Yeah. The engaged couple, the three teenagers, then the search team.”
“One guy still in a coma, one girl traumatized,” she added. “Well, depending on which story you believe.”
“They all mentioned the clicking,” Tyler mentioned. “We’ll need to get audio of that.”
“Right,” Maddie nodded firmly. “This isn’t the Whitmore house or the hotel in Utica.”
“That hotel was creepy as fuck,” he winced at the memory.
“Didn’t stop you from bending me over that chair,” she glanced at him.
“You didn’t wanna do it in bed, I had to improvise,” Tyler reasoned. “And all we got from that investigation was a raccoon infestation.”
“That could have been a ghost,” Maddie shrugged.
“We got them on film!”
She failed in her attempt not to smile. “Asshole.”
“There she is,” Tyler laughed lightly.
Maddie shook her head, her mirth disappearing as she looked at him seriously. “If we hear or see anything scary?”
“We leave immediately,” Tyler promised, reaching across the center console to take her hand. “We’re not hunting it. We record it and post the video. We’ll be famous.”
“You don’t even believe the monster exists,” she reminded him.
“But I acknowledge I’m often wrong,” he said smoothly.
“At least you know that much.” Maddie squeezed his hand. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Warm evening air poured into the car as they opened their doors and climbed out. Tyler stretched before opening the trunk, revealing a large amount of equipment. Two backpacks, a tripod, a camera case, flashlights. They also had audio equipment, a small thermal monocular, and a first-aid kit.
“Okay, we won’t need the tripod,” Tyler said. “Just the camera, backpacks, and flashlights.”
“Did you get bear spray?” Maddie asked.
“I did!” he grinned, holding it up proudly. “See? I’m a professional.”
Maddie kissed him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Tyler said warmly. “You want me to carry the main camera?”
“You’re the professional photographer,” she pointed out. “Plus, I’m better on camera.”
“Showing off cleavage doesn’t make you better on camera.”
Maddie gasped. “Excuse me? First of all, I’m wearing a sweatshirt! Second, it actually does make you more likable on camera.”
“Not when my mom counts as half our views!” he countered.
“Your mom can’t even turn a phone on,” she scoffed.
“I know, imagine our numbers when she figures it out.”
Madison flipped him off, making him laugh. Things were normal; they’d investigated dozens of sites. Park, unload, test, argue about who forgot something, then walk into a place they shouldn’t be. Once in awhile they’d be chased out by cops, but they only had to pay a fine a couple of times. Deer Ridge would be no different from any other investigation.
Maddie stepped toward the trees after the equipment tests. “Are we doing the intro here?”
“Quick one,” Tyler nodded. “Let’s do it.”
“Okay,” she said, smoothing her shirt and adjusting her ponytail.
Tyler raised three fingers. Two. One.
“Tonight,” Maddie began excitedly, “we’re investigating one of the most talked-about places in New York! A mystery that has the entire nation holding its breath.”
Tyler kept the camera steady.
“Over the last month, Deer Ridge has been connected to multiple disappearances, several deaths, and reports of an unidentified animal that authorities have so far been unable to explain,” she continued. “The entire area is currently closed to the public.”
“Cut,” Tyler said, pausing the recording. “You probably shouldn’t say that.”
“Why?”
“Evidence,” he reasoned. “We’re filming ourselves trespassing.”
“You’re worried about me saying we’re trespassing while we’re filming ourselves trespassing?” she looked at him with a raised brow.
“When you put it like that, it sounds stupid,” Tyler admitted.
“Because it is stupid.”
Tyler considered it. “From ‘the entire area.’”
Madison looked into the camera again. “The entire area is currently closed to the public, which means we are obviously conducting this investigation from a completely legal and publicly accessible location.”
Tyler turned the camera to record himself. “I was obviously filming a wedding when this happened.”
Pausing the recording, Tyler and Maddie walked the quarter mile to the Deer Ridge lot. Several police cars were parked, so they took a detour to avoid them. Tyler started recording again when they reached the yellow tape stretching between two trees. There were two signs posted.
“AREA CLOSED – DO NOT ENTER”
“DANGER – ACTIVE INVESTIGATION”
Maddie stopped.
Tyler walked a few more steps before noticing. He paused the camera. “You good?”
She stared at the signs. “No.” Maddie looked toward the trail beyond the tape. “We’ve trespassed before.”
“Allegedly.”
“But usually it’s because someone doesn’t want us inside their abandoned building,” Maddie said.
“Yeah,” Tyler agreed.
“They’re not trying to protect property,” she continued. “They’re trying to keep people alive.”
Tyler couldn’t argue with that. “We can leave. I won’t be upset.”
Maddie raised an eyebrow.
“I mean it,” he said. “Right now. We get back in the car, find a hotel, order pizza, fuck like rabbits, and make the Deer Ridge episode about how we drove three hours and chickened out.”
She smiled faintly. “Our viewers would love that.”
“We’ll title it ‘We Almost Died at Deer Ridge.’”
“That’s not true,” she giggled.
“They don’t know that,” Tyler shrugged.
“You’re everything wrong with the internet,” Maddie shook her head.
“And yet you’re dating me,” he pointed out.
“Clearly I make poor life choices,” she said before glancing back at the trail. Then she took a breath. “Let’s do this. Together.”
“Together.”
Maddie and Tyler ducked beneath the yellow tape.
8:19 PM
It felt them.
Not at first; the mountain was never still. Water moved through cracks for anything to follow, roots pressed slowly through earth and stone. Small things scratched and burrowed beneath the ground. Larger things walked above. It knew them. Four feet, two feet. Heavy, light. Fast, slow. The mountain carried them all.
These were different.
Two together. They stopped often before moving again. The wind couldn’t carry their voices through the stone, but it felt their footsteps. It was more of them. The hairless, featherless ones. They were the trespassers, yet they had trapped it alone in the dark for so long.
Its eyes opened. Complete darkness surrounded it. Safe darkness. It did not need light. It raised its head from the cold stone. Pain answered as its body tightened. The wound at its side had not fully healed. For the first time, the hairless, featherless ones had managed to hurt it. Pain. Rage. Blood.
That one had escaped it by hitting it where it hurt. Then that group. Metal and fire. New wounds remained in its shoulder and side. One leg hurt when it put too much weight on it. Even its face hurt. It had stayed below, where nothing could hunt or hurt it. Stayed below, even when two more trespassers had returned to the seal.
One arm trembled, claws scraping against stone. The sound traveled through the chamber, but nothing answered. It turned its head. The first two were closest, the new ones who had been here longest. The male lay against the far wall, where it had placed him. His smell had changed. Both of their smells had changed.
The female was nearby. Long, pale hair still clung to her head, though it no longer carried the scent it had when she ran through the trees. She had run farther than the male. Not far enough. Neither moved, neither breathed. They belonged below. They belonged to the mountain.
Beyond them were three more. The one that had made the first wound with the metal and fire. It had ripped that male’s head off and claimed him for the mountain. The two that had run. The female with none of the coverings their kind favored. Then the male. Three. There should have been four. The second male had helped the last female get to where it could not follow.
Five in total. The others had come too quickly. Lights. Voices. Feet. It had not wanted to leave those behind; the mountain took what entered, it always had. The injuries were too much, it had to leave and fail the mountain. So many of the hairless, featherless ones had come. Had taken what belonged to the mountain.
It moved deeper into the chamber. Water dripped somewhere in the distance as its claws clicked softly against the rock. Around the five were others. Not whole. Not anymore. White shapes lay between stones. Long bones, small bones, broken bones. Some remained where they had been placed, while others had fallen apart. The mountain had changed them.
A strip of brown material clung to one. Something made of metal rested next to another, orange and rough with age. Nearby was the strange curved wood. So long ago the hairless, featherless ones had tried using the thin sticks with stone tips to hurt it. Farther back, beneath a shelf of stone, something round reflected off what little light found its way through the passage.
It did not know what these things were. It did not care. They had come with the taken. Long ago. Before the silence, before the pain, before the stones. Some had come when the trees above were different, others when the mountain smelled different. Then the stones had come.
Well it remembered those. Its head turned upward. It knew what was above. Seven. For a time beyond hunger, beyond sleep, beyond memory, there had been nowhere else. It could not leave. Every path to leave had become pain. The mountain had become a cage.
Until the movement. The strange methods of the hairless, featherless ones attuned to the land had broken. The pain stopped and the way opened. It had climbed, it had seen sky, it had hunted again. The way remained open, and it would claim the trespassers for the mountain.
Footsteps drew its attention. They had grown closer, not toward the opening. Elsewhere. It knew that too. Sometimes they wandered near, sometimes they left. These two might leave. Its body hurt, but it could not deny its purpose. It lowered itself for a moment, the pain easing when it rested on one side.
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