Heart of the Mountain
Copyright© 2026 by WittyUserName
Chapter 19
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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
~Monday 27 July, 2026~
9:17 AM
Mike, Amber, and Sheriff Dan Harper continued down the overgrown path, stepping around fallen branches and exposed stone. Mike took the lead, with Harper bringing up the rear. Both men were armed with a shotgun. Amber walked between them, carrying a backpack and the case containing their drone. All three of them were wearing stab-resistant vests.
“Too bad we can’t trap Gerald in a net or something,” Amber commented as they walked.
“I considered that,” Mike admitted. “But it’s so unpredictable. With a wounded leg, I think we’re best off luring it into a kill zone.”
“Then we light him up,” Harper added. “For Eric.”
“For Eric,” Mike immediately agreed.
“For everyone,” Amber stated firmly.
A few minutes later, the trees opened enough for them to see sunlight reflecting off moving water. The clear liquid tumbled over rounded stones before spreading into a wider, fast-moving channel. The western bank rose several feet above the water, forming a rocky shelf bordered by pines. On the eastern bank, a narrow clearing extended to the forest. The clearing containing the seven stones lay several minutes farther up the mountain.
“We can cross here if things get bad,” Mike said, crouching by the water’s edge.
“And Bennett stays on the western bank.”
“Agreed,” Mike replied.
“Bennett reluctantly agrees,” Amber grumbled.
The three of them crossed the stream and gathered along the western bank so they could start setting up. They took off their backpacks, and Amber wasted no time getting out the drone. Mike and Dan checked their vests, making sure they were on right as Amber sent the drone through a few test circles.
“Maybe you guys should just stay on this side with me,” she suggested. “We lure it with the drone and you shoot it from here.”
Harper shook his head. “It’s not stupid. It fled when it realized it couldn’t get to us. We need it to think it has a chance to win.”
“Fine, but if it looks like it might, you two better cross the stream,” Amber replied.
“Don’t worry, we will,” Mike promised, handing Amber a flare gun. “Just in case you need help and the radio fails.”
“Thank you,” she mumbled, landing the drone to accept the gun. “I still say we should have brought some silver and holy water. Just in case.”
“We know shotguns work,” Mike reasoned with a shrug.
“Speaking of shotguns, we need to reload,” Harper said as he unzipped his backpack.
“What? Why?” Mike frowned.
“I managed to get my hands on something unconventional,” Harper explained.
“How unconventional?” Mike asked.
Harper extracted a box of ammunition.
“Dragon’s Breath?” Amber read with an arched eyebrow. “You’ve got my attention.”
“Incendiary rounds,” Mike commented. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You trying to start a forest fire?”
“That’s why I made us bring fire extinguishers,” Harper said, pointing to the canisters attached to their backpacks. “We alternate. Powerful slugs and Dragon’s Breath. Burn this fucker to ash.”
“You can do that?” Amber frowned. “Alternate ammunition?”
“Yeah, they’re both shotgun shells,” Mike confirmed. “But fire extinguishers won’t do much if the trees catch.”
“I know,” Harper grimaced. “Just, ah, try not to miss.”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Mike said carefully.
“We’re already withholding evidence, may as well add a few more charges,” Harper admitted as he started loading the rounds. “I’m really not happy about this, but we need something.”
“Aren’t these more for show?” Mike frowned, remembering what he’d read. “They create a visual, but can they really burn?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Harper sighed. “We need every advantage we can get. I’m well aware of what this could cost me. I’m not happy about it, but we’ve buried enough people.”
Mike nodded darkly as he loaded the rounds.
Amber approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I guess you’re my own dragon rider.”
“Who’s probably going to jail for burning down a forest,” Mike grimaced.
“The clearing is pretty big, just don’t miss Gerald,” Amber reasoned, leaning in. “And stop protesting. You loading dragon bullets to fight a monster is giving me a real clit-boner.”
“Please whisper quieter,” Harper grunted, making Amber giggle and blush.
With their shotguns ready, Mike and Harper waded across the stream to the eastern bank. They had their vests and helmets on, and their fire extinguishers on the ground beside them. Amber grabbed the controller for the much cheaper drone, sending it flying up into the sky.
Somewhere out there, The Thing in the Mountain was waiting. The hunt had begun.
11:11 AM
It lay beneath a rocky overhang, its enormous body pressed against the cool earth. The blinding pain had not stopped. Its left leg stretched awkwardly behind it, the damaged limb refusing to bend the way it should. Dark blood had dried along its side, forming a crust that cracked whenever it moved.
Again and again, it had followed the familiar pull of the mountain, trying to return. But the way was closed. That ancient force stood between it and the path. For so long it had been trapped inside; it had never been trapped outside before. Never unable to return to where it was strongest.
A faint clicking escaped its throat as it shifted. Pain surged. For a long moment, it remained motionless, claws digging into the dirt. The hairless, featherless ones had done this. Their thunder had torn through its flesh. The terrible noise had struck, leaving burning wounds that refused to close.
It remembered the older male, the one who had hurt its leg. The hairless, featherless ones aged and died. Not like it. It was forever. Then there was the younger male who had escaped it before. The two males had stood beside the forbidden water, making their thunder while the female fled across. He remembered her, too. Her scent, her voice, the way she’d moved.
She was one of them. One of the wise ones who had imprisoned it so long ago. The mountain would claim her.
The forest surrounded it with familiar sounds: birds, insects, and water rushing over stone. It hated the water, hated its smell. It hated the way the water divided the forest into places it could reach and places it could not. It had approached during the night, searching for another way across. There had been none. Everywhere the water moved, the same invisible refusal waited.
It lifted its head. Something had changed.
Bzzzzzz.
It remained perfectly still as the noise came again, growing louder.
Bzzzzzz.
It knew that sound. The flying thing. The little creature that hovered without wings or flesh, its body hard and strange. It had entered the darkness of the mountain, carrying a shining eye. It had struck the thing, breaking it. Another had come. Were those same hairless, featherless ones back? If so, they would not escape the mountain another time.
Click.
It slowly raised itself, bracing against the granite cliff. The buzzing grew louder. It turned its head. Through the branches, something small and dark moved. Four spinning limbs blurred in the sunlight, making the same irritating sound as the thing it had destroyed. It remembered the first one trying to escape.
The flying thing continued, then stopped. Hovering near a fallen trunk, the thing turned slowly; searching. It understood searching; it had searched for the hairless, featherless ones. It had searched for a way back home. Now the flying thing was searching. Perhaps searching for it.
Click.
The eye shifted, the flying thing drifting closer. Its claws sank into the dirt, waiting for the right moment. The flying thing approached, passing beneath a low branch. Four spinning limbs stirred the leaves as it darted lower, closer. The flying thing moved into the open space between the trees and granite.
It struck; its right arm shooting forward, claws extended. Pain shot through its injured side as it lunged. The flying thing jerked upward, and its claws passed beneath it. It struck again, claws clipping a hanging branch and snapping it from a tree. The flying thing shot backward. It tried to follow, crashing against a fallen trunk as its left leg buckled. Pain! Burning, tearing pain.
The flying thing had escaped. It hated the flying thing, hated the hairless, featherless ones, hated the pain. Trespassers, all of them. They belonged to the mountain, yet they resisted. Others had resisted in the past, but they had always found their final resting place. Until the stones.
The buzzing sound was fading, but it could still be heard. The flying thing had come from somewhere. Perhaps the same hairless, featherless one had brought it. Drawing itself to its full height, it listened and smelled. The air carried the scents of damp earth, moss, and flowing water.
And something else. Faint and distant, but unmistakable. The hairless, featherless ones. The same three as before. Rage! It started moving, blood marking the leaves behind it. That did not matter. Only claiming them for the mountain mattered. Its injuries would not stop it. It was time to hunt.
11:41 AM
“Holy shit!”
Amber jerked the controller as she sent the drone climbing toward the treetops. On the screen, Gerald’s enormous arm swept through the space the drone had occupied a fraction of a second earlier. The creature’s injuries were obvious, but it looked as dangerous as ever.
“Not again,” Amber muttered under hear breath. “You are not destroying another one.”
Gerald lunged a second time. Amber pulled the drone backward, avoiding the claws. She noticed his left leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and fresh blood ran from wounds along his torso. The antlered head rose toward the drone, the eyes burning white with an inhuman rage.
Click.
“Okay, Gerald,” she whispered. “Message received.”
She brought the drone higher, moving it as fast as it would go in an attempt to escape The Thing in the Mountain. Her heart was racing, but she soon accepted that she had escaped. Looking up, she saw Mike and Dan standing by the water’s edge on the opposite bank. Their guns were held at the ready, eyes scanning the treeline.
“Mike? Harper?” Amber called out.
“Yeah?”
“Good news, I found Gerald,” she said.
“And the bad news?” Harper asked.
“He still hates drones,” Amber yelled across the stream.
“Are you okay?” Mike questioned.
“I’m fine, the drone’s fine, Gerald is less fine.”
Harper followed up. “Location?” “Four hundred yards. He was sheltered beneath a granite overhang,” Amber answered. “He took a couple swings at the drone. I pulled away, and he disappeared into the trees.”
“Did you get a good look at him?” Mike wondered.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Amber swallowed. “He’s hurt. Really hurt. His left leg barely works, and there’s blood everywhere.”
“Okay, bring the drone back,” Mike instructed. “Use it to scan the treeline. Maybe you can see him. We have to assume he’s coming for us.”
Amber quickly started bringing the drone back at full speed. She could see Mike and Harper at the ready, the two men separated by several yards. The absurdity of the situation struck her. Two armed men standing in a forest, waiting to confront a monster that had killed eleven people. And she was helping them find it with a drone.
“Grad school,” she muttered. “Nobody mentioned this part in the brochure.”
Returning her attention to the screen, Amber noticed the forest growing denser. The camera showed little more than overlapping branches and dark gaps between trunks. From above, the forest looked peaceful. Gerald was moving somewhere beneath it, heading straight for them.
The drone reached the treeline. Amber moved it along the trees, trying to get a view of where Gerald would approach. Eventually, a disturbance caught her eye. She leaned closer to the camera, noticing something had disturbed a cluster of branches. Gerald was about ten yards away from the treeline, moving along it for some reason.
“Gerald is close!” Amber called out. “It looks like he’s trying to find the best spot to emerge from!”
“Which side of the treeline?” Mike yelled.
“He’s closer to the southern edge of the clearing.”
“Understood,” Harper shouted. “We’ll adjust.”
Amber looked across the water to check on Mike and Dan. Harper turned to cover the trees while Mike moved several yards toward the southern side of the clearing. She guided the drone farther south. At first, she saw nothing. Then a shape moved beneath the canopy. Large, skin like burnt tree-bark.
Amber’s breath caught. “There you are.”
“Visual contact!” Amber shouted. “He’s still about ten yards deep in the trees, right in front of Mike.”
Click.
“SHIT!” Amber cursed. “Lost him.”
“Where did he go?” Mike shouted.
“I don’t know!” she snapped. “Fucker can still move fast in short bursts. Be careful.”
Click.
Her blood went cold as she looked with her eyes and the drone. Mike raised his shotgun while Harper shifted his stance. Then Amber saw movement. Not with the drone. In the trees beyond Harper. A tall shape passed between two trunks, partially hidden by the branches.
“HARPER!” Amber screamed. “TO YOUR LEFT!”
Mike reacted first, spinning the barrel of the gun.
He fired.
12:17 PM
Thunder!
Pain ripped through the creature’s shoulder, causing it to stagger. Claws dug into the earth as something hot burrowed into its flesh. The younger male had hurt it. More thunder. This time from the other. The ground beside it exploded, scattering dirt and fragments of stone. A furious clicking escaped its throat.
Click. Click. Click.
The older male stood nearby, holding another of the terrible thunder objects. The same male who had torn apart its leg near the forbidden water. It remembered. The pain, the blood, the helplessness as its damaged limb refused to carry it. Both males had returned. The mountain would claim both males.
Two males moved in unison. The younger moved sideways, the older maintaining the distance between them. They were trying to surround it. It lowered its head, knowing what they wanted. They wanted it to run, to flee from their thunder. It would not flee. It would claim. Claim for the mountain.
Another explosion split the air. The young male had fired, striking it in the chest. The creature shrieked and lurched backward, slamming its shoulder against a pine. Bark cracked beneath the impact as pain spread through its body, joining the countless other burning places. Only it was worse. Fire! The thunder had been joined by fire, clinging to its skin.
Click.
The hairless, featherless ones were always so weak. No. Almost always. It remembered. It remembered well. The ones who would stand their ground, who refused to fall. The creatures pale eyes shifted between the two males, noticing the older was closer to the trees. Closer to the shadows. Closer to a place where it could approach without crossing as much open ground.
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