The Windigo of Frigheim IX
-- a speculative fiction by Emily Chesley

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As his tears bathed her, Leila's eyes fluttered and opened, and then they kissed. Deeply. Exchanging bodily fluids. With Jeremy thoroughly unconscious, it was their first opportunity in days to show one another the depth of their feelings both spiritually and in the most satisfying carnal sense. The presence of so much death and their own narrow survival heightened their passions beyond anything they had hitherto experienced. After the screaming rapture, they slept peacefully in one another's arms, bathed in lick marks, saliva and the warmth of their love.

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When they awoke, Jeremy was gone, as was the body of Jugg. Jigg's arm had also been thoroughly gnawed.

Leila McQuim was a bright woman, and it did not take her long to see what the evil Brit was planning. With the strength of both Jugg and Bogo in his belly, Jeremy might be able to vanquish the redoubtable Norwegian, and so claim Leila as his own. She explained this to Benjorn, who offered to consume the remains of the other Fetish and so protect them both.

"No, dear Benjorn, I cannot ask you to do that. As your commanding officer it is my duty." And so, Leila sat down to chew on the grisly remains of Jigg Fetish.

Benjorn watched this horrid meal with mute fascination. At first he was disgusted, but then he realized that the only other alternative was death for the both of them, and his mood softened. It was then that his stomach growled, and he thought that perhaps it might be all right if he had a bite too.

Leila said through a mouthful of thigh: "no, I don't think so. I really think you'd better leave it to me, dear Benjorn."

But how could she know what I was thinking? thought Benjorn.

"I must," chomp chomp, "be absorbing some of the," she tore more flesh from the other thigh, "some of" smack, smack, "the Fetish's psychodynamic powers as well as his strength."