I'm not sure if that was passion or cold, the wind had picked up. A spot of rain landed on my nose, and I wiped it way. The sky was looking ominously ...lack. We hadn't been looking up; we hadn't noticed.More spots of rain, then it became a shower. The wind rose. We looked around for some shelter, I pointed towards the cliffs across the beach, we started running in that direction as the heavens turned on the spigot. I could run faster than Claire, so I scooped her up in my arms and ran. “Whee!”. When we got to our room we had a few shots of tequila from the bottle we brought.Then she said, "I'm going to change for bed." I said, "You go change in the bathroom,I'll change out here." Normally I sleep in the nude, but obviously I couldn't here.I brought pajama pants and a t-shirt to sleep in.While I was out of my clothes I was thinking about her being nude just on the other side of the door.My cock was now hard.I put it in my waistband, covered it up with my shirt, and sat down on the. I was one of the four who knew he was the Jemkala but I didn’t speak of it because many years earlier it had been agreed not to make this secret public until after he was eighteen. In order to resolve a recent serious matter concerning the tribe’s welfare Mack had to disclose this secret early. Thus Mack was made an elder at sixteen, but he was also born an elder because he is the Jemkala - The White Elder. That is why he is here with us tonight. He, like his ancestors, is here to stand with us. God knows how long this goes on. A minute? An hour? A month? But as soon as the cries of passion subside to muffled grunts and whimpers, another scream of exquisite agony punctures the night, and like some demented pack of mating wolves, we howl anew. Whether by sound, or smell, or some super-pheromone, the hunger of this unseen entity infects us all. With libidos unbridled and passions inflamed, we suck and fuck like the end of Time is at hand. Which, perhaps, it is.Then Fiona is gone. Where.