Once Upon a Story [ HIATUS ]

True Nature (3)

Today, Lunam and Sebastian explore the topic of fantasies/intrusive thoughts. Feel free to add your thoughts and perspectives in the comments.

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It's only a thought, an idea that passes through your mind. By the time you realize its presence, it's gone. But it comes back. It returns with unrelenting persistence and growing aggressiveness. It spontaneously appears. Disgusting, vile and most perverse things flood your mind, drowning all sense of normalcy.

Momentarily, it overcomes you for the tiniest, most finite fraction of a second. You stop whatever you're doing, shake your mind clear and return to your mundane task.

"But is that bestial side of you limited to your mind?" Lunam drawled, leaning against the soft duvet of her couch. She held a glass filled to the brim with wine. The liquid, deep red, almost mauve, enticed her to drink her fill and savour the burn of the alcohol.

"Mistress, how long will you drink?"

"How long will you stare at the wine spilt on my breast?"

Her tone was sharp but faintly softened by the influence of her drink. She guzzled down the glass, gulping down each mouthful. Wine trickled from her lips and ran down her neck, further staining the white of her dress.

Sebastian followed the trail of deep violet sliding between her breasts. He wished to cup each mound, holding it firmly in his palms. He longed to have his lips stuck to her skin, sucking her flesh till it sparkled with bruises.

"I've yet to satisfy my eyes from your sight, and I doubt that day will ever come," he answered honestly. This perked Lunam's attention. Her eyes shone with a wicked interest as she stood, ripping her dress apart. Soft lace fluttered to the ground with torn shreds hanging from her belt. She opened her arms to him.

"This is your chance," she whispered. "Bring your intrusions to life."

His breath stuck on the way up, choking him. He gasped and coughed as his shock rolled over him. His muscles tensed so fiercely they cramped. His eyes glistened, rimming with tears. He was furious, delighted and disgusted.

Why can't I let go? he wailed. Why won't you let go!?

His bruising grip on her hips never relented to a point of breach. She bled. Hands slicked in blood, he embraced her bare body, scratching his nails against her back in fervent restraint.

She gave him no reaction until he grew hot with need. And then her arms gently held him as if he would break at the slightest pressure.

"This was your fantasy?" A giggle echoed through the room, one filled with amusement. "You're no gentleman, Sebastian. Your mind is far from the speech of nobler men."

"Lunam. I beg you," he whispered, voice trembling. "Chain my hand before it rips you apart."

She smiled, smoothed his hair until his breath found a steady rhythm and released him. He unfurled himself, stood straight and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"Allow me to clean your wounds, Mistress."

"Do what you must."

It only took a few minutes, and her wounds were cleaned and wrapped. In that same amount of time, there would be nothing left to heal. But Lunam allowed him to tend to her. It appeased his guilt but never silenced its sound.

"Sebastian, why do you refuse me?"

"How could I covet the hand of my mistress? I am no outlaw and shan't break your honour... Not under our oath."

"Will that be enough for you? To feast your eyes alone?" she asked him. "Will your mind's incessant screams cease once I've let you defile your sight?"

He swallowed thickly, his heart drummed in his chest. "No, Mistress. Not even my eternity could silence my desire."

He clothed her in a new dress and followed her to her throne, ready to assist in her next hearing.

"I must admire your restraint." She sat legs crossed, fingers tapping the armrest. "You are able to resist your immoral lust and take all those putrid intrusions to the grave."

He smiled, holding a sad longing in his expression. "They are mere fantasies, illusions fabricated in my mind. And that is all they shall remain."