Summoning Rain

Chapter 3

By the time he got home Thursday, Andrew was beyond exhausted. It was only the second week of the semester and he was already concerned about falling behind. He kept going to bed early rather than staying up late doing his assignments or studying and even so it felt like he barely slept all week.

It was early yet and Jason was still in class. Andrew was glad because he didn't want to talk. His roommate had helpfully observed, "You look like shit," this morning. Yeah, it was probably out of concern, but that didn't mean Andrew wanted his shit-like appearance to be the subject of conversation.

To keep from dozing off in his lectures he had to resort to snacking on whatever he could get from the vending machines. At least it meant he could probably skip dinner without the risk of waking up starving in just a couple hours.

Soon, he was standing in the shower with hot water flowing over him. Bowing his head to let it caress the back of his neck, he closed his eyes for a few moments. Water streamed down his face in little rivers created by the overlong locks of his hair.

Gradually, he became aware that the water was losing temperature and frowned. Had he fallen asleep? No, surely he would have fallen down? The hot water tank was shared between several units, maybe this was a peak time for some reason. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his head out of the stream, wiped his face and opened his eyes.

He reached for the soap, but something made him freeze before he grasped the bottle. Petrichor: like he was standing in the middle of a field under a gentle rain rather than in a yellow tiled bath with increasingly cold water.

His heart began to pound but whether out of excitement or fear he wasn't entirely sure. A cold feeling quite apart from the water hitting his chest slithered into his belly.

No, over it. He glanced down and saw the blue-green hand encircling him. The backs of the flared claw-like fingers dragged across his skin and then, nearing his side, extended as though to grasp him before caressing down over his lower abdomen.

He shivered. And then he felt her large, round breasts against his shoulder blades. There was extra texture where her nipples must be. They rubbed against his wet skin for a moment before she pressed too close for them to move anymore.

Andrew tried to turn his head, tried to look around at the demon behind him. He caught a glimpse of blue-green before her other hand grasped the top of his head. Claws curling into his hair, she took a firm hold and forced him to tilt his head back slightly. His throat and mouth were under the shower's cold stream, his nose full of the scent of rain so out of place in a bathroom.

He felt her shift a little behind him, her head moving near his ear. His breath caught in anticipation; he thought she was going to speak. She didn't. She hadn't since their first meeting.

Instead, she licked the shell of his ear and then his neck. She was the same temperature as the water. As always, she seemed to press her cold into him and it tingled pleasurably through skin, muscle and bone. He shivered again.

While she sucked water from his skin, the hand performing its usual caress of his belly began to slip down. Long fingers extended toward his genitals even as she rubbed circles over the tender skin above them.

Everything about her was enhanced by the water. He was acutely aware of the texture of her shark-like skin against his back. It seemed to almost bite into his skin and yet did not hurt. Rather, it was like he was being captured cell by cell by the demon. It was frightening and yet alluring at the same time, like a tiny hint of her power.

Power she had thus far only used to give him the most amazing blow jobs ever. So he stood there, his breath already heavier with anticipation. Due to the cold, perhaps, he was not yet engorging but that would shortly be rectified.