Her : Your Darkest Desire

a visitor

Three days have passed, and her presence still haunts his mind. He can't shake the feeling that something has been following him since the walk in the woods. The days that have passed have been nothing out of the ordinary. However, there is still this lingering feeling. Almost as if he is being watched from afar.

Tonight, he closes up his store and heads home. Getting into his car, he locks the door behind himself as the nerves are getting to him and turns the key in the ignition. As the interior lights of his car dim in the dark of the night, he tries to relax himself after a long day of work.

He leans his seat back slightly and unbuckles his belt. Sighing as he lazily undoes his button and zipper on his black slacks. He pulls his shirt from being tucked in, and then his bluetooth connects. A recently listen to album comes on in a low volume. The tension eases slightly.

He adjusts himself in his seat and undoes his cuff buttons before flipping down the sunvisor to use the mirror. He is inspecting his face and tired eyes as he undoes his collar buttons to fully relax. He runs his fingers thru his hair exhausted and sighs as he thinks about having to go home. 'Man...I hope she is asleep by now.'

He sits back in the seat and just exists in the moment for several seconds. The music playing low and slow starts to sound slightly different. The beat changes tune and switches too another voice he's never heard. His brows wrinkle, and his eyes look around, slowly confused about what is going on. His eyes look back to the mirror he was just inspecting himself in. It sees into the backseat, and he sees her eyes looking back at him.

He jumps back and turns around, nearly honking the horn on his car. When glancing into the backseat, he sees nothing there. No one even. He's out of breath, heart racing, and confused. "What the fuck?" He turns back into his seat and sighs again. Placing his head into his hands, he laughs to himself. "I must be fucking crazy," he looks at the bluetooth player and notices that it is no longer connected. Its on an A.M. station.

He reaches to turn up the volume to see if maybe he could hear what he heard again. But nothing... just static. He reconnects his bluetooth and goes about his ride home normally. He took a couple of backroads, procrastinating his destination. But as he pulls up to his home, he can't help but glance over to the shadowy woods across the way.

They almost beckoned him in. He feels this energy drawing him in closer- though still clueless to what it could mean. Maybe just curiosity? He gathers his belongings and makes his way up to the steps of his home. As he stands outside the door he listens closely trying to hear any tvs or activity in the home. Nothing. It feels safe, and he enters quietly.

The girlfriend appears to have fallen asleep on the couch. This happens occasionally when she waits up for him on his late nights. He goes over and makes sure she will be warm and comfortable but nothing more. He still cares for her... or at least who he remembers her to be in the beginning. But kissing who she is now doesn't always feel right to him.

He quietly makes it up the stairs, avoiding creaks and knocks of the home. He makes it into the bathroom and starts to fully undress. Starting from the top and going down, he slides off his shirt and drops it on the ground. His slacks almost slipped off from being undone earlier. Before too long, he slips into a warm shower, and the steam fills the room.

As he rinses the energy of a long, hard day off, he closes his eyes and entrances himself. Swaying side to side under the water. Just experiencing the warm, calming embrace of the water. His body feels lighter, and he feels much more relaxed. 'I will help you.' Her voice entered his thoughts in a way he could almost swear he heard her.

His eyes shot opened and in foggy glass of the shower, he can see a silhouette. "Oh hey babe! You scared me. How was your day?" No response came. He wiped away the condensation, and he saw more detail. It was her. He got nervous and covered himself up. "W-what are you doing here? How'd you get in?!" He shouted.

"Shhhhhh," her shush could calm a crying infant. So calming and smooth. His body relaxed without another thought. He felt safe. "You let me in. I have been with you... this whole time." Her figure stepped closer to the shower and placed a hand against the glass. Her small and delicate hands had long red nails. Her index tapped on the glass three times. "May I come in?"

Without a word leaving his mouth, she slid open the glass door. Outside the ledge, she stood in her red gown. As her legs stepped in, the gown faded instantly. She was left in a black two-piece lingerie set. The bra supported her two full breasts with lace tracing her delicate pale skin. The bottoms fit her waist and ass perfectly.

"I-I can't let..." her finger presses against his lips. Her thumb and middle finger then grab his face and make him look into her eyes. His mind went numb, and his body relaxed beneath her touch. He let out a small whimper, and a smirk went over her face. "You dont have to allow me to do anything..." she stepped closer, swaying her hips in front of him slightly. Almost in a teasing manner. "You will give me what I want."

Her commanding tone filled his body up with such energy. He looked deep into her eyes, and all he could feel was his desire to please her. She moved closer to him. Her skin was oddly cold to the touch, even in this hot shower. His hands in almost a mind of their own touched her hips. "Mmmmm," she smirked and turned her ass to be pressed against him. "Good boy."

He leaned his head back in awe, not feeling as if this was real. She guided his hands around her body. Over her underwear. The details of the lace against his fingertips were such a tease. He was jealous of how close they were to her. He pulled her closer to him and looked down at her. Looking down the side of her face and neck, over breast, he let out a moan in her ear. She let out a small giggle before sliding her hand behind her and rubbing his shaft with one hand.

His body became frozen. The energy was different. He closed his eyes, and he felt like he was somewhere entirely. The room was dark and lonely, but the pleasure was so intense. He looked down at his body, and instead of seeing her hand around his dick he saw her lips. Her sunset red eyes gazed back up to him as she slowly explored him. Her lips didn't form words, but he heard her say, "I must be fed."

His legs tightened up, and he felt almost frozen. His hips continued to roll against her boobs. Small whimpers escaped his lips, and she chuckled with him still in her mouth. His human flesh vibrated beneath her laugh. He began to almost tremble as his dick began to pulsate. Her eyes looked up to him, but he was looking into the void room of nothingness. An unseen energy commanded his body to look down into her eyes without his own doing.

Just as their eyes locked an evil, but sexy look came over her face. The corner of her eyes looked so pleased with her new victim. His body was powerless to her, and he felt as if he was falling into her eyes like a bottomless pit. The pleasure became too much as she twirled her tongue around the tip when pulling off and taking him deep within then pushing down. The corners of his eyes watered as he looked down into hers. "M-m-may I..?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was back into his body in his shower. His hand was around his cock and the urge to finish gone. He stood there amazing and in shock. He blinked slowly and just looked around trying to put the pieces together. There was no cum in the shower. His eyes scanned. But her handprints... they were still here. On the other side of the glass were her prints slowly being covered with new condensation.

He weirdly pumped soap into his hand and just pondered about what happened and he washed himself off. As he went to wash his dick he noticed how sensitive it was and he saw it. He had red lipstick on his pelvis. A kiss in lipstick right above his dick. Before he washed it off he tried to get a good look at it to make sure he wasn't seeing things. It was real.

He scrubbed himself clean off all evidence and dried off before stepping out of the shower. He wrapped the towl around his waist and stepped out. Looking back at the glass he held his hand up to her prints, pressed it over one in comparison - just for a moment - and then wiped them both away. He stepped in front of the mirror, wiped away the condensation, and looked at himself. His eyes weren't as tired and he didnt appear to be as pale. Maybe the warm shower gave him some color and plumped his face? He shook his head. Of course not. It was her.

'I will help you." Her words echoed in his head.

"I hope you do," he whispered into his reflection. "I hope you come back."