Her : Your Darkest Desire

as she pleases

She reached a hand up towards one trembling foot and touched his ankle gently. The trembling stopped beneath her wet grasp. She pulled gently, but his body moved towards her easily. Dragging him closer as if he weighed nothing to her. His legs were now over the edge. She smiled up at him as she took off each of his shoes and socks, placing them on the waters edge. He had a feeling that she would take care of him. 'I'm here to help you,' echoed in his mind.

As his bare feet touched the water, she slid between his legs. One hand on either thigh, she looked up at him. He was oddly calm in her presence. He truly felt safe with this strange woman. Whoever... or whatever she way.

"I felt your pain in your most vulnerable moment. I knew I could help you... you just had to let me in," a smile creeped in the corner of one cheek. "And then you did."
He stared into her eyes for a moment before answering. They felt oddly empty. There was nothing behind them... not that he could feel. "How can you help me?"
She giggled to herself as she gripped his thighs in her petite hands. "In several ways..."
His mind flashed full of visions that he had the night prior in the shower. The vivid imagery and emotions of her on her knees beneath him. Her lips and tongue around his dick and tip. Then a flash of himself looking into the mirror after noticing how refreshed he looked. His eyes were unfocused on hers when he came back to the present moment.
He licked his lips as he gathered his thoughts, "Why have you come after me?"
She rolled her eyes. Her arms trailed up his body and to his collar. She gripped at his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She got a good look of his face before whispering. "You question too much when you should be grateful. I have provided you with a service you simply can not understand with your human mind, yet you continue to want more."
He looks confused, "human mind?"
She audibly groans in annoyance, and her grip tightens on his shirt, "You heard me correctly." Her lips just inches from his own.

This tension is something he has never felt before. The intoxication of her power floods over him. He has a million questions but no answers. He feels hopeless but also uplifted. 'What the fuck is going on with me?!' This hold she has on him is so confusing and enthralling, he is so turned onto her but doesn't know why.

With their faces so close, he breaks his fearful eye contact and explores the details of her face. She holds an other wordly beauty that he can't explain. He smiles as he feels as if its just the two of them in that moment. It was just the two of them. It felt like they were completely alone in their own world. He licked his lips as he looked at hers before looking back into her eyes.

That guilty smile he is growing to crave came back over her face. "Hmmm?" She teased a smirk back up at him from between his legs.
He sighed thru a part in his lips. "I am trying to decide something."
She had a knowing for what he was thinking but she wanted to hear it herself. "And that is..?"
He smiled down at her, still gripping his collar, "What I will let you do to me." He sounded sassy but so pleased with himself.

The energy changed as those words hung in the air. She let go of his collar and then placed her fingertips at the base of his neck. Her body rose from the water, having it surrounded around her lower hips once again. She tapped one finger over the nape of his neck and admired his skin. "I want to be clear with you... one more time." She spoke deliberately and with each word taping her finger on his throat. "I. Will. Do. As. I. Please."

Each tap of her finger sent waves thru his body. The waves of emotions began crashing within him. Intoxication and head spins. Feeling as if he is fighting for control within his own body. She is driving him crazy. The waves calmed slowly, and his mind began to simmer. Opening his eyes and looking into her beauty again, he took a moment.

He leaned his head closer to hers, almost bowing his head to her, "Yes, ma'am." He submitted fully to her.
She whimpered happily as he gave himself up to her almost too easily. "Good..." her voice trailed off as she turned away from him and walked into the depths of the pool. The water came back up to her chest as she turned around. Without a movement, her bra was gone. It disappeared without any effort. Her nipples were hidden in the ripples of water from her movement. He looked on at her in awe.

She began to lower back into the water from where she came from. His body was filled with adrenaline and shock. He thought he had more time with this seductress, but he was wrong. He jumped into the water and tried to wade over to where she was to grab ahold of her. But it was too late. She had disappeared into the depths of the pool.

He splashed at the top of the water in anger. "Fuck!" He angrily made his way back over to the edge and pulled himself out. He threw himself onto his back and groaned. He felt just as crazy as before. In the moments, when he's with her...he feels as if everything is fine. But when she's gone... he feels as if he truly is delusional. He sat there laying on the ground, looking up at the trees, trying to piece it all together. How real was it all? What can he believe? Can he believe any of it? Is he even awake? Is he even alive?

Minutes passed, and he feels like he's going crazy. Then he hears it. Birds chirping. He sits up quickly and looks around. 'No fucking way.' Hes in the middle of the path. It is the same place where he has been lured in from. He sees his way back out and to his home. But does he really want to go back? No. He could stay intoxicated in her energy forever.

He looks down at his feet and notices shes placed his socks and shoes back on him. 'What is her sorcery?' He gets up and begins stumbling down the path she lured him down. He follows the trail as he would on any normal day. It turns and loops just like normal. Everything is normal. Wildlife is out and about. There are crows cawing in the distance. The energy is untainted and pure. She is gone. She has left him. He stops and turns around quickly, hoping to see... nope. The path he came from is still there. He is in the woods beside his house, and there is no magic to it this time. Just the forest.

With a defeated sigh, he begins making his way along the trail back to his home. He can't stop thinking about what she has said. What he felt. What he thought. And what he wanted. She spoke to him in a tone that he was used to. Being talked down too and bossed around. But it felt different. This manipulation felt good. It gave him a feeling he craved more and more. He just couldn't explain this new addiction.