Moonlit Embrace

Moonlit Embrace Part 1: Awakening

I'm not sure what's happening to me. I've been seeing things, or rather, one thing in particular. A being, a... I don't even know what she is. Mia. That's the name I've given her. She's like nothing I've ever seen before. Her fur is the color of a stormy sky, and her eyes, they're like twin moons shining in the dark. They're always watching me, but she never says a word. Just appears and disappears like a ghost. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's hard when she's always there, straddling me while I sleep. I can feel her warmth, the weight of her body pressing down on me. It's unsettling, but there's also something eerily comforting about it.

On Monday I started noticing things around the apartment that I can't explain. Like the way my clothes are arranged on the chair, or the way my bed feels when I sit on it. It's like she's been sitting there, waiting for me. And then there's the totem. That damned thing. It's been in my family for generations, but it's never done anything like this before. It's like it brought her here. Again I woke up to Mia sitting on my chest last night, her eyes piercing through the darkness, reflecting the dim glow from the streetlamp outside. She was just watching me, her expression unreadable.

I felt the urge to push her away, but something stopped me. Maybe it was the way she tilted her head slightly, curiosity brimming in her gaze. Or perhaps it was the gentle way her fur brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I reached out tentatively, placing my hand on her thigh. She was warm, real. I could feel the softness of her fur and the firmness of the muscles beneath. It was unlike anything I've ever felt before. She didn't flinch or pull away, just continued to stare at me, with those silver eyes.

As my hand lingered on her thigh, I felt a strange energy pulsing through her, like the steady rhythm of a heartbeat, but it was more than that. It was a silent communication, a connection that went beyond words. I didn't understand it, but I knew she wasn't going anywhere. And maybe that's what scared me the most. What was she? What did she want from me? The totem was the only clue I had, it was all too much to comprehend, so I did what I do best—I ignored it. I went about my day, trying to push thoughts of Mia to the back of my mind. But she was always there, lurking in the shadows of my consciousness, a silent specter in my otherwise mundane life.

Thursday night, I made a decision. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to confront Mia, to understand what she wanted from me. I waited in bed, wide awake, my heart thumping in anticipation of her visit. And sure enough, she came. Her fur looked soft in the moonlight, her eyes gleaming with an unspoken question. I held my breath as she straddled me, her legs pressing into my sides, her breasts brushing against my chest. This time, I didn't push her away. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer.

Her body was warm, so warm, and she smelled faintly of rain and earth. I could feel the steady thump of something against my chest, something that could only be her heart. Or was it mine? Our hearts beating in sync, it was an intimate moment that I hadn't shared with anyone in a long time. As I held her, she leaned in, her nose touching my cheek, and I felt the wetness of her breath against my skin. It was surprisingly comforting. I didn't know what to make of it, but for the first time, I didn't feel scared. I felt... connected. And when she leaned back, her eyes searched mine, and I knew she was trying to convey something.

Friday I lay in bed, the anticipation of Mia's visit almost tangible in the air. As if she could sense my readiness, she appeared earlier than usual, her eyes gleaming with a knowing expression. She straddled me once more, but this time I was prepared. My hand reached out and touched her, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the soft fur. It was a strange sensation, one that sent electric jolts through my veins. I didn't pull away, I let my fingers trace the contours of her hips, feeling the tension in her muscles as she leaned into my touch.

Her breathing grew heavier, and she leaned closer, her nose brushing against my neck. The tip of her tail swished back and forth, tickling my legs. I swallowed hard, my heart racing in a mix of trepidation and something else entirely. Desire? It was absurd, but there it was, pulsing through me like a neon sign in the dark. I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me. When I opened them again, she was gone, but the warmth of her body remained, a ghostly imprint on the bed. I couldn't shake the feeling that she had been trying to tell me something, something important, but without words, I was left with only the echoes of her touch.