Eldritch [the original]

Chapter 7 ~ Great

          I let him hold my hand for a while, and we just stood there, staring at each other with curious eyes. It was odd, I never really let him hold my hand for too long, but now that he was, I realized how perfect his touch was. I'm sure his 'curious' was different than mine, though. I was just generally curious about him, he astonished me in every way considering he practically broke the laws of logic, but I could tell just by the way he looked at me that he was curious about other things. I flinched my hand away at the thought. He looked hurt for a second. "Sorry," I muttered. He shrugged and sat down on the edge of his bed. It looked comfortable. I looked over at the thing I saw by his closet door before I had left to retrieve my stuff. It was still there, but now it looked at me with another pair of deep golden eyes. They had such depth and magnificence and sparkled in the cutest way. Its eyes met mine. I tilted my head and the little fluff ball revealed some paws that it stretched out in front of its face. "Oh, that's Vincecat," Vincecho said, now noticing my interest in the feline. "What an original name." I teased. The large purple cat arched it's back and let out a silent yawn before making it's way over to me. He rubbed his face against my leg, the cat had an extra set of legs. Made sense, I suppose. I slowly put my bag down and got down on the floor to pet the kitty. He purred in response, rubbing himself against my hand. I smiled quirkily. I got back up and Vincecat just struts back to his cat bed, laying down with his head perched on his paws, watching us in interest. "I like your cat," I mumbled. "Thank you, love." he cooed in response, picking my up and leaning back onto his bed, laying me down on top of him. I blushed as he did, looking at him confused and embarrassed. I didn't like making interaction like this with anyone, not to mention any six armed, overpowered, perverted, purple freak of my friend's imagination. He used two arms to perch up his head, another two just lay slightly outwards from his sides, and lastly, he had two lightly placed on my hips.

           His hands drifted down a little, stopping at my thighs. He ran a hand up the arch of my back and I practically shivered in reply to his actions. "Vincecho...." I mumbled, quietly, afraid my voice might crack like it always does in embarrassing or flustered moments. "Oh come on,  love, I would absolutely adore playing with you~" he said, his voice raspy, seductive. He rolled over, pinning me down, not putting too much pressure on me or anything, just enough to keep me down. "Vincecho....I don't want to. I'm not ready. I hardly know you! I don't even consider you anything close to a lover." I argued, my voice stern, but barely above a whisper. My voice squeaked when I had said 'lover'. I didn't want this to happen, I didn't want this to ever happen. Not with him. "At least let me try one thing..." he murmured, pulling close and whispering in my ear. "Depends...." I said softly, curious, sure, but nervous. He snickered, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck, he wasn't going to listen. I turned my head up and away, closing my eyes and sighing. I was a nervous wreck, no one ever did me this way, no one had even said they loved me, let alone hold my hand, pin me down or touch me the way he did. I guess I was as ready as I could be then. I could feel his tongue on my neck as he licked at me. I cleared my throat, I wasn't ready for this...He bit around at my neck, and I squirmed around for a moment before giving out, I knew I couldn't escape. "V-Vincecho..." I nearly panted, my voice cracked too. He just laughed under his breath as he slowly drifted down my neck and at my collar bone. I held my breath. His grip on me tightened and I could feel his lips on my skin, it made me shiver again. By now I felt so overheated and hot. I knew I was blushing, my skin was probably a bright hot pink by now. I felt so helpless under his hold. He slipped back up again, pulling away and looking down at me with playful eyes. "P-please....stop." I managed to get out. "Just a little longer, love." He said with that crooked smile of his, pulling forward again, his lips colliding with mine. I almost winced, trying to pull away again, but it was no use. His kiss started soft, but eventually grew rough, but still passionate, like the first kiss he'd forced upon me. I wondered if we were ever going to have a real kiss, like one I had actually invited him into. I doubted it. He forced my mouth open, his tongue roaming inside. I practically moaned. He pulled away shortly after. I was basically out of breath. "That was fun..." he said, he was almost breathless as well. "I would love to do it again, I would love to do so much more..." He said with that smirk of his, his eyes never looking away from me. I still hated it. I still hated him. And as much as I regretted it, it wasn't half as bad as I remembered. I wasn't even going to try to rebel against him this time, I had already accepted my fate. He got up from me.

           "What did you think, love?" he asked. "I...." I didn't know anymore. He snickered once more, "You'll get used to it eventually, but some day, you'll beg for more." he said, so sure of himself. "Whatever." I said, snatching my stuff and leaving him behind, walking into the guest room. I liked to call it my room as of now. I sat my stuff down next to the bed, and put the chargers of my electronics into the wall and sat my iPad onto the dresser. I sighed, throwing myself onto the bed, pulling my beats onto my ears, pulling my phone from my bag and turning on my playlist. I needed some music therapy.

           After a minute of silence, I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, no wifi. Great. I took off my beats and laid them down next to me. I planted my face into the soft, comfortable pillow and sighed. I'm just going to take a nap. I deserve it anyhow. Something sat down on top of me. I rolled over, the thing on me hopping off. I was on my side now, and I was staring into the golden eyes of a purple feline. I moved my arm upward and the cat slipped next to me, allowing me to hold him close like a stuffed animal. A much softer, breathing stuffed animal. And we both fell asleep like that.