She looked beyond perfect. He couldn't take her eyes off her. No one could. The whole room was drawn to her. And it wasn't just because of how amazing she looked looked in her tight little black dress that amazingly showed off her petite body. It wasn't just her fabulously dramatic, rockstar make up she was wearing. It wasn't her just her short, punk-pixie hair cut.
There was something hypnotic about her. Otherworldly. The whole room wanted her, yes. But it was deeper than that. It was like the whole room needed her. It was as though the world would have stopped turning if she asked it to.
He hadn't even caught her name. What was even more weird, was that it seemed no one else had either. After asking several other party-goers about her, he was unable to figure out who she was. All he could get were confused half answers.
"I think she might be a friend of David's roommate?"
"Didn't she come here with Steven? No wait, I guess he came in with the blonde."
"I think she works with Elaine? Maybe not."
He'd talked to her a few times of course. But he never quite seemed to remember to ask her name. In fact, as soon as the conversation ended he couldn't seem to remember anything at all about what they had talked about. He'd had a little bit to drink. Perhaps that was it. But then he hadn't drank that much...
No matter. He'd find her again and talk to her again. This time he'd make sure the conversation went on long enough for him to grab her name. Who knew? Maybe even her number.
Wait. She was looking at him right now. How long had she been doing that? He'd been watching her for several minute now. Why hadn't he noticed when she'd turned to look directly at him. Was he that zoned out?
It didn't matter. He had to talk to her now. He felt the need to salvage the situation and look as un-creepy as possible.
Besides...something about her eyes seemed to beckon him.
Before he knew it, he was standing next to her.
"I didn't mean to stare." He began.
"Yes you did." Her playful tone of voice and her soft smile made her otherwise accusing statement feel much more easy going.
He smiled back nervously. "Okay you got me. Sorry. You're just like really pretty and-"
"You wanna fuck me." She said plainly.
He paused, completely dumbfounded. "What?"
She giggles sweetly. "I said..."she began slowly as she leaned in close, an placed her lips gently against his ear. She spoke slowly, with sensual energy dripping off of each syllable. "You want to fuck me."
She leaned back and smiled innocently as if nothing had happened.
He stood there like an idiot with his mouth hanging open.
"It's not that." He said, knowing he was lying.
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh you really don't want to?" She asked. "Because i was thinking I might let you but if you're not interested.."
"No, no!" He choked out eagerly.
She giggled. "Don't worry cutie"
"How do I look?" She asked once she was right in front of him.
"Amazing." He said without even thinking.
She winked at him seductively. "Thanks cutie." She turned and began to move. "Come on. Let's go find someplace private."
He wondered briefly why she didn't just take him out here like the last guy but he wasn't about to question her. He fell in step behind her and followed her out of the living room, down a hall and into a large bedroom.
"Who's room is this?" He asked, wondering if they be disturbed."
She shrugged. "I dunno. It's ours for now."
Without further warning, she threw her arms around him and kissed him. He didn't fully realize how hard he was until his throbbing member was pressed up against her. As her hands roamed over his body, pulling him against her, he knew needed to be inside of her.
The two of them tumbled into the bed together, a messy, incoherent pile of lips and limbs. He was so focused on the kiss that he almost didn't notice her reaching down to undo his pants. Before he knew it, his raging hard on was out of his pants and in her tiny, delicate hands.
He growled in pleasure as she's stroked him. He felt as though he'd die if he didn't get inside of her soon. But he wasn't time yet. He had a job to do first.
Reluctantly, he took hold of her wrists and took her hands off of his swollen cock. "Stop." He told her simply.
He stood up off of the bed, grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of it. He then slid her dress up her thighs. She grinned down at him and his heart fluttered a little at the sight of her smile.
He leaned forward and laid a soft, admiring kiss on her knee. Then, he began leaving slow, lingering kisses all the way up her thigh until he reached what he wanted.
He glanced up at her, as if looking for permission. She smiled, invitingly. Deviously. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap.
He didn't care.
He placed an adoring kiss between her legs, and he felt her slip one hand behind his head, pulling his mouth tighter against her sweet mound. She let out delightful little moans and gasps as he devoured her. Knowing that he was pleasing her, was it's own kind of paradise.
As he licked and sucked her sweet wetness, he reached his hand up, and slipped his finger inside of her. He curled it inside of her, making 'come hither' motions. He felt her legs squirming on either side of his head, and he went on fingering her and eating her.
He wanted to taste her orgasm. He needed it. Needed to feel her pleasure on his tongue. He'd never needed anything so badly in his life.
He licked, and sucked and fingerer and ate. All the while she moaned and squirmed and tugged at his hair. She was getting closer. The sound of her approval was the most beautiful song he'd ever heard in his life.
He prayed for her orgasm. He wanted it so damn bad he prayed in his mind for her to cum. He didn't even know who he was praying to. Maybe her.
And then she came. She let out the single, loudest scream he'd ever heard in his life. She clamped her thighs around his head so tight, he thought his skull was gonna pop. She pulled his hair so hard, he thought she was gonna rip it out.
It was beautiful. It was perfect. It was nothing short of pure bliss. Knowing she was orgasming above him, was somehow more pleasurable than any orgasm he'd had in his entire life.
Then suddenly the pulled him by the hair, up to face her.
She was breathless, sweating, and utterly gorgeous. There was an odd look in her eyes. It wasn't just afterglow. It was like he could see the whole universe in her eyes.
"I'm gonna eat you alive." She whispered in the absolute softest voice. It sent chills down his spine.
"I want you to." He found himself saying, without ever really making the decision to speak the words.
She grinned, from ear to ear. It was almost unnaturally wide. Wide enough that a tiny little part of his mind that told him there was something evil in that grin.
The next thing he knew, she reached down between them, took ahold of him in her soft hand, and lined him up with her warm, wet, waiting entrance.
He slowly sank himself into her, a millimeter at a time. She was soft, and wet and warm and perfect. She was heaven. She was God.
He buried himself in her to the hilt and the both let out a little gasp in unison. She took his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss her. Their lips met and he began to slide in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. He savored every single thrust, stretching it out as long as he could.
Meanwhile, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he more than welcomed it. He massaged her tongue with his own, and sucked on it as his hands explored her perfect body. She explored him right back with her nails, digging them into his back, his arms, and his ass.
She felt like velvet, and tasted like honey. She was forbidden fruit. She was damnation.
She moaned into the kiss and he swore he could taste the sound. Something about the sound felt even more pleasurable than her touch. He was like her could hear her moans in just in his ears but in his soul.
He gradually began to pick up his pace, sliding out a little faster, and sinking back into her a little harder. He wanted to be deeper in side of her. He wanted all of her. He wanted to give her all of him.
Suddenly she grabbed a fist full of of his hair and pulled his face away from hers, breaking the kiss.
"Fuck me." She said quietly but firmly.
He picked up his pace in and thrusted harder.
For some reason, she looked angry.
"I said..." she tightened her grip on his hair. "FUCK...Me." Her voice was louder than thunder. No, voices. He swore he'd heard multiple voice come out of her at once.
And this time, he obeyed. He fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked. With every he had. His body did it for him, without his mind even making the choice to do so.
It was then that he noticed her eyes. They were black. All, pure black like one big giant pupil.
He wanted to question this. He wanted to ask her what she was. But he couldn't. Instead he just stared into her pitch black eyes and continued his thrusting.
She let out a chilling laugh, no, a cackle. Once again with many voices coming from her mouth all at once.
She knew everything he was thinking. He was convinced of it.
He pounded into her faster and harder, his body seemingly on auto pilot. Any internal doubt he felt had zero effect on his physical performance.
She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was heaven. It was like nothing existed outside of her. He couldn't see anything but her, couldn't feel anything but her. She was the entire universe.
"I want you to cum inside me." She told him sensually... yet her mouth didn't look like it he moved. It was like her mind had spoken directly to his.
She grinned at him. That perfect, maniacal grin again, that he knew was dangerous, but it was the most beautiful sight in the entirety of existence. Her smile was his favorite part of her delectable body.
"You heard me baby." She said with a giggle, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Her mouth definitely wasn't moving when she spoke.
She made a playful pouting face. "What's the matter baby? You get to be inside my body. Why can't I be inside your brain?" The words echoed in his skull. He had nothing to even compare the sensation too.
"I'll leave if you want me too." She whined, and her eyes looked sad.
"No!" He screamed out loud. He hadn't even meant to. It just happened.
She laughed, both outwardly, and inside his mind. "I've got you." She explained simply. "You belong to me now. You couldn't run if you tried. But you won't try."
All the while he still hadn't stopped hammering into her perfect womanhood. "What the fuck are you?" The question was one of admiration.
She giggled again, and pulled him close. She made a point of whispering in his ear, rather hang in his mind. "I am nothing a creature like you could ever possibly understand."
He starred into her eyes in awe. He knew she wasn't lying. She was more than a person.
"Are you gonna kill me?" It occurred to him that if the answer was yes, he still wouldn't have stopped fucking her.
Instead she just giggled again. He realized he was falling in love with that giggle. "No cutie, at least not for a very long time."
Somehow, that answer was good enough for him for now.
"Cum inside me baby." She repeated her command, this time with a little more urgency.
Every instinct he had told him no. But everything in his body told him his. He wanted to pleas her. Wanted to be please by her. He wanted to worship her.
Suddenly she grabbed his face with both hands and made him stare at her own face, which was still contorted in pleasure. "Blow your load in me, baby." She commanded.
And just like that, he couldn't have held back anymore if he tried. The head of his cock swell, and his balls tightened. He felt his seed shoot out of his shaft, and into her perfect, evil cunt.
She moaned in absolute ecstasy. She seemed to be acutely aware of his cum pumping into her. She was getting off on knowing he was spilling his load inside of her.
"Yes, give it all to me!" She commanded him.
He couldn't stop. His cock just kept pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her soft, warm, vile hole. For minutes he laid there on top of her, twitching and spasming as he gave her what he knew was an inhuman amount of sperm. It just wouldn't stop. It kept streaming out of him until it hurt. His body just wasn't meant to do this.
Eventually, the torrent of semen stopped and he began to float back down to earth. It was like the entire world was returning around him. He hadn't even realized how insane the orgasm had been until it subsided.
He rolled off of her, and collapsed in the bed. Exhausted and light headed, he didn't even have the energy to drink. He had never once felt so utterly drained in his entire life.
She giggled again as she sat up in bed beside him.
"That was a lotta fun, cutie." She told him with a smile that seemed genuine.
She stood and began moving towards the open door. He wanted to get up and follow but found he couldn't will his body to get off the bed.
"Will I see you again?" He blurted out, and only after he'd said it did he realize how much desperation was in his voice.
She turned back to him and winked. "You won't be able to get rid of me." And with that, she turned and left the room, still completely naked.
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He woke the next morning, still in the same bed. He didn't realize he'd fallen asleep until the rays of sunshine pulled him from his slumber.
He stumbled out of the bedroom to find his friend Jared in the living room, already cleaning up after the night before.
"Hey man, you were out for a minute. How ya feelin'?" He asked cheerily.
"I'm okay." Keith said groggily. He glance at a clock and saw it was nearly noon. "How late did I fall asleep last night."
Jared shrugged. "No idea, to be honest. I really don't even remember you disappearing."
"Well do you know what happened to that girl I was with last night?"
Eric frowned. "What girl?"
Keith paused for a moment. "The one who like...the one who blew that guy in the middle of the living room."
Jared's jaw dropped open. "That happened? And I missed it?"
"I guess you must not have been in the room at the time."
"What did she look like."
It wasn't hard to conjure up a mental image of her. Even if Keith never saw her again in his life, he was pretty sure he'd be forget what she looked like.
"She was short, like super tiny. She had a jet black mullet, and brown eyes. Like, really nice brown eyes." The last sentence had more admiration in it than Keith had intended to show.
"I don't remember seeing anyone like that, but I mean there were a lot of people here last night." Jared said. "What was her name?"
Keith opened his mouth to speak but realized he didn't have an answer to that.
"Damn, she made that much of an impression on you but you don't remember her name?" Jared asked with an amused grin.
"I don't think she gave me one."
Jared laughed. "Gonna be tough to find her after that, bro."
"Yeah I guess so. Anyway I guess I'm gonna head home. Thanks for letting me crash."
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Keith went about the rest of his lazy Sunday, mostly as he normally would have. He cleaned up his apartment, picked up groceries, did laundry and worked out. The only thing that made today different, was the fact that She was on his mind for the entirety of the process.
Every second, of every minute, of every hour. She never left his mind for a fraction of a moment. It was unnatural. It made it difficult to focus on anything but the most basic of tasks.
Eventually his day came to an end. He still couldn't stop thinking about her. But what could he do about it?
He considered he considered texting some of the other people who'd been at the party and asking if they remembered her. Then he decided that was silly. Whoever she was, whatever she was, she'd done something to him. Something wrong, something unnatural. She was unsafe, he knew that in his bones. If he never saw her again, it would probably be for the better.
And yet, he found himself picking up the phone and asking around about her.
'Hey do you remember that girl from last night? The one in the black dress?'
'Hey bro do you know who that girl with the mullet was?'
'Yo, what was the name of that girl who blew that one guy in the living room last night? Lol'
No one knew her. Not one single person remembered a single thing about her. Some people remembered Keith leaving with a girl, but they couldn't quite recall what the girl looked like, what her name was, or who she came with.
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He spent Monday miserable at work. He still couldn't get that girl out of his head. Her face, her eyes, her voice. They prevented him from focusing on even the most basic aspects of his job.
Yet at the same time he found his memory of the night rapidly slipping away from him. He began that day, thinking to himself that his time in bed with her couldn't possibly have been as dramatic as he recalled. By midday, he'd more or less convinced himself that all that happened was nothing more that incredibly good sex. By the end of the shift, he found himself wondering if he'd slept with her at all. Perhaps he'd only been so enthralled by her that he'd imagined the whole scenario in his head.
When he arrived at home, he even found himself pondering wether or not the girl had even been there. Maybe he'd simply imagined his idea of the perfect woman. It sounded crazy of course. But it was only getting harder to recall her lovely voice, her perfect face. And those gorgeous, terrifying eyes which had been so intensely burned into his memory the day before.
The memory of her eyes were now like the memory of a lover from long ago. A fond, comforting memory, but still faint and difficult to fully picture.
It was getting worse. He was forgetting her. What was crazier was the fact that the idea of forgetting her was breaking his heart. She'd shown him fear and pain he never would have thought possible. And yet the idea of her slipping from his mind entirely was utterly unbearable.
He needed to shift his focus. He'd go crazy if he stayed in this headspace, that much was clear. So he decided it was time to make a real attempt at distracting himself.
Keith's favorite place outside of his home, was a book store, not far from his house. He'd head there, have a cup of coffee, find a new book to get lost in, and with any luck, he'd forget about this whole situation soon enough. At least, that was the plan.
An hour later, he found himself in the book store, absent mindedly browsing the shelves, and try as he might, the fading memory of the girl from the night before was still overwhelming his mind.
He could barely remember what her face looked like. He couldn't remember her voice at all. He wasn't too sure what her hair looked like. Maybe it had been black?
The only things he remembered about her were how it felt to be inside of her. How it felt to have her fingers on his skin. And how it had felt when she had crawled inside his mind.
"Hey cutie." A voice startled him from behind.
He nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around. Before him stood the petite form of the dark eyed girl from the party. All at once, he remembered Everything about her. About that entire night.
"Hey." He said nervously, not sure where to begin.
"You called to me." She stated plainly with a disarming smile. "What can I do for ya'?"
He stared back in confusion for a moment before saying. "I don't call for you. I wouldn't even know how to do that. You didn't leave me a number or even a name, actually."
She giggled sweetly and it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard up to that point. "Not that kind of call. I mean your mind called out to me. You summoned me with your desire."
Keith opened his mouth to speak but found he couldn't quite come up with any words.
"I'm sorry baby, I know that's probably a lot to absorb." She said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "But let's not beat around the bush. You already know I'm not normal."
"Then what are you?" He asked, accusingly.
She laughed heartily. "Sweetie you already know I'm not going to answer that. At least not yet."
"Why not?" He was rapidly beginning to feel defensive.
"It's fun to watch you wonder." She said with a smile. There was something wrong about it the smile. It was just a little too wide. But hot damn it was beautiful. "So what did you want from me, baby?"
"I didn't want anything." He told her.
"When you think about me that much, it generates energy. I could hear your mind beckoning to me. It was like your soul was begging me to come back."
"Stop it." He insisted. "I didn't call to you, or summon you, or anything like that. That's crazy."
She raised her eyebrows. "Is it? Then how did I find you here?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, just...coincidence I guess."
"And how do you explain last night?"
"What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "You know what I mean. Have you ever experienced anything like that before?"
He hadn't. He knew he couldn't argue. What had happened had been a truly otherworld experience.
"I mean it was incredible."
"Magical." She corrected.
"Well, yes in a metaphorical way it was definitely magical."
She looked disappointed. "Baby are you really going to make me prove it to you?"
"Prove what?"
"That I'm different."
"Different how? Different from what?" He asked exasperatedly.
"Everyone. Everything. Nothing on this earth is anything like me. And you know that because you've tasted me."
"Okay, yes." He admitted. "Last night was fucking insane, but..."
"But what, love?" She crooned, unexpectedly dropping to her knees.
"What are you doing?"
"Proving to you that I'm not lying about what I am." She said as she reached for his belt.
"Dont!" He said instinctively. "We're in public."
She giggled. "Exactly." She began undoing his buckle.
He grabbed her resists and attempted to restrain her from doing so.
She looked at him, and the strangest look came over her.
"Keep your hands at your side." As she spoke, hundreds of voices seemed to come from her mouth at once, and each was beautiful.
Without having any intentions of doing so, he obediently withdrew his hands from her wrists and placed them at his side.
She undid his belt, and then unbutton his jeans.
Keith glanced around the book store. The were partially concealed by the bookshelves, but some people could still theoretically look over at them through the entrance to the aisle. There were only a few people who's peripheral vision they might be in, but they didn't seem to be paying much attention.
"Someone is gonna' see us!" He said frantically, unable to move his hands to stop her.
"Trust me, baby." She mewed as she pulled down her zipper. "They won't see a thing. I promise."
"How are you stopping me from moving my hands?"
She looked up at him as she took took his cock out of his boxers. "Well that's the funny thing. It's true, I can influence your mind. But all I can do is encourage you to act on things you already want to do. I cant make you do anything, and I can't stop you from doing anything." She licked her lips, and looked a bit like she was about to devour him alive. "So if you don't want this, go ahead. Walk away."
He stared down at her, totally unable to come up with anything to say.
"I'll do ya' one better." She went on. "Tell me you don't want me, and I'll walk away."
Once again, he found himself with nothing to say.
"That's what I thought."
She leaned forward and pleaded a delicate kiss on the tip of his dick. Only now did he realize that he was so hard it ached. Almost bad enough for him to forget how worried he was about being spotted.
Then, she slowly slide his entire length into her soft, warm mouth. He let out an audible gasp at the feeling and clamped his eyes shut. He prayed no one would look over at them, because there was no was he was even going to try to stop her now.
He found himself reaching forward and placing his hands on top of her head.
"See?" She spoke is his mind once again. He heard her voice but it obviously hadn't come from her mouth. "You're fully capable of using your hands. I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to."
He dug his fingers into her dark hair and gripped fistfuls of it. "You feel amazing." He whispered."
"I know." She thought at him as she worked her head up and down.
Her mouth was the wettest, warmest, softest thing he'd ever felt. Her approach was both enthusiastic and aggressive.
He instinctively tugged at her hair, wanting to pull himself deeper into her mouth. His spine tingled as she took him in all the way to the base, and he held her there for a moment before the slowly slid her mouth back off of him. She teased his shaft and head with her tongue he stared down at her in absolute awe of how perfect she felt. She then moved her mouth away from him for a moment, and he felt like he'd wither away to nothing if he didn't feel her mouth again soon.
'Do you like that?" She spoke in his mind gain. Her mouth was no longer occupied, so he was fairly certain she was still communicating this way simply to unnerve him.
'No.'She corrected his thought. 'I'm doing it because it turns you on to have me that close. To have me inside your mind.'
She could hear us thoughts. And She was right.
"Yes I like how you feel." He whispered.
'They can't here you.'
Keith looked out at the strangers shopping for books. Some of them had their backs turned, but others certainly should have had Keith and the dark haired girl in their peripheral vision. Not a single one of them reacted to the situation despite how obvious it seemed to be.
'They can't see you either.' She assured him, reaching up to take his shaft in her hand.
"How?"
'Sooner or later you're going to realize that I don't typically answer questions.' She slowly stroked him back and forth. Her delicate little hand felt delightful. But still, he longed to feel her mouth again.
'Beg me for it.' She commanded him.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please let me feel your mouth on me again."
She flashed him that dazzling smile again. "No." She said shaking her head with glee.
"Please!" He hissed out in desperation.
"I like hearing you beg." She told him as she continued stroking. "If I give you what you want, you'll have no reason to keep begging."
"Please, please!" He moaned, no longer paying much attention to who may or may not hear him. "I need it."
"Oh I know you need it baby. Its just that I like not giving you what you need." She gave the head a tiny kiss and he throbbed. "Which is why I'm going to leave you now. I want you to spend the next day or so about how much you want me to come finish you off."
She then took her hand off of him, and it felt like death. The only thing in the world that mattered to him in that moment was getting her touch back. As she stood up he realized she was serious. She fully intended to leave his aching for her.
She smiled sweetly at him, and he felt the most peculiar mix of terror and affection as he looked into her evil, black eyes.
She leaned in closed and kissed him softly on the mouth. Her lips felt hot to the touch, as if she were physically on fire.
She pulled back from the kiss and began to walk away. "Keep thinking about me. I'll be back in your life again soon, I promise."
He wanted more than anything to follow her. To beg her to stay, to beg her to take him with her, anything. But he couldn't. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely even think. Like some horrible nightmare, he stood there frozen watching her leaving.
Then, just like that she was gone, and he was left there along in the book store. He frantically zipped himself up and prayed no one had saw any of what just happened.
He could move and speak now, but his mind still felt trapped. All he could think about was how much he wanted her. The desire was so strong, it even overshadowed his fear of whatever she really was.