The Shadow Lover

He was always there. Hiding in the shadows of the darkest corners. Starlight eyes and ashen smell. The night and volcanic incarnate.

Smoke and claws and feathers.

That’s all you had ever actually seen of him.

But, you knew he was always there. His voice crept to you at any time of the day, spoken as if a thousand old souls spoke at once.

“My lovely.“

“Darling girl.”

“Precious jewel.“ ”

“Do you want to be mine?“

Each time he spoke, a shiver ran up your spine. He would say such things that set your heart blazing.

Your thighs pressing together.

Your mouth salivating.

Did you want to be his?

You weren’t so sure…

You knew that he did not approach you fully because he said he would frighten you. His monstrous image would either stop your pulse or send your feet flying.

You didn’t believe him.

How could something so tempting, so sweet, so enticing be so horrible?

He would laugh darkly when you tried to persuade him. Tell you that your conversations should be the only contact between you.

But then he would say…

“If only I could touch you.”

“If only I could taste you.“

“Feel your skin against my teeth, the pulse of your mortal heart on my tongue.”

“I bet you taste like how spring smells. Full and fresh and new. Your body screams to be tasted.“

“Would you let me taste you?”

You knew you would.

You would let him do anything to you.

Even after you saw a flash of white, sharpened fangs smile at you from the shadows. You would let him sink those teeth into your soft flesh. Let him use them on your most intimate of places.

You craved him even when he had never laid a finger on you. Your skin brazen, your womanhood pulsing with need and he would moan and purr to you as you touched yourself.

“You sound so sweet when you put your hand there. Yes..there. Does that feel good? I can smell that it feels good.“

“Use two fingers my darling, spread yourself for me. Open your legs so I can see. Obey me. Open.”

“Taste yourself…how do you taste? Hmmmm I would love to taste you.”

“Bend over. Arch your back. Push it deeper. Do you like that? Oh yes, I know you do.“

“Louder, I want to hear you scream.”

“What a sweet little thing you are, what I could do to you.“

He would watch you night after night as you explored your body, as he taught you how to pleasure yourself from the shadows. He would hum in deep satisfaction when you found your most sensitive spots. Purr when you moved your hips in rhythm to whatever object you inserted into yourself.

You always felt a burst of some foreign energy pulse towards you when you found release, his shadows inching closer and closer as you moaned and mewed at the sensation coursing through your body. You pleaded time and time again…

Touch me, touch me, touch me.

"You would be destroyed if I touched you.”

He would reply each and every time. His shadows curling closer to you, a rustle of feathers and scraping of claws against the wall. You would lay there naked, panting always wanting to be brave enough to approach him yourself, but your body was always frozen as if he knew your thoughts.

“But, oh, how I long to touch you.“

“To make you moan as I pushed inside you…”

“Feel your tight, breakable, fragile body stretch to fit me.“

“You would bleed.”

“And I would savor every drop.“

“You would let me do whatever I wanted, I know. You would not say no to me even if I wanted to tear you a part.”

“My precious jewel, what I could do to you.“

Smoke and claws and feathers. Ashen smells and starlight eyes. That’s all you had ever seen of him. His purr and vibrant voice filled you and your every need, his words bringing you to climax night after night.

Thank Starlight eyes preying on your body, clawed shadows just out of reach. You knew you would let him do anything to you.

Would you let him destroy you?

Yes.

And you would beg him to do it.