Lovers of Myth

Suddenly Ivory sat up, almost falling out of her desk chair as a phone rang at exactly four in the morning. Looking around she realized it was her phone, frowning and reaching out to lift it up to her ear. Her mind was foggy and still filled with horny images as she spoke.

“Hello?”

“Go to his room. The guards are gone.”

The voice, a deep tone that seemed familiar yet strange all at once, set her heart off in a race. Her frown deepened as her legs moved to stand as if by their own will. The line was full of static and whispers that seemed demonic in nature, their voices too fast and high-pitched to understand.

“I’m sorry…who is this?”

“Go to the room.”

Her hand shook, fingers loosening as the pen within her grasp dropped to the floor. The phone fell next, her body overcome. She was moving without a thought, the world before her blurring as she tried to hold onto reality. Was she on the phone?

Why was her head hurting so bad? It felt like she was being dragged along some insanity-induced roller coaster. One minute she was standing tall and the next she was leaning against a wall trying to gasp for air that refused to enter her lungs.

By the time she stopped in front of a cold stone door, she was about to pass out, but her body continued to move. No guards, why did that seem so important? Was this door ever left unprotected? What was she doing here? Every time she tried to think things through the voice would interrupt her to repeat itself.

“Go to the room.”

Fingers wrapped around the doorknob, twisting as her mind grew thick with confusion. Unlocked. Why did that feel wrong? One foot stepped in front of the other, the door closed behind her with a click, and suddenly she was herself again.

Air slipped into her lungs too fast, causing her to fall into a coughing fit as she leaned back against the door. What was she doing? Covering her mouth she took a few moments to calm the raspy coughs before she could think straight. What the hell just happened?

She was going over files, sorting out one test result from another. She had a pen in her hand, writing? She must have fallen asleep and dreamt of...

She felt the heat of his touch, her dream lover rough with her needy body. Gods, what was she thinking? To imagine such a thing, how could she justify that?

She needed to take a breath and calm down. This was not happening. Everything was normal, fine. She was fine and this was just another weird dream.

“One…two…three…four…”

Her knees shook, sending her downward as her back slid against something cold and rough. Metal? No, Lonsdaleite. Was she...inside one of the rooms? The prison rooms? Her office was walled in by metal. This wasn’t a cool, smooth surface. This was dangerous. It wouldn’t feel this cold or hard.

“Oh god.”

Her voice trembled as she opened her eyes to meet the somber stone of a cell floor. It was smoothed out, that much was done for the creatures. It wasn't her office floor though, the texture was still too rough. Her stomach did a little flip, her head aching. She felt like she might be dreaming again as if she had never woken up.

“I'm dreaming.”

She put her palms flat on the floor, sitting on hands and knees as she took a calming breath. She was just asleep, stuck in some weird subconscious vision. She would wake up soon, lift her head, and...

As she sat back on her knees and lifted her head to look around she was met with a startling sight. Standing in the farthest corner of the room, which wasn’t far from where she sat in front of the door, was a shadowy figure. Just a dream. Just a dream?

She could remember visions in which she was trapped in the very rooms the creatures were trapped in, but those weren’t necessarily nightmares. Just a punishment of sorts, she supposed. In this space, almost claustrophobic, she began to rethink the realism of those visions. Was this a dream or reality? Death or desire?

Her eyes couldn’t leave the figure, but she could barely make out its form. Was it really this dark in the rooms at night? They had no windows, the only source of light being one lightbulb hanging loosely in the middle of the ceiling. That felt so wrong to her, but what could she do?

Her mind had cleared of most of the fog, thoughts spiraling downward as her hands felt the ground beneath her knees. The rough texture seemed to pin her down as the dark figure took a step forward. She couldn’t look away, like watching a train heading straight for you but being unable to move. Frozen.

Between her thighs was hot and wet, begging for a scene she had abruptly woken up from not minutes before. If this was another dream, did she have to feign innocence? Her body was begging for his touch, whether it was a dream or not. She must have lost her whole brain.

Before she knew it she was faced with a behemoth she thought she knew everything about. He looked so human in the dark, besides those lit-up eyes. His knees bent as he moved to kneel before her. When their gazes met she felt like all the air had left the room suddenly, his hand reaching out to her. In that moment she caught sight of something she had never seen before.

As his fingers touched her face she saw a crimson red, so bright it was practically blinding, fill his eyes to replace the yellow flames she was familiar with. This had never happened in the dreams. His rough skin touched her soft cheek like they were friends seeing each other after years of separation. Why did this feel good? Why did this feel right?

Her eyes widened as a feeling of warmth spread through her like she was on a beach vacation soaking in the sun. Her cheeks lit with a bright blush, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes blurred with tears. It felt like she was winning a competition and losing the love of her life all at once. Emotions weaved through her chest like stray bullets, some hitting home while others flew off into the distance.

“Help him.”

The voice in her head seemed to shake something loose within her, hands steady as she lifted slender fingers into the air. Matching his gesture she rested her hand against his cheek. Why did this feel so familiar?

“Help yourself.”

The words were deeper now, guttural as she lifted herself up on steady knees. Like she had done it a million times, as if she had been here before, she met his lips with a soft kiss. Her hand moved down to his shoulder, then his upper arm as she leaned into him like this was a normal interaction between a scientist and her test subject. Human and monster.

Her eyes closed and her other hand moved to rest against his bare chest. She knew he was different, his skin rough as mountain terrain. Still, she was moved by something she couldn’t explain. She didn’t know why she was there. What had happened in her office? What did the voice in her head mean?

Why did she feel compelled to kiss a beast? Why did he fill her thoughts and dreams with naughty sex that could make anyone blush? Here she was, and the gods dared not to forbid the feelings that consumed her soul. His hands moved to her shoulders, pushing her back as his eyes met hers once more. What was happening?

His silence seemed to pull free emotions she hadn’t thought she was feeling until that moment. She was fully ignorant of the change in her appearance, but he noted it. Her once icy blue eyes had slipped into a dark onyx color that stared back at him from a past life.

Unease, fear, anger, desperation. Their hearts felt it all. Before she could change her mind he grabbed her up. With a soft gasp, she was consumed by the shadows, her body turned to face the wall as he stood behind her. Everything moved so fast, and now she was here. In the arms of her beast.

His hands had changed, grown. Claw-like fingers moved to her hair, pulling her head back as he looked down into her dark eyes. She couldn’t see anything, yet felt everything. He growled, and suddenly she was seeing it all in her head. What he wanted was something dark and lustful.

Without a sound, she nodded her head, all of her own will. Why? Was this seriously something she wanted? Her life, every dream, nothing could compare. Not to this. This was what she had been begging for in the night as she imagined him taking her in every position imaginable. Within the days of frustration and her inability to ever speak with him alone, these feelings had festered. All she wanted was a moment alone with him.

He let her hair go, using those claws to lift her lacy nightgown. When her bare ass was out on display he growled something fierce. Her heart raced like she might pass out from the anticipation. When something as big as her fist pressed into her already-soaked cunt she second-guessed her decision.

When he shoved his thick cock into her pussy it was with a lot of effort and even more growling. Now, holding her up at the hips with his huge hands, he pushed deeper into her womb. Her eyes rolled back as he slammed that arm-length dick into her tight pussy over and over again.

The moans she was making echoed the sounds of a needy whore. Even as it hurt her insides, she wanted more. The pleasure from such pain was exhilarating. Soon enough her mascara was running as he fucked her senseless. Were the cameras on? Did she care?

Heavy claws dug into her flesh as he moved faster, harder. She was so wet, her pussy dripping from the orgasms he was creating. How many had she had from his thrusting? With every movement, he rubbed against her clit. Just when she thought she couldn’t do anymore he changed her mind.

He slid out of her and whipped her around suddenly. Before she knew it she was completely naked with her back against the harsh stone wall. Lifting her ass in his hands she was able to fully focus on him as he picked her up off the ground. Soft legs wrapped around a thick blue waist as he glared down at her through crimson irises. The cock she had just escaped moved into her once more. This time she held onto the rough skin of her monster.

Her head fell back as he slammed that large member into her womb, tits bouncing mercilessly with every movement. Deep in her wet folds that huge dick pushed farther, filling her entire soul with desires she never knew existed.

He growled as if to make her look at him. She listened, her eyes moving upward to his face. Within that intense stare, he pulled away from her, setting her down and stepping backward. She moved to her knees before him, his claws in her hair as she opened her mouth for him.

The burning in her belly refused to go away, even as he filled her every hole with thick cum. She was a slave to his whims, and with every moan he made she felt a sense of freedom. What would come of this? What could come from this?

Ivory was dressed once more as if it had all been a dream flashing by, her companion's eyes dark as he leaned down to kiss her. All of her felt the need to bring him closer, to consume the very air he was breathing until they became one. It was outrageous, impossible…yet she was thinking it.

“I am yours to have.”

Her voice was a thick whisper, heart racing as he ran a now normal hand over her soft hair. She was willing to give herself away but had no idea why she wanted him in such a way. Anger bubbled up within her, heartbreaking. Why did she feel so much love and hate for this creature?

She was living in a fog but knew now it had never been a dream. How many nights had she come to this room? Why? Why would she ever want something like this? He was like a drug to her body, and now she was sure she had done this before. How many times? Would she forget this time too?

Her hand shook as it moved to cup his cheek, his thick fingers warm against her upper arms as he allowed her to come close again. This time she touched his lips softly before a quiet tear slipped down her cheek. She closed her eyes, moving a breath away as she spoke. She couldn’t look at him, afraid this might be their last encounter.

“They’ll take you away from me if you don’t speak.”

Silence met her, hands slipping down her arms until she was left without his touch. She couldn’t ignore his willingness to give up, her eyes opening as her hands moved to grab his. His eyes locked onto hers in a sad embrace as she held his hands between them.

“I can’t lose you.”

Nothing. Not even a peep. She felt like she might be sick. Why didn’t he look surprised? Could he hear them talking about him outside the door? The tests proved his hearing was good, and all of his senses were heightened, but was he able to hear things outside of this room? Why wouldn’t he speak then? Surely he wanted to live. Why didn’t he care?

Her hands shook as she released his, moving to take a step back toward the door. She really wasn’t acting like herself. This man was a test subject, nothing more. Nothing more? Man?

Lust, sin, sex, desire so strong it was suffocating. He was all of it to her. For some unknown reason, he was a mark on her body and soul that refused to heal. Now all she was left with was a feeling of emptiness that had her chest hurting. She wanted to cry, to throw up, to scream at the top of her lungs. This place was truly Hell.

“Do you want them to throw you away?”

Instead of meeting her eyes, he turned his back as if to dismiss her. She felt a bubble form within her chest, growing to cause the most earth-shattering pain she had ever felt. One hand moved to cover the ache as if it were an open wound, the other reached out to rest against a wall.

“Is it so easy…”

The air escaped her lungs, ignoring the need to return as she closed her eyes as if to hide from the burning agony taking hold inside. All of her organs felt as though they were shutting down. Maybe they were. She had seen so much in the past few months that anything was possible.

The world around her began to dim, pain shooting through her head like poison needles. What was happening? Maybe she was having a heart attack, plausible but unlikely in her healthy state. She had just done a thorough physical the week before. Surely they would have caught anything worrisome then. Like a giant beast rearranging her organs?

“Save me.”

The voice shook her core as she opened her eyes to focus on the figure before her once more. Save who? Him? How?

“Speak for me...”

Her eyes opened to find him watching her, his hands almost reaching her before she focused on him. He looked so conflicted, but she had no choice. It was him or nothing.

“Dhuosnos”

He fell to his knees in front of her, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her in close. Her eyes widened in surprise, his forehead resting against her torso as the air suddenly rushed back into her lungs. She felt warm once more, her body easing out of its cold state of agony as he held her close.

“Stay with me.”