Pheromoan

Chapter 4

Once I had said yes, a malicious grin had formed on her face. Eyes brimming with lust, she ran her sharp talons over every inch of her body in an agonizingly slow show of dominance. I swallowed harshly, burning this moment into my mind. I tried to move, forgetting that I was still paralyzed from her spell. She reached her core, cloudy, lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

"Try to break through my spell like you did before. Fight for your taste, Tarot," she said.

I breathed in sharply before making my first attempt. Akila plugged two fingers into her awaiting core, throwing her head back, moaning. My muscles worked overtime, trying to reach the desk. My hand moved slightly closer, motivating me to push harder. I groaned at the pressure of her spell pushing back at me. My other hand slapped the desk, stopping Akila in her tracks. Her eyes shot open so she could stare at me as I propelled my body forward, a pop sounding through the darkness.

I breathed heavily, holding myself up using the desk.

"H-how is that even possible? I thought last time was a freak fluke. What are you?"

I caught my breath, looking up at her. Before I could ask what she meant, a loud ringing echoed throughout the dark abyss. I looked to Akila for answers, but she waved seductively at me before fading away into the darkness.

My eyes shot open, panic registering throughout my body. I looked around—I was in my room again. I sighed, rubbing sleep out of my eyes, before slamming my hand angrily onto my alarm clock. I glanced over to see "7:00 AM" displayed on the screen. I had finally gotten a full night of sleep, which brought me some peace of mind.

I ran to the shower quickly. My d**k had beaten me out of bed; I was so hard it was painful. My member pressed against my pants, creating a visible wet spot. I hadn't had a wet dream since I was like fourteen. Fragments of my dream played on repeat. I breathed in, searching for the mesmerizing smell of her.

After I showered, I went downstairs. Monica and Shadow had slept on the couch, cuddling up. I sighed, placing a kiss on each of their heads before leaving.

"What made you come back?" she asked.

I groaned, rubbing my hand over my face. "My wife told me she would divorce me if I didn't, to be honest. And my job had also put me on mental health leave."

She nodded, resting further into the couch. "Do you think you need to be here, Tarot?"

I shrugged, pushing hair from my face. "I think my life is falling apart, and I'm using thread to keep it together right now."

She hummed softly, writing in her little notebook, biting her lip as she wrote, before trapping me in her eye contact with those pink eyes of hers. I cleared my throat, sitting up slightly.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said.

She gave me a small smile before closing her notebook, giving me a small nod.

"Are those your real eyes?" I asked.

She grinned, moving closer to me so I could get a better look. "They are real. I usually wear brown contacts. It freaks people out to see things they don't normally see, especially in Cypress Hollow."

I nodded slowly, understanding. "So, have you lived here all your life?" I thought back to my earliest memories in Cypress Hollow.

"I moved here when I was three. My mom lived here for a summer with her grandparents when she got pregnant with me, in hopes of my dad coming back for us. She moved the two of us from Washington state to here after my grandmother disowned her for having a mixed child. She stayed three years, hoping my grandmother would come around, before taking the leap and going back to Cypress Hollow when I was three. It was such a culture shock for me, moving here. Everyone was so welcoming to strangers, inviting us in with open arms without a second thought. From that moment on, my love for Cypress Hollow grew. Even at three, I knew I was different from my family. Despite me being Black, they showed me at every turn that I was different and not wanted. My mom tried her best to shield me from their bigotry, then removed us from that toxic family. I'm forever grateful for her."

She smiled sadly at me, placing a soft, warm hand over mine. "Do you know if your mom ever got in contact with your father once you guys reached Cypress Hollow?"

I shrugged, pulling a pillow into my chest. "She was always so secretive about their relationship. I had asked countless times about him—his name, a picture, or something—but she never gave in when it came to that man, besides the whole 'he's a busy man and he'll come for me when it was time' thing that she always recited."

She nodded, taking her cardigan off, showing her full breasts that spilled over her snug cream shirt. It was sheer enough to see her n*****s through. I cleared my throat, looking down at the pillow I was hugging.

"Tarot, I have a 'special' gift. I only share it with certain patients. Do you mind if I share my gift with you? It helps bring memories you might have forgotten to the surface."

I looked at her, curiosity etched into my face. I nodded hesitantly. She got up slowly, removing her clothes. I sat up, stopping her.

"Wait, why are you taking off your clothes?" I asked.

She smiled coyly. "It's my gift. Now, sit back and enjoy."

She pushed me back into my seat forcefully before continuing, taking each piece of clothing off until she was completely naked. My eyes glided over every inch of her. Her body looked as if it was carved from stone. Lust clouded my judgment. She placed herself on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, giving me a whiff of her musky scent as it filled my senses. My breath faltered as I tried to stay strong, avoiding her hypnotic eye contact. She pulled my face toward her, locking me in. My resolve finally shattered.

I flipped us over, placing heated kisses on every inch of exposed skin until she whimpered and squirmed in my hold, little moans slipping from her plump lips. I yearned to feel her lips wrapped around my member. Just imagining it, I could feel my head grow slick with precum. I reached my hand down, finally touching her heated core. She gushed around my fingers, making my mind grow hazier than before. I undid my pants, letting my member spring out. We both watched, out of breath, as I rubbed my member over her entrance before breaking the barrier, pulling gasps from us both.