Worlds Apart

“Who do you belong to Deirdre?” The sultry baritone of the man on top of her asked. His voice. Deirdre couldn’t see his face, but his presence screamed familiarity. He had her pinned to the bed, lying flat on her stomach and fistful of her hair, tugging on it to rear her head back, teasing her neck with light kisses and traces of his tongue across her skin. He knew that to be one of the many places on her body that could bring her to her knees if she weren’t already lying down. And she knew that he knew it, and he knew that she knew that as well. Deirdre had been putting up a fight to resist this man at all costs. For months. If only she could remember what it was exactly she was fighting off in the first place. She had craved him for what felt like a very long time and yet had momentarily forgotten the reasons for her reserve. “You.” Barely above a whisper, she managed to respond under all of his teasing. She was then met with a warm, broad, muscular chest pressed to her back. A d**k slid between the cheeks of the lower parts of her ass, stopping just before the folds of her p***y. He could feel her trembling under his weight, as well as the rise and fall of her torso as she took shallow breaths from his domineering aura. “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your submission.” Deirdre whimpered through shaky breaths and gritted teeth. She couldn’t hold back any longer. “I belong… to you.” She responded, swallowing her pride literally from the sound of a gulp. A wry smile appeared on his face as he released her hair to wrap his hand around her throat. “Good girl.” He palmed her jaw between his fingers to pull her face towards his, followed by a forceful kiss led by his tongue. Deirdre did not resist. She gave in to him, and just as soon as she allowed herself to be subdued, he rammed his d**k into her- Deirdre jolted out of her sleep in a cold sweat. Her slumber interrupted due to the storm raging outside. The loud bang of thunder rattling her bedroom window amidst the constant, heavy rain drops falling onto her house and window as well. Now sitting in a daze in an upright position on the edge of her bed, she could feel the palpitations of her heart as she touched her face to wipe off the layer of sweat that had accumulated not only on her face, but her whole body. This being the third night in a row now. Not to mention this also being the third night of this storm. It’s been the same pattern for the past three days. Sunny and clear all day, but rainy thunderstorms during the night. Deirdre loves thunderstorms, but at this point it’s become an accomplice to her lack of sleep. It was only a few moments that went by before her thoughts wandered to the man that has been taunting her dreams at night. She could still feel his hand in her hair and around her throat as she traced her fingers along her neck and then briefly tracing her lips, she could still feel him there too. ‘Why does he keep showing up?’ She questioned aloud to no one but herself. She lived alone. Sort of. Deirdre was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a soft chirp. She turned to see her cat stretching out of his own slumber with a mighty yawn, sprawled limbs dangling about on the pillow placed on the other side of her bed. She instinctively reached out to caress his small face, “Got any dreams keepin’ you up at night, Zu?” His only response was a soft purr to her touch. After doing a few breath exercises, deep inhale, slow exhale, she was able to calm her heart down to a regular beating tempo. She looked down at the spot on her bed that she had been laying, letting out an exasperated sigh, because she knew she’d have to wash and change her bedding… again. Along with the tiring wait of letting her mattress dry. The first night of the recurring dream didn’t bring about as much perspiration, but the second night, her sweating had spread, and now here she sat, the third night, not even wanting to see the damage. At this point she feels she may have to invest in a new mattress and this time, a plastic mattress cover. Not tonight though. Deirdre picked up her phone on the bedside table and looked at the time. ‘2:57 a.m.’ like clockwork. Having to be at work at six in the morning, she knew better than to think she could lay back down to catch the rest of her sleep. There was also the sexless puddle of sweat soaking her side of the bed. Deirdre made her way to the bathroom to shower and freshen up for what seems to be the start of her day now. She opted for a cold one, she was still burning up from the encounter of her… dream? Nightmare? Dream stalker? Who the hell knows? She’d meditated, journaled, and to the best of her ability self interpreted this dream. Yet, he still visited her. She knew who he was, but she didn’t know who he was. Deirdre finished washing up. Feeling a lot better than she previously had with the help of the cold water soothing this sleep fever. She climbed out of the shower. wrapping a towel around her she made her way to the sink to begin brushing her teeth, but something was off. As soon as the sensation hit her, her ears began to ring. That of course, being familiar to her since she started practicing her witch craft that allowed her to tap in to her intuitions. This ringing, however, felt alarming. She then heard Zuki on the other side of the door, but he wasn’t in the room. She had heard his vicious yowl in another part of the house. Deirdre’s stomach dropped when she heard clattering noises and his claws digging into the carpet as he ran back into her room. A brief sigh of relief knowing and assuming that at least, he might be okay. Okay, but scared. She stood in the bathroom, staring at the door and waited. Silence. All except for the racing she felt in her chest. The ringing in her ears now replaced with the racing of her heart. Still… silence. She knew she couldn’t stay in there forever. Eventually she would have to come out. She thought about her phone on her bedside table. ‘f**k!’ Normally, she’d bring her phone in the bathroom and use it to play her music while she showered. But these sleepless nights had taken its toll. Deirdre eyed the doorknob. She clenched her jaw and took a deep silent breath, steeling herself mentally for whatever or whoever waited on the other side of this door. She preferred the former. At least, if whatever it was, was a snake, or some other common critter she would have a fighting chance. She put her hand on the knob. ‘If it’s a person.’ She was more than just vulnerable. She was naked. Deirdre frantically, but silently looked around the bathroom. She spotted the small pair of hair scissors in a cup on the counter. She quickly grabbed them. They weren’t as big as she needed the scissors to be, but for now it should do. It has to. Taking another breath. ‘f**k it.’ She thought. ‘I ain’t goin down without a fight.’ She carefully opened the door, still standing in the bathroom, she looked around her room. The way she had it set up gave her a pretty clear view of the majority of the space. Zuki was sat on her bed, staring at her with dilated pupils and a puffy tail that is usually smoothed down, the fur on his back slightly raised. “f**k!!” She silently mouthed to herself. Deirdre knew. She didn’t know what but she knew. Potential danger waited outside this small space and she was alone. Deirdre came darting out of the bathroom and looked out in to the hallway leading out of her bedroom. Her blood ran cold. The night lights she had plugged in to the sockets of the hall way were out. She could see the one closest to her door was still plugged in, but out. She looked further down the hallway and couldn’t see the second plug-in. But, what she did see halted her breathing altogether. At the end of the hall, was a pair of glowing eyes amongst a shadowy figure. She was stuck to where she stood, staring at the entity that was staring back at her. It slowly crept towards her, gliding down the hall the way smoke creeps along a space. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. The eyes blinked at her and so she blinked. And once the realization set in that she was aware of this entity. It darted towards her in a flash, swallowing her in to its darkness. *Kylo had been in a s*x frenzy for about a month now. He didn’t understand it and neither did Syera, his queen. But she had no complaints. Just about every night he made way to reclaim her body over and over. And she loved it. Her echoes of passionate moans could be heard by anybody in the corridors that led to their chamber, as he vigorously rammed himself in and out of her. Kylo let out a primal groan the more wet Syera became from his rough thrusting. She grabbed Kylo’s neck as he worked his d**k in and out of the tight, moist hole between her thighs. Pulling him down to her she met his lips with hers, entangling them in a passionate, hungry kiss that matched the dance of their f*****g. Tonight was different though. Kylo too had been having dreams. Of a woman he didn’t know, but in the dream he was all too familiar with her. He couldn’t remember her name even though he’s said on multiple occasions. But when he wakes up, all he is left with is the idea and memory of having her in his bed. A beautiful woman assuming by how real her soft brown skin felt against his. Assuming by how her long locs cascaded down her back when she had arched for him in a previous dream. “f**k! Kylo I’m gonna c*m!” Syera moaned loudly, bringing Kylo out of his thoughts of this other woman whom he has never met. He turns his focus to the task at hand. Keeping his eyes closed and doing everything in his willful power to push thoughts of her out of his mind, but to no avail. Kylo leans down to take one of Syera’s supple breasts in to his mouth. Sucking on it hungrily as she arches her back, pushing her body against his. Wanting more. Kylo could feel her walls clenching and unclenching around him. His strokes getting longer and deeper as he feels his own climax building. And on the last thrust he and Syera came together. Kylo collapsed on top of his queen. Both of them drenched in sweat. Breathing as if they had run a marathon. Kylo was exhausted. Mentally exhausted. Syera none the wiser to the chaos in his mind, and equally exhausted. Physically. The last thing Kylo thought before drifting off to sleep with his queen. Was a faceless woman he never met. And soon will.*