Page 7 of Endless

I watch the rise and fall of her perfect chest. The blanket has gathered at her waist, and her shirt is plastered to her skin, revealing her hard nipples. They are aching for me toreach out and touch them. A moan leaves her lips, and I stop breathing. I'm frozen in place from the most glorious sound that I’ve ever heard. She's not having a bad dream at all.

She shifts again, and one of her legs frees itself from the blanket. Another sweet whimper falls from her. It takes everything in me to not step out of the shadowed corner and force her to make more of these sounds. I'm intoxicated by them.

Even with the pull I've felt toward her, I've always tried to give her privacy when she is in the comfort of her home. I pop in to check on her and leave. I've never heard her make these sounds before, mostly because I don't like seeing her with her boyfriend. This is the apartment they share, and he sours my mood. I wish I could end him, but that's not allowed.

I'm glad he wasn't home when I appeared here. I don't want to see him anywhere near her. I haven't seen the video, but when another whimper leaves her lips, I find myself wondering if these are the same noises she made in it.

A familiar bell rings inside my mind, indicating someone is ready for me to help them cross into my realm. I have to go, and for the first time, I consider not leaving. If I leave, I could miss the way her face scrunches up when she makes more of these whimpering noises. I wonder what she is dreaming about. Who is giving her the sweet pleasure as she rests?

Reluctantly, I vanish into the night to appear in front of the person I am here to collect. It is an older woman, and I find myself hoping this moves along swiftly so I can return to my pet. Thewrinkles along the old woman's sagging cheeks tell a story of her life, similar to the crow's feet that spread from her eyes and lines across her forehead. She looks up at me from her hospital bed with nothing but acceptance in her eyes. These ones are the easiest. The ones that seem to have lived a full life.

I step forward and reach out my hand to prompt her to take it, and she does so without a single question. I walk her hand in hand to my realm where she can fulfill her purpose. I don't know what her path will look like. It could be years full of turmoil and challenge or mere moments of joy and acceptance. The old woman looks up at me as I release her hand, giving her a silent nod. She smiles and nods back. With that, I disappear from her sight.

I feel nothing for the old woman. I feel nothing for anyone except for my raven-haired pet. I long to return to her. When I reappear in the shadowy corner of her room that I previously occupied, I am startled by the sight in front of me.

My perfect Lena is spread wide open for me to see. Her feet are planted on the bed with her legs bent at the knee as she uses her fingers to rub at her center. She arches her back off the bed and uses her free hand to grope her breast. I want to reach out and wrap my shadowy tendrils around her throat and ask what she's thinking about. What is making her so needy? Who is on her mind?

Her fingers dip inside her glistening cunt, and I know this is going to change me in the most unexpected yet glorious way. I don't know how much longer I’ll be able to continue as a neutralbystander. Am I even neutral at this point? I crave her taste on my tongue. I want to feel the way she writhes beneath me as she arches her back, begging for more, similar to what she is doing now.

I should leave to prevent this feeling from deepening, but now my breathing is heavy, and all I want is to be here with her. I reach down to grip my aching shadow cock. Slowly, I stroke myself, keeping my eyes on her the entire time. I don't want to miss a single second of this moment. It will be burned into my memories so I can play it on a loop for all of eternity.

The way the center of her brow creases as she parts her lips and lets out another moan has my breath catching. She moves her fingers faster in and out of her pussy as her other hand slides down to find her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut as if she inches closer and closer to her orgasm.

I yearn to touch her. I stroke myself faster, picturing what it would be like to sink inside her walls. Her slick pussy would stretch around me so perfectly. One of my shadowy tendrils moves from my corner of the room. It inches closer to where she is positioned on the bed, with a mind of its own at this point. I don’t have the willpower to stop it.

"Fuck," she cries out while curling her toes.

The pressure builds inside me, growing nearer and nearer to bursting at the seams. I won't crest that hill without her. The tendril slides up the side of the bed just as another moan falls from her delectable lips.

"Yes!" She screams and pushes herself to climax.

I imagine her tight pussy gripping onto my cock as she rides out her blissful high, and I find mine with her. Come shoots from the tip of my shadow cock, coating my hand just as the tendril wraps itself around one of her wrists. She is still coming down from her orgasmic bliss and doesn't notice; however, I quickly collect myself and retract it.

This was far too much of a risk. If she saw me, it could ruin everything. I try to center my thoughts, but my mind continues to race. She looks so beautiful right now. The deep pink on her cheeks accentuates her normally pale skin. She takes one more deep breath and sits up in the bed. I glance at her one last time before disappearing into the night, hoping she didn't catch sight of me. I'm getting careless, and it's a problem.

Chapter 5

Lena

Ishake my head, trying to clear the dark thoughts from my mind. There's no way what I thought I saw was real. I swear a dark shadow was in the corner of the room, watching me pleasure myself, and I’m pretty sure it touched me. I felt something cool graze my wrist, making me tumble over the edge into my orgasm.

Most people would be terrified of what I imagined, but I found myself secretly hoping it was real. I felt drawn to the shadow in a way I can't explain. These dark urges inside me are a problem. I'm not only craving death but also picturing shadows in my apartment now.

I think about how the shadowy tendrils would hold me down and use my body for its every need. Fuck, thinking about being fucked by a shadow has me growing needy and wet again. What the hell is wrong with me?

I shake my head and look back over to the now empty corner. It was all in my head. I walk toward the bathroom to clean myself up and quickly pee before going back to bed. It's nearly 2am, and Carson still isn't home. You would think that after being a giant douche, making a sex tape about us, and lettingsome random girl release it to the entire campus, he would be doing a bit more groveling.

We still haven't spoken since I left yesterday. Maybe he is upset with me for not coming home. I deserve to have my time to deal with things. If I'm not ready to talk, then I shouldn't have to.

I glance down at my wrists and trail my finger over one of the now scabbed cuts. They weren't deep—just enough for the weight to free itself from my shoulders. I glance toward the bathroom.I don't need to make it a habit again—it was just to get through the rough day.I lay back down in bed, but my thoughts are on the blades in the bathroom. I crave the relief but hold out, allowing my drowsiness to pull me under.

A loud thump from across the room startles me awake. I shoot up in the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. "Carson?"

"Fuuuck, I diiidn'tt mean to wake yoou. Sorry," he slurs.

I glance down at my phone to see that it's nearly 4am. You have got to be kidding me.

"Where have you been all night?" I cross my arms over my chest.

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