Page 14 of Terror Tuesday
And that makes me rock hard. Too delicate to touch. Too fragile to disrupt. But pure enough to anoint.
Her diary is tucked in her nightstand, and I flip to the latest page, catching up on anything I missed. Now that we’ve been officially introduced, I draw a Monarch and leave her a note.
The cocoon is safe...until it’s not. Do you think the butterfly remembers the pain?
The embalmed Giant Swallowtail wing she holds drops to the floor as she rolls onto her side, facing me. She still slumbers, not knowing I’m right beside her.
She probably thought the wing belonged to the royalty of the Lepidoptera. Over the years, watching her, I’ve learned too much about the Order. Studied it obsessively. Not because Icared about insects, but because she showed an interest. It gave me a language to speak to her, silently. Like we have a connection without ever exchanging a word.
And butterflies? They’re delicate but emerge from darkness wholly changed. Maybe I needed to believe that she could do the same.
So I waited. Found a perfect Monarch wing. Embalmed it just for her.
Patience always pays off.
I dig into my jeans pocket and produce the charm, then place it in her sweaty palm. My glove reminds me of the burdens I carry. If only I could touch her skin with my own...
But it would be too much. Not to mention, the possibility of leaving a piece of physical evidence before I’ve bought her obedience.
As carefully as I can, I brush some of the chocolate locks off her glistening forehead, then palm myself. She’s been through so much tonight—her awakening. She doesn’t realize she’s bound in a silky envelope. Now, she’ll have to struggle to break free.
But she’ll emerge stronger than before. She has to. And I can’t wait to see her metamorphosis.
I remove a glove, stuffing it into my pocket, then pull out my hot length. A tight grasp on the shaft gives me momentary relief. With a tug, I almost release a moan, but bite back the sound.
The veins twitch with urgency as I stroke myself, holding the tip close to her face. I imagine her forest-green eyes opening, the look of shock and terror they would hold as they find me here. It makes me leak from the tip.
Every breath of air she exhales sends my neck back and my hips jutting forward. Closer. So near to her warmth. Her touch…
A shift of her legs pulls the sheet down until her shoulder is exposed. Her collarbone is the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen. If my teeth could just sink into it.
In my mind, I picture a bruise there in the shape of my bite. The mark I would leave, and she’d tattoo it so it would always be with her. Never leave.
Her lips part as she exhales a withering breath. That mouth Ilongto taste with my own. For now, I press the reddened crown of my dick against them as it begs for me to release.
Our first touch.
The moment forces a stifled groan from my lungs. My jerking release baptizes her mouth, her cheek, the slope of her neck. Marking her in a way ink never could. Every pulse, every rope of cum becomes a declaration:mine, mine, mine. I watch it drip down her skin. My seed. My signature. My vow. I hurriedly draw back as reams continue to shoot from the end and let them splash on her new wing. Christening her…
MyChrysalis.
five
Something isoff.A lingering bitter scent on my pillow. Crust on my cheek. Did I…drool that much last night?
My alarm blares, and I hurry to turn it off, stretching my body. No time to rest and reflect. Bending, I snatch my butterfly wing from the floor and toss it in the nightstand drawer, but then pause. It’sdifferent. Not as smooth and appears much smaller.
Is this a new butterfly wing?
Hurriedly, I dart my eyes around my room. Nothing’s out of place, but the space feels…inhabited. Like something lingered. Instead of shutting the drawer, I sneak a peek at the contents. Perhaps my diary has moved.
With shaky fingers, I lift the cover and flip through the pages. My heart stutters when I reach the last one…
A detailed Monarch wing has been inked, along with a cryptic message.
Vanq.
Pounding on the door startles me until I jump. “Y-Yes?”
