Page 5 of Lost in the Dark

In a blink, he frees himself from the last bit of covering he has, revealing the most impressive part of himself. Two cocks emerge from a discreet pocket of flesh. The bottom one is long, thick, and curved, while the one on top is slimmer. Silvery pre-cum leaks from both tips. He pumps his hand along his bigger cock until it gleams in the light.

He drags the tip of his length along her folds. Instead of fearing its impossible size, she’s eager for him. She bites her lower lip in anticipation, spreading her legs ever wider, eager for more of him.

I don’t hear the words he murmurs, but his tone is one of praise. Worship even. She is his goddess, and he is her supplicant as he lines up his length to her opening.

He wraps his fingers around her delicate neck as he presses himself inside her, working in little thrusts. His second cock skims along her seam, teasing against her clit. He drags himself slowly in and out of her, making her beg for every inch, until finally, with a snap of his hips, he is fully lodged.

Heat pulses from low on my belly and travels down to flood my thighs. I clench my hands into fists, though all I want is to relieve the ache that pulses in my core. I close my eyes, but the vision of them together, of him rutting inside of her, scorches my mind’s eye.

This scene will stay within my memory banks for as long as I live. Though I don’t see them, their grunts and primal sounds echo around me. I press my palms against my ears to get the noises out of my mind.

And just as suddenly, the noises stop.

Did I lose my hearing?

I open my eyes to see that the couple is still there, the horned beast driving his body into the woman. One large hand cradles her head while his second set of hands grips her hip. He shows no signs of stopping, gaze focused intently on the woman who seems to be the center of his world.

A soft sound at the door startles me. Though I see nothing, I feel a presence. It doesn’t have the same predatory vibes as before; whatever has just arrived watches me. I can feel his gaze like a touch.

“Who’s there?” I ask, clutching my blanket around me. “Show yourself. Please.” I hate the quaver in my voice, but at least I stand my ground.

Shadows gather in the air, gaining weight and substance in the room's corner. Amid curling bits of black smoke and mist, a figure steps into the room. Golden light clings to him, and white, downy wings stretch forth behind him. His face is the epitome of classical beauty, as if hewn from marble by Renaissance masters and brought to life.

I don’t trust it. Whatever I see in front of me feels alien. Wrong. I take a step away from him.

“It is so good to see you, Mahal.” His voice is deep and velvety, like the smoothest chocolate. I trust it like a lullaby I’ve heard before. But it’s at odds with the figure I see.

I melt away from him, using the bed as a barrier, even though I know he can easily swipe it aside. “Stay back.” My voice is barely a whisper, but I still stand my ground.

Whoever this being of light is, I want it to stay far away from me.

He cocks his head to the side, confusion creasing his brow. “Mahal, please. You called for me.”

“I think you’re mistaken, sir. I did no such thing.” Though my mind is telling me I’ve never seen him before, my body comes alive. For some strange reason, he feels familiar to me, and all I want to do is touch him. I cross my arms to keep myself from reaching for him.

He sees my inner struggle and reaches a hand out to me. “Please, you know me.” His voice is a soothing balm.

I shake my head as if I can dislodge the hold his presence has on my better judgment. “I know many people. Nearly all of them I prefer to keep away from me.” I look past him to the door that is still closed. I yell for Artemisia. When I get no answer, I glare at him. “What did you do to the people out there? The admin staff?”

“You don’t need to worry about them. They are fine.” He attempts to come closer. For every step he takes forward, I take a step back.

“That sounds like something a serial killer would say,” I mutter under my breath, looking around for something to protect myself from. I’m taller than the average female and have taken self-defense classes. Unfortunately, none of that helps against some ridiculously big dude with freaking angel wings while I wear a barely there cotton night gown.

“Is it the wings? I thought making them soft-looking would be more appealing. It seems I should have hidden them altogether.”

Before I can respond, another flash of light bursts behind him, and his wings disappear.

“There. That should be better.” His self-satisfied smile falters upon seeing my expression. “Or maybe not? Look, I’m messing things up. Based on previous encounters with other humans, this form seemed like it would be more pleasing to you.”

I merely blink. There is too much information being presented all at once, and my poor, sleep-deprived, neurodivergent brain can only take so many new things in stride.

“Look, whatever or whoever you are—”

“You may call me Vox,” he says.

Vox. Well-named since his voice is sinfully entrancing. “Great. Well, now that we know each other, can you please just get Artemisia, or some other Somni employee, and get me out of here?”

Vox’s perfect forehead creases, and I stupidly want to reach out and smooth it away. “I’m sorry. I wish I can, but as you’re already plugged into the Somni pod, there’s nothing I can do until your program is complete.”

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