The Dawn of Darkness (Part 10)

I had to convince her to come to me. She was crying, her body shaking softly as she coughed up a series of sobs. She flinched when I touched her hand, but as I began to lightly stroke her arm, she eventually gave in and leaned into me. Her sobs were muffled against my chest. They turned to whimpers then finally petered out to sniffles.

I helped her out of the hot tub and we raced down the hallway to the bathroom, trying not to drip too much water onto the carpet. She stood shivering as I started up the shower. I allowed her to step in first, pulling back the curtain like I was introducing her onto a stage. She smiled slightly at this. I soaped up her body, scrubbing longer than was necessary in certain parts. She giggled in her throat. I washed her hair, rinsed it, applied conditioner and rinsed again. The tension that was in her swirled down the drain with the suds.

Cradling her face in my hands, I kissed her mouth tenderly. I planted kiss after kiss over her face, from her mouth to her chin to her cheeks to her eyes, which had fallen closed in a trance-like state of bliss. She ran her hands up and down my chest. One of her fingernails unintentionally nicked one of my smaller scars.

A bright flash cracked through the back of my head, as if someone had whacked me with an industrial flashlight. I was scrambling, digging, trying to claw my way up. My fingers ached, the muscles in my arms were on fire. I was dizzyingly frantic. Rasping hard, trying to somehow, someway get to where the light was coming from. I could sense that I was still trapped in that dark place, that hole in the ground. Where it was, I hadn't a clue. When it happened was even less clear. But I was trapped. I was bloody. And I was losing my mind.

Lips on my nipple brought my attention back to her. She was licking and sucking around my right pec, her eyes peering up into my face as she did. "Where did you go for a second?" she asked softly. "It almost seemed like you weren't there." She had a wicked little hint of a smile. She assumed that she had been the one to put me there. In a sense, she had.

I shrugged lightly and then drew her face back up to mine. I closed my mouth over hers and we kissed under the steaming water. She didn't appear to be in the slightest bit scarred by her incident from only a short time earlier.

We exited the shower and kissed our way down the hall, back into the bedroom. I was gentle with her, subtle as an adoring lover. She was compliant, her trust in me returning, if not growing. I licked the backs of her calves, trailing up the backs of her thighs. I kissed the crescent moon curves of her ass cheeks. I rolled her over and kissed her inner thighs. She moaned softly.

Then I began to glide back up her body. Her brow knitted in confusion, but softened as I returned to kissing her, licking her belly. I stuck my face between her tits and closed them in on my face, feeling their weight. I turned my head and licked the inner sides of this sandwich. I lifted my face and began to lick, nibble, and suck on her nipples alternately. She sighed.

I kissed up to her face and began to nuzzle at her neck. She grabbed my back and gently ran her nails down to the top of my ass. She smelled sweet. I kissed down to the hump of her shoulder and then bit down hard. She moaned. She was spreading her legs underneath me, and I sank down between them. I could feel warmth emanating from her crotch, singing to me. I reached down and grabbed my cock, now fully engorged, and shoved up into her.

I slowly thrusted and she bucked her hips up against me. I fucked her smoothly, deliberately. Her mouth was open, her breath was hot in the hollow of my neck. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the rhythm. Her pussy flexed down my length. The heat of it felt like it could melt me. Our bodies rocked together, skin meeting skin with effortless skill. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She was gazing up at me in that adoring fashion. She reached a hand up to my face and ran it down my cheek. I came inside of her.

We laid quietly, our bodies pressed tightly against one another's until we'd fallen asleep.

The dream started with bright skies. I was in a park, reading a book. There were people picnicking nearby, the sounds of children's laughter tinkled in my ears. A body approached me, a male's. I knew him and he knew me. We chatted, but none of the words reached my ears. It was a casual dialogue. He put his hand on my knee and I didn't fight it off. It, in fact, made me feel comforted and secure.

The wind blew across my face, ruffled my hair. It was spring, late April or early May. How I knew this, I wasn't positive, but the timing felt right. The male next to me tentatively raised his arm and then draped it across my shoulders. I felt similarly about it there as I had about his hand on my knee. I leaned against him. I closed my book, settled it in my lap, and closed my eyes. I raised my head upward and felt the sun across my face.

The male was saying something to me again, in a soothing tone. I was nodding. We both stood up together. We walked at a laid-back pace. When we reached his car, he unlocked and opened my door for me. I got in willingly. He circled behind the car and entered on the driver's side. The engine turned over, he backed the car out, and we were driving.

The roads looked familiar. I sat with my forehead against the glass of the passenger window. The air conditioner was blowing a steady stream of cool air across my chest, mildly agitating the material of my shirt. I felt my nipples harden. I moved a hand to discretely stroke one, attempt to soften it. As I did, I felt the weight of a breast. I looked down and saw that I not only had a set of B-cups, but was also wearing a skirt that came to just above the knee. I looked over at my driver.

I saw my face look back over at me and smile.

Suddenly I was back in the bedroom with her. My eyes had snapped open, and I had shot up to a sitting position. My head was pounding. I felt a trickle of sweat run from the base of my neck down my spine. It stopped midway down my back and turned cold. I folded my left arm behind me and batted at it, trying to wipe the icy feel from my skin. My heart thudded dully in my chest.

She rolled over and glanced up and me, instantly taking stock in my expression and knowing something was wrong. "What's up? What's happening? Are you OK?" She sat up on her elbows. I could do nothing more than shake my head.

"I had a weird dream," I replied, my words feeling foreign. I looked down to check my chest. Flat. My hands went between my legs and squeezed at my limp cock. I needed to reassure myself that I still had one.

"Weird? Weird like how? Weird like funny? Strange? Scary?" She lightly rested her hand on the top of my thigh.

"Weird like I don't fucking know how to explain it! Weird like weird!" I picked up her hand and tossed it aside, then got off of the bed. "I need to take a piss." I strolled down the hallway and into the bathroom. I could hear her sigh as I did.

I rested my weight on the balls of my feet and pointed my dick down into the toilet, relishing the odd pleasure that comes from emptying your bladder. My piss escaped me in a steaming hot stream. The smell was strong and drifted up into my nostrils.

"NO! NO! NO! PLEASE!!! STOP!!!"

The screaming echoed in my ears and I fell back against the wall behind me, spraying urine wildly as I struggled to regain my footing. Someone was screaming. I finished up as quickly as possible then threw a towel on the floor to soak up where I'd wet the floor. I raced down the hallway. She was laying silently on her side, fondling her tits.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I demanded.

She sat up, somewhat embarrassed at being caught playing with herself. "What was what?" She cringed up against the headboard. Fear shined from behind her eyes.

"What the fuck were you just screaming about?"

"I wasn't screaming."

"Someone was screaming. A girl. Screaming that they wanted something to stop. Screaming like they meant it."

She shook her head. "It..." she hesitated. She could sense that something was seriously wrong. "It wasn't me." She held her palms up to me. "I swear."

I ran both of my hands over my face and back up over my head, raking through my hair. "I know I hear someone screaming. It was so loud that it could've been..." I let my voice trail off. I couldn't say it. I'd sound completely nuts.

"Could've been what?" she asked, coming off of the headboard and crawling towards the end of the bed where I was standing.

"So loud that it could've been in my head." She stopped advancing.

"So loud that it could've been ME."