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CHAPTER 4: BLAZE
He had to see her alive with his own eyes one last time whether he lived or died because of it. The knob felt icy in his grip as he opened the door, revealing a silhouetted figure beyond. Sweat pouring from his brow, his eyes rose to meet hers in an uncertain stare.
"I've been waiting for you Brian, waiting to fulfill your fantasies. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
As she said those final words, Brian could almost feel an invisible barrier blocking the doorway. It was some sort of metaphysical last line of defense. He realized it wasn't too late to turn back, not yet. He peered into the icy blue depths of her eyes that sunk into her head like an abyss of nothingness. Could he simply turn his back on her now and walk away, back into the room? No. He had to know for sure if she was dead inside.
"What are you waiting for Brian; it's rude to keep a guest waiting." There was a sinister undertone in her voice that she'd managed to keep hidden since the first night she came back. Her arms reached out to him, for him to hold her close. His body longed to feel her soft skin and her delicate breath licking against him. He'd made his choice and there was no turning back.
"Of course my dear, come in."
She crossed the threshold, dispelling the invisible barrier between them, leaving them one on one. He could see from the dim lantern light that the week's worth of slow decay still marred her skin, but somehow it seemed to radiate with an inner glow despite the imperfections on the surface.
"I can feel your heat, Brian, and smell the sweet scent of your sex from here. All that pent up energy trapped inside your body."
She slowly advanced on Brian with far more aggression than he was expecting. Actually, he had no idea in that moment what he had been expecting. He was lost in an epic battle between his basic need for survival and his equally primal need for sex and intimacy. His cock was standing at attention, clearly indicating which side of the battle it was on.
Brian's mind was a maelstrom of indecision as he backed up further and further until he felt the softness of his bed pressing into the back of his legs. "Wh ... what's your hurry? I thought we could maybe talk a bit first," Brian stammered, trying to maintain the thin veneer of composure that he was certain was transparent.
She flashed him a sardonic smile, delighting in his discomfort. "Okay, what would you like to chat about? I know everything there is to know about our lives together. How you like to be touched, teased and all those kinky things you wanted to try but could never tell me. The little dark secrets that nobody could ever know, I know them all. Guilty pleasures you could never ask a woman to give you. I can offer you those and so much more."
The look of shock on Brian's face prodded her onward. Her hands reached out, touched his face and ran down his defined chest, tracing lines over his thin T-shirt. "My, my, you've been working out, Brian. I didn't realize how well built you are. This is going to be more fun than I imagined. Especially this," she added, reaching down to stroke his full erection through the fabric of his track pants.
Brian's mouth tried to form a response, something to get her to back off for a minute to let him regain some control. He was losing all levels of self-control. It was too much to handle after the trauma of the last week. She seemed so much like his wife and this felt too good to be true. All he could do was stifle a moan as she stroked him.
"You like that big boy. Touch me. I can feel your lust. Reach out and touch me like you want to. Don't hold back, give it to me."
Almost against his own will, Brian's hands snaked out and grabbed her medium sized breasts, tweaking the nipples through her thin shirt, that was quickly discarded. Not even the musky smell of dirt and mildew could deter his lust. Her breasts were softer than he remembered or ever imagined was possible. The skin was a silky texture with a granite-like coldness under the surface.
She urged him on, reaching under his pants and tugging on his bare cock. The heat was building up deep inside him, trying to escape. Her vice-like grip acted as a tourniquet, preventing him from erupting. His fingers tore at her skin and the harder he pulled or pinched, the more she responded to him. They became more emphatic as his control slipped through his fingers. The only thing he could think to do was to mumble, "What's your name?"
"What?"
"What's your name? I'm not used to fucking someone without knowing their name first. That's rude."
She stopped touching him for a minute and stepped back to look into his eyes with a cold stare. "Just call me Karen, it's easier that way."
"I never do things the easy way. You should know that. What's your real name?"
"I was once called Leilandra. But that was a long time ago."
"That's a beautiful name. What happened?"
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Brian looked into the dark depths of her eyes and his entire body shuddered hearing her answer because he could see it was the truth.
"Where are you from? You're clearly not human."
"None of that matters now. All that's important is releasing your inner energy. Lay down and I'll make you feel like you've never felt before."
With an urgency born from fear, lust and idle curiosity, he laid on his back in the middle of the bed with his legs spread apart and waited. She whisked his pants down over his legs and onto the floor in a fluid motion that released his cock with a hard smacking sound against his belly. Without wasting any time, her fingers danced along the base of his rigid shaft like fine tendrils.
Her other hand crept down between his legs, caressing his sac and to the sensitive area below. The softness of her hands was incredible, and Brian couldn't help but think of how soft her inner core of wetness must feel. Pleasure overwhelmed his guilt in submitting to her as he pressed back into the bed and moaned.
