Author's Note & Disclaimer: This is the second chapter in my 4-part story Awakening. For full context, be sure to check out Chapter 1 before reading this one. This story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex and mind control and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted are over 18, and all events and people described are entirely fictional. Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.
Awakening
by Quiver
Chapter 2: Reckoning
Rebecca woke up the next morning feeling strangely confident. Ordinarily, she would never sleep in the nude, but last night she had gone to bed naked without a second thought. And those dreams. Holy shit, that had been so vivid. Steven would never show such passion in real life. It must have been that weird summoning spell she had tried out. It had put some really intense images in her mind.
Rebecca opened her eyes to see Steven passed out with one arm splayed across her chest, his bare ass peeking out from beneath the tangled sheets. Odd. Just like Rebecca, Steven was a fairly conservative sleeper, and would never choose to sleep without his usual undershirt and boxers. Looking down at his forearm, she felt a heat starting to rise inside her. Her breath quickened and she suddenly
needed
those strong arms around her.
She started to squirm in her discomfort, moving beneath Steven's outstretched arm in an effort to stimulate her aching nipples. As she moved, Rebecca thought she heard the distant sound of laughter tugging at the back of her mind. Confused and increasingly frustrated, Rebecca moved again beneath her husband's arm, trying in vain to wake him up.
The laughter intensified at Rebecca's efforts. What on earth, she thought to herself. In answer, an inhuman voice flooded through Rebecca's mind.
HE WILL NOT WAKE TODAY
, the voice said.
Rebecca recognized the voice as Marin, the succubus demon thing she had dreamed about last night. No, that part wasn't a dream. Was it? Not quite able to carry on a conversation solely in her mind, Rebecca said out loud, "Is he okay? What happened?"
HE HAS BEEN DRAINED
, the voice responded.
HE WILL REVIVE IN TIME
.
Rebecca was getting increasingly more agitated about the entire situation. What had actually happened? Was it all real? Who was this Marin creature, and how long would she be living inside her head? What did it want? Was she safe? Was Steven?
Rebecca shook Steven more vigorously, getting very concerned about his safety. He grunted vaguely, but did not wake. The laughter in the back of her mind continued, drifting off into the depths of her consciousness.
Rebecca finally realized it was no use trying to wake Steven up. But he was breathing. He would be okay. Yeah, he'll be okay.
Rebecca, on the other hand, was more than okay. She felt
alive
in a way she had never really experienced before. Her skin felt like it was crackling with energy, and she wanted nothing more than to be touched by someone. God, how she wished Steven would wake up.
Not that he was likely to be able to help, even if he hadn't just been "drained" by this mysterious creature living inside Rebecca's body. He was adequate in bed, but his libido and enthusiasm had never been particularly high. Except for last night, she thought. Last night. She was starting to realize that the images of skin and sweat and heat that flooded through her mind were not dreams, but genuine memories of her escapades with her own husband the previous night. Now
that
was an intense love-making session. If only it could always be like that. If only it felt like more than a fleeting dream.
Rebecca wrapped herself in a silk robe and went downstairs to make some coffee and clear her head a bit. As she sat down in the living room with her coffee, she started to feel slightly off. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but she felt like there was some deep itch beneath her skin. She noticed her breathing getting shallower, and she could barely stand the feeling of silk on her skin. She let the robe slide off of her right side, and she began to absently nuzzle her cheek across her shoulder, relishing the softness of her own skin.
Without thinking, she started to run her fingers lightly across her chest, down to her nipples. She let her fingers dance over her skin, barely touching. The sensation sent electric shivers all through her, and she felt a deep hunger grip a hold of her insides. She
needed
.
She couldn't quite place this feeling. This need. She had felt agitated before, uncomfortable, restless, aroused, but none of those were quite right. Or maybe they all were.
Rebecca walked over to the living room window, the beautiful view of her their backyard stretched out in front of her. The sight usually calmed her, but she was only growing more agitated. As she gazed out, she caught a glimpse of her next door neighbor, Robert, through his kitchen window. He and his wife Lindsay had moved in about a year ago with their two children. A nice couple, though Rebecca and Steven hadn't had the time or energy to really get to know them yet.
Robert appeared to be making breakfast for his family. How nice, Rebecca thought. She watched him for a few minutes, her eyes drawn to the muscles on his arms as he reached for a plate. The veins pulsing along the length of his hand as he cracked an egg. The tendon twitching in his neck. She was transfixed. She needed him. She needed him inside her. Right now.
It took every ounce of willpower not to march across the lawn and fuck that man right on his kitchen floor. But Rebecca remembered her sleeping husband upstairs. Robert's wife and two children waiting for their breakfast. She wasn't a cheater. She wasn't a homewrecker. That's not me, she thought.
I just need to work off some of this pent up energy, Rebecca thought to herself. She considered going for a jog, but felt like it would be too tempting to knock on Robert's door and jump his bones. For some reason, after that thought had entered her mind, she simply couldn't let it go. The gym. She should go to the gym. The gym was nice and public. And plenty of activities available to keep her mind occupied until this strange fixation wore off.
Rebecca pulled up to the gym parking lot feeling increasingly uncomfortable in her own skin. She had changed into her usual workout outfit of a padded sports bra and capri-length leggings. But the seam of the leggings felt more abrasive than usual. She could feel every inch of stitching as it protruded against her, the friction adding heat right at that sensitive spot where her legs met. She felt an overwhelming urgency to scratch at that deep itch between her legs again. She needed to ride, to rub, to be filled.
She shook her head again. She just needed to get her heart rate up. Treadmill. Rowing machine. Something. Anything. Now.
Rebecca hurried inside the gym, flashing her ID as quickly as she could, trying not to focus on anything but her impending workout as she made her way to the nearest empty treadmill. Keeping her eyes firmly on the machine, she ramped it up to an 8. She needed to
run
. Rebecca was ordinarily more of an endurance athlete, keeping her treadmill setting around a 4, occasionally pushing it up through 5 or 6, but keeping a steady pace for a decent amount of time. Not today. Today she needed speed. She needed to be pushed. She needed to have her mind obliterated and her muscles torn to pieces.