"Breathe deeply," the silhouette murmured. "Each time we've gotten closer and closer." He leaned down on top of Marissa's delicate pale body, brushing her violet hair from her face with his jagged fingers. "We will soon be one..."
His words echoed inside this dark and seemingly infinite chamber. This had been the seventh night this week that the nameless creature permeated her dreams. Of course, she didn't mind; in a way she believed she subconsciously summoned him herself. She had felt so hollow lately, she just wanted to feel the touch of somebody, something, anything.
Her moans echoed into the abyss surrounding them as the silhouette pushed forward, stretching her lips around his shaft. He buried his maw into the nape of her neck as he began thrusting in and out of her inviting opening, and she wrapped her arms around him, resting her fingers on the back of his hardened scalp.
Marissa was never able to see the creature, but through feeling him with her hands and body, she knew he was inhuman. His skin was hard, almost as if armored, save for the joins of his limbs.
"Give yourself to me," he growled in a low tone next to her ear. He began to thrust faster, the sounds of her wetness echoing with each pump, "and I will give you the world."
Her moans grew louder as she arched her back and clung more tightly to the creature above her. "Y-you feel so good," she stammered. "I want to feel you forever."
