Home was a dorm for now. Finding an apartment in Arkham at the beginning of the school year was challenging and Miskatonic University understood this. So they provided me with a place to stay for three months. I did get some odd looks from the students when I moved in and I couldn't blame them. A fifty something year old man living in student housing wasn't normal. I didn't mind though, I wasn't planning on staying long, just long enough to find another place.
My dorm was a single bedroom in one of the older buildings. It was sandwiched between two other empty dorms. I didn't think too much about why they were empty. I enjoyed not having noisy neighbors. I'd read about some of the building's history before moving in. Originally it had been a girls only dorm before turning coed about twenty years ago. The room was decent and spacious enough for an old bachelor, if a bit dated. Dark hardwood floors with equally dark runner boards along white washed walls made the place dreary. Arkham was in New England so dreary did come with the territory.
I moved in a couple of days ago and while the majority of my stuff was in boxes the TV was set up and the bed was made. I didn't spend much time there though, I used it mostly for eating and sleeping. Work kept me busy most of the day. I was hired by the university to reorganize their rare documents room. Not the rare book room, that was managed by specialized archivists and librarians. I had heard stories about that place and the books they kept there. Books like the Necromomicon or Cultes des Goules, I knew that some people would kill to get at those titles and I wanted nothing to do with them. My responsibilities were rare documents, maps, loose sheets of paper, music scores etc. It had been neglected for twenty odd years and I had been hired to fix that. The task had seemed pretty straight forward but the other staff... They made the work some level of hell. Especially a certain librarian, she was half my age and twice my ego. I couldn't start a task without her questioning my every decision.
The night things took a turn for the strange, I'd just come in from a full day's work and a night of unsuccessful apartment hunting. It was easy to say my frustration level was high. The librarian, I refuse to use her name, had been hassling me all day about proper document handling. I'd told her I followed standard practices and even showed her my work flow but she still nitpicked the details. Even as I made a quick dinner of ramen and turned on Netflix, she lived in my head rent free. I was so stuck on thinking about work I didn't remember what type of ramen I had or what the movie was about. The only thing I had to show for my night was an empty bowl and the movie credits.
With dinner done and a bad movie over. All I could hope for was a better tomorrow so I headed to the bedroom to call it a night. A box of clothes and bed took up most of the space. The bed wasn't much, a mattress and boxspring with no frame. Empty, it looked lonely. I'd been married for about thirty years until a year ago. My wife, now ex-wife, had declared she wanted to find herself. I got the picture, she didn't want me included in her self-discovery and I was right. Divorce papers shortly followed. I didn't have the heart to disagree. I loved her and wanted what was best for her. We didn't have any kids so the split was easy and we went our separate ways. Her to Oregon and me to Massachusetts.
The past was the past I told myself and took off my clothes, folded them, and set them on the box. The dresser I owned was still in storage and I didn't want to move it here then to another place when I found my apartment. So I lived out of boxes. I put on my PJ bottoms, flipped off the lights and climbed into bed. Thankfully I fell asleep quickly.
Pressure on my hips woke me. I blinked sleep away but it was dark and I was a bit confused. I didn't think the person straddling me was real at first. Robes, with a hood that hid their face. I couldn't tell who they were but they were murmuring something while sitting atop me. I saw the dagger as they raised it and got my arm up in time to block them from driving it into my chest. We struggled with the blade. Them pushing down with their body weight, me locking my arms keeping the point of the dagger inches away. Whoever they were, they weren't very big or strong. I was able to hold them off but I knew I couldn't do it forever. I grabbed the naked blade with my right hand. The dagger was sharp and cut me in several places as I twisted it out of their grip and flung it across the room. They tried to dive but I grabbed their robe and slammed back down on the bed. We wrestled but it wasn't even close, I was able to pin them underneath me with their hands above their head.
"Stop, you're hurting me." they said. It was a girl's voice, probably an undergraduate. It explained why I was able to pin her beneath me. Miskatonic wasn't known for its girls athletic departments or boys athletics either. Most students were history, mathematics, archaeology or some other sciences or arts. Athleticism wasn't a prerequisite for any of those classes.
"I don't care, you just tried to kill me."
"No!" She tried to struggle free by kicking at me but only managed to hike the robe up, exposing pale white legs. I tried not to stare but the whiteness of her skin practically glowed against the dark sheets of my bed. Her continued wriggling hiked the robe up even higher exposing her upper thighs and rim of her panties. I noted that they were white with little frills on the edges. I guess I couldn't help being a guy, even when I'm fighting for my life. I had to shake myself to refocus on what she was saying.
"-stand, I need your seet, Micha Nektana requires it. I'm failing my classes and without her boon I will have to drop out. I cannot go back home!"
She struggled more but I had her pinned and she wasn't going anywhere. The robe hid most of her but from our wrestling I figured she couldn't weigh more than 110 lbs soaking wet. Her arms, where they poked out of the robe, were thin, not quite gaunt but getting there. Her legs were also slender, with little muscle on them except where they thickened into her thighs. I don't remember brushing up against any breast while we grappled but they might have been there. I felt a bit guilty thinking about that so I decided to help her keep some modesty. I transferred her hands into my left hand and made to pull down the robe. With all her continued thrashing, it had slipped further up. Exposing more of her panites and waist. She tried to struggle as I reached for the hem of the robe and nearly lost my balance. I steadied myself on her thigh. Where I touched her, the skin was warm, almost feverish. It wasn't unpleasant and I kept my hand there for balance. I tried to get a look at her face but she kept moving her head, shifting the hood back and forth.
When she finally stopped the hood was skewed but still covered most of her face. All I could see was a prominent nose and one large eye. How she kept the cowl from slipping off while we wrestled I had no idea.
"Seet? What the hell is seet? And who the hell is Micha Nektana?" I asked.
"Seet is the spark of life, only men have it. Women are the cup that captures it. We offer it to Micha Nektana for her blessing, she is a goddess of fertility. Prehistoric, only my sisters and the high priestess know of her.
"Are you sure it's not seed? Men are the only ones who have seed." I said
The hood nodded, "Yes, our high priestess told us. She translated the scroll and performed this ritual before. Her mark to Micha Nektana glows, It's... It's beautiful and I need it. It makes her special, it makes her successful and I need that."
I tried to process what she said, this high priestess had already killed someone? To get this "seet" and the blessing of an ancient goddess? It was insane but there were odd stories about Arkham. A few of them mentioned cults, one involved a goddess called The Black Goat of something. Micha Nektana and the Black Goat could be the same deity for all I know. What I did know was that local cults were the main reason the rare book room was locked and guarded. Which meant these groups could be, no, were dangerous. Her words interrupted my thoughts.
"Stop touching me there. It's making me crazy." she said.
At first I didn't understand. Then I realized my hand had moved up into the robe. It rested on her hip, fingers gripping her ass while my thumb tracing the hem of her panties. It hit me then, I felt both dizzy and alive at the same time, a lot like being drunk. I hadn't touched alcohol tonight and it would have been really hard to drug a package of ramen. It had to be her, I think the heat from her was affecting me somehow. My hands don't usually wander but as I thought about it, touching her felt good. I had to force myself to let go. Breaking contact with her cleared my head a bit and I realized I had boner so hard it hurt. What the hell is going on?
"Why are you so hot? What are you doing to me?"
"It's the mark, I have one and it turns men on. Just-by-touching-me." she said.
The smugness in her voice set me off. "Then why do I turn you on when I touch you?" I asked. I didn't let her reply but slipped my hand under the robe. When I came into contact with her stomach, it wasn't just warmth this time. It was more like a physical shock. She hissed at my touch and I felt my boner nearly tear free from my PJs. My hard-on would have to wait, she needed a little humbling first. I slid my hand into her panties, she got off a "No!" before I felt the fuzz of her bush. It was wet, not with sweat though, no, this was more viscous but very familiar. I reached lower and felt the lips of her pussy. The soft folds of skin were soaked in her juices. I rubbed her, letting her wetness cover my hands. The cuts on my fingers stung a bit as I played with her but the pain was worth it. She squirmed at the attention.
I wanted to feel more of her so I spread her lips with my pointer and ring finger. Then rubbed at her opening with my middle finger. The little ridges of flesh responded, opening and closing invitingly. Almost daring me to penetrate her. It was in the cards but not yet. I closed her and continued rubbing, paying special attention to her clit. Soft moans came from the hood, I was right about all this. My touch started her engine too. I was also sure she didn't need to kill anyone to get what she needed. She just needed a good fucking.
"Let me guess, you need the seet, inside you to get the boon. Right?" I asked.
