Hi everyone,
To all those lovely people who read my first attempt I just want to say a huge Thank you!!! I finally found an editor and he corrected all the mistakes in the previous submission and fleshed out the story a bit. I am resubmitting a revised version of my first attempt. PLEASE, feel free to comment or give ideas where you would like to see the story go.
And finally, I hope you like the fixed up version.
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02:36 am. I have been waking up at around this time for the past three days. Ordinarily I am out of bed an hour before sunrise, having my first of many cups of coffee and just scrolling through news headlines. But being awake at this ungodly hour for the past few days is starting to take a toll on me, even with my early bird habit. I need to somehow reset my inner clock to allow me atleast another two hours worth of sleep. I will be needing those few hours of extra sleep later in the morning, as I have a meeting scheduled with a company I have been trying to put on my list of clients for the past three years. Getting them onboard would be a major scoop for my small media marketing company. Fortunately, my portfolio of work I have done in the past for my other clients have piqued their interest, and they have, surprisingly, acceded to my first request for a meeting. So, I need to get some more sleep if I am going to function at full throttle.
Turning onto my side and hearing the bed creak under my 6 ft 2" body in the process, I close my eyes.
"This bed will keep the neighbors awake if ever I get laid again" goes through my mind. "Might have to start shopping for a new one soon" the stubborn thought continues.
Sighing in frustration, I try to steer my mind away from any thoughts of sex. I have been pushing myself hard for the past few months, ever since my break up with Yvonne. Even my gym routine, to which I stuck almost religiously for the past seven years, died a quick, painless death while being smothered under the unbearable pain of loss and betrayal.
Faint traffic sounds can be heard coming from the street fifteen stories below my bed. I shift again and slip my arm under the pillow, trying to focus my mind on blanking out the sounds and any thoughts flitting through it.
"I have to go through the presentation again before showering" floats through my mind while I finally fall asleep.
I was jolted awake instantly by a heavy, musky scent that permeated the air. My nostrils flared, trying to fill my lungs with the totally captivating scent. It was the primeval scent of raw, sweaty and carnal desire, something not diluted by artificial fragrances created by man to hide it. It was the smell of sex in all its glory. Taking another deep breath, I realize the scent is becoming even stronger, headier. I can taste it in my mouth, almost as if it is manifesting itself into a living being and is slowly entering my mouth.
Inhaling deeply again, the scent courses through my body and electrifies every nerve before finally exploding in my crotch. Instantaneously my cock swells to a full erection. The fabric of my sleeping shorts strain to contain my swollen shaft and starts to stain with precum. My erratic breathing sounds loud in my ears, penetrating the carnal fog which is starting to cloud my mind. Sweat covers my body, as if I have just completed a marathon in record time.
"Touch your fucking cock!" my mind screams at my hands. But they stay as they are, unable to obey. Nothing. I am totally catatonic. I cannot even turn my head down to see what the fuck is going on. Is there a terrorist attack with nerve gas taking place...?
"Look at me Chris" a sultry voice echoes inside my head.
Out of their own volition, without me telling them to, my eyes turn to look across the room to the furthest corner. I keep a small desk and chair for my laptop in that corner for when I bring work home. My eyes strain to discern anything in the dark, but then they notice a patch which seems to be darker than the surrounding, seeming to float in the air. Then suddenly, as if a hidden choreographer timed it perfectly, the lamp on my desk switches on. But my mind, which floats between coherent thought and a trance like state, noticed that there is something wrong with the light. The glow from the lamp seems unnatural and eerie, almost as if someone tried to shine a flashlight through their hand.
"Ethereal would be a good description" my mind pipes to itself. My eyes catch a flicker of movement and breaks the irrelevant train of thought before they settle on the figure perched, birdlike, on the back of the chair.
"How the hell is it doing that?" goes through my head, for I can't see any wing balancing it. Gravity dictates that the way the figure is perched on the back of the chair isn't possible without the chair capsizing over. While trying to comprehend what I am seeing, movement catches my eye again. It was caused by a long black patterned red tail hanging down the back of the chair and curling in upon itself on the floor. The hairless tail was easily more than five foot in length, and it tapered down to a blunt point which flicked every few seconds or so. Looking up from its tail, I notice the smooth, finely muscled legs which looked human except for the skin color. But instead of feet, the legs ended in a kind of animal hoof. Before my eyes could register more of the creature, it blurred. That is the only way to describe what happened. Because, it moved at such a speed across the room from where it was perched on the back of the chair that my eyes and brain only registered it as a blur. A cold sensation enveloped my chest, but I am unable to turn my head and look up.
"Look at me Chris" the sultry voice echoes in my head again.
"How the hell does it know my name" I start to think before my head slowly turns without being told to by my brain.
My eyes focus on the creature now squatting on my chest. The musky scent is almost overpowering in its rankness now and I realize that it must be coming from the creature. My lungs fill with the scent every time I take a breath. And each time I do, my mind becomes just more detached and scrambled. Once more I become aware of my erection. My cock was in need of attention so badly. And the urge to have someone, anyone, just touch my cock was so powerful that I felt like crying.
Looking up through blurry, tear filled eyes I notice the creature's eyes. It was like looking at dark clouds being blown past a full moon. Obsidian black changed form on the white of the eyes as if someone was trying to balance black mercury on a sheet of paper. It was the most captivating eyes I have ever seen. Still lost in those shape changing eyes, my mind suddenly struggles to comprehend the change when the eyes coalesce into solid black orbs. They had the same dead look that a shark's eyes have.
The creatures tail comes into my view and proceeds to stroke my cheek. Leaning forward slightly, an extremely firm breast fills my vision. I doubt Da Vinci in the prime of his career could have improved on the shape of the breast. It seemed weighty, but firm at the same time and I somehow managed to guess that it would fill a C cup bra very nicely. Topping this magnificent red breast with black patterns running down the side was an erect nipple almost black in color. It wasn't overly large, most probably because it looked to be painfully erect, almost as if the creature was out in freezing weather. This hard nipple proceeded to come slowly closer to my face until finally it was almost touching it. Trying to regain control of my movements again, I succeeded in opening my mouth, desperate to run my tongue over that dark nipple. The breast filling my vision slowly moves back out of reach again and an animalistic groan escapes my lips. I need release. I want to fuck. Anymore of this agony and I fear I might end up having a seizure or that my heart might just cease to beat.
"It seems that you are almost ready" the sultry voice inside my head murmurs
"You have no fucking idea! I can't take this anymore! What is fucking happening to me? Who, or what the fuck are you?" I shout at the voice in my head.
