id: 426 name: My Darkness author: JustAnotherWriteFag date: 28th June 2021 text len: 12929 views: 208 The door slammed shut with a vengeance and even the dim sunlight through the blinds was too bright. The soft orange glow through the apartment was a nice touch though. Might need to grab some LED to string up around around the room, hide it behind objects so it appears softer, realistic, yeah thats it. Even the walk to the fridge was rough, but the air inside was nice against the skin. You grabbed a beer and hung out in the kitchen for a little bit. Leaning against the kitchen cupboards and enjoying the meager taste with nothing but the sound of static on the brain. Just a blankless stare into the living room. You wrangled your consciousness back after a minute or two. Blinking thoroughly and wiping the sleep out of your eyes. The stomach grumbled, but the couch was the more appealing option. Not like sandwich meat was going to go bad in an hour anyway. You set the beer down on the coffee table. Stretching out over the couch with a comforting grunt. Fuck, still wearing. The throbbing in your feet means its healing. Why was the pain of the throbbing sooooooo gooood? The only thing you could do was stare at the ceiling with half glazed eyes, following the slow spin of the fan. It wasn’t enough to chill the slight warmth you had, but fuck it, that seemed too much work to stand up and pull the chord. You let out a single exhale, “My Darkness… take me now.” With that you could feel your lids growing too heavy to keep up and right before the sleep set in, you could make out raising black tendrils in the corner of your vision. That brought a smile to the edge of your lips. Your eyes open the sight of horrific black flesh. An entire room of black flesh that somehow could be seen in the absence of any light source. Normally this would be a cause for concern, if you didn’t know exactly where you were - that is. “Are you comfortable, my love?” A voice that would never ring dull. The sweet voice of yearning love coming to sweep you away at the perfect time. A petite woman, no taller than you strode forth from the blackened corners of the room where darkness existed and yet didn’t. A black haired head full of “just-the-right-amount” of mess. Pale white skin, whiter than the moon. Entirely black dress and dark red eyes. She never looked so lovely. A smile with just the slightest upturn of the lips. She was such perfection. Not to mention incredible tits. “Yes, thank you.” You stretched out over a rather comfortable mass of flesh placed under you. “You are exhausted. Did you have a harsh day?” She questioned moving closer to take a seat on the flesh beside you. She brought up one hand to caress your head, over the ear, and down to your cheek. You nuzzled into her palm. Her skin had such a cold touch, but oddly a warmth behind it that made it so lovely. “I did. Assholes and fucks. All day… every day.” “I could consume your enemies, should you wish.” The look on her face showed she was more than willing to do so. In such a motherly way that is. “I wish it was that easy. I’d rather you save your strength. I want to see you for more than a few days.” “I’m sorry you feel that way and I’m sorry I’m so far away. I’m trying to get to you as fast as I can. I can only cross so many galaxies in a single day.” She turned into being a little more sullen. “Your light is so precious to me. I hate to see it dim so.” You forced yourself to rise up off the flesh so that you could place your hand to caress her chin, which she too nuzzled into. Where you also brought your forehead into hers. “The closer I get to Sol, the longer I will be able to project myself to you.” “Don’t be sad my love, you are always in my heart. No matter how many stars you are away from me, you are always right next to me.” “I am in every shadow, protecting you. You are marked, none can harm you without trespassing me.” “That is why I am always happy. I know I have my shadow from beyond the stars watching me.” She giggled. Taking up your hand with her own. “Sleep my love. I know you're tired. I will be here when you wake.” It was strange to sleep here with her. Not the visual aesthetics of this flesh around you, but the lack of a bed or sheets, the strange persistence of chilled air. Yet she made this comfortable. For all the unpleasant conditions, falling asleep was never a problem here. You laid back down, your eyes closing to the soft static humming sounds beyond the flesh and the stroke of a loving hand over your head. You awoke later at an indeterminate time for your watch to alert you it had only been two minutes. It certainly didn’t feel like two minutes. You felt quite refreshed. The pain in your feet was gone, the persistent back ache was missing, the pounding in your head was silent. “Thank you.” “Do not thank me. I will always care for you.” “And I will still thank you no matter what.” “You can thank me by staying hydrated. You’re dehydrated.” “I was having a beer.” “...and eating more meat. You really think that’s satiating you?” “You satiate me.” She giggled at that. “I appreciate your humor, it relaxes me.” She still had some understanding to do. Was she sitting there the entire time you slept, petting your head? Hell yeah. “I can see you’re feeling better.” “Much.” “I tried to make my body as comfortable as I could for you.” She rubbed at the flesh below her. “It appears to have worked.” “You were always comfy.” She smiled more widely this time. Leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Your light is so precious to me. You shine brightest when you’re smiling.” You playfully forced your smile as wide as it could go, which brought her a fair amount of delight. “How long was I out? I feel good for only…” You check your watch again. “Two minutes?” She was always affectionate. Finding her fingers in between yours. “Eight hours your time.” “How?” “Time moves differently around me. Easy to manipulate. Very taxing though.” You sat up in front her now. “I guess I have to go?” “Not at this moment, but soon - yes.” “I’m sorry I wasted our time sleeping.” She brushed the apology away with a wave of her. “We have all eternity my dearest. It is not like I am going anywhere. I will regain myself and be with you again. However brief, you make me feel warm.” You leaned in to kiss the pale woman. All of which she embraced. All of it she loved. She returned the passion in kind. Soft slow little kisses at the lips. The one part of her that felt so vibrantly warm against her chilled skin. Her form craved the affection. Perhaps it was something about you, maybe how you brought light to her dark corner of the universe. “How about we go back to my place?” “A date night? I won’t have much time.” “Not enough time for a walk, can’t take you around the city again?” “No, but I can offer a better sight.” She guided your vision to one side of the fleshy chamber which began to slowly open. Beyond were two stars in dancing binary. A beautiful blue, in contrast to a vibrant red. A beautiful backdrop of an orange nebula washing out the black scenery of space. Below that - this woman’s true form, a sprawl of flesh, tentacles, shapes, and designs. Fractals if you will. Indescribable shapes incapable by human hands, but easily said as done by elder beings. Yet it remained beautiful. An unfiltered star right before them. My, how it shined. “Is it beautiful?” “Only second to you.” She giggled again. “Courageous of you to call me beautiful.” “Both of you.” Lovely to see her smile. “The last stars will wink out before our love fades... Come to me.” You did, shifting on her skin to her open arms. The darkness that permeated the room grew darker and darker when you embraced her. Until it took over your sight entirely. There was no need for fear. For her warmth surrounded you now entirely. That was all you could feel from her, for the next was the sensation of weightlessness. Falling through nothing, surrounded in wrappings of love. Each breath felt like nothing and everything at the same time. The light returned through slowly opening eyes. It was your orange drawn apartment again. This time however feeling much more reenergized. Pop your head to the side to get out those pesky cricks. Arms up for a big stretch. Caught against something above you. It was her, who gingerly brought your arms into a hug at her chest, letting her easily kiss your fingers, palms, knuckles. Even a gentle nibble at the tips. “Like my sharp teeth?” “Only in the bedroom.” She rose, making sure your arms and hands ran over her entire body. “Shower now… You stink still.” She was there to force you up. Ignoring any resistance. “Nooooooo. Just stay with me. Cuddle.” She gave up and rose towards the other side of the room. Disrobing in the process. Until only her pale skin painted in orange hues stood. Her voluptuous form only seen from the back. Carefully she hid the good bits. “Bath… now.” She taunted from the bathroom with steam spreading out over the floor. Didn’t have to say thrice~ You rush up from the couch ripping off your clothes like they were on fire and in the growing steam of the bath. She became a porcelain statue with piercing crimson eyes that glowed through the steam. Such a welcoming gaze. One outstretched hand with pointed finger drawing you in. There she stood for a full view. Hair already soaking and clinging to her form. An hourglass figure with just the right angles to grab. Large breasts with off-white nipples.Just enough color to differentiate them from her skin. She pulled you into her embrace. The first thing she did, as she always did, was to explore your body. Seemed to never get old to her. Always finding enjoyment in running her supple fingers over your lines. Placing kisses in all the right places. Lips, then cheek, into jaw, ear, neck, collar, chest. “I would never have known flesh could hold so many pleasures.” She pushed you into the hot shower, into the corner, where she could take the most advantage of you. Digging her nails into your skin while tracing her line of kisses downward. Gently taking your into her mouth. Slowly, rhythmically, guiding you in and out. Slowly, softly, with technique for enjoyment. Slowly, controlled, her tongue slid over every inch of you. Slowly, passionately, this was love, not sex. You would take turns as the dominant one. Pulling her up by the shoulders and force her into the wall with a huff of sexual lust. A sharp exhale of enjoyment. Pressing her harshly into the chilled walls of the warming tiles. Pulling that plump little butt out for easier access and teasing it with your length between those silky thighs. “It’s cute when you try to dominate me… I let you do it, but it proves you're worthy.” Then to penetrate her. “I adore how you squirm beneath me.” She took the lead after a while staying atop you with your hands to hold her upright. One hand resting on her stomach where she could feel you inside her. Raising and lowering off your hips. Rolling them around with you inside. Her tiyn gasps never could get old. It all ended in bathing each other. Cleaning each other in a lover’s embrace. Exhaustedly running dwindling bars of soap over each other’s skin. Tracing more little kisses over the shoulders. Finally ending up in the bed room after such comforts. Bundling up in one another beneath the sheets. She couldn’t stay much longer, that you knew, every moment you had together was precious. “I can’t wait to see the real you.” “Soon darling.” Drawing her black nails through your soft hair. “For now… Sleep. Rest again my sweet.” “You know how to wear me out.” “Under darkened light with black stars… Where wilent winds howl and no light treads…” The world began to feel heavy. Darkening despite a healthy light of the sun still remaining. The sensation of drowsiness creeping up. Eyelids growing heavy. “...Where onyx thoughts lie… under dead suns...” She held you. Continued to pet you. Watching you drift away. “I will hold you close and love you still.” Then blackness from closed eyes and a barely lit conscious. Barely able to understand the world around you at that moment. “You are mine… … and mine alone.” Why were there birds this far into the city. Little shrieking bastards need to get the fuck out or get shot. Get out AND get shot. Wait, birds chirped in the morning. What time was it? 08:00 a.m. on the dot. Your alarm didn’t go off but those birds woke you you at the precise right time. You smirk to yourself knowing this was just more of her little gifts. You rose and went to the kitchen where the balcony door slid open with the railing lined with numerous colorful birds, red, blue, and yellow, and many cute little black birds. On the table laid a full complement of a hearty breakfast, still steaming as if just cooked. You could only smirk to yourself.