Is This the Real Life? (Darkling_Thrush and Monster)

[Darkling_Thrush]

Sonja Turner heaved a sigh. She turned back to the shop she worked in and made sure the floodlights were on, giving the abandoned store an almost ghostly, haunted look to it. The racks of trendy, cookie cutter clothing just hung there as the young woman shut off the lights, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. The 'Open' sign clicked off. She stepped into the chill night air and locked the door behind her, making sure that it was secure. She hated working for a stupid retail shop, and closing was the worst. Shooing people out half an hour past the closing time just because they couldn't decide... that's what she got to deal with today. Fucking great.

The woman rushed to her car and got inside. She was a little bit paranoid about the short walk between doors. Too many horror stories... too many women going missing. She shuddered the thought off and started up her car.

Sonja hated how mundane her life was. Waking up in the morning, going to work, coming home at night, going to bed. Repeat. It was just... dull. She felt, dull, too. With her sandy hair and fair, freckled skin and green eyes, the woman seemed to blend in with every other female that came into her shop. She wasn't particularly tall or thin, neither was she short or fat. Just... average. Like the rest of her life.

Sonja rode the elevator from the parkade up to her apartment and dropped her keys in a bowl beside the door. She wasn't particularly hungry; she;d had a bite near the end of her shift. She headed down the short hall to her bedroom, shucking her clothes onto the ground as she went. Finally, the woman crawled into bed, naked, and closed her eyes to sleep.

 

[monster]

Illadrian's vision came into existence along with the rest of his senses as Sonja closed her eyes. He spent most of his life in a whole different world where such trivial and earthy things like 'sight' are unnecessary. But as his physical body began to form from the feet up - in a hazy cloud like the feeling you get from being half asleep and someone asks you question - He could feel his body become whole. What a strange feeling to be so material. So... human. He looked down on himself with immense curiosity, only to start scanning the room. A human bedroom, though the concept was irrelevant to him. He looked at the walls, pictures on the walls, a bed, blankets, a shape under the blankets and... flesh.

This creature. A human perhaps... Even in her sleep he could feel her eternal boredom radiating out from her. She must be dreaming of something horribly repetitive... Math equations and sitcom reruns, no doubt.

"Pathetic whore" he said. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, looking into her face. It was different from his own. His was masculine, with a well defined jaw, blue eyes, black hair...But they were the same species. He looked closely at her lips and the familiar feeling of lust began to build inside him. It was as if lust was one of the only emotions he knew. Certainly the strongest. "Are you going to fuck me willingly, or struggle" He asked her. Of course she was sound asleep and did not hear a word so he decided it made no difference.

Leaning forward, he pinned her to the bed with his arm and kissed her firmly on the lips until her eyes opened. He wanted her so badly. He stared intently at her as if he could just consume her with his lust. His mouth was open slightly, and he stared into her eyes unapologetically. Complete unwavering confidence, without malice or benevolence... just lust. It's what he lived for.

Literally.

 

[Darkling_Thrush]

Sonja woke with a groggy start- the way one does to an alarm clock; disoriented, thrown back into reality suddenly and without warning. She stared, blinking hard at the person on top of her, until the sleep was cleared from her eyes and she realised that there were a pair of lips glued to her own.

She began struggling, screaming into his mouth with her own lips pressed firmly shut. No way was that mouth getting inside her own. She pushed at him and clawed at him. God, his body felt so warm... hotter than most, she was sure, or had it just been that long since she felt a body on top of her own? She flushed at the embarrassing thought and fought harder. Finally able to pry her face away from his, she cried out.

"Get off me!" she wasn't worried about neighbors hearing- her walls were thick- although she wished they could. She beat her hands against his arms, back and chest, whatever she could reach, squirming to get out from under his much larger, stronger form. "Who the fuck are you?" she shrieked, panting for breath. She was wearing herself out trying to get him off of her, and that scared her. There was terror in her voice, and clearly written across her face.

 

[monster]

Illadrian put his hand to her throat, slowly and intentionally wrapping his long fingers around her neck. He ignored her question and looked around the room.

Outside these walls, there was a mundane world on the verge of consuming her with dullness... And now she's complaining? How ungrateful.

In a heartbeat he moved his face up close to hers and hissed "I'm exactly what you need right now" before releasing her throat and ripping her clothes off with his hands. Her skin was arousing him and as he exposed more and more of her, his whole body grew warmer.

He did not seem to be concerned about her screaming and indeed his actions seemed to encourage them. It hardly matters what she does or how she feels, it arouses him all the same. Fear, love, pain, sex, struggle. He loved all of it. She struggled and beat against him but his movements never wavered.

 

[Darkling_Thrush]

When his hand pressed at her throat, the woman stilled. She wasn't stupid, she didn't want to die. Not today... But she also wasn't in the mood to be assaulted.

As soon as she was released, Sonja scrambled to cover herself with her blankets, heat rising in her cheeks. Why was it so warm? There must be a window open, or else how did he enter her room? She should be freezing. Instead, the blankets felt like too much. His skin felt feverish, she could feel the heat coming off him in waves. She hesitated.

As soon as she had paused, the woman began to fight again. "I don't need to be raped!" she snarled, trying to climb away from him, out of the bed, anywhere. She was stark naked trying to hide herself in her sheets. She held them at her chin with one hand, while the other whacked and clawed at her assailant, trying anything to get him off of her, at least enough to get away. Sweat beaded her brow. She was too out of shape for this...

 

[monster]

Upon hearing her words, Illadrian raised an eyebrow. To think that she didn't need this was almost comical to him. Of course she did! Maybe she just did not realize it yet.

"Quite!" He snapped. He was getting annoyed at her struggling but continued with his task regardless. He thrust a hand toward her pelvis, stroking her through the fabric. He stroked her slow and gently, hoping to calm her down enough to enjoy it.

He smiled when he noticed her beginning to sweat. With her sweat came those intoxicating pheremones. Sweat is a reminder of how much fun you have in a given night. It's a sign that she is entirely absorbed in the moment, for better or for worse.

He did not attempt to undress her further, but merely caress her through the sheet.

 

[Darkling_Thrush]

Sonja stilled suddenly, freezing at his touch. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her ribcage. It was a wonder the organ didn't burst through her chest and beat its way across the carpet. She stared up at the intruder, trying to breathe normally. After his command for her silence, the woman found it quite impossible to put up any more protest. It was as if the very word was a spell that lodged her own words in her throat, unable to escape.

She squirmed a little at his touch, feeling shy and awkward. With each stroke, however, Sonja felt less assaulted. It was as if every touch he laid upon her through the sheets stripped away some of the terror, until eventually she was just a shy woman, afraid to look him in the eye, afraid to show herself. She pulled the sheets tighter around herself and swallowed again, averting her eyes. She stopped struggling, much to her own surprise.

It felt... nice, in a weird, inappropriate way. Soothing almost. In the back of her mind, Sonja was screaming, but the rest of her just laid there. Part of her, crawling to the front of her being, began to respond with little lifts of her hips, reaching towards his touch just a bit. Realising this, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

 

[monster]

Illadrian smiled a sinister smile, watching her body begin to react. On the outside, she might project an image of ladylike properness, but deep down she was just another slut. They always are when they get serviced properly, why would Sonja be any different. As he stroked her through the sheet he realized that she was slowly making them damp.

He let her hang on to the sheet but gently lifted the end which covered her feet. He lightly stroked her feet, stimulating her body in ways that were probably unfamiliar. His hands hovering over her bare skin, just barely touching flesh against flesh, his hands moved slowly up her feet. Then up her calves. Then up her thighs. He only revealed exactly what he was stroking, and no more, letting her hold on to just that tiny remaining modesty.

He turned his attention to kissing and sucking on the skin that he had exposed and touched. Kissing and sucking on her feet, calves, and thighs.

Suddenly he looked her straight in the eyes and spoke.
"You need to decide now. If you want me to leave, I will be gone. But if you want me to continue, you will have to beg like your life depends on it"

 

[Darkling_Thrush]

Sonja shivered at his touch. There was something off about it, and not in the usual 'he's a rapist' way. It was different. Almost inhuman. She watched intently as he worked his way up her legs, goosebumps following his fingertips. It felt like nothing she'd ever experienced, far more intense than any other foreplay. Was that what it was? Foreplay? She hoped so...

When the man's lips hit her skin a whimper escaped her throat. It wasn't one of fear, but desire. Desire that she wouldn't admit in words, but her eyes were beginning to darken, her pulse was racing. All she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears. She tilted her head back and let her mouth fall open, closing her eyes. The back of her head rested against the headboard with a soft thunk. As his lips moved higher, Sonja found her legs starting to open, inviting him further. It was almost as if she'd lost control over her own body. What kind of spell had he cast upon her?

When he stopped and spoke, she jumped, brought back to reality. She frowned and bit her lip. "Don't... Please don't stop?" she looked him in the eye, pleading silently, too nervous to ask aloud. She cleared her throat and sat up a bit, looking at him as her face grew redder and redder. "Please. I want you to continue..." she glanced away, afraid to hold his gaze for too long.

 

[monster]

His attention turned to her womanly area between her legs. "Your cunt has a fragrance that screams "fuck me" even when your voice is too timid to do so".

His hands firmly stroke her, in circles around her clit. His mouth soon followed, with a long, firm tongue licking her and stimulating her clit while his fingers moved inside to stimulate her G-spot and deep spot.


((You bloody temptress, stop masturbating while you watch me type. Ending this post early to fuck you))

Sonja shivered at his touch. There was something off about it, and not in the usual 'he's a rapist' way. It was different. Almost inhuman. She watched intently as he worked his way up her legs, goosebumps following his fingertips. It felt like nothing she'd ever experienced, far more intense than any other foreplay. Was that what it was? Foreplay? She hoped so...

When the man's lips hit her skin a whimper escaped her throat. It wasn't one of fear, but desire. Desire that she wouldn't admit in words, but her eyes were beginning to darken, her pulse was racing. All she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears. She tilted her head back and let her mouth fall open, closing her eyes. The back of her head rested against the headboard with a soft thunk. As his lips moved higher, Sonja found her legs starting to open, inviting him further. It was almost as if she'd lost control over her own body. What kind of spell had he cast upon her?

When he stopped and spoke, she jumped, brought back to reality. She frowned and bit her lip. "Don't... Please don't stop?" she looked him in the eye, pleading silently, too nervous to ask aloud. She cleared her throat and sat up a bit, looking at him as her face grew redder and redder. "Please. I want you to continue..." she glanced away, afraid to hold his gaze for too long.