This story is dedicated to new writer Retta. I’ve been working on a bigger project but I hit a block, and her suggestion became the seed for this story. Without further delay, enjoy!
Exvolensation
Colette lay in her bed, awake, trying as hard as she could to be silence incarnate. Her heart pounded in her ears like angry tribal drums. Even her breathing sounded thunderous. Only her prayers filled her mind.
She wasn’t religious, and was certainly no believer in any god, but she’d heard that faith in the divine and prayer helped in situations like hers. True faith was supposed to be a weapon as well as a shield. Colette hoped that if she could muster up just enough before the door opened, she would be spared. Otherwise, she had only tearful acceptance.
If someone had told her that she would wind up in bed, hands quivering as they clutched the sheets against herself as tightly as she could while waiting for her own impending doom, she would have laughed. That wasn’t possible.
Of course, this was the same incredulity that she hoped would save her. This was the hope that came from fear and the certainty of failure, but it was something. She’d never had to settle for a choice she didn’t like in her life. The notion itself disturbed her. She was a privileged woman in every way there was: beauty, wealth, and social status. Praying that a divine force would protect her from what lurked in the darkness was not something that came naturally to her, but desperation came easily and was now essential.
Most frightful of all was that nothing came from the shadows she stared into so intensely. The pale moonlight that illuminated only outlines ebbed away well before reaching the door and revealed only the familiar sights of her room. The contents of the half-open jewelry box on her dresser glittered almost mockingly. The mirror that hung just above revealed only the opposite wall.
Her body began to quiver as it momentarily grew more tense. Her shoulders tightened. Her brow furrowed. Her lips tightened. The last joint of every finger and toe tightened almost immeasurably.
Colette waited in that moment. If something were to come, she knew it had to come then. It had been long enough. It was going to come then. She couldn’t maintain her heightened state of fear much longer. She’d just fall asleep if her fate waited too long. She knew she couldn’t, but logic was not a very strong force in her mind compared to her tumultuous emotions.
Nothing happened.
Then, she loosened.
Her toes uncurled, followed quickly by her fingers uncoiling from the sheets. Her lips parted, flush from the pressure they’d endured, and she took in a deep breath. Her face smoothed. Her shoulders loosened. Finally, she was more than still. She was limp.
Just as her sigh of relief finished, the doorknob silently began to twist. An eternity of precision later the door began to open, as obscured by the night as its knob. Stocking clad feet silently sunk into the carpet as Colette’s door began to close.
Colette closed her eyes.
The intruder’s lips slowly curled into a grin.
Unconcerned with the revealing light, the intruder made her way to Colette. Above her stockings she wore little, and what wasn’t that same sheer weave was lacy and black. Even in the moonlight it was clear that her skin was unnaturally white.
In a motion swifter than Colette could have seen even with her eyes open the woman crawled atop her, body pressing flush against hers. The intruder’s body could be felt just as intensely despite the bed sheets between them as each and every curve grinded down hers, faces touching nose to nose and forehead to forehead.
Colette’s eyes tore open as her throat struggled to get out a single gasp before falling silent. Dark blue eyes stared back into her paler set, and a slow groan shook her body even though it couldn’t escape her lips.
Her body didn’t have time to stiffen again.
Colette’s eyelids began to melt, resting just enough around her pupils to take in the beautiful sight that kept her spellbound. Her lips trembled wordlessly. While her shoulders could not tighten, her nipples surely had. Her thighs were drawn tightly together to clench around the moment before falling slack to tremble along with her lips. Her toes curled, and her fingers groped at the sheets for something to hold.
“That’s right my sweet little Colette. Sleep wide awake with your mind in my eyes, lost far away . . . while our bodies play.” Pale fingertips traced down one of Colette’s tan cheeks, and continued farther along her neck. It was only a faint touch, but nonetheless Colette’s body shuddered in waves of pleasure. Her lips trembled harder, but the only sound was a sharp gasp of breath. Her eyes quivered, struggling to close yet only forced open wider in their resistance. “You’ve been mine since I saw you, and I know that you knew . . .”
The intruder’s lips twisted into a crooked grin, revealing a single glistening fang among her otherwise unremarkable white teeth. Her hips grinded down against Colette again, and the helpless woman’s body arched up in response.
Her intruder’s free hand brushed Colette’s dusky blonde hair out of her face as she slid her pale fingertips along the girl’s cheek before curling them behind her neck. “As fear took you, so did desire, and now you crave what you see. Never was there a person you desired to be so near as me.”
If it wasn’t true before, her words made it so. Collette had seen this woman at dinner, watching her from across the room as she’d first looked over the menu. The mysterious woman had smiled, flashing one of those elegant fangs before unmistakably mouthing a single word – “Mine.”
With a shuddering moan, the woman slowly rubbed her body along Colette’s as her thigh pressed down between hers before pressing up to straddle the helpless woman’s thigh between her own. Even though. Colette’s body felt so warm, the woman atop her was unnaturally cool. It wasn’t a biting cold but something about the contrast of their temperatures made hers surge. “I can feel your need, and taste your heat without needing to even think of parting my lips. I’m going to devour you, Colette. I am going to consume you, and leave nothing but that which pleases me, that which suits me. You, are mine.”
Even though Colette had never seen the woman before dinner, she couldn’t begin to question how she knew her name. All she could think was how right this woman was. All she could think were the words she was being told to think as those deep blue eyes wrapped around and through her, tethering her very soul with ocean blue.
“Surrender the last of your will . . . and accept your new mistress, claiming you for all time. Your sun will now set, but your moon never will.” Her eyes pulled away, but Colette no longer needed them. She continued to lie, limply, thoughtlessly, barely quivered as the woman slowly teased an arch from her neck.
Dark, full lips kissed along the elegant curve, tracing down and back before resting on the warmest spot. For Colette there was a momentary feeling of unperceivable sharpness, impossible pleasure, and then nirvana.
Every worry, every thought, every stress and woe began to drain steadily from her body as the woman clutched her closer, lips sealed firmly around that burning spot on her neck. She suckled impossibly long as the pressure continued only to build. She could feel it build between her eyes and between her legs as more of her self, her life, her identity was drawn away.
Finally she gained the power to moan anew as she began to shudder and thrash, clutching the bedsheets tightly as her hips bucked, grinding hard into the leg still grinding into her sex through the warm fabric. It wasn’t enough to be satisfying, but she couldn’t think enough to realize that meant there could be more.
Colette could no longer hear her heartbeat. That sound had long been replaced by the rush of a waterfall in reverse but was too dizzying to be a focal point. Her mind was as slick and wet as her thighs as she cried out her surrender in tongues to her Mistress.
It seemed as though only a moment stretched from when it emerged to when the pleasure receded, and receded as the waterfall turned back into a calm river. Mistress’s tongue lapped at the two sharp points of heat that dotted her neck one beside the other before her smooth lips kissed each with tender passion.
“Now to bind your body to me as I have bound your mind . . . Drink of me and be reborn, my creature of the night, my kneeling supplicant, hollow mind open wide.” Mistress’s fangs tightly pressed into her bottom lip for several seconds before just breaking the skin, and then her lips delicately descended upon Colette’s.
The coppery taste dripped in where the waterfall had left, tingling through every nerve. She could feel it sizzling in her fingertips as they clenched as strongly as her clit while her body quaked. A scream louder than any she had ever heard shook through her body and into Mistress’s mouth.
colette hadn’t noticed, but she wasn’t breathing hard anymore. she wasn’t panting. she wasn’t moaning. she wasn’t even breathing. Of course her Mistress wasn’t either, but so far as colette could remember her Mistress never had.
“With that, you are now my lover, my slave, and my daughter. I’m such a proud mother.” Mistress’s lips curled in an almost cruel grin as She slowly squirmed against colette until she couldn’t hope to be more comfortable before simply purring in near silence.
All colette could do was moan as she basked in the pride of her Mistress, sighing dreamily as a new sensation swept over her that while it felt quite like sleep was entirely new.
Colette was gone, but colette didn’t miss her. her faith had rewarded her. she had received a divine gift greater than any she could have ever known to ask for. With a moan, the last of colette’s lingering consciousness drifted away.