demon in the night: Chapter 1

Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear
Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen
   On both ways you can get in.

Don't think twice before you listen to your heart
Follow the trace for a new start.

What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.

Lightning flashes and rain batters the lavish windows, the only source of light illuminating the velvet king-sized bed. The entire room is draped in black, white, gold and purple. Even the oriental rug blends into the decor. You are stretched out under the sheets, watching silhouettes of trees and power lines wave against the flashing sky. All you wear is a black satin nightgown that delicately drapes over your frame, reaching no lower than mid-thigh.

A dark shadow passes the glorious window. You blink your eyes, wondering if it was just a trick of the light. Another lightning bolt slashes the sky and the shape is gone.

With much trepidation, you draw aside the sheets and let your feet touch the soft rug. You approach the window, which is across from the foot of your bed.

Suddenly the lightning illuminates a huge figure standing outside. A very tall, muscular and green shape with an angular face and intense onyx eyes. You're so startled that you stagger back a step. Do you dare let this creature into your home?

Before you can lift your hand, the shadow raises an arm. The windows blow open to let the rain and wind bluster in. You shield your face and back up another few steps.

The windows close with a soft click. No more wind assaults you. You take your arms down, flick on the dim bedside lamp and gaze up at your surprise visitor.

He towers over you by a full head and shoulders. You notice his wet purple clothes and white cape cling to his hard body. Through them you can see his sculpted pectoral muscles and washboard abdominals. His build is slim, but muscular and whatever green skin he has exposed, his arms and his face, glistens in the dim light. Water drips audibly off his clothing and onto the floor, making soft pat-pat noises. He stares across the room at you with eyes as chilling as the thunderstorm outside.

You realize you recognize this creature. This gorgeous, godly emerald being.

"Piccolo." You mean to think his name, but say it instead.

The tall figure's dark eyes blink. "You know my name..." his voice is a low, scratchy bass ifs if he embodies the thunder roaring outside.

"Yes." You tell him your name as well.

You just can't believe it! Piccolo is standing right in front of you in your bedroom!

Piccolo turns fully towards you. He is shivering, but trying not to show it. The room is just quiet enough that you can hear his teeth chattering at a pace slightly faster than your own deafening heartbeat.

You notice his discomfort almost immediately. "You're cold!" Fearing he'll become bored and leave, you hurry to the fireplace near the massive bed. "Here, let me get the fireplace going so you can warm up. Why don't you get those wet clothes off and cover up in the blanket on the bed? It's velvet so it'll keep you warm."

Rustling, sloshing and a thud sound behind you. You glance back over your shoulder and see that Piccolo has removed his cape and turban. It's hard not to stare at his wonderful body - the delicate lines of his collarbones as they dip behind his purple gi and connect with his strong pink-muscled shoulders. He notices you staring and smirks, his antennae drooping low to cast shadows over his visage.

Next thing you know, Piccolo is coming closer. You would have missed his motion if the lightning hadn't illuminated him. His wet shoes squish softly on the carpet. He walks like a predator and you are the prey. His eyes gleam like black gems, the only part of him really visible in the dimness. You are paralyzed in his intense gaze. Something in his black stare both frightens and excites you. He stops right in front of you and all you can see is his heaving chest. Startled, you back up, but the wall is in the way. You could go sideways, but Piccolo places his hands on the wall on either side of you. There is no escape.

Piccolo knows the power he has over you. His lips part and curl upwards into an almost menacing grin that shows off his dangerous fangs. He outlines his mouth and front teeth with his purple tongue, "I have a better idea..." he rumbles, "You can warm me up...think you can do that?"

"Me?" You balk at him. "But I don't even know what else - "

Your monologue is cut off by a thumb and bent forefinger gripping you by the chin. All at once Piccolo's face is right in front of yours. "Be quiet, you talk too much."

Before you can say more, Piccolo yanks your face roughly closer and captures you in a fierce kiss. His lips are as strong as the rest of him, and aggressively shape yours to his will. He kisses you so hard it robs you of your breath. You feel his moist, velvety tongue force its way into your mouth. He grips your face harder so his nails dent the skin. The threat of pain and liquid pleasure coursing through your body speeds your heartbeat. As you recover from the shock of his lips on yours, you start to kiss him back. Your lips and tongue make love to his.

This response pleases Piccolo. His large, graceful hand releases your face. Long, storm-chilled fingers snake down your throat to dance dangerously near your pulse. The hand caresses the pulsing column of your neck, eliciting goosebumps and a gasp.

You feel threatened by this new touch. Jerking free, you seek a means of escape...but Piccolo's mighty arms stop you. The muscular appendages twine around your waist and yank you up against his hard body, immobilizing you completely. Freezing cold rainwater seeps off his gi and into your nightgown. The sudden coldness makes your nipples stand erect.

Piccolo's hand is on the move again, down your back this time. It explores the black satin first. Then it cups your buttocks and squeezesht. ht. Hot, humid breath grazes your neck. Soft lips nudge their way behind your ear and trail fiery kisses to your collarbones. You find yourself arching your head to give him better access, letting him taste your flesh like a vampire about to bite.

He does bite you, but gently. Hisrp frp fangs graze and dent the skin without breaking it. You feel your entire body tingle as he pulls your flesh taut and teases it relentlessly with his tongue.

"Piccolo - " You gasp.

"Quiet." He silences you with another ferus kus kiss that nearly rips your lips right off your face.

The hand gripping your rear end gently lets go. You feel it shifting around, bunching the satin material so it can slip up underneath. Suddenly he encounters your bare skin - you have nothing else on under the nightgown. This brings a pleasured rumble from somewhere in his massive chest. Or maybe it's a chuckle, you can't really tell.

Piccolo finally trusts you enough to drop his other arm. Two strong palms snake up under your meager black garment. You are helpless under his soft touch. His careful thumbs find your breasts and make contact with your erect nipples. Electric shocks dance down your spine and you arch into his caress. Piccolo sees that you like this and continues teasing your hard teats, twirling his thumbs in slow circles while you writhe in delight. Even his fingers are powerful.

Thison hon has completely dominated you. It borders on rape...but is it rape if you are willing to be taken?

You become more daring without your inhibitions to stop you. You shove your face up towards his and claim his supple lips, kissing them just as hungrily as he kissed you before. Piccolo growls, a fierce sound of pleasure. He crushes you against him, and you realize for the first time that he is very, very, VERY aroused.

Piccolo's arousal awakens your body, too. A hot, aching sensation builds between your legs and in your stomach. Your heart pounds. You breathe deeper. Your skin flushes and feels more sensitive. Everywhere he touches you ignites with pleasure.

You want to speak, but don't. He'll only shush you again.

His face pulls away from yours. You watch in shock as he leans down and roughly mouths your breast through the satin. New, warm moisture seeps through the material and assaults your sensitive skin. Suddenly he sinks his fangs into the material and rips it right open, exposing you. His mouth assumes its previous motion, only this time his burning tongue swirls against your bare nipple. You moan and thrust your breast deeper into his mouth. Your hands cup the back of his bald green head and push him harder against your flesh.

You quickly discover that he left his pointed ears vulnerable. If he was human you could have never hoped to reached them. Grinning evilly, you attack the left one with your lips and tongue. You suckle on the pointed tip like a favorite candy. He tastes fresh like the rain that bathed him with a touch of salt and sand added in. You find that the ear is quite pliable...and you nip it hard.

Piccolo shudders and glares up at you. His eyes are even more menacing than before, but his flush-faced expression shows pleasure. So that's his weakness, his ears! You quickly bend down, turn your head and mercilessly plunge your tongue into his hearing canal. Piccolo emits a small moan and entangles his fingers in your hair, pulling you away from him. You smile and thump one of his quivering antennae.

Before you can get a word out, the world shifts. You find yourself pinned under his solid weight on the bed, his erection straining in his pants against your thigh.

=-1>"Well, aren't we excited?" You comment seductively, touching his now-warm face.

"Be quiet," Piccolo whispers, using his telekinesis to switch off the bedside lamp, "You always listen with your ears, but never the rest of your body."

With that, his weight retreats as he stands. You're frightened that he's leaving you. You pick your head up in time to see his belt come undone, and realize that he's undressing. Piccolo grasps the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Since it's still wet, the baggy garment makes a sucking noise as it's pulled away from his skin. He steps out of his shoes and bends over as he slides his pants down, stepping out of them, too. Now he stands naked before you, but all you can see is a shadow against the window.

That shadow returns to the bed. Lightning lights up his naked body in full splendor and thunder roars. You feel him rising above you like a demon coming to steal your soul away. If that was his reason, you don't care anymore. You want him. You need him. Your body screams for him to bury himself inside you.

Piccolo slides a hand up under the front of your nighty. His lips return to your neck and his fingers slowly discover your secrets. Two dip inside and reach all the way to your womb. You arch into his touch and shiver violently as he caresses parts not meant to be pleasured. You feel him drag his fingers across your moist inner walls while his thumb stimulates your clitoral tissue. All you can do is quiver and whimper. He's teasing you, fully aware of the effects of his touch.

All at once, he stops, as do your soft cries. He's moving again. You see his face lowering.

Before you can think or say anything, Piccolo's tongue is inside you, taking the exact paths of his fingers. He only makes one quick sweep to taste your nectar from its source. You watch him straighten and feel his fingers again. His scintillating black eyes are on you, focused only on your face and how you react. You soon realize that he's taking slow, deep breaths. As if he brought not only the thunder, lightning and rain from outside...now he owns the wind too, along with you.

Just when you're about to lose yourself, Piccolo removes his fingers. He licks one and touches the other to your lips, letting you taste your own sweet juices on his flesh. You take his finger into your mouth and suckle it gently until he pulls away again.

By now you are so in need of him that you can't see or think straight. All you yearn for is him.

Piccolo's weight shifts on the mattress. He touches your secrets gently through the satin nightgown, arousing another gasp from you. More torture!

Soon you realize he's pressing his weight on you again. His sheer bulk nudges your legs up and apart. Then the smooth, warm tip of his hardness presses gently into your opening. He is large, it'll be a tight fit.

You feel your body tremble as he slowly introduces himself to you in this new way. In a moment there is nothing between him and you, except for the flesh that contains your soul. Piccolo's length stretches your passage to an almost painful degree. Even with all this preparation you cannot contain his entire length. But the sexy green Namek doesn't seem to mind. You glance up and see that his intense emotional control keeps his expression stoic. Only his eyes, those liquid obsidian orbs, glimmer to show you his pleasure.

The differences in your heights make it nearly impossible to kiss while he's fully imbedded. However, Piccolo pulls his hips back and shoves them forward, thrusting himself hard against you. You gasp and your whole body reacts. Oh, it feels so amazing, like hot fudge on a smooth sundae. You soon forget what you can't reach and focus on what you can - his chest. You shower his heaving pectoral muscles in kisses and slobbery licks. You press your cheek against his heartbeat and drag your nails across his leathery skin.

You feel Piccolo gasp and crush you close again. He thrusts almost desperately into you, his body trembling slightly with the effort. He's moving against you in such a way that the hem of your nightgown slides against your sensitive clitoris with every pass. The feeling this evokes almost hurts. You wrap your arms around his broad torso and hug close to him. That sensation you nearly glimpsed earlier is returning like an itchy heat in the pit of your stomach. He rotates his hips a little as his length glides in and out of you, driving you higher still. You can't stop moaning and panting.

Piccolo's face hasn't changed at all. It's like his soul purpose of appearing here is to pleasure you. He suddenly slows his thrusts, making them long and deep. This gives you a wonderful view of his body in motion, of how his muscles flex and relax as his narrow pelvis moves against yours.

Your body grows hotter and your inner walls grip him tighter. The muscles are preparing themselves. You feel like a stranger in your own skin as the erotic sensations wind themselves tighter. Piccolo quickens his pace, sensing your approaching completion. You easily notice that his breathing is louder and his skin warmer.

Then it happens. Intense liquid heat explodes from your privates and ooze through your body. Muscles pulse. Others tense. The blood roars freely through various tissues. Every part of you feels so alive! You grip Piccolo tight and scream his name like he's killing you. Oh, the pleasure! Speech escapes you, all you can do is cry out the demon in the night that took you.

Piccolo watches you intently. He seems to enjoy watching your orgasm. You can feel his length thickening deep inside of you. As your slick walls relax around him, you notice he's throbbing.

He gives no sign that he's climaxing, except to pull you against him so tightly that you hear his heart racing. His other hand grips the sheets tightly. The rest of his body stiffens. He stops thrusting and his face twists briefly into fierce pleasure. You hear him say your name, softly and lovingly. Between sharp breaths, he whispers hoarsely, telling you how he thinks you're beautiful and no one has the right to say otherwise. Your eyes fill with tears at his words.

Then it's all over. Piccolo extracts his softening member from your body and bends down to kiss you lightly. His lips are swollen slightly from his earlier arousal. He stands and starts dressing himself again in the same order he got undressed. He doesn't seem to mind that his clothes are still wet.

A lump rises in your throat. He's leaving. You don't want him to leave! Not after what you just did together! You sit up, unmindful that your breast is still exposed through the hole he bit into your black nightgown. "Why did you come here anyway?"

Piccolo faces you with a lopsided smirk, now fully dressed with all his weighted gear on. His only reply is a cryptic message, "Because you wanted me here." Then he bends down and kisses your forehead lightly. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his mouth deeply, just to taste hips ops one last time before he goes.

He holds that position with you for what seems like hours. An odd stupor settles over your head. You're too sleepy to stay awake. Piccolo settles you back into bed and pulls the covers over your body. You want to tell him that you love him, but the exhaustion has paralyzed even your lips.

Piccolo watches you for a moment, his expression softer than earlier. You see him turn, then your eyes slide shut on their own accord. The window clicks twice. When you force your eyes open for a last look, Piccolo is gone, having vanished into the storm from which he came and leaving you to wonder if this is all just a dream.

Try to think about it...
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        Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice.

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The experience of survival is the key
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