come back home

The only light that shone was the one from the moon. It shone in through the curtains. The remnant of the lavender incense she burned that evening still lingered in the room as the cool air circulated it. She laid on her bed, relaxed and asleep, when she felt a warm breath up in her thighs.

Her eyes snapped open in that instant and she found herself staring at a man so devilishly handsome that it took her breath away his hair was almost dark and the intensity with which his eyes shone made her heart beat double. He gave her a smile, a slow seductive smile. He she opened her mouth to ask him who he was but he placed a finger against her lips.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice low and smooth as silk. "Relax."

A cold ran through her body as he moved closer to her, his head sliding up her leg. His touch sent electric like current throughout her body causing her to shiver in excitement. He raised the duvet letting in the cool air. .she gasped as he lowered his head between her legs.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive folds of her sex, and she arched her back, a moan escaping her lips. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin, and she felt a surge of arousal that left her breathless. He licked her clit in slow, intentional strokes, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

She held tight unto the sheets, her fingers digging into the fabric as he continued his tongue work on her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily, yearning for more of his touch, and she could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of tension deep within her.

It was like he read her mind knew exactly what she wanted and his fingers joined his mouth in the sweet torture, his finger slipping inside her with ease. She cried out in pleasure, her Voice echoing in the quiet room as he stroke her with long, firm thrusts. She could feel herself going towards her release with the overwhelming sensation.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I need..."

His eyes that were filled with dark desire looked up at her and she could see it. There was something else there. Something more deeper, more intimate, more primal. He leaned in, his lips crashing against hers and she could taste herself on his tongue. A heavy mis of salty sweetness.

Then he was inside her, his cock hard and continuous as he pushed into her with a force that took her breath away. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he began to move, his thrusts fast and relentless.

The whole room echoed with their sounds. With the sound of their passionate love making. Her moans, his grunts, the slapping of flesh against flesh. She could feel the very ridge and veins of his cock, the way it stretched her, filling her completely so much so that she thought she would burst from the sheer intensity of it.

He reached down, his thumb finding her clit again, and she cried out as he pressed against it, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back any longer. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for breath as stars exploded behind her eyelids.

He didn’t stop. In fact, he pushed harder and faster, lifting her higher and higher until she felt like she might lose control completely. Then, with one last strong movement, he reached his peak, and the feeling filled her with warmth and a sense of completeness.

For a brief moment, they lay together, their bodies holding each other closely. But then he pulled away, and she felt a sudden emptiness wash over her. He looked down at her with a serious face, and she recognized the same intensity in his eyes that had captivated her before.

"Come home," he said softly, but there was an urgency in his voice. "You’ve been away for way too long."

He had always said this every time they made love and when she asks. "Where is home?" A bright light would suddenly flash in front of her eyes, making it hard for her to see. When her vision would eventually clear, she would find herself alone in her bed and this was what happened again.

The sunlight was pouring through the window, creating a warm, golden glow all around. She blinked a few times, trying to understand what had just taken place and what it all meant for her. She had been having this dream since she turned eighteen. Hard as she tried, she could never understand it. But it felt so real every time it happened.

She sat up in bed, her heart racing fast in her chest. She looked around the room, taking in everything around her. It all seemed the same as before. The sweet smell of incense was still in the air, and the sheets were twisted around her legs. But something felt strange, almost wrong.

She glanced down at her hands and gasped in horror.

Her fingers were covered in blood, dripping down from her fingertips and making spots on the floor. She looked down at her feet and saw that they were covered with mud mixed with blood too, and the messy, sticky feeling made her skin crawl. Panicking, she jumped out of bed, her movements clumsy and hurried, and ran to the mirror.

As she tried to focus, a strange white shadow shimmered in front of her eyes, blocking her view. She blinked quickly, desperate to see clearly. When the shadow finally faded, she stared into the mirror and felt her breath catch in her throat.

Her hair, which had always been a beautiful chestnut brown, was now completely white, like freshly fallen snow. And her eyes, normally dark and full of depth, had changed to a bright green, shining with a strange glow that she didn’t recognize.

In a burst of panic, she screamed again, the sound filled with fear and confusion. She fell to her knees, shaking all over from shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened to her.