Chapitre 22: Among Stars - 7
Light poured through my eyes, some sort of soul that seemed unique even among the symphony of souls that sang their woes to me. Of all their sins and worries. Of emotions associated with each.
Was that why hers was so unique. Because it sang some other unique song. One that seemed so familiar, yet so different. Like some happy tune that had been turned into a serenade. One to keep others down, among the dreams of others.
A difference that brought my attention. Even among the heavy weight over the lids of my eyes. Was it then why I reached towards that soul. Trying to free myself from the grasp of that lustful soul. Filled with reservations and hidden feelings.
One that even my sight could not divine.
Was that why, in the fading void, where the souls sang their songs to me. Where each and every one of them waned for my attention, was it why among there, that this one sang even harder.
Out of tune with such a familiar song.
I found myself struggling against that soulless gaze. Trying to free not only my hand but my body from her hold.
Yet among the stars, of the fields of vision and miracles that I held within the palm of my hand. Not one of those talents leant towards strength. It all coalesced into a terrifying might, one that was meant and could only be used for the goal of one.
Of healing, a pleasure so great.
But in this moment, where I reached out for that soul. Wanting nothing more than to be free. It failed me.
As I was driven from my gazing.
Of that soul filled with such relentless drive. Towards a goal that marked its very soul. Wrapping its presence around that resolve of itself.
Only to fade, like they all did, into the endless void of nothing.
Where echoes and whispers of everything else faded. My attention solely on the being in front of me.
For she was just that. A being. One that I wanted to rage against. That I wanted to take arms to. But my hands felt like feathers. Fading strength that could do nothing against that wind.
"S-"
There was no tone to my voice, no yell nor echo. Only a wrapping finger that reached through my lips and muffled my sound. My plea.
I tried to bite down and hurt that finger, yet it was of no use. She moved not an inch. Barely even feeling the pain as I failed to hurt her.
"Sh~"
Like a devil she whispered, her voice silky against the silence of the night.
For what else could she want, to plead in such a tone. To command my movements with some sorcery.
I whimpered, trying against all hope that maybe… just maybe I could escape from her. Trying to wiggle my arms and legs to get far away from that devil.
The one that whispered over my shoulder.
Yet when she moved not from her spot. When she took my hand and crushed it in hers. Using force so great to drag me around.
I knew that it wouldn't work. Her grasp was too powerful. No, I was just weak.
What was it… why could she do something so horrid. I had thought that maybe she was nice, that the one that they had prepared for me would be someone I could trust.
But as I was thrown against the covers.
But as I was stripped bare. Only the fabric of some unknown bed veiling my body from the world.
But as all that happened. I couldn't even muster a whimper. Not even a final struggle. For I knew that I was among a devil.
A star eviler than the vile substances that stained souls bare.
She didn't whisper, nor did she yell. It was a voice so normal. So sickly sweet that had she spoken among a crowd, over a public space. I would have thought nothing of it.
Merely another lady, another person trying to get within my good graces.
"Shh~ Just… let it happen. No thoughts… just…"
Her voice trailed, just as her hands did, roaming my body with a sadistic enjoyment.
One that ignored the gulps of fear I felt, of the tears that seemed to run down my cheek, leaving with it a feeling of helplessness.
One that I still could not accept. For it was so… so…
My mouth popped open, barely a touch. But when that happened, those same fingers that had muffled me, touched me.
Trailing touches upon my lips and opening it. A forceful gesture that seemed so practiced. Like she had done this before.
But before I could think of the implications another mouth found its way upon my lips. Her tongue giving me some chalky substance. One that I was forced to swallow..
A hand that dragged deeper. Pumping stroke by sensitive stroke.
"Please…" I tried. Clenching my eyes shut, trying, oh trying so hard to just shut all of my senses off.
It wasn't the pleasant touch that I welcomed, coming from someone who I trusted so much. It wasn't that, it was rough. It was sensitive and terrible.
Yet despite my misgivings, as I whimpered into the sheets. Despite that. I felt myself release. A first. An action I had never felt.
And… and it felt so good.
"Stop… please… just stop…" I pleaded again. Yet she ignored me. Hair falling over my leg, a hand touching to my mouth. Opening my lip and parting it to give me something. Another chalky substance, seducing some sensation within my mouth.
Please… please just stop. I don't want to do this.
I tried to plead again, but the words didn't come from my mouth. Merely a moan that seemed to only encourage her.
Yet so too did it seem to fade my waking my mind, veiling it with a cover akin to a void. Shoving memories and sensations to the back of my mind. Making me feel nothing but that cavernous warmth.
An addictive sensation that seemed to sear itself upon my mind. Was… was… I…
I couldn't even finish the thought. As the next thing I knew I was being thrown out of bed. Onto the cold and cavernous floor. Clothes upon my head and kicked to the curb.
Only to find myself hand in hand with another. No, it wasn't another. It was the same person. I knew…
All because of that touch of hers.
It made me shiver in both fear and anticipation.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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