Chapter 1: Introduction
The woods pulsed with hidden life, their noises muted, muffled. It had been a long while since anyone had ventured near. I lived there, alone, surrounded with gnarled trees and moss-covered rocks.
The silence was a companion that I had come to rely upon, to cherish. It had been days, maybe even weeks, since I rejoiced in another's voice, but today would be an exception. I closed my eyes in anticipation.
I sensed his arrival before his audible footsteps. Youthful footsteps. Patient, curious.
I watched as his silhouette approached, weaving through the raw dance of twilight beams streaming through the canopy above. The flora sighed with relief, parting to welcome the newcomer. I didn't dare move; it had been too long since I shared my space with another being.
He stepped across the caved-in threshold, blinking back the dying light. I felt his surprise, but there was no fear. How peculiar, I thought, instantly charmed.
"Who is tthis harming boy" I though to myself hiding from his sight
, "Why is he here?"
Peeking from the shadows, I discerned an aura of warmth and kindness, and my trepidation dissipated.
Gingerly, he maneuvered past the debris, like a gentle breeze stirring the dust in my home. He took stock of the tattered sofas and the crumbling fireplace, the dilapidation unfazed him.
I watched him as he started slowly throwing broken furniture outside
"What is he doing"
I wondered,
he seemed determined.
The scent of change lingered in the air, cutting through the scent of decay.
Darkness fell; still, he lingered.
Finally, as isolation swallowed the final rays of daylight, self-consciousness wrapped around me and my kindred heart trembled.
"W-who are you intriguing being?" I mustered the courage to whisper, leaving the cloak of shadows.
When he heard me he quickly jumped back
, startled. I wish I could tell if my peculiar appearance frightened him, but his eyes held no malice or fear. Surprise, yes, and maybe curiosity? I found myself holding my breath, hoping he wouldn't leave.
"C-can you see me?" His words tumbled out hesitantly. Upon realizing how I shaken I was, he cast away any trace of fear and approached me, cautious but full of genuine concern.
"Emm h-hello
, yes, I see you" He stammered, trying to control the tremor in his voice.
His warm, green eyes searched my jet-black complexion and fixed upon my violet hair and the matching orbs that swooned beneath. He took another deliberate step, engaging a smile, and extended his hand, hesitating for a moment to let me decide whether to trust him or not.
"My name is Nick, and I just moved here I'm sorry I didn't know someone was here"
My breath hitched in my throat, still wary, I considered his outstretched hand.
He held it there like a peace offering, hoping for acceptance. I studied him considerately--curiosity and warmth radiated from his green eyes. Could I trust him?
Gathering my floating doubts, I mirrored his action and reached out. The contact between our hands sent waves of exhilaration coursing through me, a jolt of something both foreign and exciting.
"L-Lily" I finally managed to say. His touch unleashed a dormant awkwardness, as though the connection was a language I had forgotten, but urgently desired to reacquaint myself with.
"I don't want to be rude miss lily but...what are you you don't look like a human"
he asked with an undertone of politeness, as if trying not to offend. I couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, and saw him quickly scan my face, searching for some hint of familiarity in an utterly incomprehensible scenario.
"No, indeed, I'm not quite human." I responded honestly.
Though, the truth proved far more complex, I would save those revelations for another time, when his trust became more secure than the fragile tendrils that formed between us.
"I do apologize if I'm startling you, Nick.
I'm well aware of my unusual appearance." I admitted, tugging at my ebony skin and fingering my lilac hair.
Nick, the puzzled intruder, dismissed my concern with a shake of his head. "No, that's not what I meant. It's just...There's so much about you that's mysterious and unknown.
I-in a good way" Nick added
hastily, shifting his weight as he tried to find the right words. He glanced away, breaking the magnetic hold our hands had on each other, perhaps sensing that the escalation of my unusualness made him uncomfortable.
"It's alright, Nick," I reassured him with a gentle laugh that swept the tension from the air.
"I don't bite." At least, I didn't think I did.
"Do you emmm...live here lily?"
he asked, his eyes wandering around my ancient dwelling. I watched a tender curl of empathy form in the corner of his gaze, reminding me of the vines that wrapped around the exterior - protective, yearning to shelter what lay within.
"This house, as you see it," I began, affectionately tracing a finger down the frayed fabric on the arm of an old couch. "It is all I have ever known, and in turn, it has known me." The admission slipped forth like a lover's secret, weightless.
I searched his eyes for any hint of judgment or disdain, but his gaze remained warm with understanding.
"I understand, Lily," he responded, a tinge of sadness brushing against his kindness. "But you don't deserve to live all alone in this old, decrepit house." He looked around as if searching for something to ease the burden of my existence. And as he did, my heart swelled with a longing that I thought had long diminished.
"You see I bought this house and wanted to renovate it"
Nick explained, "I thought it would be magnificent to live secluded in the woods, away from all the chaos and noise of the city. That's why I wanted to restore the house to its former glory."
"I see," I admitted, painfully aware of the boulder-sized pit this unanticipated change was carving in my stomach.
As I pursued his eyes, I perceived that he was studying me with a newfound intensity. I could sense the questions piling up behind his placid demeanor, wishing to pry, to probe--to understand.
"But if you say it's your house seems my idea is no possible no more"
he mumbled mostly to himself as his gaze shifted between the floor and me.
I could hardly bear the sorrow his thoughts inflicted upon me. I never imagined I would be the cause of someone's disappointment.
Involuntarily, I took a step back, breaking my trance over his bewildered self. I found myself exploring my surroundings, surrendering to the musty scent of neglect and the lingering desolation of my home. Perhaps it was time, yet the thought brought an unfamiliar surge of anxiety in its shadow.
I had always anticipated solitude, soaked in it, even celebrated the flourishing tranquility as vines claimed the walls and weeds sprouted beneath my feet.
But now, as I mulled over Nick's impending modifications to my humble abode, I couldn't help but detect a cacophony of whirlwind emotions.
"You want to make modifications I see." I managed to say after swallowing the lump in my throat.
When he withheld his gaze, a sudden ache plagued my chest.
"No no I just want to fully repair it I won't change the original look of the house" he explained to me
.
A shy forgiveness filled my lips. He promised to restore it, not to obliterate what made it unique, charming - as I was - with my oddities.
"Fine, I accept your apology," I offered an amused smirk, relief in every chuckle.
Flickers of warmth danced merrily in harmony with our tender silence, exchanging fleeting smiles, as if already knowing how our life would unfold together in this abode.
At night I was walking around the house until I found place Nick sent his makeshift bed
near the fireplace so I sat down near him, observing his soothing breaths, and the protector within me decided that, at least for tonight, I would give myself permission to be lonely no more.
I curled up cautiously, attempting to replicate Nick's steadied rhythm, and was on the verge of drifting off as I felt Nick arm embrace me during his sleep
the dark, surrounding me like a fortress. I wasn't sure if I was prepared for this rush of unfamiliarity, but melting in the safety of his arms I yearned for much-needed rest.
During early hours of the morning sunlight the house was bathed in golden light the contrast between the shadows of outside and warmth within was striking. Nick was already sunshine in this otherwise murky existence.
I woke up still in Nick's arms he must've not noticed he trapped me in his embrace
"Such a weird human aren't you" I thought looking at him
softly sleeping, scruffy white hair on his pillow, smooth boyish cheeks, blemish-free. Innocence isn't something you stumble across every day within this deep dark forest.
His protection had steadily instilled an unspoken trust that quelled my perpetual solitude. As I examined the room, signs of his work were apparent everywhere -- weeds uprooted, debris removed, and a trace of a surprised smile on his lips.
My fingers trembled as they played with the frayed fabric of my threadbare couch.
"I wonder when you will wake up and let me go"
I said in my thoughts as I observed him coiled in slumber, visage serene.
That gentle invading presence had made me endure more than I expected, but something inside me rooted me to his side, and I couldn't help but remain nestled in his protective arms.
Where there was once deep solitude, there was now Nicholas, a quiet ocean of warmth and bewilderment. The strange, white-haired man had strolled into my life in a serendipitous dance of fate, and I struggled to resist the whimsical pull between us.
As I waited I felt something moved against my thigh when I looked down I noticed Nick was having a rather big morning wood
a mix of excitement and embarrassment washed over me.
"Oh"
I mouthed derisively. "That's not what I needed right now"
For a moment, I considered untangling myself and scampering back to my corner, fighting the raging bout of limerence that had swept me up by surprise. This was uncharted territory for me and I wasn't convinced I was ready, or willing, to dive into the deep end.
"Maybe just a little peek"
?" I pondered, eyes wide. My body tensed as I began to explore the pulsating object beneath the fabric of Nick's pajama bottoms.
My touch was feather-light, tracing the length of him before I summoned the courage to wrap my fingers around the shaft. My heart raced with anticipation as I marveled at the texture of his skin--smooth, silken, and warm as he gently stirred in his sleep.
As my strokes grew more confident, the bulge snaked its way past the elastic band.
"It feels so weird in my hand"
I thought but I couldn't stop, I was lost in this carnal exploration, my eyes glued to the pulsating mound I now held.
Its scent radiated promises of new experiences that awakened a dormant need within me.
As I slid my fingers up and down his length, I watched as a sleepy smile spread across his face, only further fueling the rise and fall of an unspoken wave of tension settling around us.
"I wonder how does it taste like"
, I whispered to myself, emboldened. I lowered my head and allowed my tongue to flick across his tip, savoring the drip of his essence that I found there.
The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a tantalizing mix of saltiness and pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"It tastes good"
I mused to myself, experimentally swirling my tongue around the crown of Nick's arousal. He stirred in his sleep, no doubt sensing the new sensations coursing through his body.
Feeling braver, I sunk my lips down over him, taking in as much as I dared. A growl rumbled from his throat, vibrating against my lips and exhilarating my senses.
My grip on him tightened, my pace picking up as I devoured him completely, mirroring the rising tempest in the pit of my stomach.
My pitch black saliva covered his cock entirely
, making a stark contrast between my claim and his skin.
It was a visual feast, but one I couldn't fully enjoy, consumed as I was by the driving need to conquer him, to learn his secrets, to savour his every reaction.
As our bodies swayed within the surreal embrace, a faint murmur reached my ears, Nick pleading for release.
It was possible that I could provide what he longed for but something held me back, a cruel desire to maintain this exquisite tension a little longer.
He was still asleep and something in me wanted to torment him a bit
more, revelling in this newfound power before surrendering to his weakness. My black lips enveloped him more eagerly, teasing his tip with a familiarity that didn't belong to us, yet.
His muffled groans grew more frequent, his body writhing under my siege. I knew he was close but I persevered, like a moth consumed by the feedback loop of wing beats against the flame.
I pulled away before his final release could take shape, a cruel smile gracing my thin lips.
I used my long black tounge to lick entirety of his cock staining it even more in my black saliva
making him look much larger
Sadly he finnaly woke up
.
I could feel him tense up with every swallow of my moist mouth engulfing him whole.
Watching him thrash and gasp beneath me silent cries that no one else could hear
. Every noise he made sent waves of excitement coursing through my entire being. I loved the taste and feeling of him in my mouth but I released him from my mouth with a wet pop.
He groaned in protest, still half-asleep at what his dreams had revealed.
"Shhh, it's okay my little human." I urged him softly as I massaged his throbbing member in my hand.
"'Oh God lily it's just you..."
His bewildered voice reverberated the room as he blinked bewilderedly. The realization of my actions promptly woke him up the rest of the way.
"L-Lily, what are you doing?" Nick stammered huskily, his green eyes brimming with mounting desire.
I considered this turns of events patiently nursing his hard flesh in the grasp of my hand.
"What does it feel like?"
I taunted, flicking a playful grin at him. As I jerked his cock
with dominant pressure, I delighted in his reaction. He moaned, the warmth of satisfaction spreading across his face and sinking into his core.
His hips shifted, following the rhythm of my grasping. With every hand movement, his pleasure flourished unbridled and raw.
The room fell mute, save for the sounds of our shared heavy breaths and the unruly dance between us.
"Well it sure feels good