It's of course a night when Justine is awake, a night when Justine is alone in her room. He wouldn't disturb her when she was sleeping, and he wouldn't dream of interrupting her fun with anyone else. But here, now, neither of those things are true. And he'd promised her a surprise that she could not mistake.
She's reading a book from the library, propped up in her bed as she hums softly to herself. It's a quiet night, one that she's inclined to simply relax into.
So when she feels that brush on her thigh, she immediately starts, sitting up and pulling her sheets from herself.
This time, she will feel it between her legs this time, slick and fluttering. There won't be anything there when she looks, but there will be something slick and shimmering gold on the dark hair.
She feels her heart speed up, her breath catch, and she pulls back the blankets again, looking between her legs with a huff. The gold is an immediate giveaway.
"John!" she calls out in annoyance, though only because now she's thoroughly unable to concentrate on her book.
Which is when she'll feel it inside, slicking her insides as they press deep. She'll feel the shadows move over her skin, see them flutter as they slide over her body like physical touch, brush against her nipples cold as ice before suddenly warm. She'll see the darkness spread from between her legs to start sliding along her folds, leaving shimmering trails. And every place the golden shimmer touches, she's just that much more sensitive, like a drug absorbed through the skin bringing bliss.
This must have been the gift he meant. Her annoyance melts away as the feeling of the darkness, the entity, of John inside of her, twisting and writhing, touching her in all the right spots.
She moans deeply as she lies back, watching the shadows cover her with their ghostly touch, warm and inviting even as shocks of pleasure ripple through her. She reaches out automatically for something, anything.
Instead, she will hear music, beautiful alien music, the beat matching to the movement inside of her. The hands on her breasts squeeze and mouths she cannot see will kiss her neck, her shoulder, her hips, her inner thighs. She will feel one sucking on her clit and fingers gripping her ass. Nibbles on the line of her jaw, and the slide of touches against her scalp.
The book knocks to the floor as she writhes underneath the ghostly touch of golden shadows. The darkness feels like home to her, and she welcomes each touch with a wanton moan. "Don't stop," she begs the air around her, raising her hips. White fingers grip the sheets underneath her as she feels herself building, feels the heat in her belly, but she holds back, wanting more. Always wanting more.
There's a flutter to the music, like deep, smug laughter before the shape inside of her lengthens, thickens, grows heavier. None of it will stop, none of it will even relent, let alone stop; the shadows will chase every squirm and shift and sound she makes begging for more.
He would drive her to madness if she wasn't already there. She bites her lip so hard that she tastes blood, both an offering and a gift. Her lips part and she cries out when the white hot heat of her orgasm rocks through her.
The offering is accepted, the blood disappearing into the darkness as the shadows draw out her pleasure beyond the bounds of physical sensation, keep her trembling on the precipice of a far deeper chasm until the last moment before drawing her back. The darkness will fade slowly, fondly, disappearing with a gentle touch here or there, a pet to her side or hip or hair. And when all but one remain, she will feel a soft kiss to her cheek.
Beautiful, the voice purrs from the darkest corners of her mind.
I like to tease a little, but I can be so impatient. If you take too long, I will whine and pout at you. Maybe, if you continue to kiss me and touch me, I will beg you for it. Because I deserve to be cherished immediately!
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Date: 2026-02-04 08:21 pm (UTC)Like the gentle brush against her inner thighs.
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Date: 2026-02-04 09:05 pm (UTC)So when she feels that brush on her thigh, she immediately starts, sitting up and pulling her sheets from herself.
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Date: 2026-02-04 09:18 pm (UTC)Re: late at night
Date: 2026-02-05 03:09 am (UTC)"What is this?" she murmurs, picking up her book again and draping her blankets back over her legs. Perhaps it was her imagination...
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Date: 2026-02-05 03:20 am (UTC)Re: late at night
Date: 2026-02-05 03:25 am (UTC)"John!" she calls out in annoyance, though only because now she's thoroughly unable to concentrate on her book.
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Date: 2026-02-05 03:32 am (UTC)Re: late at night
Date: 2026-02-05 03:38 am (UTC)She moans deeply as she lies back, watching the shadows cover her with their ghostly touch, warm and inviting even as shocks of pleasure ripple through her. She reaches out automatically for something, anything.
"John," she says again, broken and alight.
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Date: 2026-02-05 03:42 am (UTC)Instead, she will hear music, beautiful alien music, the beat matching to the movement inside of her. The hands on her breasts squeeze and mouths she cannot see will kiss her neck, her shoulder, her hips, her inner thighs. She will feel one sucking on her clit and fingers gripping her ass. Nibbles on the line of her jaw, and the slide of touches against her scalp.
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Date: 2026-02-05 04:09 am (UTC)Beautiful, the voice purrs from the darkest corners of her mind.
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Date: 2026-02-16 02:20 am (UTC)I like to tease a little, but I can be so impatient. If you take too long, I will whine and pout at you. Maybe, if you continue to kiss me and touch me, I will beg you for it. Because I deserve to be cherished immediately!
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Date: 2026-02-16 02:24 am (UTC)The pout might get me to move a bit faster. Depends on how cute you are when you pout.
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Date: 2026-02-16 02:45 am (UTC)[The giggle seems to counteract that.]
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Date: 2026-02-19 08:21 pm (UTC)Sexy, then? Somehow, I doubt intimidating.
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Date: 2026-02-19 08:47 pm (UTC)Perhaps you should see for yourself.
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Date: 2026-02-27 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-02-27 11:26 pm (UTC)Oui.
We could make our own game.
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Date: 2026-03-01 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-03-01 06:01 pm (UTC)I am poetess.
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Date: 2026-03-01 07:04 pm (UTC)Might be easier to find me at a bar, though.
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Date: 2026-03-01 08:34 pm (UTC)So now I know where to find you.
Now - goodbye!
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Date: 2026-03-01 09:04 pm (UTC)