Possession – Part 2

Part 1 here

I looked around the bathroom in shock. My body was still cold, and I was unable to get warm, and I was starting to reek from the sweat of my nightmare. But, most of all, I could no longer see color. I felt gaunt, as though me spirit had been taken from me. Perhaps it wasn’t just a dream? I turned the faucet on to run hot water. The steam rose from the sink, almost scorching my skin. As I ran more cold water I found even that uncomfortably hot. I splashed it on my face anyway, trying to find some sanity.

“That won’t bring your soul back.” The voice was familiar, though it has lost its dreamlike resonance. I looked over my shoulder to see a woman, her skin pink, the only color I could perceive, and glowing softly. Her raven hair was pulled back, and she was stark naked. Ordinarily the appearance of someone in your house during a state of obvious sickness on your part talking about your stolen soul would command a lot of questions. But I knew who this was.

“I take it you’re not giving it back.” Her lips curled into a smile as she padded closer to me, putting her hand on my back. It still felt strangely warm.

“It’s not mine to give.” I looked at her balefully. She looked down at the floor wit ha grim smile. “You have a choice.” I only stared at her blankly. Questions seemed entirely superfluous now. “You can change, and evolve.” I wondered if she was real, why I could perceive her differently. Her hand splayed on my chest sensually, rubbing over it seductively as her lips approached my ear.

“Or?” I asked, finally. Her body was nearly draped over mine now, her intense heat almost painful. Her curves leaned closer, lustfully cradling me. I looked down at her hand as her nails grew into claws threatening to pierce my skin.

“I think you know what the other choice is.”  She licked her lips against my ear. I could hear the hunger in her voice when she said this. Her teeth grew, becoming feral, and I felt her skin become scaled. Her wings unfurled from her back, blocking the light in the bathroom, and bathing me in radiant heat.

A deeper voice came from her. “So…predator or prey?”

“Why me?”

There was a pause, and she shrank back into her lithe attractive form, her head cocked as she considered the question. “Now with the silly questions?”  She seemed to probe my thoughts for a moment.  “You’ll understand.” It was obvious to both of us what I had decided, so that was answer enough. She smiled as I admitted this to myself, and reached out with her hand. I took it and allowed myself to be led back to the bedroom. She directed me to lay down, which I did, weakly. I looked at her body, admiring her form. She seemed to glow, and was effortless in her movements, as though she did not set her weight on anything. I wondered what her name was.

“Shyla,” she said. She looked at me with that wan smile as she swung a leg over me, sitting on my knees. “I was born Rachel, but I prefer my chosen name over my given name.” Her hands slid warmly up my thighs as she looks down at my flaccid form. “This won’t do.” She took it in her hands with a smile. At her implied command I grew hard under her touch. She smiled coyly, perhaps in a bit of self-congratulation. She shifted up again to straddle me, and sank easily onto my hips. This time, actually seeing her take me in to her body the experience was new. Our eyes met and I could see a fire in them as she began to grind on me. A wave of cold washed over me, and her body felt ever hotter, but there was electricity bursting from our bond. Pleasure shone through the sense of cold as I felt an orgasm blossom from seeming nowhere. I looked into her eyes to see a wicked smile as she ground at me. The darkness began closing on me. Her moans started to reach crescendo as she consumed me, delighting her capture, and, with my orgasm, I passed out life, betrayed.