Out of Sight

OOC: This is a closed thread for Ravenloft and myself. Everyone else, stop in, take a seat and enjoy!


Rose Wynters


"I can't believe this happened again! What am I suppose to do for hot water? How am I suppose to see tonight? God! I hate this place. Why did I let Alexandra talk me into moving in here?" Rose mutters as she scrambles around the tiny kitchen to find candles and emergency flashlights.

The shadows from the fading light of day grow longer and soon the sun is hidden amongst the hills of buildings. With sunset, the small apartment becomes more grim and even the small brave candlelight is not enough to chase away the uneasiness. Shivering unconsciously, Rose rubs the goosebumps along her arms. "One more phone call and that's it! If the manager doesn't do something about this tonight, I am moving!"

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An hour and half later, a very satisfied Rose hangs up the cordless. "Yes!" She quickly dials another number. Ringggggg...Rinnnnnnnnggg...Rinnnnnnnnngg- "Hi? Can I make a reservation for a room please? Great! I just need one non-smoking room with a double bed for two nights. Yes. Starting tonight. I can check in right away? Right. Great. Yes. My card is-"

A few minutes later, Rose lets out a cheery squeal and rushes into the bedroom to pack a few essentials. As she pulls out clothes and other necessary items, Rose punches in the number that is ingrained into her brain.

"Alex? Alex! Guess what?"

"What? I just got home. How's the new apartment? Isn't it--"

"Stop right there. You're so called fabo apartment is dark, grimey and without either electricity or hot water. I can't believe you lived in this place for two years!"

"What?! What happened? Everything was fine when I moved out last week!"

Double checking the contents of her well worn bookbag, Rose replies, "I have no idea. One minute I'm taking a nice hot shower to relax and then BAM I turn into an instant icicle! The lights flicker and die and nothing would work. Do you know how frustrating it is to wash shampoo and soap with ice cold water? Freezing water?"

Well, shit! What did you do? Did you call Stanley, the building manager? He's a great guy. Will fix just about anything for you."

Rose falls onto the bed and combs her hand through her wavy honey brown hair. "Well, Stanley is definitly the god of all building managers. I talked to him and he said that he already knows what the problem is and will get it fixed by Saturday. Until then, I'm going to stay at that Holiday Inn resort hotel and he'll refund me the money when I get back. And--crap! I gotta go! Have to be at the hotel by seven or I won't be able to get the special room rate. Talk to you later!"

Jumping to her feet, Rose takes a last look around to make sure she has everything she needs. Tossing her old college bookbag over her shoulder, she grabs her keys and locks up the apartment.

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Unlocking her hotel room, Rose takes in a nice deep breath at the sight. It's the standard room but it had two vital things her apartment is missing at the moment-electricity and hot water! Throwing everything on the floor, Rose unpacks her burger king bag and chows down. After a quick shower, she turns on the TV to watch her usual Thursday night show, the Charmed Ones. Just as the show starts, several yawns overwhelm Rose and her dark hazel eyes become too heavy to leave open.....

The hotel's hall seemed empty, but if someone had been there to notice, the carpeted floor, it was being depressed, and the depressions were in the shape of feet. Other than that, and the occasional creek and whirrs from the hotel, as it slowly settled in, only a year old in its construction, there was silence, and no indication of any other living being...

Slowly, the foot prints continued down the hall, as the carpet sprung back to its propper position in their wake. Stopping before a hotel room, the foot prints stayed planted for a moment as the door handle jiggled, it was locked, so the feet moved on, another door, two more... Then, they came to a final door, and the door handle turned, leaving the door to swing open. The feet padded into the room, the carpet swishing quietly under their weight as they came to the bed that dominated the room. The TV was on, and a woman was sleeping, propped up as though she'd been watching it.

A hand print formed on the edge of the bed as the weight of waht seemed to be a hip rested upon it, pressing the matress inward. A moment passed, and if anyone had been listening, they would have heard a deep breath come from someone who was not there.

Then, the TV's control slipped from the woman's hand, seeming to hang in mid air for a moment, only to be sat down on the night stand, left on the channel she'd had it on. Then, unseen hands started to unbutton the woman's blouse, when it was opened past the woman's breast line, those same unseen hands reached inside the blouse, pulling it open to reveal her bra, and her breasts felt the caress of warm, rough hands upon them, the flesh being squeezed and manipulated lightly. A pleased chuckle filled the TV lit room as this caused the woman to stir, and slowly awake. Retreating from her bed as the woman awoke, hands from her breasts, hip from her side... It seemed no one was there now, save for the two foot prints, hidden in the corner...

OOC: The above was me.

Voices and laughter murmurs in the background as a slight cool breeze brushes against Rose's body. A tickling sensation ripples along her exposed abdomen and causes her muscles to clench in response. Her right hand moves unconsciously to rub away the unusual sensation and falls still at her side. Strong unseen hands mold and explore the rose pink tipped breasts. Teasing pressure scratches against the unformed tips and cause them to come to attention with careless ease. A sigh spills from Rose's slumbering lips as those invisible hands awaken pleasure lying deep within. The growing unfamiliar sensations sharpen with each passing second. A deep voice chuckles from above Rose and the sound pushes away the sleeping haze in which she lingered.

Her thickly lashed eyes flutter open just a bit and gaze blindly at the strange surroundings. Just as the knowledge of where she was began to sink in, Rose notices her state of undress. A firey blush stains down her cheeks and chest. Her left hand draws up her stomach and lightly sqeezes her left breast.

"Uhhhhhmmmmmmm," she moans in startled pleasure as unknown sensations crowd through her body. Forgetting all thought, Rose leans back into the bed, closes her eyes and circle her perky mounds with teasing hands. "Ohhh!"

God! It feels so gooood! Why does it feel so good? OOOoooooooooohhhhhhh--

Rose began to fantasize about her dark dream lover stripping her bare, holding her arms immobile and making love to her--what?!?!? Rose's arms couldn't move. They were being held down by some force! The room is completely dark...the TV! It's not on anymore. The slight creak of the bedsprings creep along Rose's nerves and whimpers of fear puff out of her throat. The same dark voice chuckles in amusement as it begins a slow, yet thorough exploration of Rose.

Rose's legs were forced apart, by what felt to be a knee wedging between them, but nothing was there! She realized the force, the unseen force that held her arms to her sides were hands, rough, well worn hands... The hands of a working man. For a moment, it felt like a mouth, a hot, moist mouth was upon her breast, suckling upon her through her bra. Then she felt one arm being let free for a moment, her arm was numb though, hard to move. Her bra, the clasp being in the front, was suddenly undone, and carelessly pulled free of her sheilded breasts. Her arm was forced back to her side a moment later, just as she tried to lift it to cover her breasts. Another cruel chuckle, it was close to her body, her chest, then she felt a moist covering upon her nipple... She could see her oreola being manipulated, her nipple being tugged by... What felt to be teeth, pushed down by what felt like a hot, insistant tongue. then it stopped, her breast was no longer being assailed. "Do not struggle, and this, the pleasure, it will continue..." A darkness was in that disembodied voice, it came from above her.

Shivers of surprising fear and desire overwhelm Rose's senses. The enveloping darkness muffles her sight so all she can see is a vague outlines and an occa6ssional glistening spot upon her sensitive nipples. Her arms have become leaden with lack of circulation and sting violently when the prescience let's one go only to move her onto her side and press up from behind her. Even in the soft darkness, Rose can't see a thing. Just feel. Hear. Her mind still swirling in a dream turned reality. The threat of pleasure verses pain barely registers. All thought leaves in a flash as he presses a warm hard thickness into the cleft of her soft buttocks.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh--" She moans as her desire escapes in a formless stream between her legs, dampening her virginal white cotton panties.

"You like the feel of my cock rubbing against you? Getting so close to being inside? Should I fill you?" He pushes his need against her in a slow insistent thrusting grind. Taking pleasure in her quickening breathes, the gasps that inadvertently escape in startling puffs, and the constant shivers that race beneath her skin.

Suddenly the hard body pulls away and Rose is quickly stripped of her silk pajama blouse and wet underwear. Over her pounding heartbeats, she hears a loud intake of breath and the groan of approval from the man. Rose turns so her back lies back on the bed and blindly reaches out a hand towards the stranger. A hand immediately captures her one good arm and holds it still above her head. The other arm joins the first and she is positioned completely on her back with her legs spread wide. Firm lips bombard her startled lips and intakes her breath as his own. His tongue slips pass between her lips and conquers the small cavern within. Luring the sleeping pink into play and engaging a passionate game of tag.

Rose was wordless, maliable, and the unseeable thing above her rejoiced in this, her legs parted with but a pat of its hand and its hardened cock, aroused by the silk of her breasts, it found its way to her sex, the head of it nudged against her. Blunt and sharp at the same time, and wholey ready to enter her, to take her... "Tell me... Tell me how you want it... You have three choices... The way it is now!" And with that, whatever was above her stabbed its cock into her sharply, a potent thrust. "This..." It said with lust unbidden as she felt it withdraw and slink between her legs and a mouth cover her sex with hot lustful kisses. "Or.." and with that, she found herself mounted upon something that was not visibly there, flesh and muscle raised her from the bed unaturally, and it was an amasing sight to behold.

The piercing hardness zeros into her with unerring accuracy. Rose gasps as her head reaches forward to retain the lips which had consumed her very soul. The deep thrust surging electric shocks to every tip, arching her back, and grinding her loins for an even closer contact before he pulls out with a twist.

Before she could think to protest, the wicked lips swoop down to devestate her passion's heart with a few deep licks and suckling nibble upon the unhidden nub. Rose's moan of pleasure became silent as she was seemingly tossed into the air--

and held in place by the pulsing phallus driven inside her. A pair of hands guide Rose's lost fingers to the man's head and they sank into the thick wild locks with uncaring strength.

"Ahhhshh!" He cries out as she pulls harshly upon his scalp. He retaliates by shoving himself even further inside her and stops. Lips tease down Rose's arched neck as he demands in a hoarse passion ridden voice, "Make your choice...(his hardness move in an agonizingly pleasureable circle and unbelieveably grows harder, larger) number one on the bed... (all movement stops except for his taunting lips which silences Rose's whimpering denial with a sharp bite on her shoulder and strong sucking lick which salves the burning ache) number two... or (hands grasp Rose on her hips and move her up and down the rigid cock in two too short trips and settles her back down firmly attached on him) number three?"

Finally letting her instincts run wild, Rose wraps her long legs around the man's waist and dig her heels into his solid ass. Grunting with effort, she makes an animalistic growl of demand and forces herself harder on his phallus. Without thought, Rose's lips land on his and she takes them both into the swirling clash of passion. Holding onto him with her hands and legs, Rose pulses her passage against his invading member and tries to ride him with small short pulls and falls.

All the while, moaning huskily, Ohhhh! This... this.... thissssssssssss!"

Hands pressed against Rose's breasts, forcing her away from the invisible man, his voice was husky, need filled. "Lean back, watch..." It urged. And his hands forced her to, she had to support herself upright suddenly by her hands on his knees, he'd forced her back so far. He called again... "Watch!" It was a moan, he was wildly hot within her, making her come down on him, forcing her up, his rough, invisible hands on her hips. She could see her sex being penetrated, but nothing lay under her...

Her body arched like a bow, Rose's long wild hair lashes gently down with each wicked stroke. A seemingly solitary play of muscles hanging on just the edge of her toes. Entertwining moans and gasps mingle and pierce into the two dancing along the fine edge of binding pleasure.

Yess! Oooooooooh yessssss! Harder!... THERE! OhooOhOH! OohhhhhhhhhhH"! she cries as undulating waves of an orgasm flashes through her. He pounds harder into her, groaning almost in pain as she clenches tightly around him and harshly fills her as Rose is taken by the overwhelming passion.

Another quick knowing motion later, Rose is lying comfortably against the bed with her legs spread carelessly. A vague impression of another body can be seen pressing hard and fast into her loins as she rides the aftershocks of ramphant desire's release. Visible shudders continue to hold Rose as the strangers forceful thrusts keep the savage climax from falling off its precipace.

"More?" He moans. "Do-you-want-MORE?" He demands as he quickens he pounds her heavily with is lust.

In a flash of movement, Rose found herself on her side, a leg supported upon an invisible shoulder, she was opened to a wild thrusting then, a carnal pounding she'd never felt before, it was painful for a moment, then she slickened to it, and it was beyond anything she'd ever felt before, maybe becasue nothing was there, but the signs of being fucked as hard as she was, her hips, the way they were being pressed in, with short shocking stabs of unseen hips... She could see how the lips of her pussy accomodated a cock, and if she had a mirror, a way to see, she could see how it penetrated her, forcing her open to its forceful slamming.

Seeing her secret self being held wide open and pushed to its limits by wild unseen thrusts made a feeling of circling unease thread through her ongoing consuming orgasm. The delicate lips surrounding her passage are forceably pushed aside and sucked back in by an invisible force. Mewling cries grow louder as the wonderful pleasure extends beyond Rose's strength and becomes almost a thing of pain.

Juts of lighting like pulses shudder within Rose's passage suddenly, a cock is erupting, unsheilded within her, its seed flooding into her, something thrashes beneith her as she works herself down upon it, the one giving her his seed, she realizes, she will never see, but something within her accepts this, accepts it wholey. hands caress her breasts as she feels the last of the flooding, jutting seed burn within her, it is so hot and thick that it coats her insides with a scorching, undenighable vengence.

The thing beneith her grows still, obviously in contentment.

The final waves of passion ebb slowly away and Rose sinks further into the bed in complete exhaustion. Instinctively, she turns to lie entwined with the stranger. Her head tucks in beneath his hard chin, her arm curls over his chest, sweat slick breasts cushion against his side, and one leg falls to a stop between his. Both of their breathing slow to a steady pace and only an occasional sigh of contentment can be heard in the dark hotel room.

"Remember me...I'll leave you with more than one thing to remember me by."

Within the glowing haze of dreams, a tall man stalks out of the misty blue-white fog. Swirling tendrils twist and try to cling along the naked form. Rose finds herself lying nude against rich furs and silken sheets. Her long sun streaked hair tumbling around her in a teasing frame of sensual display.

He swoops down upon her in confidence and brings her heartbeat to a losing race with one tantalizing tug of lips on pebbled pink brown tips. His hands felt rough but his touch was sure and soft. They roam all along Rose's body with will to raise the heat of desire beyond it's peak. Dipping down to her mound, one finger flicks her clit and chases the inevitable shivers with forceful thrusts into her wet tight passage. Every stroke like flames licking along every never ending. Exciting short gasping cries of need. Quick as a bird of prey striking down on it's chosen victum, he sucks the underside of one breast and bites it just enough to leave teeth marks. Slow draws of hot lips and masterful tongue takes away the pain. Laving a path of longing up to Rose's lips, he conquers her mouth in time to breathe in her screams of release.

Rose comes awake with a sudden jerk. Pulsing pleasure still causing her internal secret muscles to spasm quietly inside of her. Short spikey lashes lift and the room comes into vivid focus of normalcy. "Oh. My. God. That--" She gasps in pain when her usual quick movement to get up pulls unexpectedly sore muscles in places that haven't been exercised in a long time. "What? How-"

An echo of a voice whispering, "Remember me...I'll leave you with more than one thing to remember me by."

Hands fly up to her chest and cup them. The sensitive tips tingle as she rubs them lightly with wondering fingers. Glancing down, she notices the love bite. "Ohhhhhh, the dream. It...it was real?"

Rose rises up from the bed in a daze and takes a good look at herself in the bathroom mirror. The woman who looks back at her was unrecognizeable. Her hair fluff around her shoulders in wild tumbles, hazel eyes glow with sensual satisfaction, lips swell light red, and the purpling red bruises lie scattered all over her ripe curvey body. She shakes her head in disbelief and see's the image do the same. One hand goes up to cradle her head as it starts to pound. Rose turns the water on for a hot bath and adds some of the complimentary bath salts. As it fills up, she wanders back into the bedroom and takes a look at the clock.

"It's 5 PM!!!! How did I sleep so long? This is getting so weird... I..." Her breath comes out in uneasy exasperation. "I just need a bath. I'll think later."

Rose sinks into the steamy water and washes herself. Sinking down to her chin, she closes her eyes and relaxes. Soon her breathes slow and her head tilts slighty to the side as she falls deeper into the lands of sand and dreams.

A hand sinks into the water, its form outlined as it displaces that water. It reached in along Rose's thigh, parting her legs, Its ment to awaken her as it strokes along her skin. "Wake woman, wake for me." A thick male voice calls out loud enough to rouse her. The hand along her thigh lasilly sneeks toward her sex.

"Yess, wake..." The things voice reminded Rose of coiling snakes, and she was sure if a snake could talk, this would be its voice. Its fingers petted casually along the length of Rose's sex and the water still held shape about the invisible hand, up to its wrist, making it, in a way, visible. There was an odd sound, like a leather coat being shook through the air. A gentle breaze whafted over Rose then, the water rippled slightly in protest to it.

An oily voice catches her slumbering mind and urges her to wake. Resisting the call, she turns onto her side and ends up dunking herself into the chilly bath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhpppppphhhhhffft!"

Hands pull her out of the water by her waist and it appears as if she is hanging in midair. Yet, Rose could feel herself being brought forward and pressed against another. Startlement gives way to lightening strike of fear and all the impossiblities crash forcibly into her mind. Rose begins to struggle to free herself.

"Who? Who-who are you? What have you done to me? I-ahhhhhhhhhHHH--"

The stranger puts Rose down just long enough to change his grip on her. He swings her up into his arms and toss her onto the newly made bed. Trapping her body with his own, he hoarsely states, "You're mine now. Mine."

"Shush childe, I intend you no harm." The thing said, another whaft of air, another sound of leather. "A hand touched her ankle, finger tips slid up along her flesh, parting her legs, they moved over her claves, past her knees, up along her inner thighs, her skin showing the way the moved over her. Slowly, the things eased her legs apart, wide, leaving her sex open, vulnerable. A hot breath drifted against her, an unseen mouth mere inches from it. She thought she felt the touch of a tongue, but it was too light, to short of a touch to be sure. "Are you afraid?" The thing asked, its tone not really expecting an answer. Its hands were still holding her wide apart and if she looked, she could see her skin being pressed in the shape of palms and long fingers.

Rose squirmed ever so lightly, but the hands held her tightly. "Shh, you fear what you cannot see, but you would fear more if you did..." The thing said softly. She felt another phantom touch of a tongue against her sex, this time she was almost positive she felt it at least. The thing took a deep breath. "I breath you in, feed off you, but I will nurture you as well..." Its voice was like the curls of smoke in moonlight now. Its breath heated her wet skin.

Intense fear and a horrorible facination rushes through Rose. Her choppy breathes exhale in a thin moan like sound as she keeps her eyes tightly closed and feels the things the creature is doing to her. The words he's saying are secondary to the emotions his touch brings to life beneath her skin. Everywhere he touches, a fire of longing grows and ripples out to the very ends of her body.

A tantalizing cool breeze brushes along the center of Rose's passions. Causing her to draw in a sharp breath of excitment and release a small scream of fulfillment as a knowing hot tongue lavishes absolute attention to her overfilling well. Her legs are drawn over his shoulders and they brush against something smooth and rough. His silky long hair tangles around her legs and falls to tease the sensitive skin around her woman's nest. Mindlessly, Rose's hands scramble for purchase as undulating waves of desire rush in and out of her. A climbing rise which seems to have no end in sight.

Her fingers reach and clasp the creature's head closer to her wide open loins and pushes herself hard against him to bring him inside her. Unknowingly gasping, chanting between her constant climaxes, "Pleaaaaaaaase...pleaaaaaaase, now....UHHHHH! Take...meeee ahhhhhhHHHH! Please! NOW! Take me!.... UGGGGGGHHHHHHH!...-nside me now!....OOoOOOOoO--"

Ebon black skin forms around the mass of the thing between Rose's legs, smooth, like obsidien, a silk mane of hair drifts down its back, between long leathery wings. Her legs are gently held in place by those wings, they stroke and massage lightly along her calves. The creatures head is buried against Rose's sex, its eyes, which were closed, now opened, showing brightly amber in color. They were like the eyes of a cat. Drawing its tongue free of Rose's sex, it looked up, hands moving along her hips. "Will you give me your body? Your heart? Your soul? My hunger is great, and you feed it with all that you are..." It rose up, her legs still locked upon is shoulders, she was lifted slighly, and she felt an amasingly thick hard cock press upon her entrance. She was slick and it entered her with ease, sinking slowly inward, its length peirced beyond any other cock she had taken into herself before. Looking down at her with its strange eyes, it spoke. "Feed me your soul..." She felt its cock inside her move, long slow strokes, in and out, stretching her tight confines to its girth. "Your womb will be shelter to a demon, this is what I will give you..." Its hand pressed down upon her stomach, as if it was were claiming her womb with but a touch. there was a flash of a sensation, like a bolt of energy striking through her, the muscles all along her belly clenched for an instant then released slowly. She could not move very much, her legs still upon its shoulders, about all she could do, held like this was move her arms, her head, and wriggle her hips. The thing was slow in the way it took her, its hands still touched her lower stomach, and Rose became aware of a constant energy to his touch, penetrating into her, it felt as though its hands had slipped painlessly through her skin and were massaging along her center, her womb. Its eyes focused there, its lips parted, curling into a knowing smile.

The powerful thrust of the stranger's cock into her overly ready passage makes Rose scream with need. Her eyes flutter open as he continues to drive into her with a slow steady pace. Her sharp nails dig deeply into the creature's skin as he becomes more visible to her eyes. Out of nothingness, a dark form seems to gain more substance with each heartthrobbing explosion inside of her. Charcoal black skin stretches over well defined muscles, two thin yet powerful wings arch from his back and they move to caress her legs, and a pair of golden cat eyes shine down into hers with his hunger burning bright.

The phrases shelter a demon and my gift to you sinks into her mind beyond the fog of passion that holds her in it's possession. His touch upon her stomach makes a firey explosion within and it burns fiercer with each stroke of his large phallus. Each sprialing climax draws almost all her strength and yet each of his caresses seems to invigorate her with more life and unending lust.

Rose's hands reach up towards the ebony face and brings his head down for their lips to meet. A tightness in her heart eases and she gives of herself to him. Another soul wrenching orgasim shakes throughout her body, she moans with the pulsating blood tingling rhythum, and falls thankfully unconscious as the extraordinary pleasure ebbs.

"Mine... forever."

Even with Rose unconcious, the creature did not stop its deep thrusting, seconds passed, minutes, it would not cease, and it would still be fucking her when she awoke, several bursts of hot, oily seed filling her, seeping out slowly. "You will be the carrier of a plague of demons..." It growled as it came again, its ebon cock jerking violently with the explosion of its seed. Leaning down over her, freeing her legs from its shoulders, it began to suck upon her breast, rousing her back to wakefulness. When she stirred and began to make whimpering noises, the thing spoke. "It is done, you are marked, for all time, the Lilith of a new age, from your womb will come the future of hell." It spoke soothingly as it reached up to caress Rose's cheek as a father would a frightened daughter.