Stalked (PM to join)

[shadowoftheheart]

OOC: I need a strong, capable male writer to play the vampire stalking me.

Other roles can be created as needed (additional victims, police, Hunters, or whatnot). Again, please PM me with your character idea before posting here.

A vampire cannot enter a private resident, house, apartment, whatnot, unless it entered there in life or is invited there. Once invited in, it cannot be kept out. Other than that, the vampire can follow or disregard any of the myths or conventions however you wish....

Background: Late November. Newton Falls sits under a lead-grey sky. The reports are that a blizzard is coming, an early and heavy snowfall that threatens to force the city to a stand-still just a few days before Thanksgiving ... and the major shopping day after.

IC:

The alarm went off. Five AM. The TV goes on, and I pull myself out of bed.

It is cold, but I enjoy the cold.

My loft apartment is pricey to heat, so I learned to like the cold, and to use blankets.

Major blizzard coming, the weathergirl says. She's cute, I think as I stretch my arms. Maybe I'll get some extra days off from work. Thanksgiving's a week from this Thursday. Two days off then. If the blizzard does what it's supposed to ....

I step out onto the porch. I am four floors up, at or above the rooftop level of the buildings immediately around me. I didn't worry about dressing before going out. The cold air hits my body, making my nipples pert. I shiver slightly, but it isn't uncomfortable.

I take a quick hot shower, which feels wonderful after the bracing, outside chill. I ride a bus in to work, so the traffic report is no concern.

My long red hair takes a long time to dry, even with the blow-dryer. Still, I am fine on time.


The busride is dull as usual. Mugumbe is his usual flirty self. Today he laughed at my rather short skirt, despite the cold weather. I just grinned and winked at him.

"You know I have icewater in my veins. I love the cold."

He just shakes his head.

"Lyssa, you are gonna catch a death from cold."


Work is standard. I take calls for a stock broker firm that does extensive online trading, and half the calls are technical calls that I have to forward to the IT department. Still ... it's a job.

It starts that evening.

Snow begins to drift down from the sky. The air has a knife-edge of chill to it. I shiver, honestly wishing for a change that I had worn pants.

And, I feel a Gaze. It burns into my back as I wait for the bus.

When I turn, no one is there. When I shiver again, it has nothing to do with the cold.

The bus is almost empty. I sigh, and nod to the bus driver. The evening driver I never recognize, it is someone new every day. Not like the friendly if lewd Mugumbe in the morning.

One other person, sitting in the very back of the bus. I glance back at him, but notice nothing unusual. I yawn, and look casually out the front window of the bus.

And feel the Burning Gaze on my back. The bus is in motion, hasn't stopped since I saw the man, but now when I turn around the bus is entirely empty.

I shudder deeply.

"Can we go faster?"

The bus driver looks back at me, muttering something.


I waste no time getting into the lobby of my apartment building. Locking the main door behind me makes me feel safe ... but I still sense Someone nearby.

The lift arrives, and I lift the gate up, ducking under.

Floor four. I open the other gate, duck under it also, and unlock the door to my lift apartment. It is the only thing on this floor, so I am safe as soon as I am here. Yet, I hurry into my apartment, locking that door behind me also.

I walk out onto the porch. The night is falling fast in the late autumn, with the low clouds and gentle snowfall.

And on the street, a Figure. He looks up at me. I shudder at his Burning Gaze. A sudden panic overtakes me, and I rush back into the apartment, locking the porch doors. The snow falls harder outside. The blizzard apparently is here early.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ooc:

I've sent you a PM in re a character. *S

PP

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Brathwaite:

His name in this time and place at least is Ergon Brathwaite, Lord Brathwaite in some circles.
He has recently moved to this city as he'd lived as long as reasonable in the European city he's just left, to remain longer would have brought unwanted questions.
Now he's seeking a consort to be his companion and lover, to perhaps 'turn' and make even more than that.

He’d prepared for his arrival by using a real estate agent to purchase property on the outskirts of the city; in fact it had been a farm prior to his purchase. Now the original house had been bulldozed and a new one erected in its place.

The house was all native stone and thick timbers with a basement that doubled as a wine cellar. The basement also had an addition. Behind one section of wine racks was a hidden door that led to a sub-basement, his sanctum sanctorum.

Ergon has been in residence for several weeks. During that time he’s prowled the city as he sought a new consort. The snow had begun again as he was on his way home, just walking slowly savoring the chill winds, the cool flakes on his face as he casually headed toward where he’d parked one of his new cars, the Mercedes SUV that he’d driven anticipating the snowy road conditions.

He was passing a block of apartments when a light high on the building across the road and in front of him goes on drawing his eyes up. Ergon stops when drapes part revealing the silhouette of an apparently nude woman. Two steps later he’s concealed within the shadows of the building across the sidewalk and gazing up at the woman as she pulls open the sliding door to her apartment.

His enhanced vision now clearly reveals the nude woman. Her round breasts sit high on her chest, and as he watches her nipples harden as the cold winds caress them. Goosebumps cover her nudity showing the cold is affecting more than just her nipples as she hugs herself and smiles into the darkness before tipping her head back briefly to let the snow flakes fall on it too.

The wind blows her titian red hair out as it also ruffles the carefully trimmed patch of hair the same color between her toned legs.

He hears her give a light laugh before turning and displaying a very firm rump to his gaze. Two steps and she’s back inside again and sliding the door shut behind her.

‘This one very well may do just fine,’ Ergon thinks to himself as he watches her retreat from the glass door without bothering to close the drapes.

Within moments he’s standing on the balcony watching her through the glass door as she goes about her morning rituals.

He can feel his arousal growing as he watches as she dries the water from her nude body after her shower. It intensifies as he watches how her firm breasts move as she twists and turns holding the blow drier in one hand and brushing her hair with the other.

Her ass tenses and flexes, her waist twists side to side, her breasts swing and sway, bounce as much as their firmness allows as the brush moves from hand to hand and strokes her thick and silky hair.

He’s noted that there apparently isn’t anyone else living with the woman, another plus factor in her consideration.

‘Yesss,’ he thinks to himself, [/i] ‘this one is definitely worth investigating and if not worthy of becoming my consort she is most definitely worthy of becoming at least the occasional feast and fulfillment in other ways too.’[/i]

As she begins to dress Ergon takes himself to the Mercedes and drives to park across from her building. He follows her to the bus stop in SUV and then the bus to where she gets off.

He slowly idled down the nearly empty street following her to her work place and notes the address. He’ll be here at dark to see if he’ll be able to follow her home from work to get a closer look at his possible consort.

His drive to his estate and the day of rest passes uneventfully. The two he’d bound to him to serve as maid and manservant take care of all the needed things as he’s slept, including gassing the Mercedes for this evening’s trip to the city.

Night falls early in the winter so by 5:30 Ergon’s waiting outside of the building where the woman works. His unfathomable age and experience has made him immune to the curse fledglings have in having to avoid sunlight. It’s uncomfortable to his eyes, but it’s fatal as it is to fledglings. When she comes out he follows her unobtrusively and takes up a place against a building behind her as she waits for the bus to arrive.

Making himself invisible to human eyes he stares at her. His eyes glide over her body from her blowing hair to where the wind molds her skirt to the firm swells of her bottom and the backs of her legs, both of which he’d watched appreciatively that morning in their natural state.

‘Ahhh,’ he chuckled to himself as she turned and looked right at him without seeing him, ‘she’s a perceptive one. Yet another plus in her favor.’

When the bus arrives he passes her and takes a seat at the very back of the bus. Her glance takes him in without truly seeing him and as the bus pulls away he again vanishes from human sight.

His silent steps take him to the seat directly behind her. Leaning forward his slowly inhales deeply taking in her scent, and he again smiles to himself before sitting back and just looking at her.

Another smile as her shudder shows she’s aware of his gaze, and can’t understand where he could have gone since she just saw him at the back of the bus moments ago.

She’s followed to her residence, Ergon just steps off the bus and walks behind her. Even ‘invisible’ had she turned she would have seen his footprints in the snow, but her unease has her hurrying to get inside so she doesn’t look back.
Once she’s inside he crosses the street and moves to stand under a street light. In the light and due to the snowfall he’ll just appear as a silhouette to her if she looks down and sees him.

The apartment lights come on. Within moments the balcony’s sliding door opens and she’s outside, and looking down right at him.

He smiles as he feels the fear course though her as she looks down at him for mere moments before retreating inside and closing the door once more.

Within seconds he’s again invisible and once more on the balcony watching through the parted drapes.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

My fingers are shaking as I work the lock on my balcony doors. There is Something I have never felt before in the air tonight, a chill that has nothing to do with the weather, or the snow.

Gasping for breath, feeling a surging wave of panic, I look out the glass doors, telling myself I am safe, that there is no reason to fear.

No reason. No reason to think that what I see is anything but imagination. No, the snow could not be landing on nothing like that, no. No, I do not see once more the vague outline of a Man, a snow-crusted outline. It's not real, no. No, it can't be. No, there are not invisible Eyes burning into my soul.

The curtains are tied to the walls, with ribbons that are not meant to be undone. Who could see into my room from the distances, heights, angles, between my apartment and other buildings around? The ribbons tear in my haste to close off the glass doors from the View that cannot be there.

I back away from the doors, shuddering, praying to Gods I don't believe listen that whatever is There will not be able to enter during the night.

Somewhere in the midst of my Terror, I lie down on the bed and drift into a disturbingly dream-free sleep.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Breathwaite:

His laughter, as the drapes drop to cover the glass doors, is carried away by the storm’s winds.

While he can no longer see her with his eyes, Ergon can still sense her every emotion and saviors her fears as he shall savior her taste, the sweet coppery scent and taste of her blood as he feeds as well as the scent and taste of her sex as he also tastes her there before, if she’s worthy, he claims her and takes her. Before he makes her his consort for as long as she’s pleasing and inventive in coming up with ways to please him, give him pleasure.

Her youth compared to his great age, the freshness of her newfound terror are all like the finest wines to a connoisseur.

His eyes follow her movements through her dwelling as unerringly as if he could in fact see her as she retreats into her bedroom in the loft.

He scales the wall until he’s able to once more see her physically through the swirls and eddies of blowing snow as well as mentally. When she’s settled herself onto the bed Ergon urges her into a deep sleep, sleep that opens her unconscious mind to his.

Once he has access to her unconscious Ergon begins to implant within the depths of her mind a connection between fear or terror and her sexual arousal, one of all normal human’s prime urges and the one that gives the greatest results when it comes to training... and breaking down a psyche to remold it as he chooses.

When the pathways have been made and remade, strengthened into unbreakable links connecting her fears and her lust and passion, her arousal, Eron departs.

He finds a likely woman and feeds as he takes her again and again driving her to the brink of madness as her climaxes come one after another in a seemingly endless succession mind and body wracking orgasmic sensations.

She’s left alive to recover. When she’s done so she will be forever changed and deep in her mind will look for Ergon’s return hoping against hope that he’ll grant her what he did as he fed on her blood and ecstasy.

He returns to Lyssa’s, as he’d heard the bus driver call her, apartment and once more reinforces the links and bonds in her mind. He only leaves when she’s tossing and writhing on the bed in deep sexual need that only he’ll be able to give her. Any other will be less than satisfying... unless they can cause the same amount of fear and terror that is.

Ergon returns home once more and sleeps until midmorning. This time he chooses to take the Land Rover to the city so he can resume his surveillance to learn Lyssa’a habits.

Upon his arrival he again cloaks himself in invisibility and begins to watch her mentally as well as through her loft window. The blizzard has ended, but the wind is still, to human’s bitter cold, to Ergon just chilly.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I start awake with a violent shudder. My breath comes in ragged pants, and I have the Sense of eyes burning upon me. My body seems to tingle, as waves of despirate horror surge over me.

I blink, shaking my head. The curtains are still closed. It was an un-remembred nightmare. That's it. That's all. I ignore the wet spot on the covers between my legs.

I close my eyes, lie backdown ... and the clock radio goes off. Five AM. On comes the television. I groan, but my schedule is tight. If I hit the snooze bar once, the entire trip in is thrown off.

At least I have something to focus on.


Reflexively, I dress more conservatively today. My skirt is longer, my blouse sturdier and longer sleeved. I wear a heavy winter jacket.

Mugumbe grins as I board the bus.

"Sp ya finally woke up, Lyssa?"

I grin.

"Got tired of you looking at my legs."

"Miss, I ain't never seen your legs. I've been focused on that butt of yours."

I laugh. His wedding-band tells me he's all talk. Today, it feels particularly good. Good, because this is one thing that feels normal.

The rest of the world ... buried in the white of snow, with more on the way according to today's weather ... is a strange and unfamilliar place.

Every shadow seems to move. Behind me I sense a Presence. Watching me. Eyes burning into the back of my head. Like yesterday, when I turn ... there is nothing.


For the first time in my life, work is a welcome respite. I focus on the problems of my customers. We are busy today, as investors are weighing their options on the up-coming Christmas buying season. I am asked for advice, asked for help moving stock, and as always, asked technical questions about the web site and why it is ... or isn't .... Those calls I forward.

At First Break, Tabatha came over to me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"Sugar, you okay?"

"Oh ... I've just felt ... strange since yesterday. Like ... I am being watched. Followed."

She nods.

"Mmmm Hmmm. I thought there was something wrong. You been too damn quiet. Listen, it's almost Thanksgiving, so a bunch of us were gonna go out tonight. With the blizard round two supposed to be hitting, and the Holidays beginning ... well, we won't get another good chance for a while. Say, why don'cha come with us? I mean, what are you gonna do tonight? Go home to that big old empty apartment of yours and mope with the TV on? Fuck that. Come with us. Get drunk and wild!"

I laugh softly.

"I'll come. Sounds like a blast. Though, I don't get drunk, or wild."

"Fine. Meet me in the parking garage after work."


The rest of the day passes uneventfully. As the shift ends, I take a left instead of a right turn, towards the garage. I don't see Tabatha.

The garage is strangely silent. A cold breeze tears at my clothes, and I shrug my shoulders and hunker deeper into my coat. A few stray snowflakes waft past.

"Tabby?"

Where the hell is she? I have already missed my bus, so I hope to hell I am not being stood up.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Breathwaite:

He watched as she rose and noted the wetness his mental arousal left behind on both sheets on her bed with a smile as he thought, "Yesss, just as perceptible as I thought she was, even as she sleeps."

Today he elected to remain invisible and follow her through her day. That was how he'd heard about her going out after work with co-workers, and a plan formed as he considered he options.

He didn't do anything to disrupt her plans, instead he remained with her as she left for the parking garage and listened as she called out, "Tabby?" with an upset look on her face.

'Ahhh, this is even better,'[i/] thought to himself, 'If Tabby doesn't show up that leaves us alone here in the dimly lit concrete cavern several floors above the street.'

He moved closer and slowly, quietly and deeply inhaled her scent as he called to mind how she looked on her balcony in all of her glorious nudity. And there was a definite stirring in the crotch of his trousers as they both waited.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

My eyes grow wide. What is it I feel? My skin crawls, as I feel that sensation of Eyes, boring into my body. Nothing around me.

Was I supposed to meet Tabby at her car? That could take all night, just to find it. What was she driving? Wasn't it one of those Navagator SUVs? Or was that Beth? No, Beth had one of those new Cadillacs. Ummm.. Amy had the Jeep until she rolled it last week. It wasn't even icy then ....

A hand touches my shoulder and with a shriek I am jolted out of my pointless musings back into the reality of the cold, dark parking garage.

"Jesus!"

Tabatha jumps back.

"Damn girl! You gotta switch to decaf!"

"Sorry. That ... feeling came over me again. Like I was being watched."

"Oh. That happens to me here all the time too. I thought you were gonna wait inside the building. I've been there the last five minutes. C'mon. We're gonna be late."

She drags me to a Ford Focus (good car for icy roads, I think with a smirk) and packs me into the passenger seat. I start to feel better, as she starts the car, and a wave of classic Country music comes out of her radio. I glace at her in surprise.

She shrugs. "First boyfriend was a redneck. Got me hooked on this stuff."

Once we hit the roads, she slowly and carefully navigates through the icy roads that are, thankfully, nearly empty because of the weather.

When she finally stops the car, it is at a little, out of the way dive. I wonder what is the draw here ... until we enter the bar. Yes, it was a strip club, and no there were no women on the stage.

A gang of my co-workers were already here, yelling and hollering at the men on stage.

I buy a beer, and sit with my friends, but that is all. For some reason, the displays on stage hold no interest for me. At least I don't feel watched in here.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Eron Breathwaite:

He flies along above and behind the car as it traverses the city to an out of the way dive of some sort named the "Hen House".

As they go inside he looks through the door at the gaggle of women clapping and cheering for the men dancing on state and some tucking bills into abbreviated g-strings when the men are close enough.

It seems she'll be here for at least a short while so Ergon takes flight again seeking prey.

As he scans the streets and alleys for a likely subject, he spies a man threatening another with a knife and hears him demand his wallet or he'll cut him. Ergon decides to intervene.

He lands in a doorway behind the robber and materializes. Two steps and he's out of the doorway and visible to the victim, who's mouth gapes open as he prepares to call for help.

"Well, well. What do we have here. A petty crook trying to rob an honest working man instead of getting a job of his own and earn his own money.
"What is this city coming to," he ends rhetorically.

The knife weilder spins and blurts out, "Fuck off asshole or I'll carve you like a turkey at Thanksgiving."

Ergon motions the victim away as he slowly approaches the robber and says, "You wouldn't care to bet your life on that would you?"

The sound of shoes hitting the pavement signal the pervious victime taking flight. The mugger glances back and sees that he's lost his original victim and turns back to Ergon again growling, "Now fuckhead it's your wallet or your life instead."

He feints to the left and thrusts the knife to the right, but he's no match for either Ergon's speed or his superhuman strength.

His wrist is gripped and he's jerked forward and off balance. A steel hard fist impacts his ribs as he stumbles forward and there's the audible *CRACK* as several break on impact. His mouth flies open to scream in pain, but there's no air left in his lungs.

Ergon casually drags him into the alley he'd likely lurked in while waiting, and Ergon feeds. When he's finished he thrusts the knife, still in the man's hand, into the marks on his throat and leaves him lying there in a small pool of his own blood to confuse the issue.

Taking flight again he returns to the "Hen House" and waits outside for his budding consort to appear so he can continue his stalk.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I actually start to have fun, after a few beers, then a few mixed drinks.

I do the obligatory stuff-a-dollar-bill-down-a-stripper's-crotch routine ... yet that somehow seems bland. As though ... something is missing.

Still, the alcohol helps me block out the Feeling.

We are chased out of the club, and I stagger back to Tabby's car. She is laughing at me.

"Don't get drunk, huh? Girl, you are wasted!"

She in contrast is cold sober. I don't know how she did it.

"You know where I live?"

"Yeah, sure do hon. I'll get ya safe home."

"Damn. I am gonna feel this tomorrow."

"It's supposed to blizard again. In fact ... I think it's starting to snow again now. Shit, we'd better get on outta here!"

The drive is actually scary. The snow has started to fall heavily, nearly whiting out the view. Tabby is a good driver, but even she feels the car skid and slide on the road. It takes many minutes, but at last, they arrive in front of my apartment.

"Thanks again hon! Man, I owe you for this!"

"Nah! It's cool. Hey, be careful on the ice."


When I arrive at my apartment, I open the curtains to my porch, wondering why I had them closed. I then see that there is a message on my answering machine.

"Lyssa. This Mr. Green. Don't come in to work tomorrow. I'm giving everyone another day off. With pay. Heck, you already have Thursday and Friday, why not Wednesday too, right? Hey, stay safe and don't go out into the snow unless you have to."

Five days without work. Five days alone in the apartment.

Five days that I am not expected to arrive anywhere.

I shiver and turn up the heat. But it isn't that. No, despite the alcohol, I can feel It, just on the corner of my Drunk. I glance at the glass porch-doors.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Breathwaite:

He follows her back as her friend drives her home and goes directly to her balcony where he materializes once again.

He mentally follows her as the lift, or elevator as the Americans call it, brings her to her floor. He follows her as she enters her loft apartment and vanish from human sight once more as the drapes part flooding the balcony with light from inside.

As he watches, and listens, she takes her message and he's energized. She has 5 days that no one will look for her or expect to see her. 'Tonight's the night,' Ergon thinks to himself with an anticipation he hasn't felt in many long years.

Materializing once more he stands watching her, waiting to pounce as a predator springs and pounces on its helpless prey.

When she turns to glance at the patio through the doors, his mental control being felt already as her mind's relaxed by the alcohol she's consumed, her eyes meet his... and are captured by them. His mesmerizing gaze locks with her and holds her eyes.

He thinks forcefully as he also speaks in a voice barely heard through the glass doors so she can hear him mentally as well as barely audibly, "Come to me. Come and open the door. Come to me and open the door."

Over and over he repeats it and as she begins to shuffle toward him, eyes locked with eyes, "Come to me, open the door and invite me inside out of the cold and snow.
"Come to me. Open the door and invite me inside. Invite me in out of the cold.
"You don't want me to have to stand out here in the snow and cold. Open the door and invite me inside."

"You know you want to invite me inside. You need to let me in out of the cold. Open the door and ask me to come inside," he continues as she pauses just inside the glass door with her hand partially raised, fighting a losing fight against his mental domination.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

The Burning Eyes are looking into mine through the glass doors. I shudder, my own eyes grow wide with terror.

But. I cannot tear my eyes from His. I step towards the doors. One step. I stop. No, I have to turn away. Turn away. Why? I can't let Him shiver out there in the cold, can I?

Wait, how did he get up here? That's the porch.

Another step. Stop! Parts of my brain scream at other parts of my brain. Burning eyes scorch away the Reasonable parts of me. I am left quivering, helpless without my Self to protect me any longer.

Step. I raise my hand to open the glass doors. No, no no! A small part of Me remains. I try to move my hand back, and in horror I see it move forward, onto the door-knob.

A turn. The door opens, and snow blows into the apartment with a swirling motion. Cold air blasts me. I shiver violently, and not entirely from the cold. Cold, cutting into my Soul. I am lost.

"Come in. Come in out of the cold and the snow. I don't want you to stand out there in the cold. Won't you, come inside?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Breathwaite:

The door slides open and he awaits her invitation, for without it he's unable to enter a place not previously visited. The movies and books got that part right at least.

As she looks more and more deeply into his eyes giving her will to him her tremulous voice says, "Come in. Come in out of the cold and the snow. I don't want you to stand out there in the cold. Won't you, come inside?"

That is all and even more invitation that he needs. Ergon steps through the door and slides it closed then locks it behind him as he stands looking down at her. Stands close enough to her that her nipples lightly press against his cold and snow dusted shirt hardening and peaking as she looks up so very helplessly.

His base voice fills her ears as he speaks to her for the very first time, "Why thank you my fire haird lovely woman. It is indeed very cold outside.
"You've seen me, you've felt me the last few days haven't you?
"You know why I'm here. You know and you wish what I do, don't you?"

A cool hand rises to cup the side of her face as they gaze at each other, one spellbound and the other spinning the spell.

"Tell me your name and tell me why I'm here with you and what you want. Tell me both, now please."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

I shudder, trying to flinch away from his touch.

I have felt him, felt the fear that radiates from him. I do not want him, I do not want the fear!

Yet.

Yet, I can feel my body tingle. Between my legs, heat spreads. A hot, wet sensation that I know he can Ease, and none other can.

I wonder ... is this even real? Or is this a dream, a fevered alcohol-induced fantasy?

"I am Jalyssa Bower. Everyone just calls me Lyssa. You are here ... to ... make me yours."

I do flinch at this. I back up away from him with the last shred of Self in me, the last final fight against his domination.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Breathwaite:

"Hello Lyssa and so I shall call you. It's a very pretty name for a lovely woman."

"You're, of course, correct Lyssa. I am here to make you mine. I'm here to claim you and to introduce you into a world you most likely have no idea exists.
"As you'll soon learn it's a world of incredible and intense pleasure beyond your wildest imagination and to continue to live in that world you'll find that you'll beg me to do anything to or with you, you'll do your utmost to conjour up ways to please me and give me please.
"Are you ready for that world Lyssa?
"If so undress yourself. Bare the body that will be and is mine to me. Show it to me as you did from the balcony the other morning my Lyssa."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

With a quiet gasp, and a soft shudder of fear/pleasure, I slowly hook my thumbs into the elastic waist of my skirt, and slide it over my thighs, allowing it to fall into a cloth pool around my feet. Looking into his eyes with a look of uncertainty, of anticipation, I undo my blouse, button by button, until it is open. I ease it off my shoulders, and allow it to flutter to the floor.

I step away from my skirt, leaving behind my shoes, and reach behind me. With another gasp, of surprise at what I am doing, I unhook my bra, and allow it to fall away. My breasts are modest handfulls, but my nipples immediately react to the cold air that caresses them and they firm up.

I reach down to my panties ... pausing. One last surge of Self makes me take a step back. I shake my head, glancing at him with renewed fear ... fear that silently and strangely becomes desire, arousal, in me. I shudder once more, and know beyond a doubt that I am lost. What remains?

My panties slide down to my ankles.

I walk over to him, naked. His. My body, my soul, my mind, bare to him.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ergon Breathwaite:

He stands still and quiet watching as each article of clothing falls to the floor until Lyssa's standing before him as nude as she was the first time he saw her on the balcony.

However, this time rather than being silouetted from behind she was fully revealed in all her glory by the lights in the room as she approches him slow step after step until she stops directly in front of him looking up into his eyes.

"Now my Lyssa undress me as you've undressed yourself.
"The only difference will be that as you uncover each part of me I wish to feel these," and his hand grips and squeeze her breasts, "lovely breasts rubbing against me until I, too, am nude.
"Then you will tell me what you wish me to let you feel Lyssa.
"Is that clear? Do you have any questions," he asks as both her nipples are pinched and twisted.