Dreams and Desires (13 page)

Raijamoon's eyes slowly opened to see the adoring face of his familiar staring at him. Her pretty blue eyes were wide apart with wonder. Her graceful, full, round breasts seemed to be thrust out to him in invitation for his touch. Her lips were open and trembling as if in need.

He sensed she was in need. During the night, the sea of fluids he had deposited within her had assimilated fully into her system. Her lust for him was strong. He recognized the essence of the Whole that had seeped into her during her dreams, her body serving as a vessel for the lifeblood of his existence in this realm. He would need to feed on her, to draw it into himself, to make himself stronger. His strength would intensify his powers and they, in turn, would allow him to absorb and receive sustenance from her emotions and passions and that of others like her. For there would be others, minds he would have to control, bodies which would become his servants. The dream man the woman had conjured had no inclinations which would allow him to commune with males as he did with females and he would not be able to establish the sexual bond needed for such use. He would be able to influence and, to some extent, control male minds, but it was nothing compared to the connection he could establish with female thoughts and emotions.

Somehow this day he would need to make preparations for his entry into the world. His first priority, however, was to relieve his familiar of the burden she was carrying. The energies that had passed through her during the night would have supercharged her body with lust. Like a vessel about to burst, he needed to drain her passions, allow her to release the forces that had built up in her.

Raijamoon smiled at the distressed woman, rubbing his hand on her cheek to assuage her troubled mien. He threw off the covers and, leaning over her, unfastened her ankles from her wrists. He unbound the wrists as well, only to affix them to the headboard above her.

His cock was hard as the woman's sexual energy conveyed itself to him through their strengthening bond. He placed himself between her widespread, inviting lower limbs and stroked her tender flesh, her belly and her breasts, her hips and her inner thighs. He needed to convert her sexual longing to sexual excitement. When he saw her lips parted and pursed, her breasts hardened with blood, her hips gyrating with need, he placed his cock at the entrance to her womb and slowly entered it.

Kelly sighed deeply as the man's thick, hot rod pressed into her. It was like all she had dreamed of in life had come true. She felt the man place his weight upon her. Electricity passed between their skins. His chest crushed her breasts and his legs circled around the outside of her knees locking themselves around her shins. The man used his strong legs to pull hers wider and wider until his pelvis bone was shoved up against hers. His hands slowly caressed her arms until they joined together with hers above her head. His mouth covered her lips and his tongue slipped between them, establishing his hot, fevered presence in her mouth. She felt like every inch of the front of her body was in contact with his electrifying skin. Suddenly, she felt herself coming. Her pussy wrenched with repeated hard, almost unbearable spasms. Her imprisoned hands gripped his fiercely as if to a lifeline. As she came, she felt the powerful, inexplicable force which had amassed within her flowing from her body to his. It was like she was emptying herself. Her body shook and her heart pounded in her chest.

The dream man was in ecstasy as the energies of the Whole passed into him. He felt the female's pussy clench his enflamed cock tightly at each of its powerful convulsions. Her tongue sought union with his and she cried and moaned beneath him. It would be like this every morning now. They could never be apart for very long, a few days at most. If he could manage it, they would never be apart for more than 24 hours. His existence depended on their closeness and physical intimacies. Separation from him would cause her intense, excruciating anxiety. It would be difficult, though, to bring her on his quest. He needed to be able to move about surreptitiously, and she would be like a walking signpost to his enemy.

She would need to be well cared for when he was away. It was one of the reasons he needed servants.

The female took a while to recover from the draining of the Whole's essence from her. She lay listlessly on the bed for about an hour, her hands still bound to the bed frame. Raijamoon took the time to begin to explore her living room, testing the communication devices. The television fascinated him. It had a great volume of information, none of it valuable, but it presented its content with all the earnestness of a camp meeting preacher. The computer was another story. He learned to connect to the Internet and was able to access a number of news records that were informative. There was a vast supply of scientific information, some of it spurious, but here and there he found a kernel that would be important as he solidified his base and prepared to complete his mission.

He made love to the female again after she had recovered from her stupor. She received him enthusiastically, moaning with rapture as he stroked his cock this time into the small hole between her rear cheeks.

She was kneeling dreamily in the kitchen when it happened, naked, her hands bound behind her, eating the small spoonfuls of peanut butter he was feeding her and drinking milk. There was not much of it left.

The telephone rang.

Kelly jumped as the jarring sound echoed throughout the small house. It took her a moment to realize what it was. When she had recovered enough to realize it was the phone, a deep feeling of uncertainty ran through her. It was the outside world on the other end of the line. The world she had almost forgotten about. Her conflict about her future came back to life. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow was Monday. What would happen then? And how would she deal with whoever was calling her? Would the man allow her to speak? Was the ringing of the phone the death knell for her bond with her dream lover? Would he leave now that the inevitable intrusion of the reality outside of her four walls had come closer? If he was a madman, and had somehow drawn her into his psychotic world, was her doom now sealed?

The telephone rang four times and then the answering machine kicked in. The man stared at her while her voice cheerfully spoke, “Hi, this is Kelly. I can't come to the phone right now so please leave a message after the beep and I'll get right back to you.” There was a few seconds pause and then the machine went, “Beep!"

A bright, young female voice came on the line. “Hiya, Kelly, this is Adele. I guess you're in the shower or something. I'll be there about twelve for lunch. Don't worry about making anything. I'm picking up a quiche from the New Age Deli and some salad. And I'm gonna bring a big bottle of wine, so don't plan on doing anything else for the rest of the day. See ya soon."

The man and the woman both looked up at the kitchen clock simultaneously. It was a little after 10:30. Adele would be there in an hour and a half, sooner, if she was early.

The man looked back at Kelly the same time she looked back at him. He had a stern, almost angry look on his face. Kelly had forgotten all about Adele and the tentative date they had made on Friday to get together today. She had planned to make her excuses and had then filed it away somewhere in her mind. As she suffered the disapproving glare of the dream man, she realized she had somehow sinned in his eyes. Was he angry because she hadn't told him about it or because Adele was coming? Somehow, she sensed it was the former. But how could she tell him if she wasn't allowed to talk? He seemed to have the ability to probe her mind, to know what she knew, what she wanted, what she was thinking. By not thinking about it, she had hidden it from him

Kelly realized her sin consisted of storing this information somewhere he couldn't find it. How was she to know? She hadn't even met him until many hours later. Even as she thought that, she knew his possession of her had deprived her of the right to keep anything from him. She would, hereafter, need to scour her brain for every little detail that might be important to him, open her mind up to him entirely.

Her mind took the next step. “Adele!” she thought. “She's in danger!” What would he do to her? How could she stop him? How could she warn the happy go lucky Southern belle who would be walking into the nefarious control of her dream man? For she realized at that instant that that's what it was, nefarious. He was controlling her, doing things to her for some mysterious, perhaps evil, purpose. It was too late for her, she knew that. Somehow, he had taken control of her. She could not resist him. She needed him more than she ever needed anyone or anything. But Adele! She had to do something, anything to save her!

All at once she realized that the man had read every one of her thoughts. She saw his angry reaction right in his eyes. She had diverted her will from his and, if only for a moment, consciously plotted to oppose him. He was going to punish her! She knew it! Suddenly, mind wrenching fear swept through her. Tears of dread and self pity came to her eyes.

Raijamoon watched the female's body sag as she began to cry. He read her fear of him. She was right to be afraid; he was angry, angry with himself as well as her. How had he missed it? He was reminded that his ability to read the woman's mind was not unlimited. Unless he drove deeply into her psyche, an action that might prove counterproductive since it would certainly disturb the very mental processes he needed to preserve, there would always be more to discover about her. He had been overconfident, had failed to take full advantage of the tools of persuasion and seduction he could use. He had been distracted by the exciting sensuality of his new existence. This was the second time, the first being yesterday when he had frolicked in the stream oblivious to the fact that the woman was waking. That had been a close run thing. He would not make this mistake again. He was in a strange and ultimately hostile world, surviving only through the lifeline of the female's existence. What if the next time it was something worse than the mere fact someone was coming over, someone he could easily deal with?

He rose from his chair and stepped over to the kneeling, sobbing woman. She was right to be afraid. She had sinned grievously, both by failing to reveal to him her friend was expected and then by trying to oppose his will, to consider taking action that would frustrate his ability to contend with the pretty, young girl who was on her way. She would have to learn a severe lesson.

Kelly tried to shy away when the man's hand reached out for her shoulder. But his mind had frozen her in place. At the instant his flesh made contact with hers, a feeling of deep, bitter unhappiness came over her. Every cell in her body seemed to fall ill. Her insides seemed to twist and turn sickeningly. Her mind begged him to release her, to remove his hand from her, to stop the flow of misery into her, but it kept going on and on and on. It was a deeper, harder feeling than he had inflicted on her before, more personal, as if intentionally cruel. She looked at him, her face a mask of misery, and tried to speak, to beg surcease, but was only able to muster repeatedly the bare beginnings of a single syllable, “Pluhhhhhh! Pluhhhhhh! Pluhhhhhh!” The sounds came from her like the monotonous tones from a scratch on a warped record, jumping back and releasing the same wavy, distorted sound again and again. When the miserable feelings inside her intensified, she understood she had committed another sin by attempting to speak. Even pleas for mercy were outlawed.

Raijamoon withdrew his hand when he realized he had continued the woman's punishment longer and far harder than he had intended. His human brain had taken control of him. Anger was not an emotion his race was familiar with, at least not in their domain. They had put it aside eons ago. He felt shame that he had violated one of the precepts of the Whole. He had harmed beyond justification a sentient being. The woman needed to be punished, it was clear. However, the purpose of punishment was to teach, not to cause pain. The female didn't know any better. She was still evolving as his familiar and had many steps yet to take. The very subordination of her mind to his limited her ability to anticipate what he would want from her. Her psyche had been filled with what was to her unexplainable feelings and desires so strong they had pushed aside her ability to think beyond the moment.

And yet, her lack of understanding of her obligations to him did not vitiate the need for punishment. She needed to be deterred whenever she went down a wayward path and to understand clearly that for her errors she would receive a stern and deserved retribution. Nor did it justify or explain her revolt against him. He would need to explore this, calmly, rationally, without rancor or ill will. She was not a prisoner to be tortured or abused when the whim or fancy struck him. That was not the way of the Whole. She was a primitive, albeit sentient, creature, entrusted to his care, who needed to be instructed and guided, even if from time to time it meant she would suffer unpleasant, unhappy consequences.

The woman looked up at him with fear and misery. He would have to undo the damage he had done. She needed to feel his warmth and caring for her. It was not only his responsibility as a superior being, but it was vital to the process of maintaining and strengthening their bond.

Raijamoon knelt down in front of the distraught woman and placed his hands on the side of her head, locking his gaze into hers. She resisted him, as he knew she would, but she quickly succumbed to the messages of comfort and desire he sent to her. He probed her mind and soothed the disturbed parts of it. He took her lips with his and kissed her tenderly, lovingly. He conveyed to her his sorrow at hurting her, his promise to care for her, his assurance he would not harm her friend.

Kelly's mind revolted when the man took his position in front of her. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to control her. She tried to back away, but a feeling of ease and peace quickly flooded her brain through his large, strong hands. She felt his mind entering hers and was surprised when she detected his remorse at what he had done to her. She was stunned he would reveal himself so. It was his first, direct, specific psychic contact with her. The authenticity of his emotion overwhelmed her. No one had ever cared for her like this. She was ashamed at her rebellion against him. Even as his lips pressed against hers and his tongue entered her mouth, she began to cry again, this time not in pain, but in sorrow. She felt responsible for his outburst of anger and bitterly regretted causing it. She wanted to put her arms around him, to hold him, to express her devotion to him.