ShapeshifterA Story by AurafiexThe tale of a shapeshifter and her love.“Master… Don’t touch me there!” He cups his
hands around my breasts and fondles them roughly. It is an intoxicating
sensation, as each circular motion reverberates within me, sending electric
pangs through my flesh. I look away
from him, my face bright red like a ripe apple from embarrassment and
excitement. At the corner of my eye, I catch sight of a stained poster of his
favourite teen idol in all her glamorous beauty. According to him, her name is
Inori, and she is his one true love, a singer and model without equal. With
eyes like dazzling rubies and long pink hair, she seemed to be created solely
for the glory of stardom. “I love you, Inori.” To have my
master make love to me should have been an honour of the highest order. Yet, I
am ashamed and embarrassed at the mere thought of his sweaty body over mine.
Perhaps it is a sense of inferiority to his one true love, but it does not
matter, for mine is not to question, but to obey. “I…” I feel his
tongue slathering all over my right ear, dampening it with saliva. He is clumsy
with his licking, and I feel droplets of saliva fall on my cheek and neck.
While crude, I allow him to do so, because he enjoys it. I would do
anything for him. “Not another word, Inori.” “….” He grabs me by
the shoulders and forces me to look at him. His face is red with acne and
arousal, and his expression betrays the fires of lust that burn within his
heart. As I look into his eyes, I see the raw vitality of his youth gaze back
in turn, making each second seem like an eternity as he caresses my body with a
youthful hunger. “This feels like a dream come true!” “I… ahhh… ahhh!” His fingers
grow frenzied in their fondling as they work their way towards my crotch, as
though emboldened by the prospect of a reward. Now, I feel his hands on both my
breasts and crotch. His fingers are rough and unrelenting, sending jolts of
pleasure through my torso and legs. Unceremoniously,
he pushes me down towards the bed, causing my hair to cascade all over the
pillow like a pink shower. He is excited, as am I. I can no
longer see the light of his room, for he has me pinned down like a predator
would to its prey. His hands continue fondle my crotch and bosom with reckless
abandon while he brings his lips towards mine. I feel our tongues caress as if
caught in a loving embrace of their own. His kisses are sloppy, yet I enjoy
them so much, for they hold his unbridled affection for me. And now, I can
feel his manhood entering my body. It is a sensation that I have felt many
times, yet never once has it failed to send shivers of pleasure through my
body. I hear myself moan in excitement from the mass of flesh now moving within
me, seemingly as though I am no longer in control of my body. Despite this, I
try to break free from his grasp, but his grip on me is too firm, and my mind
too weak to fight back. As if in response to my resistance, each thrust becomes
stronger and faster, twisting my consciousness into a tangled skein of lustful
wanting. After what
seems to be an eternity of pleasure, I hear him yell in satisfaction. I too,
moan in unison with him, my body no longer able to withstand the burning
passion surging through my body. It is then I begin to feel something warm
inside of me, bringing forth a nice, tingly sensation. His once vigorous
thrusting is now much slower, having taken his fill of me. A big smile is
visible on his face as he gently fondles my breasts while he leans over to kiss
me on the forehead. He is happy, as am I, for his happiness is my reward. “You’re so good to me, master!” As I bask in
the warm glow of his pleasurable onslaught, I realise that his smile has soured
into a sombre expression. He has ceased caressing my breasts, and his back is
now turned away from me, as though he now shuns my naked body. It is an act
betraying his sadness and shame that he does every time our lovemaking is over,
as though it were a fleeting respite from the cruelty that is his life. Seeing
his sorrow makes me sad too, for I know that when he is outside this room, they
torment him when they are bored and beat him when they’re angry. Perhaps that
is why he is so rough when he makes love to me, because he sees me as a
punching bag for his frustrations, and that he wants to be in control of
something. Ultimately, it
doesn't matter, because he is my master, and I am his to play with as he sees
fit. “Inori… promise me that you’ll stay with me
forever.” He says this
to me in a shaky voice, his back still turned away from me. Despite this, I can
feel the desperation emanating from his words, as though silently begging me
for reassurance. “I… I’m all yours, master.”
I lean forward
to embrace him. From the corner of my eye, I see his lips relax into a nervous
smile. He is my one true love, and I want to be with him for all eternity.
Sadly… he is in love with Inori, and not me, for I am only a shapeshifter. © 2016 AurafiexAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on March 20, 2016 Last Updated on July 8, 2016 Tags: Shapeshifter, Sex, Make Love, Love, Mask, Embrace, Transformation, Affection, Unrequitted Love AuthorAurafiexSingaporeAboutHi! I enjoy World of Warcraft, music and swimming. I'm someone who writes for fun. Pardon any typos or mistakes, because I write on my phone(lol). I'm new here, so if you like what you see do.. more..Writing
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