Something Wrong

I was both in my body and outside of it. Seeming to float in a different part of the room. From there the vision below was astounding.

I could see the powerful flexing of his back and backside. His tanned flesh moving sensually over me as he pounded into my backside.

Distantly, I could feel the agony, the self-pity I was dwelling in.

But from here, I could see that the strange silver-trimmed wings had folded up from my shoulders and then backward and down to lodge into his lower back.

Pushing him down and slowing his movements.

Sweat was beaded on him from the exhaustion of struggling against the unseen force.

Does he know?

The dark streamers were branching from him like sweeping tentacles, invading every part of me. But they were thinning over time.

Growing weaker.

Yet, those black and silver wings seemed to ripple as though they were somehow feeding on him in the same way he fed on me.

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