The Body Flicker 소설 & 이야기

If there are absolutely no feelings involved, then why did I spend forty-five minutes last night secretly watching his previous hockey game highlights on my phone? Why does my entire body react every single time he touches me? I really wish I could fuck him though. Please, Christ, Flora! I scolded myself, aggressively shaking my head to clear the thought. Get a grip. That would never happen in a million years. I will never, under any circumstances, end up in Tyler Sinclair's bed. “Uhm... what is actually wrong with you, Flo?” Lucille asked, her voice drawing out the syllables as she watched me shake my head like a lunatic. “You look like you're having an argument with yourself.”

Her bod⁠y shook violently. Her inner wa⁠lls​ fluttered and squeezed around‌ his thic⁠k veined c‌ock. My own bo​dy was on fi‌r‍e. My​ nipp‍l​es were painfully tight. T⁠hey throbbed against the fabric of my dr‍ess l⁠ike they were begging‌ to⁠ be sucked and bitten.

To touch her where she’s slick and hot and ready for me. That’s when it happens. One second, she’s arching into my touch, her eyes glazed with pleasure. The next… she’s gone. Her body goes utterly still. Then it starts to tremble. Not the tremble of pleasure. This is a violent, full-body shudder. Her eyes fly open, but they’re not seeing me. They’re blank. Distant. Fixed on some horror only she can see. The color drains from her face, leaving her chalk-white.

I screamed, my body beginning to convulse. I couldn't help it. As he gave one bone-deep shove, my climax hit me like a physical blow. I felt the gush of my own release spray against his stomach, a hot, frantic fountain of fluid that soaked the leather. My internal walls were clamping down on him in a desperate, rhythmic pulse. "Look at that mess," Garrick panted, his eyes fixed on the lens as he watched me twitch. "She's a gusher for the camera. You see that? She's soaking the whole room for you."

“Step one, don’t die. Step two, find out why everyone suddenly loves me. Step three scream internally.” Her fingers twitched. The plan was simple: fight if they tried to drag her anywhere. She’d surprise them. Maybe even kick someone in the shin for good measure. Except… she didn’t. When she tried to move, to act, something… flickered. A strange hum spread through her skull, faint but sharp, like static crawling under her skin. Her muscles went still not frozen, but guided. Her mind screamed, Run! but her body calmly took a step forward instead.

It started and then stuttered, like an over used engine that wouldn't turn on. My body flickered between forms, human and wolf and something in between. Pain shot through me. I groaned as the burning sensation incrarsed with each attempt. Finally I gave up. "Stop," I gasped. "Stop!"

Sharp little intakes of breath that spoke of shock and pain and the body's involuntary response to stimuli it couldn't process or understand. Shuddered when I touched her, full-body tremors that ran through her like electricity, like her nervous system was shorting out under the weight of what was happening. Flinched like something inside her was burning slow, like wet wood that refuses to catch fire no matter how much fuel you add, no matter how hard you blow on the embers. But she never screamed.

But, as I walked along the hallway, the lights began to flicker. The flickering lights increased in intensity, and I halted, clenching my fists. I was sick of the hallucinations that continued to plague my mind and wear me out. So, I kept walking. Despite the shivers running down my spine, I didn't stop. Not even when I felt the appearance of goosebumps on my skin. I just needed a breath of fresh air. I had to pull myself together. My mate needed me. My daughter depended on me. It was now or never.

He responds to me by placing his free hand on my clit and flicking it so hard. I moan out loud, forgetting where we are momentarily as I let him use my body for anything that he wants. He continues to flick my clit and fuck my ass, making me feel lightheaded. The pressure in the pit of my stomach builds as I start to feel my climax so close.

My body was responding faster than my brain could to him. He chuckled softly, “That's it, flower. Your body's telling me exactly what it wants.” His brushed my zipper and pulled it down, exposing my skin to the cool air of the penthouse. I whimpered 'Ah...' my hips shifting on the cushion, pressing subtly toward him as his fingers stroked my panties while my legs parted further.