Erotic Fiction

It’s strange, it’s so comfortable with Apollonious right beside me at night, his hand on my chest and his head resting gently on my shoulder. I have gotten accustomed to his body heat keeping me warm at night, his mutters of waking in the morning, but I still feel that I am missing something in this. He’s too gentle to me, too compliant, too willing. What do I have to do to make him fear me again? Certainly, I see the fear in his eyes, the minor worry that he hides behind the fancy, behind the lust and worship. However, to bring that to the front is the challenge, and it irritates me.
I must go hunt. I must find something to satiate my pallate, my need for this predatory urge to be alleviated. Or, conversely, I must find a way to make Loni fear me. However, I don’t want that. He’s far too deep under my skin now. I don’t want to explain my own feelings for him. He’s… Apollonious.

My GOD, I just need some relief from his incessant love! I can’t stand it, it’s getting to me!

I was fixing up some lunch for myself before I went to work and Loni walked in. I looked over my shoulder and smiled warmly. I can’t help but smile anymore, it’s almost second nature. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Nah, I had a fucked up dream.”
“Yeah.” I ripped a piece of french bread off the loaf and set it in with the leftover primavera. “Dreams.” Honestly, I’ve never had one, and I envy him for his. He dug through the refridgerator. I looked at him and sighed a bit. “So, what was this dream about?”
“Oh, same old thing. I was in the middle of the room, a light was blaring down at me from above, everything was dark around me aside from that spotlight. I heard voices whispering about me. I didn’t hear what they were saying but I knew it was about me. And then there was pain. Lots of pain, like I was being ripped apart!” He went on about his dream while I finished packing my lunch. I tuned him out after I couldn’t bear hearing about it. It took thirty seconds.
“And then I woke up.” He ended. He slid his hand into mine and I looked down as he laced his fingers between mine. “Do you really have to go to work today?”
“Yes. I can’t survive on good feelings alone. If we want to continue living like this, it’s best that I go to work.”
“Can I come see where you work?” He checked himself as soon as he said it.
“No, you know that’s a bad idea, your face is all over the news still.” I squeezed his hand before letting it go.
“Well, I’m getting sick of just sitting here all day.” Loni scowled a bit. “Is there anything else to do?”
“I think if you go into your room, there’s a game console you can hook up to the television. I don’t know what games I have, but I got it and got sick of it after two hours. Go nuts with it.”
“I guess. Alright, that sounds like fun.”
“I’ve got to go now. I will see you in 8 hours. Please don’t go out, it’s far too risky for you.” And I left.

I spent the day designing a living room for an old lady. She had the same tastes in décor as my childhood benefactor. I kept fighting down urges to vomit while working on it. It was pastel and filled with lace doilies and cat figurines, and had a piano, which was very similar to the one on which I learned minuets by Mozart, symphonies for piano by Beethoven. I ran to the bathroom and my breakfast headed north.

I got home and immediately fell into my chair, exhausted, sick, and needing release. I felt caged. Loni set down the controller after pausing his game and looked at me. “Bad day?”
“Unbelievably so.”
“Need a backrub?”
I muttered “No, I need to strangle someone” I grinned and said to him, “That would only upset things more.”
“Aw. Hey, why don’t you go lay down for a while? You look pretty sick.”
“Yeah, I plan on it.” I stood up and stared at Loni for a bit. I felt like finding a girl and tearing her intestines out with my hands.
“I actually think I’m going to go out for a while. I need to clear my head.”
“Don’t kill any chicks while you’re out.” He mocked. I rolled my eyes and put up a hand in dismissal as I walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Loni started his game up again.

I headed down to a rather shady nightclub, where they still played the blues. I ordered myself a martini, and sat down near the stage. I scanned the room and saw a lady sitting alone. Long blonde curls, clear blue eyes, and she wore a dress fit for the opera. I waved over a waiter and asked to send her a bottle of their best wine, on my bill. He nodded and 10 minutes later, she was sipping the ancient blood red merlot. She glanced up at me and I nodded with a smile to her and beckoned her to come over to me with my eyes. She stood up, took the bottle and glass, and gracefully paced the room to the seat across the table from me. She thanked me and introduced herself. I smiled and Introduced myself. We made idle chitchat, all the while, I searched her for things to make her fall for me, and used them. We walked out an hour later, her arm looped around mine.
“You know, you’d look absolutely stunning with a short haircut. You are too beautiful to hide behind your hair like that.”
“I could say the same to you, Allan.” She smiled a bit and flipped her finger through my hair. I chuckled. “I mean it, you’d look like a goddess if you had a pixie cut. Short. Very Short. I would foot the bill, have the best stylist in town do it. Would you like that? Are you adventurous enough?”
“I never have done anything like that before. It sounds like a riot. Sure, Let’s go.” Oh, she was just too easy. We headed to the salon.
As she sat in the stylist’s chair, I browsed the hair products shelves and picked up a few items. I looked over at her when she called “Allan!”, and she was amazing, her hair almost perfectly resembling His. I paid for the cut and the products, and walked her to a nearby park, where I styled it to suit my needs. I then bought her a pair of perfectly fitting dirty blue jeans, and a sleeveless shirt which clung to her body like dew to a morning flower. She was amazed at her transformation and I smiled “You truly are a wild child on the inside, I just had to find it in you. You are a Goddess.”
“Thank you, Allan.”
“Any time, my dear. Now, it’s getting late, would you like to shop some more, or would you like to go to dinner?”
“Oh, I think we should just go to your hotel room now. I can’t wait to see what surprises you have for me inside you.”
“I’m sure you can’t.” I said under my breath as I waved down a cab and took her to the hotel where I had already paid for a room.

There she nakedly lay, the perfect female doppleganger of the one who lived with me. I liked how she was conforming to the style I set for her, she even had a glass of whiskey in her hand. I sat down beside her, setting the glass of whiskey on the table beside the bed. I kissed her roughly and she arched up to receive it. I chuckled inwardly and pinned her down by her thin, delicate wrists. her muffled moan made me clench her wrists tighter until she whimpered. She pulled away from the kiss and said, “Not so rough, Allan, I need those, you know.”
“No. You don’t.” and I squeezed them until she winced and scowled up at me. “Allan, stop.”
I dropped the façade. My eyes turned cold as the winters after which I named myself. She became quiet and meek.
“Look at me, do I look like I can stop? Can I ever stop? Do I have a choice?”
“You’re the…”
“The one and only, love. Now please, do as I wish, and I shall make this easy on you.”
“They said you were a short man with blonde hair.”
“No, they just had their wires crossed. Now be still, and do not say another word, or I will cut the tounge from your mouth.”
She struggled and I tightened my grip until I heard the grounding of bone on bone underneath the delicate, white skin. I kissed her again and she stay still as death. I slid into her and took both wrists into one hand, as to free the other for her breasts, her side which I scratched, and her throat, which I carressed with such delicacy that she shivered in what seemed to be pleasure. I thrust into her, enjoying, thriving, exhulting in my dominance, my freedom. She whimpered once more and I slapped her roughly across her face. She cringed as I looked at her with the predatory glare.
“Do you think that I can stop now, dear lady?”
“Y…” she stopped herself.
“Do you think that this is fun for me? Do you know how much this pains me, to hurt perfection? To be bound to someone so deep that I must find other outlets for this? This is not my doing. You cannot blame me for my actions” I pulled the knife from under the mattress. Her eyes bulged.
“You have no clue how much I wish I COULD stop.” I stabbed the knife into the mattress as I let her broken wrists go. I took her hips and thrust heavily, hard, into her soft, warm womb. She cried as I released myself and sighed out a groan which came from the deepest part of me. I smiled coldly at her and picked up my knife.
“Forgive me.” I said as I slashed her throat as quickly and deeply as I could. I stood up, took a shower, and had a cigarette and got dressed, before wrapping her corpse in the bloodied blankets, wiping the knife on the top of them, and pocketing it. I put all her new clothes and hair products in the bag, and walked out, quietly and calm as I had ever been.

Loni welcomed me with a “You did it, didn’t you. You were out there for a long time. Who was she?” I chuckled and waved my hand, setting the bag down at the door.
“She was special. She knew something about me nobody else does.”
“And what is that?”
“That I regret it.”