This is inspired by the song Overload by Zappacosta. I tried to keep it PG-13, although it easily could've gone up another rating. Hope you enjoy.
Overload
Inside my recently conjured crystal, Sarah was quickly walking to a party at a friend's house. Her heels were clicking on the sidewalk, keeping time with my frantic heartbeat. Her short black dress perfectly accentuated her. I couldn't help but stare as her hips swung from side to side as she hurried along the twilight hued street. I longed for her to be headed for my castle but that was just a fantasy.
As the party ended, I sat on a branch of a nearby tree as an owl. I watched Sarah wave goodbye to her friends and start walking home. I flew after her as I always did when she was out after dark alone. After I had assured myself she had gotten home alright, I teleported back to the throne room, my vision still filled with her. I headed to my bedroom. Was so occupied with her I didn't even bother kicking the goblins out of my way and ended up tripping on them. I muttered a curse about them always being underfoot and entered my private sanctuary.
She was the only person I had ever kneeled before. Despite my proposition, she had turned me down and I fell into despair. She haunted my thoughts, waking and otherwise. Her swaying hips in the miniskirt replayed in my mind as I undressed. Heat flooded my entire body making me ache. There was no way I'd be able to sleep like this.
I made my way to the shower and turned the water on cold. I leaned against the marble walls, the coolness feeling good against my boiling skin. The freezing water streamed over my stomach and thighs. Pushing myself off the wall, I placed my hands on the wall below the shower head. The water rushed down my back and through my hair, it dripped over my flushed face into my eyes and dripped off my chin. My hair fell flat and onto my forehead. I stared down at where the throbbing of blood was most intense. How could one girl, who was 15 at the time, put me in such a predicament? I turned off the water and let the excess drip off me. It didn't stay long except in my hair due to my temperature, my blood boiled with lust and love.
I stepped out f the shower and looked at myself in the large mirror. My hair hung wet and lump. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep, my eyes, which she called cold, were lifeless. The only thing that was up and alert was my nether regions. Damn that girl to The Bog! No, wait, to my bed! I wished when I re-entered my chambers I would find her there although I knew it wouldn't happen. She hated and had forgotten me. I slowly padded out and lay on top of the comforter starting at the ceiling. I needed her. I wanted this constant ache to disappear, it was impossible to hide. When I needed to meet with people, I had to forcefully shove her from all parts of my mind and concentrate on the faces in front of me. As soon as they left though, her image came back to me full force. How I needed release. Sweet release that only Sarah could give me.
"Oh Sarah, you've turned me into this. My brain has relocated to my groin. What I wouldn't do to have you here. I can't take another night alone without you." I closed my eyes; there was no way I was getting any sleep that night, or any other night for that matter. What was I to do? I heard the door open. I turned my head towards the sound. My eyes must be playing tricks. I swore I saw Sarah standing against the door.
"That isn't quite the position I was expecting to find you in." Her voice created a new rush of heat through my body. I moaned at the sensation.
"Help me cure this overload." I managed to get out.
"As long as you cure mine." My eyes opened wider as her dress dropped to the floor. This was going to be a long night.