Hey guys, there was someone who reviewed but was a guest reviewer so I couldn't reply. They said "Trevor has seriously lost his ot photos and thinking that Raven is in his closet, not okay. Planning to kidnap a person, not okay. And thinking that he is her boyfriend, that is soooooooo not okay." What I think might have happened is that you typed to fast and your computer lagged, if this is you would you mind reviewing telling me what you did say?
Also, warning; Trevor is all kind of crazy so be careful when reading his dream sequence (it'll all be in italics) it might squick you out.
Trevor sighed rubbing his eyes, he hated this. Sure soccer was fun and all but he'd rather be at home, putting the finishing touches on his plan. It would come to fruition soon. It wouldn't be that bad, it would be a way to work out his aggression and it was so much better now that Matt was dating Becky since she then dragged her best friend to watch them practice.
Of course Raven doesn't like the preps and jocks that are at practice, who can blame her with how they treat her? So she'd not look at him, of course she wouldn't, if anyone saw they'd make her life miserable. Of course he'd take care of them, "accidentally" bump into them or key up their car, or for the ones who do even worse to his beauty he'd slip some arsenic in their water bottle. Not enough to kill them; he wasn't a murder, just make them very sick.
He could see though, he saw how she stole glances at him. And he'd always be watching her from the corner of his eye, watch as she worked on some homework with headphones on, effectively blocking out the outside world. Funny she seemed so against sports considering how good she was in them, he'd seen her play gym, she was good. If real life was a movie the athletes wouldn't care how she dressed and try to get her to join the team. Then they'd realize how amazing she was and become her friends despite her macabre interests.
However this was real life, and not a movie, they were too stupid and blind to see how special she was. Just as well though, he is a very jealous man.
But now having to eat here at this place, whats worse; Matt and his girl are on a double date with Raven and him. He can't stand it, why was a beauty like Raven with a beast like Alexander? It made no logical sense, she was his Juliet! Not that things!
She had changed since school, she wore a black sundress decorated in purple decal. Her hair was let down, some of it falling in her face and that just made him want to brush it behind her ear before kissing her. It was all too easy to imagine himself in Alexander's place, the place that rightfully belonged to Trevor.
If that were to happen, it'd be sheer perfection, the boys best friends and the girls best friends. They'd go to college together, Raven and Becky being roommates while himself and Matt are roommates and when they graduated they'd move to a city-Raven hates this town. They'd find somewhere that has farm land while still a bit of city, Raven does have a bit of hippie in her.
Then he and Raven would move in together as would Matt and Becky, perhaps neighbors, no more than a street away from each other. When they married Becky would be Raven's maid of honor while Matt was his best man, and when those two married he would be Matt's best man while Raven would be Becky's matron of honor.
He knew himself and Raven would marry on Halloween, he wasn't sure when Matt and Becky would marry. Maybe if they married before himself and Raven then Becky would be Raven's matron of honor and Raven would be Becky's maid of honor instead.
Then they would have children, a boy and a girl. A little boy with Raven's soft black hair and his own green eyes, just as strong as him. Vladimir, that'll be his name, though they'd call him Vlad for short. He'd have Raven's love of the dark and his own love of sports; a twilight child born of dark and light. Then his little sister would be named Selena, she'd be a beauty the only rival being her own mother and when she got older he and Vlad would have to beat off potential suitors with a stick. Selena would have Raven's pale creamy skin, and her sparkling dark blue-purple eyes. She'd look exactly like Raven, only with his own blonde hair, she'd be delicate, a little moon princess.
Becky and Matt would be the children's godparents, and when Becky and Matt had children Raven and himself would be their godparents. They'd be the perfect family; Trevor and Raven Michelle and their two children Vladimir "Vlad" Trevor Michelle and Selena Raven Michelle.
Smiling to himself Trevor found it easy to ignore what was going on now and headed home, his children would know that himself and their mother were each others first love, Raven is kind but she can't force herself to love him. Trevor would never make her love someone she didn't, he knew she truly loved him so to force her to love, or more accurately try to love, someone else was cruel and evil.
Heading home nothing unusual happened until he slept; after saying goodnight to his love of course. He had a particularly vivid dream and he knew exactly what it meant. She was calling for him.
The clearing was beautiful, a meadow with lush flowers that were bleached colorless by the moon, though the color still peeked out of the serene white. He smiled, it was so relaxing here. In front of him stood an alter waiting to be used as the tool it was for worship. The stone alter had a ring with other stones in a post and lintel structure, two huge stones slowly becoming one at a point and the moon shone right under where they met to shine on the balcony.
You have come, mortal. Trevor turned to see her, his love. He had never seen her like this, her feet bare save some white bandages wrapped around her feet the same on her hands going from her knuckles to half way up her forearm. She wore a white sleeveless dress that was light and was secured in the back by silver ribbon looping around the waist and arm of the dress and excess ribbon flowing from her back to nearly touch the ground. The dress is a scoop neck that in the middle holds a opal cut to look like a star; not gaudy but not htat subtle either. Around her neck was more gauze like wrapping like on her feet and hands this time in a blueish tinted white as was her dress, on each side of her neck a long strip going down to half way down her calf.
Resting on her head was a crown made of silver that was a chain that at intervals drooped with a teardrop cut moonstone. It made her black hair that was let loose seem even darker even though there were small lights as if the very stars were in her hair. Am I to understand that you wish to worship the goddess? She asked and he nodded dumbly, yes; he'd worship her. He already did.
I am one of her maidens, she sent me to take on the worship for her. She then smirked, so come, mortal, began your worship of the moon. He did as she commanded walking over to gently lift her up and gently carry her bridal style to the alter and set her down.
He then looked at her not knowing quiet what to do so she smiled gently and stroked some hair out of his face almost lovingly. Do not fear, think of me as you do this alter, she stroked the rock that she was sitting on, hand crafted of turquoise to be smooth, bright against the onyx that surrounded them. You worship me as you would the goddess.
Knowing now what to do Trevor did as was bid. He dropped to his knees before her, his moon maiden, and began the slow worship of this perfect being. He started at her foot, slowly kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling up her leg. She moved her dress up as he did so moving slowly up her leg until his face was once again pillowed on her thigh.
It was then that he glanced up and saw her face to his ministration, breathing heavy and her eyes glazed. Holding back a smirk he went down to complete the same circuit on the other leg. Once he rested his head on her thigh he could smell it, her. The scent that gave away that she wanted this, it was heavenly, soft and floral with a heady dose of endorphins. He hardened even further and bucked his hips a little into the air at the smell.
Her small hand went to his head, lithe fingers gripping his hair roughly, keeping his head resting against her thigh. He glanced up, watching as her free hand took one of his own, pulling him along holding his hand tightly to her body as she pulled it up the side of her and Trevor's eyes rolled into the back of his head a bit but he refused to allow himself to miss one moment with this beautiful maiden.
Reaching the gem that rested between her breast she hesitated a moment and her dark eyes that sparkled as if she trapped the stars themselves in them got a bit misty. There is no turning back from this if we continue. Make your choice now, last chance to back out. If you don't you'll be mine.
I am nothing but your slave. He promised, he'd gladly be hers for eternity. Her eyes started sparkling again and she smiled.
Good. She whispered so softly he might not have heard her correctly and as their hands touched the gem the garment fell away to her sides, revealing her naked and silver in the moonlight. Are you ready, my pet? She asked with a dark smirk, it didn't matter if he was or not he belonged to her now; a toy to use as she saw fit.
Whatever you want, my moon maiden. He accented as the hand that had remained buried in his blonde hair, mostly stroking as if he was a cat, gripped it again roughly as she pushed him closer to her center. He did not need to be asked twice; he had been wanting it the entire time.
She tasted even better than she smelled, sweet as sugar and smooth as honey. He greedily licked at her, he never tasted an ambrosia like this, the girls he had before tasted sour and salty; not very palatable. And her voice...it was a symphony of moans as her breathing labored a light sheen of sweat coating her body. A sensual goddess of love.
Keep going...so close...yes...! She panted throwing her head back and he lifted up his hand to gently stroke her breast, warm soft and pliable. Slowly her breathing started being faster matching her heartbeat he could feel in the thigh wrapped around his head holding him to her as he devoured her.
Her breathing and heart stopped at the same moment before he could even worry she screamed as fluid gushed from her and her hips bucked unconsciously. Having learned well he continued to devour her to intensify her orgasm st time he wanted to do it, to savor the unique flavor.
She panted looking fully sated and despite the pressure in his pants that was becoming a pain he was glad that she was happy; he could live life like this, never feel the pleasure himself, and think himself blessed just for this one moment.
Watching him she smiled gently and gripping his shoulder pulled him up. Come here, I want to kiss you...to feel myself on your lips. Somehow that excited him even more as he kissed her with abound unconsciously bucking his hips into her.
I'm sorry, he whispers stroking her face as he realizes what he was doing. You just feel so good I couldn't help myself, even now it was straining him not to push against her, find sweet pressure.
Do you think me an unkind mistress, my pet? She asked but her eyes held a mischievous twinkle.
No! Of course not! I'm blessed to be ruled by someone as kind as you! He quickly said, worrying that she'd get the wrong idea as she giggled stroking his face and pushing her hand down his neck to his chest.
I am glad you think so, you have done well so now I shall give you a reward. She whispered looking into his eyes, night sky meeting earth.
To serve is reward enough, he whispered; it was true, he did not say that because it was expected of him or because he hoped to gain favor, he truly felt himself beyond lucky to be allowed to serve this beautiful moon maiden.
Smiling sweetly she leaned down to lovingly kiss his forehead, that is why you, most of all, deserve this reward. Then she gave him a light push, she was so slight and he so muscular that he should have been hardly able to feel it let alone it push him to the ground as it did.
He landed on the soft grass with a slight oomph but it did not hurt as he looked up surprised. She was already off the alter and crawling over to him, she no longer looked like a maiden of the moon, she looked like a lithe dark predator about to devour him whole. Even though he should feel fear he didn't, he wanted her to devour him.
Her black hair sparkled with the starlight hanging down, framing her face and resting on her neck and shoulders. Her eyes held a dark light and her lips held a dark predatory smirk, even her white dress looked seductive hanging around her like an undone robe only bringing more emphasis to her uncovered skin than if she was fully naked. Even her crawling did not detect from her predatory visage, she looked like a prowling cat.
Stopping half way up him she smirked at his blatant look of both fear and arousal, he knew he should be afraid but he wasn't, his slight fear made him want her more. He was truly hers, she could do whatever she wanted to him and no one would say or do anything; there was nothing they could do even if they wanted to. The surrender of control was thrilling for him.
Reaching out one slim hand stroked along the seam of his pants as he gasped. She smirked by this reaction and without any preamble pulled his pants down past his hips, he sprang finally being released from the tight confines.
Mistress! He screamed when she wrapped her hand around him and started slowly moving it, teasing him, so he knew just how good it would feel.
What is it, my pet?
Her voice held unmistakable humor.
Please mistress...feels so good...more...please...
Don't worry, pet, I'll give you more. She whispered gripping him even tighter before letting go, so much more you'll be begging me to stop. She added pulling him up by his shirt so he was sitting up and she was kneeling over him, so close he could feel her heat against him. I could do anything to you, abuse you, and it'd be considered my right because you agreed to belong to me.
Though that, of all things, should be the most disturbing his response was a heady moan, which caused her to smirk darkly. You like that, don't you? The fact that I could do anything...don't worry, I'm not a cruel mistress, as long as your a good little pet I'll take excellent care of you.
As if to prove her point she slammed herself down on him causing him to gasp. She was so tight and warm, impossibly tight and warm, like constricted lava. Gripping his face she roughly kissed him before moving his face to her breast. He immediately began suckling like a newborn his hand going to her other breast while his free hand wrapped around her waist and she started rocking quickly.
Soon the clearing was filled with nothing but their moans and it felt so good...so impossibly good. He never felt such amazing-
Trevor woke up gasping looking around, he wasn't in a clearing and Raven wasn't on top of him, commanding him and riding him. Feeling something strange but accustomed he looked under his blanket to see white and he was gripping himself. It had been a dream.
Sighing he got up and changed into clean clothing, washing up in his bathroom, and put his blanket in the hamper and got a new one out. Sitting down he sighed in the dark, the dream left him craving Raven, he always wanted her but now he was straight up craving her. He needed chocolate.
No, in truth he needed her. She just usually smelt like chocolate so he'd often eat it to feel better but right now he really needed her. That being decided he quickly put on a pair of jeans, sneakers and a faded blue hoodie; normal, people would forget him the moment they see him. Opening a box and taking something out he carefully snuck out of his house and made the walk to her home. He knew the walk well, his feet often brought him there and he knew how to keep from being noticed.
Keeping his head down he got to her house, then leaning down acting like he was tying his shoe he glanced to make sure no one was around and then hopped the fence and got to her back yard. He remembered when he was fourteen and first found out which room was hers, she was changing but her curtains were gone, probably ripped or something. She figured since her room didn't face another window or the street she was safe, eh could see her changing her shirt. She wore a black bra that covered plenty but was still the most skin he had ever seen. She slipped on a replacement for the shirt far too soon, he had waited till she moved out of the window and ran to hide under the bushes lining her house. He couldn't wait, he had to relieve himself; that was the first time he masturbated, to the memory of her shirtless and the sound of her voice teasing her little brother.
Since then he had become completely familiar with her room, sneaking in plenty of times. It always smelt like her, sometimes when he knew she'd be gone for a long time he'd sneak into her room and just lay in her bed. It was so amazing.
Crawling up the lattice work to get into her room, seriously not locking the window? There are dangerous perverts around, even though she was on the second floor so she probably thought herself safe. He saw her fast asleep, tonight was a full moon and the rays of the moonlight bathed her in its silvery glow as Trevor came in thanks to the moved curtain.
Breathing heavily his dream came to him again crystal clear. Sighing he walked over to her, a small smile on his lips. Reaching out he put what he had taken on her. He had a bit of jewelry, things he knew she'd like. He found a onyx necklace once, it was cut into the shape of a quarter moon and the chain was silver, that he rested over her neck, not clasping the chain. He also brought a ring that one day he'd propose with, it was an opal lined in small onyxes, the ring was white gold and inscribed with the words 'Raven and Trevor, Simply Meant To Be' that he put on her left ring finger.
Trevor admires her for a bit smiling as he watches her. She rolls over so he removes the necklace from the bed where it had fallen but takes a bit longer sliding the ring off her finger, it feels like an arrow in his heart every time he removes it from her finger.
He watches her silently until the wee hours of the morning he kisses her forehead before slipping out her window and leaving. When he gets home he wants to sleep and skip school but he knows he won't do that, he would never voluntarily miss a moment of seeing his sweet angel, forget an entire day.
Just to explain, when something is from Trevor's point of view and it is italicized "him" that is referring to Alexander. Switching speaking about Trevor to Alexander makes it a bit confusing sometimes.