Oh my dear followers! Ha! This is dedicated especially for two of you, the first guest to say ME and TheAlmightWarrior. As to how mny chapters this will have. . .Part one has at least a good ten or so more chapters, but if I add part 2 to part 1 then it will be a very long story. You choose! :D Long chapter! Enjoy. . .
The shower water was hot and steam made the bathroom foggy. Arielle scrubbed her hair and then leaned it back and let the water run down her back. She sighed as she remembered the terrible hangover she had a few weeks ago after Halloween night. The Kurgan had taunted her about her drinking skills and she had soaked in the tub for hours, refilling it with warm water whenever she needed to. After that she tried to rest for as long as possible. The Kurgan didn't like not being paid any attention so he watched her and made fun of her the whole day. Needless to say she didn't have a good hangover.
She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the red towel around her loosely. She shook her hair and walked out of the bathroom, carefully organizing her thoughts into fractured French to confuse The Kurgan.
He was sitting on her bed, watching T.V., when he looked up and saw her step out of the bathroom with steam rolling out behind her the T.V. clicked off. He knew she wasn't wearing anything except the towel and his groin tightened with lust. She walked to the bed and laid out behind him. He quickly stood up.
"What are you getting at you minx?" He growled.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at him seductively. "Nothing you should worry your giant head about Kurgan," she said. She looked at the ceiling, "Just something I need to handle since I'm single.
Without warning she opened her towel and stretched, arching her back and moaning gratefully. The Kurgan's eye twitched. Her breasts were full and her nipples tight, her legs weren't all that were shaved. The Kurgan couldn't help what happened to him physically from there. He grabbed his crotch with one hand and glared with wide eyes at her.
She put her hands under her head and turned to look at him, for some odd reason she didn't mind being completely nude in front of a man she had no intention of sleeping with. She enjoyed his suffering of not being able to touch her and he began to hate her when she got on her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. There she sat up and opened her legs right in front of him, further shocking him. She grinned at the look in his eyes, such heavy lust and want of her body.
"I haven't slept with many men Kurgan," she said quietly. "No one night stands, boyfriends only. Only on two separate occasions have I actually done anything."
Her words made The Kurgan imagine what she felt like.
She knew the full affect of her words on him and decided to tempt fate. She licked her finger and began to pleasure herself right in front of him. She would moan about how good it felt and how she felt sorry for The Kurgan being half real. His eyes were wide, his breathing heavy pants, and his blood boiling hot under his skin. The Immortal was furious at this woman and he knew she knew it! If he was real she'd be begging him to stop!
She continued touching herself and The Kurgan got more furious, his emotions affecting, not only himself, but also his creator. The over emotional state leaked into his creator's mind and made her body more receptive to her own touch. She stopped caring about how the The Kurgan felt and only cared about making it more intense for herself. She laid on her back and moaned even louder, grateful that her apartment wasn't surrounded by neighbors. As she began going faster she began to wish, sadly, that she had a man in her life. A real man to do the work that she was doing for herself.
With her eyes closed she didn't see the blue static that spread over his body from his head to his toes, but he knew exactly what had happened. Being released from her mental restraints he growled with elation and sprung forward. He buried his face between her thighs and she yelped with surprise. He tore her hands away from herself and pinned them in a grip of steel to the sheets on the bed. She cried out in terror and forgot all about her power over him.
He felt the inside of her with his tongue and purred like a wild beast. He licked her all the way up to her belly button with a big disgusting smile on his face and she cried out as he did. When two of his fingers replaced his slimy tongue her eyes nearly rolled back in her skull. Even his fingers were big! It was like nothing she had ever felt before. He laughed darkly when he felt the searing heat from inside her body.
She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him away but he was assaulting her with such passionate sensations that her grip was as soft as melted butter. He let go of her other hand when he knew she wouldn't try to push him away and instead gripped her buttocks in both his hands, putting his tongue back inside her.
Suddenly her eyes flew open and she screamed, "No! Not again!" Her voice was shrill as she screamed out.
The blue static shocked him away from her and covered him from his toes up to his head. He fell flat on his back, his head hitting the stand that her T.V. sat on. He growled and then scrambled back up on his hands and knees, peering over the bed at Arielle as she panted and tried to cool down. She had closed her eyes and didn't see The Kurgan looking at her body as if she were a deer under the watchful gaze of a cougar. When she sat up again she found that she was sore! She groaned and cupped herself down there.
"Dear God Kurgan. . .How the hell did that happen? I didn't admit anything or let you go. " She still hadn't looked at him.
He looked over her body at his leisure, "You wanted a real man, and that let me free. I was the only real man within a hundred feet of you, in a manner of speaking." He chuckled, his voice grazing her ears, "You can't hide from me that you liked it. I read exactly what went through your head."
She finally opened her eyes and was met by his strongly structured face, his penetrating blue eyes staring at her. She flung her blanket around her body and stared back at him with loathing eyes. The dim light over head cast shadows over his face that made her blood still bubble a little with heat. She quickly got up and let the blanket fall from around her. As she walked over to the light switch across the room she heard The Kurgan growl behind her and then stand, his boots thudded on the wood flooring of her bedroom. She felt his presence right behind her when she clicked the low lights off. A street lamp outside cast orange light inside her blinded bedroom window through the slits, the faint light casted on her nude body and the clothed form of the giant with her.
"Let me free tonight Arielle," he whispered from behind her, "You loved what you felt and you want it. So do I and you know it." He was able to softly touch her shoulder, dragging his hand down it slowly. She shivered under his touch.
She slowly turned and tried to cover her breasts with her hands, she knew there was no hope trying to cover the lower part of her body. He towered so high above her and she looked up at his face timidly. He was looking down with an expectant expression. With his gentle movements he had moved her hands away from her chest, and in doing so the restraints on him allowed him to go so far. He gently pressed her wrists up against the wall and leaned down low to softly kiss her on the neck, his deep voice humming in his throat. She could feel how frustrating it was for him to work with such slow and tender actions. Accustomed, as he was, to getting what he wanted quickly and without resistance.
Arielle's breath trembled as he moved to look her in the eye and then softly press his lips against hers. While she hated her imagination's pick to be her guidance she reveled in his pain at how slowly it took to bed her and how furious he was that she had stopped him earlier. He opened his mouth and licked her up from her collarbone to her cheek bones. Watching her face twitch with pleasure in the orange light of the street lamp outside, he grinned and chuckled.
She opened her eyes and pressed her legs together uncomfortably, "I'd like to sleep now Kurgan. Go lay down boy." She taunted him like he was a dog.
He growled and it rumbled in his chest. Looking at him she shook her head, his smile disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Without a word he grabbed her buttocks and hoisted her up to his height, resting her level to his waist. She stretched her restraints thin by allowing him to do what he was doing. He rested her back against the wall and pressed his hardness against her softness.
He was getting her all over the crotch of his pants but he didn't care, he stared her straight in the eyes, beginning to slowly rock against her. "Are you sure you don't want this Arielle? I can take away all your suffering and pain in one night."
"Some imaginary friend you are. This is insanity. . ." she whispered back.
"This is why you brought me here. To ease your pain. Just make me real!" His growled menacingly but gently shook her, her breasts bounced against his chest and he stopped rocking.
She kept her face open and honest as she looked at him, "No Kurgan. I know that's a hard concept for you to understand and take, but no. Not with you, you're just a figment of my imagination and I have no idea how this is happening," she said to him.
He looked at her, her hair was still wet and some of the water ran down her skin, creating faint glistening lines on her body. He was silent for a minute while he watched her chest carefully rise and fall with each breath. She looked at him, in this light his face was smooth and she couldn't see the scars. Some of his long black hair had come out of the pony tail he had it back in and it fell passed his shoulders and even lightly brushed her collar bone as he leaned in close to her.
The giant growled and took her away from the wall. She gasped at the movement and clung onto his shoulders, looking shyly into his eyes at an even more intimate distance. Her bare breasts pushed against his solid chest and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, in-avertedly pressing his bulge harder against her soft spot. A tiny and short lived moan escaped her lips and he lowered both of them onto the bed, him lying on top of her. He cruelly pressed his bulge even harder against her, if that was possible, and pressed his whole body against hers, she allowed it.
He lay there for a moment on top of her, "Arielle," he purred.
She could feel the resonance of his voice in her chest and her body quivered for him, but she refused to let him free. He knew it and so turned over on his back and pulled her with him. He settled her comfortably against his chest, her head over his heart and her body protectively between his legs. The tight bulge of his pants had lessened considerably and she finally let out a suppressed sigh. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, still naked, with the giant of her imagination. How it was at all possible completely baffled her, and what baffled her more was the fact that this was a side of The Kurgan no knew existed.
He still wasn't even remotely tender she knew that, he was far from joining the good side. Still as evil as ever and she didn't doubt that he would kill her if he wanted because setting him free would break all restraints unless she set them back fast enough. But he wanted her so badly he was willing to cause his own self physical and mental pain to get her, by any means, even if that meant forcing himself to be a tender 'imaginary friend'. He wanted her to set him free again so that he could ravish her body. What he would do afterward would have to be determined right after the fact of the action. Being a part of her imagination he didn't really need sleep, so he lay with her and perversely watched her sleep. Going into her dreams and probing around her thoughts.