Her eyes were wide and the blanket fell from her hand as she stared at the not-so-surprised face of the intruder. Suddenly she saw her shorts on the ground and her bra tucked under her pillow. A glance down at her body revealed her full alert breasts perfectly outlined under her tight, thin, tank top and her lacy transparent deep blue thong, something the intruder was looking at fondly and. . .lustfully? Proudly? His look was able to make her speak.
"Who the fuck are you?" She shouted at him as she snatched the blanket back up and yet still failed to properly cover her body.
The man's laugh was so deep and dark, it was a naturally evil laugh, "No need to fear me woman. I'm not gonna hurt you." He grinned broadly, his voice made her cringe.
"Then who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my house?!" She screeched, her heart beating fast. She suddenly wanted to grab her cell phone, her eyes darted all around her room to find it.
The giant man followed her gaze and soon spotted what he guessed she was after, he held up her cell. "Looking for this?" he taunted her, slowly waving it back and forth in front of his face.
The woman he was staring at shuddered in terror, he loved it when they were scared and shook, it made him feel powerful. But he knew she had absolutely nothing to fear from him.
He dropped the phone from his fingers, it plopped on the bed. He propped himself up and dropped his smirk, staring at her with calm seriousness. "I really am not going to hurt you pretty."
"I-I'm not afraid of you!" She stammered. She quickly grabbed a book from the desk beside her, a pathetic excuse for a weapon.
The giant sighed and shook his head. He got off the bed, not breaking their stare, and rapidly stalked towards her, covering the room in four easy strides. Arielle squeaked out a surprised gasp and closed her eyes as he got to her. He brought his hand to her face and slowly dragged it right through her. Blue sparks, like the effects in old 80's movies, surrounded his hand. At the sound of soft static Arielle opened her eyes and watched him slowly drag his hands through her face and then away from her. He wiggled his fingers to show her that it had happened. Her breathing slowed and she looked up at him curiously.
"What are you?" She slowly put the book down.
"I am The Kurgan my pretty lady." He backed up and swung his arms out in a dramatic introduction, only to step forward once more and stand snuggly against her, the tips of her nipples touched his shirt. "And I am a figment of your imagination."
She turned her head close to the wall and looked at him sideways, she pressed her finger tips against his mid section that was at her chest level. She could feel his hardened muscles that for some reason where very real. He backed away without resistance and his giant fingers though held hers, but very gently.
"The Kurgan isn't real. Not you anyway," she said. She crossed her right arm over and gripped the opposite arm, blocking her breasts.
He laid back. . ."Seductively?" she thought. . . on her bed and stared at her with a smirk on her face, his blue eyes were so bright in the morning light. Seeing the filthy man from the movie lay amongst her white and black bedding it just seemed so wrong to her.
"Well of course I'm not." His gravelly voice resonated loudly in the empty house. "I'm not real, you've made me up. I am but a part of your tiny imagination. Gladly, I'm part of your head." His tongue came out and licked his bottom lip perversely.
The woman grimaced and lifted her lip in a sneer, "So gross," she thought to herself.
His eyes danced in the light as he moved, "Naaaah. Meaning me pretty woman?" He chuckled.
She slowly walked forward and pointed at him, "So. . .you're not real." He nodded. "Well if you're a part of my head then what's my name? You haven't said it yet. . ."
"Arielle," he said. "A pretty name for a pretty body.
She glared at him, "Stop saying that! It's so perverted!"
His smile made her angry, "I'm not a polite guy Arielle my pretty."
As she worked it out in her head she sat down on the bed, she didn't notice the giant man snake around behind her, "So you're. . .my imaginary friend?"
He toyed with a lock of her hair, pressing it to his nose and smelling her. "Yes indeed. And what I've seen in your head is very interesting."
Her spine went as rigid as a board and her hair fell from his touch. "I thought you couldn't touch me!"
He smiled when she twisted back to look at him, "I can't harm your body or touch you in any other way than this. You have power over what I can and can't do to you. I certainly can't even rape you."
She look at him and the less-than-threatening look she gave him made him laugh and lean in close. Her eyes still widened at him so near, he smelled like dirt and sweat.
"Only playing little thing," he said. He laughed loudly and she pouted at him. He leaned back away from her.
"What if I need to get dressed or take a shower? Will you. . .be around for that?" She asked timidly.
He issued another growling chuckle, "No, you can banish me. That is," he looked at her seductively in his own way, "unless you want me to." He smirked and took pleasure in her look of horror.
"No!" She screamed. "I mean no," her voice had been knocked down an octave or two. "I wish to shower alone, thank you very much." She bit her bottom lip as she looked at his face.
The look on his face made her shudder again.
"As I like to say; it's better to burn out! Than to fade away!" he said loudly. Suddenly, in a dramatic burst of light, he disappeared.
She blinked and then touched her head, "God I must be losing it. Imaginary friend, what a trip," she said aloud to herself.
She gathered up new clothes and rushed to the bathroom, hoping a good warm morning shower would wake her up. She cautiously slid her top off as she glanced from side to side, pressing her shirt to her chest she peeked out from the bathroom and checked to make sure she was alone. Seeing that she was she slid off her thong and stepped under the warm running water of her shower. After washing her hair and then shaving herself she leaned her head against the shower wall under the water and let it wash down her body. She took a settling breath in and heard a boot step outside her curtain. With a look of tired irritation she grabbed the edge of the shower curtain and whipped it back. Her eyes widened and her face froze in terror.
The Kurgan was shirtless this time and looked at her in absolute pleasure, he gladly raked his gaze up and down her exposed body with lust and she sure she saw his trousers move in an awkward place. He nearly panted with lust before she screamed and shut the curtain again.
"I didn't think imaginary friends got hard Kurgan!" She shouted over the din of the water.
"I didn't think so either," he said back. "It be as new to me as it is you pretty Arielle."
"Besides! What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom!?" She shouted, "I thought I Banished you or whatever it is you do when I want you gone!"
She heard him chuckle, "Oh I forgot to mention that I can reappear at the most unexpected times. Whenever I like!"
She groaned and butted her head against the wall of the shower, "Life with you is going to be unbearable . . . How long are you going to stay here?" She asked.
On the other side of the curtain The Kurgan sat on the toilet petting his crotch back into place, trying to control his very human-like urges. He cursed being only half real. "Get used to it pretty cos I have no idea how long I'm going to be here. We might be doing this for a while!" He said with dark cheer.
She banished him to wait on the bed if he wouldn't leave her alone entirely and got dressed in the bathroom. She wore a tight black tank top, similar to the one she had on earlier and a brown suede skirt. After drying her hair, she stepped out and The Kurgan licked his lips, he mocked a wolf whistle in approval.
"Girls like you in my times would have driven any man wild with lust," he told her.
She shook her head at him and walked over to her dresser where a basket awaited her old clothes. She tossed them in and turned her back on The Kurgan as she peeked out her window, her hips swayed in a very lady like manner and the giant on her bed watched with hungry approval. Arielle sensed his gaze and spun around.
"Go away!" She shouted.
He did with a smile and dip of his head.