Lia had been waiting. It had become almost habit now. Every night she would close her computer, turn out the lights, and lay in bed waiting for the spektor that had haunted her for most of her young life to appear in her room. He almost always came, and when he didn't she missed his presence terribly.
It was later then usual this time, and she had just begun to drift off when the familiar sensation of a smooth tendril crawling up her thigh jolted her awake. Another tentacle brushes the hair from her face and turns her chin to face the being looming abover her. His pale, featurless head was tilted in curiosity. "Did I wake you?" He asks, voice deep and concerned.
She gave him a sleepy smile and shook her head. The Slenderman smiled, his mouth forming so that he could lean down and kiss her. "I am so sorry I am late, mien Liebchen." He kissed her again to puncuate the appology.
"I'm just glad you're here." And she was. She didn't know why she enjoyed his company to the extent that she did. He used to terrify her, but once she was able to talk to him she realized that he was more human, in a way. And whatever human part survived in him seemed to have taken a liking to her.
He wasted no more time with small talk, that could always come later. His hunt that night had been particularly stressful, and she gave him releif that no others could. Tentacles began roaming her body, sliding up the flimsy tshirt that she had worn to bed. He loosened his tie and begun unbuttoning his shirt, never taking his eyes off the mortal lying in bed.
Lia moaned slightly. Her body quickly reacted to his touch. She moved into his tentacles, biting her lip as she became increasingly turned on. He had been a quick learner, and his tendrils carressed all of her sweet spots. After he had shed his clothes he began working on hers. Their lips met again as he slowly began pulling her shirt up, breaking it only to pull it over her head. He begun moving downward, trailing kisses down her neck and stopping near her shoulder, nibbling slightly and smiling when she let out a small gasp. His tentacles had begun to move with more of a purpose. They held her arms firmly, not restraining her but making sure that he had control. One tendril wrapped around her breast and began gently flicking her nipple. She moaned again, louder this time. Another tentacle had been rubbing her through her panties. When she was sufficiantly wet it pulled them off and continued rubbing her, agonizingly slowly. She moved her hips, almost willing it to enter her, but Slender did not allow that yet. This was a learning experience, and he was going to treasure every moment with her.
He removed what was left of his clothing and stationed himself between her thighs. His member was stiff and dripping with lubrication but he did not allow himself the pleasure of having her yet. His tentacles begun pulsating slightly, focusing on her clit and breasts. Her gasps and moans picked up, sweat begining to form on her skin as he teased her.
The Slenderman watched her, observing her every move and sound. He had been spending every night with her, and yet such acts never ceased to amaze and arouse him. Every gasp, every moan, every utterance of his name only served to awake a primal sort of lust in him, and he needed her. He grabbed her but the hips and pulled her towards him. The tentacle that had been playing with her opening moved, and more wrapped around her waist and thighs to elevate her slightly off the bed and give him easier access. His flexible member picked up where his other tendrils had left off, slowly rubbing her, except now he had more control over the movements. The minute he had touched her he threw his head back and let out an unholy sound, his hands and tentacles tightening around her as he attempted to both restrain himself and pleasure her at the same time. Such a thing was easier said then done, and within seconds he was shivering and panting, desperate to take her now. He entered her, slowly, more pleasured sounds escaping his lips.
Lia thrusted into her monstorous lover, causing him to go even deeper then he intended and immediately start thrusting into her. His movements were rapid at first, making the mortal arch her back, but he soon gained a sort of rythm that she was able to match with equal eagerness. He sloppily kissed her, holding her head against his with one hand and touching the small of her back with another. The unholy noises increased with his pleasure. He had not realized how badly he had neglected himself until he was buried inside of her, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. His grip on her tighented as he reached his climax, his world becoming a clash of colors and pleasure. He showered her with sloppy kisses, riding out the last of his climax before realize she had not yet come. A tendril replaced his now limp member, the other tentacles holding her body returning to carrasing her. Even in his haze he was able to appreciate every little movement she made, and finally she arched her back and moaned his name, body going rigid as she climaxed. He continued thrusting the tendril into her until she releaxed again. Lia looked at him and smiled, and that itself was enough to completely melt his once cold heart. The Slenderman curled himself around his little mortal, purring contently as he cuddled with her and they both drifted off to sleep.