Reese
I walked down the hall that was darkening quicker than I could walk.
Before the shadows could claim me, I started running.
Something cold wrapped around my ankle and drug me down to the ground.
I clawed at the floor as it pulled me into the dark.
The tendrils flipped me over and a humanoid shadow appeared above me.
He was a mere outline of a man, but I could dark mist surrounding him.
It was like looking at a shadow attempting to be human.
What appeared to be horns swirled above his head and I worried if he was a demon.
Did the creature follow me home? The last thing I remembered was going to sleep. Turning my head, I couldn't see familiar hallways. This looked like an old corridor to an old school. My eyes squinted as I saw faded crayon marks on the wall.
"Rrrrrreeeessseee," he hissed. His voice was dark and gravely and somehow my pussy reacted in ways I couldn't imagine. Was I lusting over this shadow person?
"How did you know my name?"
"Once I escaped, I meandered around. I tried to gather your information and take form, but it's lost to me. You will have to go to the witches to free me."
"Why would I do that?"
The tendril wrapped around my head gently like a lover holding another's head. "I can feel you, but it's not feeding me. You'll never feel complete until you accept me and save me. I should be more human, I am a mere apperation at this point."
"I do not understand."
"You have the witch's information. Go to her shop and break the spell."
"Why should I? You're a monster."
The figure slid his face closer to mine. "I may be a monster, but I can give you things no human man can giave you."
"Why were you cursed? I do not understand."
"It is what I am. The witches think they are god when my people were created to help humanity. People—witches and humans—think that people are infallible when they are not. There are people walking amonst you that are evil to their core. You must save me.
I should be able to feel you and re-emerge into the light. Or it's happening slower than normal. I do not know."
"But why?"
"They find out we kill and consume, sometimes their friends, and they assume that we killed them to eat. We killed them to rid the world of an infection."
"So, you're good?"
"For the most part. I've been traded around for years between the witches. I don't think the know what it was, but your light guided me out of the trinket. You saved me, but I cannot become corporal. You have to save me. I think I can keep you safe."
I blinked. "What do you mean?"
"You are about to enter a world you've never known to exist."
"Which means?"
"The people that are willing to break a curse on a shadow monster are rare and dangerous. There are people that understand what we do in the world. You'll have to befriend them to somehow find a witch willing to help."
"You said a trinket?"
"It was only a vessel. I'm just me. I can follow you and slip into your dreams. I can feel your emotions."
"That's . . . a lot."
"I should have been able to form more than shadows by this time. Your fear trickled through you the rest of your shift. Yet I cannot. I'm lucky to have tentacles right now."
My hand reached up to the one around my head. "This one?"
"I can make more. This is as physical as I can get right now. I don't even know if I could kiss you right now."
I blinked. "Kiss me?"
"That is what light mates do, correct? When you are with someone, you kiss them."
My mouth fell open. "I don't even know what you look like," I muttered. It wasn't the right thing to say; I could feel it in my bones. The shadows vibrated at the edges.
"Are you that concieted? The life I could give you is immense."
"How?"
"Most of my kind have money and investments. Even if it's been years, my savings and investments could give you a comfy life."
My eyes narrowed. "You called me concieted and then was like, 'hey, I'm rich. Fuck me.'"
The shadow expanded and contracted until it returned to normal.
Another tendril wrapped around my waist and slid to the front of my shorts.
Thank god dream me was wearing shorts, but I couldn't remember if I was wearing shorts when I went to bed.
How much of this was a dream and how much of this was real?
Could he be touching me in real life? "Would you fuck me?"
The tentacle slid underneath my waistband and my breathing picked up once again, except this time with arousal, not fear. "I . . . I've never been into tentacles."
Another one wrapped around my wrists and pulled them above my head.
"I cannot assume a humanoid form that is solid enough to touch you. Only the shadows can touch you right now," he whispered as his head leaned in closer.
My skin was hot in need of his touch all of the sudden, but I could only feel the brush of coldness.
"Why only the tendrils?"
"I do not know. It's probably a flaw in the curse. The witches do not know all."
He moved the tentacle lower and my hips bucked to meet it.
Fucking pussy. The one wrapped around my ankle and spread my legs.
The movement allowed the tendril to shift closer and closer to my pussy.
I should be saying no. A good girl wouldn't allow a weird tentacle to get closer, but all my life I had always wanted more in the bedroom.
Was this exactly what I wanted? Teasing tentacles and bondage?
I had never thought of it before, but as much as my brain was shouting no, my dripping pussy and the heat building inside me wanted more.
What would it feel like once it slipped inside?
His teasing tentacles paused as they were frustratingly close to my clit and the shadow hovered closer to my face.
If he was humanoid, I'd feel his breath against my cheek, but right now he was a ghost of a cold breeze.
"Even in your dreams, I can feel your arousal. It's seeping into my soul and fortifying me. It's not enough, but the slivers I can consume is amazing. It's been years since I've talked to my people and there were always rumors that the emotions of a light mate are the best.
Even though I'm only getting a spark of delight, I think it's even better than what they are saying."