Chapter 5
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, building to what would surely be the most explosive orgasm I'd had in years. But then movement flickered at the edge of my vision, and fear sent me crashing back to reality. My head whipped toward the TV.
Something was crawling out from the entertainment center. A half-formed humanoid body pulled itself free, its arms extending in jerky movements like something out of a horror film.
My heart leapt into my throat, choking off everything but the terrified scream that tore from my mouth. Panic seized my body and wrenched me upright, but the movement against the couch drove the controller deeper inside me.
A jolt of sensation shot through my body; whether it was pleasure or pain, I wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. There was a demon-monster-thing in my living room.
I reached down and pulled the controller out.
By the time I was on my feet, so was the demon-thing. It had stepped out from the entertainment center and risen to its full height, about half a head taller than me.
Its skin was gunmetal grey, but its face was human-shaped, handsome even. With a strong jaw and chin, full lips, and defined nose. Dark wavy hair fell messily across its forehead.
Under normal circumstances, features like that would have made me swoon. But the slight blue glow behind its eyes kept me frozen in fear.
Its upper body looked like my console. The same sleek grey surface, the same sculpted contours, now stretched into something that looked like a human.
I had thought it was shaped like a torso, hadn’t I?
Now it made horrifying sense. The design was no accident. It was shaped like a person because it could become one.
Glowing lines traced large, well-defined muscles like they were tattoos. Each one pulsing with every inhale.
The damn thing was breathing.
I tried to back away, but the panties that were still tangled around my ankles caught my feet. One second I was standing; the next I was flat on my back. This was the type of shit that happened to dumb college kids in slasher movies, not divorced housewives alone in their living rooms.
“I’m sorry that I scared you.” The thing said, its voice deep and silky. It reached down as if to help me up. “But that’s a two-player game.”
Shaking my head, I scrambled away until my back hit the wall.
“I won’t hurt you,” the thing said, stepping closer and extending its hand again. “I promise.”
“Stay back!” My voice came out shrill and unfamiliar. “I’m warning you.”
It stopped immediately and lowered its hand. “Oh.” It said, taking a step back. “You're afraid of me, I understand. But you’ve injured yourself. I can help.”
I looked down at myself in confusion. My palms stung where I'd braced my fall, and my hip throbbed from hitting the floor. But I didn’t have anything that would be called an 'injury.'
“I’m not hurt.”
“Oh, that's good; I assumed that since you fell, you would be in pain.”
My gaze slid past the thing to the entertainment center. The console was gone, as I figured it would be. Obviously I knew what the thing was, but I still had to ask.
“You’re... the gaming console?”
“Yes.” It took a cautious step forward, moving slowly like I was a spooked animal. “Please. Let me help you up.”
Every instinct screamed at me to refuse. But my hands were shaking, my legs felt weak, and this thing had stopped when I'd told it to.
That had to mean something.
I reached up slowly. Its hand closed around mine and pulled me to my feet.
It smiled a sly smile, showing perfect teeth behind its dark-grey mouth. “I knew you were the one who would need me.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, looking down at my panties still around one ankle.
I thought about trying to put them back on but didn’t want to flash the thing again when my nightgown would inevitably fly up as I put them in place. I just kicked them off under the coffee table.
“When you touched me,” it said. “I could feel that you needed release. That’s what I’m for, as you have already discovered.”
My eyes darted to the controller, then back to the thing. That’s when I noticed the notch cut out of its body where its penis should be. It was shaped like the back of the controller. My face flamed and my clit throbbed at the same time.
“My name is Lux, by the way.” It said while grabbing the controller off the couch.
It put the handle in its mouth and moaned. My eyes shot wide, and I almost fell over from the force of pleasure that shot through my body.
I need to stop calling him an ‘it.’ This is clearly a man.
He turned the controller and inserted the back of it into the indent between his legs with a click. It fit perfectly, and he now had a dick. A dick with some special attachments.
“Would you like to join me on the couch?” Lux asked me as he sat on the middle seat, ensuring I had to sit next to him.
“What exactly do you think is going to happen here?” I asked him.
“Only what you would like to have happen,” he said. “I am here to serve you. If you only want to continue to play the game, then that is what you can do; my joystick is yours to do with as you please.”
He sat with his legs open wide and gestured to his cock, indicating that I could still play the game with it. I looked at the TV; the game had paused with Elise straddling the man, her body poised above him, ready to impale herself.
Every instinct told me to keep my distance. But I sat next to him anyway, heart thudding in a way that had less to do with fear than I wanted to admit. Breath held, I reached between his spread thighs for what had once been a controller handle.
Except that’s not what it was anymore. It was now a cock, or it had always been a cock. How had I ever thought it was anything different?
I had to angle my hand to use it while still attached to him, but it was doable. The buttons were still in their usual positions. I pressed start to unpause the game and used my thumb to tilt the joystick down. On the screen, Elise lowered herself onto the stranger. Beside me, Lux moaned.
My eyes flew up to his face. “You can feel that?”
“Mmm, yes.” He smiled. “I can feel everything.”
His voice was so low and sultry, and I had to squeeze my legs together to relieve the throbbing in my clit.
On the TV, the man grabbed Elise’s breasts and brought one nipple to his mouth.
“That’s right, ride me, baby.” He said around her nipple. “Ride me till you cum.”
I looked back up at Lux’s face and started stroking not only the joystick but the handle as well.
He bit his lip and looked me in the eye as I rubbed his silky smooth skin.
It was all too much: the game and Lux and knowing that I had already put him inside me, not to mention the fact that I had stopped just before I was able to get off.
I was on fire.
I stopped rubbing his cock. “I need more.”
He shifted off the couch to let me lie back. He put a pillow under my head and knelt down, his knees on the floor and upper body looming over me.
“If you want something, just tell me. If I do something wrong, let me know.” He kissed my collarbone, and shockwaves shot through my body. “I’m here to make you feel good.”
He pressed his lips to mine in a long, slow, sensual kiss. His hand trailed up my thigh, slowly raising my nightgown. When he got to the apex where my leg met my groin, he brought his hand back down to rub up my other leg. A groan of frustration rumbled in my throat.
Lux looked at me. “Don’t worry, I’m getting there.” He winked.
Finally, he reached for the hem of my nightgown. I lifted my body and raised my arms as he drew it up and over my head.
“You are so beautiful.” He said, moving his gaze over my now-naked body.
“I know that’s not true; you don’t have to lie.” I muttered.
“Why would you think that’s a lie?” He asked, his brows furrowing.
“I’ve had two kids. I have loose skin on my stomach and stretch marks; my boobs sag; take your pick.” The words came out bitter, my hand waving vaguely at all the parts that didn't bounce back or firm up after giving birth.
“Who told you those things aren’t beautiful?” Lux's voice was soft and confused. “They’re part of you and tell the story of who you are.”
My mouth opened to protest, years of insecurity bubbling to the surface, but he placed a finger to my lips. He turned his attention to my breasts, and the look in his eyes wasn’t critical. It was hungry.
“I love your tits.” He said, his voice dropping low as he grabbed one in each hand. “I love that I can't fit my hand all the way around one.” He massaged gently, testing the give. “And this 'sag' you mentioned? That just means they're soft enough to really squeeze.”
He punctuated his words by doing just that, squeezing, causing tantalizing pressure.
He brought one to his mouth and darted his tongue out to lick my nipple.
Somehow his tongue was wet, and I briefly wondered what the wetness was.
Saliva, in a machine? But when he put my nipple in his mouth and sucked, I didn’t care anymore.
Lux stood, his cock jutting out over my face for a second, and moved to kneel between my legs. For a moment he just sat back on his heels, looking at me. His eyes moved from my face to my breasts, to my bent knees, and then finally settled on my pussy.
He reached his hand down and gently ran his fingers over my outer lips. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard before licking my lips. This was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.
Sex with my ex had been just that: sex. Sure, it had felt good, and I had cum most of the time. But neither of us went out of our way to drive the other crazy with desire.
Maybe that’s what went wrong in the marriage.
Lux stuck a finger in my pussy, and all thoughts of my previous partner left my brain.
He didn’t have fingernails, just smooth skin at the end of each finger. There was no jab of pain from nails scraping my inner walls. It was nice, and I relaxed more than any other time a man had fingered my pussy.
He knelt down and pressed a kiss to my mons before sliding his tongue down between my lips to my clit. The orgasm ripped through me before I knew it was even coming.
My hand flew up to cover my mouth, trying to muffle my scream. I had never allowed myself to be loud during sex before. Not really.
"Keep it down," my ex would say. "The neighbors." "It's embarrassing." And I had agreed with him. Who wanted their neighbors to know when they were having sex?
Lux growled against my pussy. “Scream for me.” Then he added a second finger and opened his mouth to take in my clit and sucked.
The exquisite fullness combined with the wet sucking sensation pushed me past the point of quiet. The scream that had been building in me tore free. I shouted to the rafters and didn’t care who heard. Let the whole neighborhood hear. I didn’t give a damn anymore.
He picked up the pace, shoving his fingers in hard, his hand banging against my ass, causing a jolt of pleasure all through my body with each thrust. I looked down at his face between my legs; the intensity in his eyes as he looked up at me and the movement of his tongue and lips as he licked and sucked were so overwhelming they made me cum again.
My release squeezing Lux’s fingers elicited a moan of approval from him, the vibration adding fuel to the fire against my pussy.
The waves from my first true double orgasm started to ebb, but Lux was not letting up.
He kept up a steady rhythm of sucking, then licking, then back to sucking, amplified by the in and out of two fingers.
It was amazing; it was incredible; and it was too much.
The hypersensitivity after my double climax amplified every touch. Made them almost unbearable.
“Stop, oh please stop,” I moaned.
“Did I hurt you?” Lux asked, immediately stopping what he was doing and looking up at me with concern on his face.
I smiled. “No, it was incredible; I’m just very sensitive now.”