Chapter 43
Bad Highs the material around her chest is see-through, and I find myself drinking in her figure.
She swings her legs out of the mirror and sits on the sink as she grins evilly at me.
Her smile snaps me out of her trance as I let out a little whimper and lean harder against the tub, causing the curtain to crinkle underneath me.
The woman’s eyes are covered by a strip of black lace, but red blood drips from where her eyes should be.
I gulp, finding myself speechless and frozen in fear.
I close my eyes for a moment and try to take a deep breath, but my attempt at a soothing inhale turns into one gasping for air in panic.
“You’re just high. You’re just high. You’re just high,” I chant to myself when I feel a prickle of coolness on my chin.
I shoot my eyes open to the woman leaning over me with her finger stroking my face.
I screech as I kick my legs up, trying to get her as far away from me as possible, but my legs go right through her body.
Her body flashed a soft blue momentarily before solidifying again.
“Oh, do I love to catch my prey in such a susceptible position. And one with a fight too.” She clacks her teeth at me as tears fall from my eyes uncontrollably. I lift my hands up, wiping my eyes aggressively to look back in front of me.
“Who—who are—how—,” I stutter out in fear.
The woman continues to grin at me as she stands full height, swaying along the bathroom floor. Her feet make no sounds as she flashes in and out of a corporal form.
“You did call my name, Bluebird.”
I stare at her with my mouth agape. I’m just hallucinating.
She halts her steps for a moment when she suddenly rushes towards me and inhales deeply.
Her tongue flicks out, split in half as it wiggles at me.
Holy shit. I squeal and wince, lifting my hand to my head and feeling wetness on my scalp.
“Ow,” I whisper, feeling the dizziness wave through my body again.
“You smell divine.” She crawls over me as I witness her body becoming tangible. She pulls my head away from the wall of the shower as I try to huddle into myself. Her head slithers behind mine as I hear a lapping sound. “Mmm, you taste even better,” she purrs.
I melt into the sensation and find myself softly moaning as I feel her tongue stroke against the cut on my scalp.
I slowly close my eyes as the stars of dizziness turn into ones of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I moan as I push myself further into her mouth.
She climbs onto my lap, straddling me as her hips start to rock against me.
It feels horrifyingly perfect as I lose myself in the sensation her tongue has on me.
“Yes, Bluebird. Spill into my tongue.”