Keith felt himself drowning in these emotions for a solid week. His life felt like an empty, hellish existence utterly void of comfort or pleasure. Never in his life had he known it was possible to feel this awful. 

He slept no more than a couple of hours each night, and spent the rest of the time staring at the ceiling thinking about her. He barely ate, only forcing down a tiny morsel here and there when he couldn’t physically go on without a few calories in him. His work performance was a joke. No one noticed because it had been a slow week, but if things got even just a bit busy, he knew everyone would realize how hard he was phoning it in. And his social life was non-existent. He made no attempts to reach out to any of his friends, he ignored all of their messages. He didn’t have space in his brain for any of them.

The only person he wanted to think about was her. He wanted her so bad his skin hurt.

He knew that she was well aware of how he was feeling. She’d said herself, his mind was calling out to her. Which meant that she was leaving him in this state on purpose. The fact that she would be so intentionally cruel to him only compounded his misery.

Food seemed to have little to no taste. Sleep brought no rest. No social interactions made him feel any less lonely. He was in hell. His existence was utterly void without her, that nameless woman he’d met only twice.

The fact that she had that power over him made him feel afraid. He’d never been this defenseless before. How long would she leave him like this? A few weeks? Years? The rest of his life?

Who’s to say this torture would even end with his life? She wasn’t of this world; that much was clear. So what was to stop her from continuing to toy with whatever form he took after death? Was he condemned to an eternity of torment? If so, why? What had he done to draw her ire? 

He didn’t want to live. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want anything except her touch. If he had any idea where she was, he would have gone to her, fell to his knees, and begged her to let this aching end.

Sometimes, he could feel her watching him. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew she was somewhere out there in the universe observing him. It was like he could sense her gaze on him. She was watching every minute of his torture, and he was pretty sure she was enjoying it.

Sometimes, he could swear he felt her nearby. Many times, he thought for sure that he had seen a figure in his peripheral vision, but when he turned, he saw that there was never anyone there. More than once, he’d looked out a window at night and thought he caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes glowing in the dark. He still remembered the scent of her perfume. Sweet and smoky, a bit like incense. He could swear he smelled it throughout his house. Never close by, but never far. It was maddening.

Eventually, he found himself talking to her when he was alone at home. It was too quiet; he had no interest in talking to anyone else, and he felt certain she was listening anyway. He hated how pathetic he sounded, but maybe that would inspire some mercy.

“I don’t understand why you came into my life just to leave me in misery like this.” He found himself whispering one day as he was absent-mindedly cleaning just to fill the hours

“I don’t understand what you want from me. I’ll do anything to have you again, anything.” He mumbled later as he lay on his couch, dejected and purposeless. 

It began to get worse after that. One day, he came home, and as soon as he was inside the house, he found himself saying

“Please, just tell me what you want me to do.”

He wasn’t speaking under his breath anymore; he was speaking out loud. It occurred to him that if anyone saw him, they’d think he was mad. He didn’t care. They’d probably be right.

Then, one fateful night, he awoke at 3 am on the dot. His room was pitch black and deadly silent. He was about to fall asleep when he noticed a figure on the other side of the room.

Or at least that’s what he thought. Then he realized it was just his office chair with a jacket draped over it. The shadows made it appear as if a person was in the room with him. Not an unheard-of event, of course.

But then he spotted a pair of eyes. Purple, glowing irises stared back at him, which of course made no sense. Eyes didn’t glow that vibrantly even when reflecting light; he’d never seen purple eyes like that before. It was just another trick of the light.

Then the eyes blinked. They continued to stare back at him, straight into his own eyes. They almost felt like they were staring into his mind.

The eyes scared him. They scared him enough that he wondered if he was having a nightmare. There was something wrong with those eyes. I wanted to hide from their gaze.

He decided the best course of action was to assume that he was seeing things. It happened sometimes. It was late, it was dark, he was tired. He’d chuckle about it in the morning. So he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

But even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the bright purple irises staring at him. They were exploring his face in a way that must have meant they could see in the dark far better than him. These eyes were impossible to hide from. Still, he tried. He needed his sleep. Now more than ever. It was exhausting being this miserable all the time.

“After all that moping, because you wanted to see me, now that I’m finally here, you’re just going to go back to sleep?”

Keith nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the voice suddenly speaking to him in his ostensibly empty room.

He opened his eyes again and looked back at the now undeniable purple eyes. They blinked again as they stared back at him, waiting for a response. He didn’t have one

The eyes stood and began to move closer. As they did, he began to make out the dark figure to which they were attached. It was like a walking shadow, its two eyes being its only features. Even still, he recognized the figure. It was her.

The inky figure moved to the foot of his bed and continued staring at him. Even at only a few feet away, he couldn’t make out any details except for those eyes.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” The dark figure asked. He recognized her voice, but it was off somehow.

“Yes, I’m happy to see you.” He answered. It was at least partially a lie. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t happier. He had, of course, been begging for precisely this. The figure climbed onto his bed and crawled over top of him. His room was so dark that even once she was over top of him, face to face, all he could see were her eyes. It was like she brought a denser form of darkness into the room with her. 

 “Why are you here now?”

 “Would you rather I wasn’t?”

 “No! Just…why now?”

“Because I missed you.” She bent down, buried her face in his neck, and began to lick and suck.

 “Then why were you gone for so long?” He found himself doing his best not to moan in pleasure as he spoke. 

“Because I liked watching you ache for me.” She said sensually. 

“I’ve been in hell.” He told her.

She chuckled darkly. “Trust me, the last few days were nothing like hell. I’d know.”

“You’re scaring me.” He whispered.

“That’s the idea.” She pressed her whole body against him. 

He didn’t realize how hard he was until he felt himself poking into her stomach.

“You may be scared,” she began, “but I think you’re glad I’m back. If I’m wrong, tell me and I’ll leave you alone.”

“No!” As scared as he was of her, he was more afraid of her leaving.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked him in the eye again.

“Then tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“You can do better than that.”

“I want to be inside you.”

She buried her face in his neck again.

“Beg.” She asked told him.

“Please.”

“Beg like you need it.”

“I do need it. Please, please, please.” He wrapped his arms around the shadowy figure and pulled it tighter against him. “I’ve needed you so bad. PLEASE!” He hissed the leg word desperately.

She reached a hand down between both of them and into his boxers. Her hand felt like it was on fire. Her touch seemed to burn his skin, but in a way that somehow felt sweet and gentle. She took ahold of him in her hand and began to stroke.

Against his will, he let out a moan. He reached down with his right hand and began to squeeze her tight little ass and pulled her against him.

She simultaneously stroked him with her hand and gently humped her body down into him. At the same time, she continued nibbling at his neck. She alternated between leaving him hickeys and gentle bite marks just barely hard enough to break the skin.

“Are you going to leave again after this?” He asked in a whisper, though he wasn’t sure why he was trying to be quiet. Perhaps he was just ashamed of how desperate he was.

‘Of course.’ He heard her thoughts in his mind again since her mouth was still busy with his neck. ‘Leaving you is part of the process. It makes it feel sweeter for both of us when I come back.’ 

 “I don’t want you to leave.”

 ‘I know. But it’s not all bad news, cutie. This time, because I know the past week has been rough, I’m going to let you cum.’

 “I’m going to get to fuck you?”

 ‘That’s not what I said.’

“So I can cum, but I can’t fuck you?”

 ‘Trust me, I’ll still take good care of you.’

“But I want you.”

 ‘And you’ll have me. Sort of.’

She gave his cock a firm squeeze. ‘Because the less I give you, the more obsessed you are with me.’

“You scare me.”

‘Does that make you want me any less?’

“No.”

‘Then I can live with that.’

Then she took her mouth off his neck and looked him in the eye.

‘Worship me.’ She commanded him with her mind.

“How?”


‘Go with your gut.’

He stared into her glowing purple eyes and considered what to say.

“You’re fucking majestic.”

‘Ooo. Not a bad start.’ She stroked him faster, adding a twisting motion to her hand. 

“I want you so fucking bad, it’s all I think about it. You’re the most incredible creature I’ve ever met. I don’t wanna’ fucking live if I can’t be with you.”

She grinned down at him. He could only tell she was grinning because he could see her teeth reflecting the dim glow of the moonlight.

“Very good!” She purred in approval.

“I need you!” He went on. “I need you more than I need anything. You’re the only thing I need. You’re fucking perfect, and I’ll never care about another woman again.”

 “I like the way you worship, cutie.” Somehow how words of approval felt even better than her hand did on his cock. “But I need one more thing from you.”

She spoke the next words in his mind, and that barely even seemed that odd to him at this point. ‘I want you to call me ‘god’. I want you to worship me like I’m the one true religion.’

“Your god!” He agreed instantly. “I’m your fucking convert, and I’ll never stop worshipping you. I’ll do anything to he with you. I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’ll convert others to you, I’ll make sacrifices for you, whatever you want! Just let me worship you as long as I live!”

She let out a loud, evil cackle. He heard it both out loud, and in his mind. She sounded absolutely delighted but in a way that came across as distinctly sadistic. The sound made him afraid for his soul, and he loved every second of it.

 “You’ll be worshiping me long after you’re dead.” She assured him.

“I’ll worship you for eternity!” He said, and meant it. 

“Say that again, and I’ll make you cum.”
He felt so desperate to cum that he would have done anything at all for her permission to blow. 

 “I’ll worship you for all eternity!” He said again but louder this time. “You’ll be my fucking god forever, and I’ll be your slave until the universe ends.”

 “Again!” She demanded while stroking and twisting her hand up and down on his cock at a nearly inhuman speed. 

“You’re my god and I’ll serve you for the rest of reality. Just make me yours so I can spend eternity worshiping you!”

And then, she spoke a single word that gave him the most incredible experience of his entire life. She spoke it in a soft and even, yet authoritative tone. She spoke the word gently yet left no room for argument.

“Cum.”

Keith’s entire body seemed to explode with unfathomable pleasure. Every nerve in his body felt hotter than a supernova. His heart raced at such a speed he felt certain it would beat its way out of his body. His mind was filled with a million thoughts in a single second. It was as though he felt every emotion known to man at maximum intensity, and even some emotions not yet put to words.

His whole body shook uncontrollably. His limbs thrashed all about the bed. His cock sprayed absolutely impossible amounts of thick, hot cum all over his bed and his body. He screamed at the top of his lungs for louder, and longer than he thought capable. He kept cumming for longer than any human should have, and he kept screaming the whole time.

It just didn’t end. It went on, and on, and on. He couldn’t think clearly enough to keep track of time, but he knew for certain he was cumming longer and harder than was physically possible. Laying there in bed, it was as though he was experiencing every orgasm the entire human race had ever felt, all at once, on repeat, for what had to have been several minutes.

Minutes. Solid minute of nonstop, agonizing orgasm. He came until it was too much. Until it stopped feeling good. His body ached from thrashing, his throat was raw from screaming, and his cock was in agony from the supernatural amount of semen it had pumped out. It went on like this for several more minutes. It went on until the only thing he wanted was to stop cumming. If he’d been able to form a coherent thought, he would have prayed to her to make it end, but he didn’t even have the presence of kind to do that.

Fortunately, after an unbearable amount of time locked in this agony, his orgasm finally began to die down. The thunderous explosion of pleasure died down to what was more like a trickling stream of pleasure. A lovely, relaxing trickle of endorphins leisurely flowing through his body.

Then, just like that, it finally came to an end. It was the most awful thing he’d ever experienced in his life. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced in his life. He hoped to all that was holy that he never experienced anything like it again in his life, and he hoped to all that was holy that it happened to him every day from now until the end of eternity. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that what he’d experienced was both heaven and hell at the same time.

Then he realized his room was empty. She’d simply left at some point while he was cumming. Which could have been at any time, really. He’d been so oblivious it wouldn’t have been hard for her to slip out the door. Or, for all he knew, she’d simply dematerialized into thin air. Either way, she was gone.

This time, however, that was okay. She’d left him more satisfied than he’d ever felt in his life. He did not have a single care in the world. He drifted off to sleep, feeling like the happiest human being in the whole world.

When he awoke the following day, he found a note on his nightstand.

‘Next time you want to see me, all you have to do is call me by my name. -Violet’