Her beloved was coming to her. She could feel him coming. Oh, how
she yearned for her beloved!
It had been so very long since she had known love...so very
long...she stretched, reveling in the anticipation of consummated love...
"I'm still not sure about using this old place," Melissa said. "Why
don't we just go to a motel or something?"
Chuck really didn't know why he felt so compelled to bring her to
this abandoned mansion.
Not that it was really abandoned. He kept the grounds for it, and
was paid regularly. Somebody kept the place up, though nobody lived here.
It was the perfect place to bring a girl...
"It's more romantic here," he said, looking into her eyes. Then, to
stifle further arguments, he picked her up and carried her over the
threshold like they were newlyweds. Then he kissed her for a long moment
before putting her down.
"Well...when you put it that way..." she purred.
"Now, m'lady," Chuck announced, turning on the light, "I shall
hasten to prepare our royal chamber."
Melissa stared at the dim, yellow light from the single bulb that
filled the dining room. "It works! And...and the place is furnished."
"And it's empty!" Chuck finished. "I shall return with all
dispatch."
"Hasten back to me, my love," she called as he trotted up the
stairs.
He was closer. Oh, he was coming to her! She stirred and stretched
again. Though her movements were languid, she thought she might burst with
excitement. "Oh, my beloved! Hasten to me!"
At the top of the stairs he had to grope for the cord that dangled
from the ceiling light. There were four doors, two on each side. Which
one?
"Come to me! I await you!"
Logic would have had him try each door, but a kind of intuition drew
him...seemed to pull him...to the furthest one on the left. He opened the
door and stepped inside, looking for the light.
And there he was, grand and magnificent! She reached for him, she
flowed to him, melting and secreting. "Oh, oh...oh, beloved!"
Chuck felt something warm and wet on his right foot. He didn't
think about it as he tried to pull his foot away, not even when it came
along. In the dim moonlight from the window he could now see a jelly-like
thing wrapped around his foot, pulsing somehow. He shook it, but it seemed
to grip his shoe and sort of ooze through it.
"Hey...what...?"
She touched him and shivered all over. Now...now, to embrace him as
she so longed to do...
He could feel the stuff running up his leg, clinging with a
glue-like consistency. It was also on his other foot now, and seemed to be
coming from the dark part of the room. It was moving up both his legs. He
tried to step away, toward the door, but found he couldn't. The stuff
seeped through his pants and seemed to caress his skin with a warm
moistness.
"Oh...oooh...oh, it is finally you!"
It was up to his waist now, and still rising. He felt the wetness
embrace his buttocks, his genitalia, and shivered with ecstasy...for a
fleeting moment.
She felt his response and a thrill ran through her. Oh, this was
worth the wait! She yearned for the climax, but held back, wishing to savor
every inch of her beloved.
"Ah...ugh..." He seemed unable to cry out the way he wanted to.
Fear was gripping him now...and pain. The stuff seemed to be pushing its
way into him, squeezing into his pores, and then he felt a burning...an
agonizing fire inside him...but he still couldn't cry out.
It was up to his chest and back now. Panic welled up within him.
He tried to force his limbs to move, but they refused to comply. He focused
his will until his head pounded, but his body remained standing, though
beginning to feel strangely weak.
"Oh, da...oh, oh..."
It was on his shoulders, running down his helpless arms.
Soon...soon...her drives would take over and she'd have to stop
holding back. But she wanted to, for just a little longer. This was her
beloved, and she'd waited so, so very long...
The burning was all over him now. He felt his feet and legs
actually beginning to dissolve, to be absorbed by this jelly-like thing that
gripped him. His struggles were slower now, and a part of him almost wanted
to just let it happen...
But a rational corner of his mind cried out that he was
dying...being devoured somehow, and he couldn't just let that happen! He
couldn't...
Then it enveloped his head and permeated his chest. Though he
continued to feel the pain and heat for several minutes, he was beyond
caring.
Now...now...NOW! She shook with the ecstasy of the consummation of
her deep love. She embraced her beloved, absorbed him, was fed and
nourished by him...and finally, with the sweet sadness of a lost innocence,
she became him. She/he went through the inescapable process of expectation,
consummation, and transmutation.
Then he rested, spent. But only for a moment. He reflected on how
these consummations almost always came in pairs. The masculinity would be
fleeting. Soon, he would be feminine again. He felt the familiar stirrings
beginning, deep within him.
Melissa was losing patience. What was taking Chuck so long? She
stepped to the staircase. "Chuck? Chuck, where are you?"
She started up the stairs, beginning to get angry. If that idiot
jumps out and yells "Boo!" or something...
She continued up the stairs.
His beloved was coming to him. He could feel her coming. Oh, how
he yearned for his beloved!
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