Darkest Dreams (closed for Ravenloft)

Charlie gasped as Stu disappeared, leaving only the demon behind. Her eyes went wide. "Oh. Oh! Joining like... that kind of joining..." she observed, chewing her lip nervously. "Okay." She sat up, a bright smile lighting her features as he said he loved her, growing wider when he repeated it.

She slipped her own arms hesitantly around him, as if momentarily uncertain that she'd be able to physically touch him, given how ethereal he looked. "I love you, too," she answered, and eased her lips carefully over his, opening herself willingly to him.
 
It was the strangest sensation, it was like she was breathing Him in, like he was a vapor. Then all at once, five thousand years of experience tore through her mind, it was like a spinning wheel of memories, feelings and thoughts, not everything had room in her head, so most of it was locked away. The thing about switching bodies was that it was very much like rolling the dice to see what would fit, what piece of his antiquated spirit would imprint on her and become the Enumael that existed within her. If Stu had been present at that moment for their joining, he would have said it was like the way Dr Who regenerates, only, the most likely aspects of Enumael to come forth were the ones that meshed with Charlotte's personality.

(Ooc - you get to be the demon for a little while. ;))
 
Charlie gasped, shocked at the sensation of breathing him in, and lost her balance, feeling like a gust of wind was pushing her backwards. She tumbled back onto the couch, but the sensation of falling was enough to jolt her back out of her dream.

And she awoke bearing the soul of a demon. She closed her eyes, smiling to herself, feeling burst of extraordinary confidence and sensuality rolling through her body.

So. How is it in here? she asked, wondering if the demon inside her could hear.

The response she got was from a deliciously feminine voice that sounded like melted chocolate. Mmm, I love it. And I love you, my sweet Charlotte.

Charlie grinned, tossing aside her blankets and getting to her feet. Today was going to be one hell of a day.

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Work was... distracting, because suddenly, Charlie was aware of the sexual tension permeating the office and, more surprisingly, just how much of it was directed at her. A full half of the men in the office (even the married ones) gave off a little burst of lust when she walked by. She was shocked by the variety in flavour that existed in lust, but all it really did was make her anxious for the end of the day, when she could go home. Or, more accurately, go to the comic shop.

She left 15 minutes earlier than she probably should have, but she was so antsy and anxious that she realized she wasn't going to get anything done in that last 15 minutes anyway, so she headed out a bit early, promising herself that she'd make up for it once Enumael was back with Stu. She had to wonder if the demon was doing this to her on purpose. After all, it didn't seem like Stu had been ready to burst with sexual energy all the time when he bore Enumael. Or maybe it was just that it took some time to get used to it, and it was always like this for the first little while.

Either way, when she arrived at the comic shop, she did a quick check to make sure no one else was in the store, locked the door behind her and flipped the "Be back in 5 minutes" sign on the door before she went looking for Stu. "Stu? Where are you?"
 
"I'm back here..." Stu called out, meekly. He hadn't expected to lose the demon part of himself so abruptly last night, the whole think was sort of unplanned and he had kept himself up all night, wondering if he would ever see either one of them again. It was pretty hard, going back to just being normal old Stu again. But then Charlie came walking in and although he was feeling pretty miserable, she really set his heart aflame, just hearing her voice. He was still in his robe and Yoda slippers with dark circles under his eyes, partly from the sleeplessness, partly from being so frightened he might actually be all alone again that he had cried at some point during the night and early hours of the day. "Charlie? Is that you?" He asked, his voice shaking, almost afraid to let her see how much of a mess he was without her and without the demon.
 
Charlie walked into the back room, ready to jump his bones, but when she saw him, the sweeter, gentler part of her pushed the demon's desires back, and she practically ran across the room to him, throwing her arms around him. "Stu! Oh my god, what's wrong?"

She reached up to press her palm over his cheek, her thumb caressing his cheekbone. "You look exhausted. What happened?"
 
Stu smile weakly and didn't know weather to laugh or to cry, his emotions were so jumbled up in knots, he kind of started doing both when she raced over to embrace him. Her concern made him break down completely in her arms and he sobbed openly, so overwhelmed by her love. It took him a good fifteen minutes to collect himself enough to explain himself. And even then it was through a tight, straining voice every time he revealed another naked moment of raw fear over losing her or the demon. It took all his resolve to not just out right beg for the demon back. "It fe-hup-feels like hup caffeine with-hup-withdrawal, being without the demon... I'm just so weak... I feel so disgusting ... hup, how can-hup-can you even sta-hup-stand me? I'm such a blu-hup-bering mess..." he just Burried his face in her shoulder and whimpered, seeking comfort.
 
Charlie's heart was breaking for the poor guy, he was so unhappy. She led him carefully over to the couch and sat him down, comforting him while he cried into her shoulder, stroking his back and generally just trying to be there for him.

Once he finally started explaining, she placed finger under his chin, making him look up at her. "Of course I can stand you. I told you I'd stick with you, even without the demon, didn't I?" She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, smiling sadly. "If it bothers you that much, I'll hopefully only need to keep the demon with me for tonight, so I can draw Morpheus' attention. Once that's done, you can have him back, if that's what you want." She paused, and then added, "But, you know, I'd kind of like the chance to get to know you. I'm getting to know the demon outside the context of... well, you. I'd like to get to know you outside the context of him, too. If you're okay with that."
 
"You're just... just... Oh Charlie! I can't believe how lucky I am! You're all I could ever want in a woman! As naked as I feel without the demon, I think I'd die without you! So, if you really want to get to know me without... him... then yes, of course I'm okay with that! I'm just kind of... lame... without him in me. I can't sense you, I can't tell how I make you feel. It scares me. Not knowing how you feel. I got so used to his powers... um... how do you feel? Can you sense me? I guess the shoes on the other foot, huh? Boy, do I feel like a goon. Crying all over you and looking like a Crack addict or something... you're so kind to me... I feel like my heart could just explode right now!" He sniffed and made another pained sort of smile as the emotions in his heart swelled over her again.
 
Charlie scoffed, giggling. "I get to decide if you're lame, not you. And anyway, not having the supernatural ability to guess how your partner is feeling? That's how everyone interacts with their significant others. Believe me, you're doing just fine. Relax."

Now that Stu seemed to be doing okay and wasn't so upset anymore, Charlie felt the demon's desires returning, and her grin turned a little wicked. "But, you know, I can feel you, and I know you want me," she breathed, slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. "Mmmm, now it's my turn to fulfill your fantasies. What do you want to do first?"
 
"You... you do?" Stu seem genuinely surprised by her take on relationships. "Ugh, how does anyone stay together when all they can do is guess? Well, if you say so, I believe you. I trust you completely, you know." He played with the top button of her fancy office power suit, cracking a small smile of his own. "Yeah, I bet that was really hard to pick up on too, right? Telling I want you. Um... you know... actually... theres this one fantasy I've had ever since I saw you in this suit..."

He explained how hot it would be if she were his boss and have her take advantage of him. "Like I'm up for review and I've really screwed up or something and my job is on the line... I know I'm screwed if I don't make you happy, but I don't know what to do, all I can do is beg for your mercy. I'd do anything to keep working for you, you know? Cause you're so powerful."
 
A broad, wicked grin spread across Charlie's face as Stu explained his fantasy. She grinned and stood, standing over him as he sat on the couch in front of her, her expression twisting into an expression of disappointment (despite her inability to actually completely hide the pleasure and arousal on her face).

"Stuart. You know what you've done wrong, don't you? And how much work and money it's going to take to fix it?" She leaned over, giving him an eyeful of the view down the front of her shirt 'by accident.' "Tsk tsk. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just fire your ass on the spot," she purred, hovering over him and biting her lip.

Oh yes, this was going to be fun.
 
"I know... ive really messed up, ma'am... but I will do anything, absolutely anything I can to fix it, I swear!" He began, hanging his head in shame at first, but then slowly lifted his big blue eyes to gaze up at her in her righteous fury, not missing the glimpse of her full chest as he did so. He scooted to the edge of the couch and straightened his back but did not stand, giving her the height over him to make him feel smallish. "What can I do to fix things?"
 
Charlie straightened and made a show of humming and hawwing about what he could possibly do to fix things.

"Well, let's see. There isn't much that you can do to fix the mess you've made here, and even if there were, I'm not sure I'd trust you to fix it," she informed him, fixing him with a steely glare. "The best you can hope for now is to please me in other ways so that I might be discouraged from firing you," she prompted, leaning toward him until she was almost nose-to-nose with him. "Tell me, Stuart, do you know how to please a woman like me?"
 
"Of course, I would do anything to stay in your employ, no one else has ever thrilled me the way you do. The way you move, act and command this company.... I have never been so enthralled with anyone as I am with you!" He leaned back a little, giving up some space to her, she was so stern, yet attractive. "I believe I do... what would you have me do to please you though?" He asked, looking up at her with a growing longing for her. "Whatever you ask of me, I will do, I swear on my life, I want to please you, very, very much."
 
Charlie grinned and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him gently but firmly off the couch so that he was kneeling on the floor in front of her. She took a seat on the couch and turned him around to he was facing her, then she took his hands and pushed them up her skirt, gasping at the feeling of his fingers against her skin.

"P-please me," she ordered huskily. "Use your fingers and mouth, and make me cum. If you're good enough, I might keep you on."
 
Such beauty, such command, Stuart was instantly lost in his desire to fulfill her every need. It was that little gasp and the way she subtly stammered her demand that he please her that made him turn from his typically shy self into a bit of a beast of hunger. He lush ed her legs open wide and flipped her fine, black skirt up over her belly so that he could shed her of her panties. Finally, he had her on display, and by god, she was magnificent! His mouth watered as he fondled the lips of her sex, savoring the intimacy of the moment before he bowed his head to kiss her pussy.

He parted her pussy lips gently with his thumbs as he nestled his tongue slowly into the heat of her moist core with a growly sigh of desire. Drawin up over her clit, he shifted so that he rested his cheek against her inner thigh and made just enough room for his fingers to glide slowly inside of her. So slowly, he could feel her every silky, slick inch of her tight love canal envelope his fingers. The sensation made him moan with delight again. If only it was his cock gliding deep into her hot embrace... he'd lose all control and cum within seconds... she would most certainly disapprove of such a short and unfulfilling session.
 
Charlie moaned as his fingers slid into her, exploring every inch. She gasped, her hips jerking at the feeling of tongue against her greatest points of pleasure, and began to pant. Her fingers wove into his hair and she spent a moment pressing his head into her pussy, then pulled back, making him look up at her.

Her gaze was hooded with lust and she leaned forward to kiss him, a dominant, commanding kiss, then licked her lips, purring at the taste of herself on his mouth. "You have to make me cum 3 times in the next hour. If you can manage that, then I'll keep you hired on. Officially, you'll become my assistant. Unofficially, your job will be as my sex toy. However I want, whenever I want. Got it?"
 
"Oh, yes! I live to please you!" Stuart exalted with an almost religious zeal lighting his eyes. He was eager to return his attention and ministry tins back upon her hungry little pussy. He had a hunger for her as well, or rather a thirst. Once she released him back upon her perfect sex, he dove into his efforts to please her with a selfless passion that might have made a lesser woman balk.

He found her clit with his mouth again and immediately sucked it into a tight seal with his lips, where he could lathe it with his tongue. To his delight, he could feel it twitch ever so slightly under the hot swathes of his churning tongue. While he pleasure her clit in a hurricane of tongue lashes he fingered the tight ring of her entrance, taking the time to really excite her, making all those sensitive bundles of nerve endings just hum with pleasure, preparing her for even deeper penetration and ultumately, working her toward a good spot orgasm.
 
Charlie moaned and, while she was normally a very selfless lover, she understood what Stu wanted in his fantasy, so she felt fully able to be selfish this one time. She moaned and gasped, her hands on his head pushing his face eagerly against her pussy. "Oh, oh my god, oh I'm close!" she panted, grinding eagerly against him. She cried out, her hands fisting in his hair, and a moment later, her pussy jerked and then gushed into his mouth as she came.

"Fuck... Oh my god, Stu, that was..." She stopped, clearing her throat and re-entering her persona of the dominating business woman. She pulled him up to kiss her, humming at the taste of her juices on his mouth. Then she grinned. "You have 40 minutes to make me cum twice more. Good luck."
 
Charlie's Moans were beyond erotic to Stu, making him go wild with lust as she forced him down on her and ground her pussy hotly against his hungry mouth. Hungry to receive the hot flood of her sweet juices. He was reluctant to leave off from her trembling font as she broke character briefly and drew him up for a kiss.

He smirked at her warning that he owed her two more in fourty minutes, knowing that as long as her body held out until the end, that he would have no trouble in giving her these two as well. This first one, he was almost certain was most likely just a clitoral orgasm, although, the salty sweet gush of her juices did hint at it having been a deeper one. He just hoped he could still finger her to a vaginal release and then finish with a nice, deep, g-spot orgasm.

He began phase two of his sensual efforts, slowly working his fingers just an inch inside of her, tenderly working at all those wonderfully sensitive nerve endings just within her tight canal. He was careful not to over stimulate her clit, now that it had been made extremely sensitive from her first orgasm, but he didn't ignore it either. Mostly he his rested his mouth and tongue against it , letting her own body do most of the subtle undulations that would keep her pink little nub throbbing all on its own.

He fingered her some more, with great satisfaction in how he could feel her pussy respond around his thrusting digits. Even better, he could see her pussy lips were now swollen and darker than before. "Gorgeous!" He whispered in a hiss of satisfaction over her full arousal. It was actually very hot to sort of spar with her, feeling her bearing down on his fingers , he spread them apart to resist her intentional, or perhaps, unintentional contractions? "Oh, so tight..." he growled as he continued to give her pussy all of his attention.

It was almost too tempting to skip past her vaginal orgasm and go right for giving her a G-Spot orgasm, but he didn't want to break character, as her assistant/potential love slave, he had to give her all three, or fail her demands. He couldn't allow himself to fail her, he had to do this right, he just had to secure his place at her feet!
 
Charlie gasped at the feeling of his fingers slipping into her, probing her depths while his tongue returned her her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked against his mouth and she bit back a curse. Three orgasms sounded great in concept, but she was already bordering on being too sensitive... And then, as if he realized exactly what he was thinking, he slowed down, his touch becoming soft and gentle, coaxing her body through the hypersensitivity she was enduring to bring her back into that state of bliss.

"Oh god, Stu... I thought you said you couldn't read my mind anymore..." she moaned, her head dropping back onto the back of the couch while she panted.
 
"Guess I learned a few things while posessed, huh?" Stu teased, both her and the demon that now posessed her. "Oh my god, charlie, you are like, really wet right now! And I can feel you slowly swelling around my fingers! This is really fucking hot you know!?" Stu was growing kind of giddy over how sexy she was, it was impossible to contain the genuine awe he felt over getting to play with her like this. "But damn, I love fingering you when you get so tight like this. Sooo slick, my fingers just glide right in!" To prove his point, he plunged his fingers deep and hooked them up inside of hef to firmly rub at her g spot. "I wonder if I can make you squirt." He pondered as he gleefully fingered her deep.
 
Charlie's eyes flew open and she yelped when Stu's fingers found her g-spot and started pressing down on it. "Oh, fuck!" Her hips jerked and she gasped, fresh arousal flooding her body all over again. She looked down at him and winked, grinning, then her expression turned serious (or as serious as she could make it with him fingering her so incredibly, anyway).

"I-uh-I think you're taking too many liberties with me, Stu," she told him, her voice shaking with pleasure even as she slipped back into her character. "35 minutes left," she panted. Then she smiled. "You're doing well. Maybe if you keep going at this rate, I'll let you fuck me for the last one."
 
Stuart paused when Charlie yelped and jerked, giving her a chance to adjust to the sensation of being fingered so deep. "Jumpy, aren't we?" He teased before she chided him in character. It was obviously a struggle for her to maintain the act, but she was still trying and he really appreciated it. To prove as much, he slipped back into character as well, hanging his head low, properly chastised by her, his rich and powerful boss. "Yes Miss Robbins, I'm very sorry, Miss Robbins, it won't happen again." He replied, softly, the way one does when they know they've fucked up.

Thirty five? He hadn't realized that he had taken almost half an hour to get her off once. Man, he might not actually make it. But not for lack of trying. He began rubbing at her g spot again, determined to make her not only cum a second time, but down right gush with her second release. Oh, the prospect of actually getting to be inside of her... he was throbbing in his pants for that! "I would be honored to be allowed such a liberty, Miss Robbins!" He gasped out, behind a slightly pained groan of desire while he struggled to find an position that didn't cause his constrained erection quite as much discomfort.
 
Despite Stu's concerns that he might not actually make it, Charlie wasn't concerned at all. If her new sensitivity was any indication, she was going to get off again soon, and it was getting easier and easier for her to reach that edge with each orgasm.

His fingers started grinding with abandon against her g-spot and she gave a full cry of pleasure, her hips grinding against his hand as he worked her. "O-oh god," she panted, reaching down to grab his head and push his face towards her throbbing pussy. "Lick my clit, oh hurry, I'm close!"
 
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