Lanyth: My Darling

Her body ached for a touch, the night upon her naked skin. She wanted to cry out in anguish, but no one was near to hear, so she suffered as she lay beneath the cool coverlet of the bed. She thought that perhaps he had not come yet—the man who should have been with her this hour before —but only fancy took shape between sleep's dark curtains, while on every side brooded silence deep as death itself could make it.

And now came soft sounds through the room like low tones of music from an unseen orchestra. Their coming sweetened her dreams, and her slumber grew lighter at its approach. She rolled across the white sheets of her bed, her nude dark elven skin caressing the sheets beneath her. She rolled into a stark patch of moonlight that shared her bed and let the light make love to her flesh. Her bare breasts were full and rounded under the moon, making two perfect spheres that reflected the silvery beams onto each other. The nipples puckered slightly, betraying how aroused she became by these small movements. They swelled slowly as if trying to escape their confinement within the round gray orbs, seeking freedom in some more natural state.

She then realized where she was. Though her mind still wandered with pleasant thoughts, her body knew quite well what place she occupied.

Her mind was lost deep in the savage throes of lust. The music sounded louder now; she felt herself growing warm inside again, starting once again from sleep until reality faded away into a dream state. As her eyes fluttered open, they landed on something significant against her bedroom window: another woman's form upon the glass.

This was her reflection, her body lying on the bed, lost in the heat of moonlight and the raw touch of her skin. This image gave rise to strange feelings inside the young woman's head, simultaneously making her feel vulnerable and excited. It made her feel so alive...and alone. And though this may have seemed like the first emotion for many women, it wasn't hers—she didn't care much about being alone right now. All she cared about was his hand upon her breast and how he whispered things that set fire to every inch of her soul. She had already given him everything she owned just minutes ago when he touched her, letting her white hair flow down over her face as she surrendered control entirely to the dark man above her. She smiled gently as she looked out the window, lovingly watching the moonlight kiss her skin as it kissed the windowsill below her feet.

But no sign of anyone coming near enough to give her what she wanted tonight.

No kiss was coming.

No gentle touch to light the fire in her soul.

There were no strong hands to hold her as he took her as his own.

She stared at her naked self in the mirror, a curious smile crossing her lips as she began to take note of changes within her body, or at least how she saw herself. There was something different about her, something special about these new parts hidden under the covers that would not be found elsewhere. The lavender folds between her thighs were smooth and very tight. She felt an ache there where she hadn't before. The curves around her belly button looked as if they were cut by a master sculptor seeking refuge in the dreams his chisel formed. And even with all these signs of change in her physical form, they paled compared to her breasts, which grew more prominent. They were soft and full yet firm and complex; they rose like mountains deep inside their valley.

The thought of him wanting her had made her see her body not as something reviled.

But as something beautiful.

Wanted.

Desired.

And desired so much...

That it became too much for one night.

Her thoughts drifted from this strange desire when suddenly a sudden chill raced up her spine, making her gasp aloud as goosebumps appeared on every part of her exposed skin. Her heart beat fast as the feeling struck her again—she could hear footsteps now—and now she knew who was standing outside the window: another man stood staring through the glass into her bedroom. He wore black clothing, but a mask concealed his face—it covered most of his features except for two holes for his eyes, allowing only enough light to let her see him. But that was enough because there he was!

She wanted him more than anything else.

And though he couldn't touch her right now, he did something just as important. Something he always does whenever he comes near: he whispers things in her ear. "Come," he said. "I want you." She moaned softly as she turned around to look at him once more. He stared down at her with those burning hot dark eyes beneath his mask and nodded at her gently with approval, letting go of some words with meaning only the two of them understood. They smiled at each other without saying a word before they parted ways, leaving nothing between their souls but empty air.

And like that, he was gone.

Just her dreams again. The music began again to play its song from afar before falling silent moments later...just long enough for the young woman to turn back towards her mirror and to stare at her reflection one last time. The moonlight lovingly touched her naked skin as she watched it fall across her form and spread outwards until it landed over the bed. A gentle wind picked up where it lay and caressed the covers above her head as it played with strands of her hair that hung past her shoulders. And even with all these pleasant sensations swirling inside her head, the cold still came creeping through the open window. It slithered slowly upwards along her bare body; its icy fingers made every inch shiver with delight. But soon, the chill would pass, and when it did, someone would be beside her to warm her up...

The man whose name sounded like an echo on the edge of the night's darkness whispered sweetly into her ears:

"My darling..."