Limbo (Complete) One shot

[chickadee]

Limbo

This is not really a one shot, but it's not really a chapter story either. If it turns out to be too long to fit in one post, I'll split it in two.
Rated: N/C17


When I opened my eyes, the world around me was white. It took a little while to register that I was lying on my back. And that I was naked.

When I sat up, the landscape was an uninterrupted vista of white. No hills. No trees. No sky.

No horizon either. Just white. As far as the eye could see.

I heard a sound behind me. When I turned around I saw a figure in the distance. At least it seemed like it was distant, all depth perception being totally distorted.

I know I never moved and I'm fairly sure the figure wasn't moving, but suddenly the distance between us was halved and I could just make out the features of the man standing in front of me.

For a man it was. And not just any man. This man was tall and lean. He was clad entirely in white. White button down shirt, with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. White skinny jeans. White trainers. His hair was a shocking white too. It stood up in disarray from his alabaster brow.

Again, without appearing to move the man was suddenly standing right at my feet. I could see all the finer details of his face. Clean shaven, displaying angular jaw and cheekbones. But still baby faced somehow. Bright blue eyes under shaggy eyebrows, the only spots of colour apart from his lips. Lips tinged a pale pink, as he gave me the most breathtakingly sweet smile and put his hand out to pull me up.

He looked me up and down, and, whilst still holding my hand, pulled back his other arm and slapped me so hard across the face that my hand jerked from his and I stumbled backwards and fell, hitting my head.

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When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded, again, by white. Not the pure, clean, pristine white of before. But the sludgy, dirty white of days old snow on a New York sidewalk.

I was lying once again on my back and I was still naked. Except for.... Hmmm, my head felt strange. Heavier. I sat up cautiously and looked around. I saw the man again, rapidly hurtling towards me with no apparent movement.

He was dressed in grey this time, a charcoal grey suit, with a much lighter, almost silver shirt underneath. He looked like he should be at an awards show. The hair was darker, almost an auburn brown in colour, and his eyes resembled the grey of his suit. He was not so clean shaven now, with perhaps two or three days worth of growth, and it removed some of the innocence from his face.

He once again reached out his hand to help me up and I leaned away, reluctant.

“I'm not going to hit you.” He grinned, cheekily, and drew me up again. I was surprised to hear his voice. It was deeper than I'd imagined, and held an undertone of amusement.

Again, he gave me that long speculative look, raking me from head to toe with his eyes, but this time he stepped closer and put his hands on my shoulders.

“What do you think of your helmet?” he said, and I gasped and raised my fingers to encounter smooth, hard metal encasing the back of my head.

Before I got a chance to reply, he was bending his head and kissing me. Soft yet firm, with gentle pressure, intensifying as the kiss deepened. His whiskers tickled and I pulled back my head without thinking. He smiled broadly and my eyes saw the lengthening of his teeth the instant before I felt the pain in my bottom lip as he bit. He must have bitten clean through as the pain was excruciating and I felt my head swim and my knees buckle before I was conscious of him shoving me away from him, back towards oblivion.

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When I opened my eyes this time I was already wary. I expected to feel pain in my lip, but could feel nothing. I couldn't feel my face. I raised my hands in wonder. There was a mask on my face, hard and cold to the touch from the outside, but incredibly light and comfortable. It didn't interfere with my vision at all, and I was not at all claustrophobic in it. I ran my tongue over my lips, testing for holes or bite marks, blood even, and found nothing.

I gradually became conscious of a strange feeling in my back. I was lying on something. Something hard and yet soft at the same time. Something that felt alien and yet also a part of me.

I got gingerly to my feet, aware of a redistribution in my centre of gravity. Something was pulling me back. I glanced over my shoulder and was stunned to see wings. Grey, feathery wings, growing out of my back, like some strange parasite. I flexed and they unfolded, beating gently, as if they needed to contribute to my staying upright.

I spotted the man in that instant. This time the outfit was blue, navy blue, with a self-striped shirt underneath and a skinny tie. His hair was darker and even more unkempt and the beard was becoming scruffier.

The light surrounding us was more subdued, as if the sun was setting and it were becoming night, although there was no sun and I knew there would be no moon and no stars.

I took off flying, intent on getting away from the man before he could hurt me again, but I looked back to see him take a thin gold cord from inside his jacket and lazily hurtle it into the air after me. The lasso caught me around the ankle and he pulled me back to him effortlessly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk” he admonished through pursed lips, with a wagging finger. “Is that any way to thank me for such a wonderful gift?”

He placed one hand on my waist and stared deeply into my eyes. His eyes were no longer grey, instead appearing to be a very deep blue. A very deep hypnotic blue.

I found myself unable to look away as he began to trace patterns around my breast with his free hand. The hand at my waist made its way slowly up my side and he teased the flesh as he went, using a light feathery touch. I could feel my arousal beginning, the tingling sensation that was a precursor to the moistness that would soon leave my nether lips slick and ready.

He was rubbing both thumbs over my nipples now, making them harden and swell, and I let out a small moan as I moved my legs slightly apart.

One hand began to trail its way down my chest, across my stomach and through the damply curling hair between my legs, before tracing a circle around my wet entrance. My breathing hiked and I felt the pleasure build with the anticipation. His fingers brushed against my clit, barely skimming the skin and then returning with a firmer touch. My legs seemed to move further apart by their own volition and I silently urged him to touch me where I needed it most.

Just as he slid two long fingers inside me, I felt him strike with his other hand, grabbing my breast viciously with fingers that felt more claw than flesh and I looked down to see that I was right. I looked into his face in panic as a wave of pain mingled with the beginnings of my orgasm, only to see a triumphant smirk give way to a truly wicked smile.

“So easily bought!” he crowed, “I thought you would be a much harder catch!” And once again I was reeling backwards in pain, this time with the heat of my release and my shame burning in my cheeks.

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I opened my eyes to a scene of almost night. I knew he would be waiting for me to wake, and I also knew that this time I would be ready.

I got to my feet and examined the new additions to my wardrobe. Golden, glittering boots, that went half way up my thighs. Soft as suede against my skin but hard and glassy like diamonds on the outside. I wondered if they would cut like diamonds.

On my torso was a breastplate, also golden, beaten and shaped to fit exactly to my curves. More protection against his cruel love.

I scanned quickly around me and then took off into the air, hoping that I would see him before he found me.

There seemed to be an area of brilliance, where dark light was almost sparkling against the insipid quality of normal light. I flew towards it, trying hard not to be dazzled.

I came to a landing just in front of the brilliance and squinted against the darkness that was blinding me. He turned around then, the man, and my breath caught as I tried to take in the vision of him.

He was dressed entirely in black, luxurious black, as if the quality of the clothes spoke of occasions more important than his appearance here with me. His beard was full and that, coupled with the inky pools that were his eyes, gave him a wild and feral appearance, strangely at odds with his attire.

I took a step back, raising a hand to my mouth, as I saw movement at his sides and realised something. He was unfurling his wings. They were a glossy black, bigger than mine and he looked a lot more comfortable with them, than I was with mine.

In short, he was magnificent, and the smile that he gave exuded such an air of satisfaction, almost a gloating, as if he was the finest thing in the universe and well aware of it.

I began to back away more quickly, turning and running before my wings took over and lifted me swiftly into the air.

He was faster than me and overtook me in a matter of seconds. Flying around in front of me to block my escape, he seemed to loom over me, growing larger as I watched. His face took on a devilish cast as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out a large golden phallus. It looked like a sculpture or a casting, and I had the feeling it would be just as cold, hard and unforgiving as the specimens I'd seen in museums.

“Come here, my precious” he crooned, and grabbed me by the waist, impaling me swiftly. I screamed, not with fear, not with pain, but with relief, as if a persistently annoying itch were finally being scratched.. My scream trailed off raggedly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, unwilling to let him go. Our wings buffeted us to and fro, as we moved together in closer proximity than any winged creatures are supposed to be. I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes and held on.

And as I rode out my wild ride, I felt the phallus change, becoming warmer and softer, while losing none of the rigidity that was giving me such pleasure. I opened my eyes to find a pair of blue-grey eyes staring back at me with such adoration that I nearly wept. The hands were soft and the rhythm gentle as we both lost ourselves in the wonder of being alive.

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I opened my eyes to complete darkness, and knew that I was dead.

[queensofpattinson]

Holy wow that was good!

[chickadee]

Awww... thankyou. I guess I should let Christine know that its complete.

[Twilight_Moon]

Wow!!! That was really good.

[chickadee]

This has been nominated for an award in the RPF awards.... but I did it. Hehe. Well, I'm assuming no-one else nominated it as well. Hardly anyone has read it, so I can't see that anyone else would nominate it, but I have to admit I rather like my little one-shot, and I was trying to put something in every category on the nomination form hehe.

I do want to thank the people that have read it in the past and bothered to leave a comment. It's much appreciated ladies.