FLOWERS FOR EVELENE

I dragged myself up to my feet, my body begging for sleep. I stumbled to my bed and collapsed onto it, face down, still fully clothed. I spent the last of my energy pulling the sheets up to my waist. My eyes closed instantly, but for some time I remained awake, face pushed into the pillow, eyeballs fluttering under the lids.

Tension released its hold on my body. I flipped onto my back, sighing heavily.

At last, I grew comfortable.

I patiently waited for the embrace of sleep to arrive.

My arm fell to the side.

My hand grazed a shape beneath the sheet.

I groped with my fingertips. Hips and breasts curved from under the sheet, filling my shivering hand. My body responded in a rage of voracity.

I asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

"You called for me, darling," she lulled.

"I did?"

"Yes, you did. When you were young. Immature."

For so long, I believed my problem resided within me. Only now, I knew.

"Doug, you called for me then," Evelene continued, "but I could not come. Now you are a man. A strong, handsome man. And I want all you have to offer."

The sheets rustled like dead autumn leaves as a force collapsed onto me, driving the breath from my lungs. I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could. I surrendered myself.

Fingernails scratched through the fabric of my shirt, tearing and ripping it into shreds, where it fell across my torso. Her touch then softened, deliciously tickling the skin on my chest and belly. With her finger, she traced a line down my stomach to the top of my jeans as the skin there tingled and rose into tiny goose bumps. I gasped.

"My strong man," Evelene cooed. Her weight shifted as I felt her straddle me, though I still dared not open my eyes. "Tonight, I give to you only a taste of what could be yours forever."

Her hands flew into a whirlwind, scratching at my ribs and the flesh under my breast, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. She flicked at them callously, taking them between her fingers, pinching so hard it brought tears to my eyes. I panted and arched my back to her, inviting more. I drowned in darkness and dread; Evelene had gripped my throat, forcing my chin to the ceiling as my

head mashed deep into the pillow. Her grip released suddenly, only long enough for me to suck in a shallow gasp of air, when her fingers tightened again. The sensation coerced whatever remained of the drunkenness from my skull and refilled it with pure delirium. Evelene snatched my throat again, shook my head side to side as a dog would play with a rag toy. With her free hand, she clawed at the top of my jeans. The button tore away with a loud pop. "Who will be the bitch tonight?" she growled. "Will it be you? Or will it be me?"

My dick throbbed. It had not ceased since the moment I felt her beside me. I did not want to will my hard-on away. It had never strained so hard, never felt so fucking large. The weight of Evelene atop me and the vise grip with which she seized my throat nearly brought me to the verge of orgasm alone.

I could not breathe, nor did I desire to. It made sense now, all of it. Evelene would breathe life into me at last. My arms lay riveted to my sides, my back and hips straining constantly, grinding up to her weight. My jeans and briefs were peeled back past my thighs. Evelene released my throat. I held whatever breath persevered inside my lungs. Warm tingles grazed my forehead. I teetered on the verge of passing out and yet, my dick throbbed even harder. Desire overcame me; desire to demand her to grab me once more, to beg for her nails burrowed deep into my Adam's apple. I craved for the flow of air to my throat be choked off. Oh God, there were countless things I yearned for, and countless things I realized I deprived myself of for much,

much too long. Evelene had been right. I had only been too stubborn to admit it, too proud to give in.

Evelene pulled at my dick with icy, cold fingers. She neither teased nor stroked it; her weight shifted as her pussy instantly engulfed my dick. She fucked wildly with thrusts driving my body further up the bed. My skull slammed against the headboard. Her breaths snorted hotly across my body like a crazed, wild bull. Again and again, her pussy ground into my pelvic bone with such a force I feared it would shatter. I could not raise my hips to match her rhythm, mostly because she fucked me in a frenzy, but also because I discovered I simply did not have the strength to lift myself from the bed. A wail filled my room, barely audible above the slapping of our flesh. It sounded like a moan from the restless dead. I realized it leaked from my own lips.

Why had I not given in to Evelene sooner? Why had she waited so long to make her presence known in my life? If only things had been different! I could have led my life free of guilt, free of the relentless questioning of my every move. I would not have cared what anyone thought of me.

That was not true. I would have cared, always have cared, of what Abigail thought of me.

But Abigail was gone, was she not? If she cared so much, would she have not fucked as I fucked now?

I wasted nothing but time caring for others, while I got

nothing in return. I should have known. Only Evelene had wanted to guide me in my life. Only Evelene wished to nurture me. Unlike my own mother. Unlike those who had left me.

I realized a great many things as Evelene slammed her sticky, wet pussy along my dick. Mainly, I realized she was the greatest fuck I ever had.

Evelene erupted into wild laughter as my dick twitched inside her. Her hips thrust faster and faster, maddeningly wearing the skin around my groin raw. My head rapped against the headboard. I could hold back no longer.

As my first spasm tore through me, I shrieked like bloody hell. Liquid fire burst from the tip of my dick. Evelene launched into hysterics again as her thighs clamped down against me. My dick pumped into her, my orgasm full and strong. "I want more of your seed," Evelene demanded, clawing at my stomach, and through the anguish of my slashed flesh, my body somehow responded.

My orgasm started anew. It was absurd to think it could be so, but seizure after seizure dominated me. I howled until my voice cracked, but still, I drained ropes upon ropes of semen into her. The muscles of her pussy bound and contracted; Evelene absorbed every drop of me.

Drenched in sweat, blood from the wounds on my stomach trickling down my sides, back as tight as a cord, I slowly opened my eyes. Evelene hovered over me, my dark angel.

She nodded in satisfaction. "Close your eyes and sleep, my darling. You need your rest," she spoke, as a mother would while tucking her child to bed. "Do not fret. Soon, you will become familiar with me, my body. In time, your lust will be as feverish as mine. Sleep now. I will not leave you. I will be with you tonight still, in your dreams. I will make certain of that. Then, I will come to you, but not until two nights. Be prepared, child, for I will have you again."

I obediently shut my eyes.

I considered, for a moment, rising to unlock the bedroom door. How foolish a thought. Evelene had found a way in. She would find a way out.

But a door existed that remained unlocked after all, the one I had been so fearful of all my life. The one I fled past when the awful, inviting voices whispered to me. Not only had that door been left unlocked, it had been cast wide open.

My demon had bolted free.

As I lay, spent and exhausted in bed, jeans torn down around my thighs, dick limp and sticky wet and smelling of some foul, horrid matter, I managed one last thing before sleep overcame me.

I cried.