by Klara Raškaj
"What? No, I don't!" she argued. "I really just wanna help you!"
"Because you like me?"
"Yes!"
"And you do not consider wanting to bed me an ulterior motive?"
"Ugh!" Sarah groaned and stood up. "I'm going home."
Meseh laughed and grabbed hold of her wrist, pulling her back onto his lap. "All right, all right. I'm sorry--I was just teasing you. No need to get so upset."
She crossed her arms and looked away, pouting. "And what--you don't want me? I just dreamed all that stuff you did in the library?"
"Don't tempt me," he said with a sly grin and a chuckle, tearing off the first button on her shirt that wasn't covered by her sweater. "I will take you right here on this table."
Sarah let out a muffled yelp of fear and excitement as sparks flew through her limbs and between her legs.
But by some saving grace, her phone rang and vibrated in her bag. She reached inside and pulled it out to answer the call with a forced smile. "H-hey, professor!"
"Hello, Sarah! How's the research coming up?" asked Fraser. "I hope Meseh isn't too overwhelmed by how much the world has changed since he last saw it."
"Oh, actually...he doesn't really seem interested," Sarah answered. "I was mostly the one asking all the questions so far."
"No complaints here," Fraser added. "Anyway, I'm calling to tell you that Dean Hastings and I booked a room for Meseh at the Hancock Regency Hotel."
"Sounds fancy!" Sarah commented.
"Hastings is sparing no expense for our honored guest." Fraser chuckled. "He's deathly afraid the pharaoh might consider siding with the competition should the word spread. I told him he had nothing to worry about with you on our team. He is more intelligent than I expected, but any man with half a wit about him could tell he has a soft spot for you. Just keep being your sweet, lovely self, and you can expect a whole world of doors opening for you once we publish your thesis. I do hope you'll remember me in the dedication section!" He let out a hearty laugh.
"As long as you have a nice recommendation letter ready for me by graduation time," Sarah replied. "Don't worry, professor, Meseh's been really nice to me so far. I don't think he would work with other people behind our backs."
"Good. Good. I'm happy to hear that," said Fraser. "Oh, yes, I almost forgot--could you please take Meseh to the hotel? I would have done it myself, but I've just gotten a call from campus security about some kind of vandalism act. I honestly have no idea what they're talking about. They put the girl who reported the incident on the phone and I couldn't make out a word she was saying... I don't even understand why they called me."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Sarah assured him.
"Thank you, Sarah." Fraser sighed. "You are a lifesaver."
"No problem!" she replied. "And could we meet with you and Dean Hastings tomorrow so we can talk? It's about Meseh."
"Of course. I'll send him a message at once," said Fraser. "I'm excited to hear what you've learned so far! All right--take care!"
"Bye!" Sarah exclaimed and hung up. She put the phone back in her handbag and slid off Meseh's lap, staring out into the orange and purple colors of the sky in the distance. "Whoa! It's almost nighttime! I didn't even notice!"
"Where to next?" asked Meseh as he stood up.
"First, I go pay for our drinks," Sarah told him with a smile. "Then, it's straight to Hancock Regency!"
"Forgive me--my powers allow me to absorb information faster, but not without context," Meseh replied with a curious grin.
"They got you a room in one of the most expensive hotels in town!" Sarah explained as she made her way towards the entrance of the café.
• • • •
Sarah and Meseh entered a big room with sleek, modern furniture, a king-size bed, glass walls that overlooked the city center, and a balcony one could reach through a sliding glass door.
Sarah's eyes glimmered in awe as she walked around to admire the decor. However, it wasn't until she laid eyes on the bathroom that her heart truly soared. "Oh my God!" She gasped and ran to the bathroom area that looked like it wasn't even a separate room, but was joined with the bedroom that was also a living room at the same time.
There was a wall divider the guests could use to create more privacy for themselves, but who the fuck would want to be cramped up in smaller rooms when they could have the freedom of being both in the bathroom and the bedroom when they showered? And even the shower only had a piece of glass separating it from the rest of the bathroom area. The shower floor was the same as the bathroom floor, except slanted a bit to keep the water flowing towards the drain.
"You got an open bathroom!" she exclaimed, her smile gleaming as she turned to Meseh. "That's fucking amazing!"
"I am already beginning to miss the outdoors bath I had at the palace," Meseh added as he took off the scarf from his head. "This seems like it could barely fit two people."
"Oh, yeah, bathing is a more private thing now," Sarah told him.
After having thrown the scarf onto the bed, he proceeded to unbutton his shirt.
Meanwhile, Sarah looked around the room more, then stopped, locked her hands behind her back, and rocked in place from her heels to the tips of her wedge sneakers. "So, uh...are you gonna be okay? Alone?"
Meseh grinned as he turned to her with a menacing gaze. "You poor little thing," he cooed as he slowly approached her, not letting her out of his sight. "Did you really think I would just let you walk out of here after waiting thirty lifetimes for this moment?"
She looked into his eyes as her chest began to heave. "W-what are you--?"
He leaned against her and snuck his hand under her skirt, feeling up her soft pussy lips and sliding the tips of his fingers inside her wet slit. "So eager." He chuckled. "I'm flattered."
Her heart was pounding like crazy and had already come to the point where she felt she was going to lose consciousness unless she allowed herself to take short, rapid breaths.
"As much as I can't wait to fuck you senseless, I would truly be remiss if I were to ignore these," he told her, tilting her chin up with his other hand and gently rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. He pushed her down to her knees and continued to undress, throwing his shirt onto the bed and undoing the zipper on his pants that had already grown too tight around the hard bulge trying to force its way out through the fabric.
Sarah kept looking over his muscular body as her chest heaved with excitement. With a hypnotized gaze, she stared at his crotch as he sat down on the bed and took off his pants.
A light smile curled up on her lips as she watched him stroke his thick member.
"Good girl," cooed Meseh, running his fingers through her hair and gently pushing her head closer to his crotch.
Slowly, gently, she stroked her face against his cock, breathing in the delicious musky scent of his sweat. She traced her lips over the tip, suckling, licking.
Meseh let out a sigh of pleasure as he lay back onto his elbows. "You are either the most naive...or the most manipulative girl I've ever met."
Sarah puckered her lips and proceeded to push the head of his cock through them, trying to make it as tight as possible before she took it in completely. She was curious about what exactly he meant by those words, but at the same time, her mind was in the same place as her mouth.
Meseh lay down on his back completely, stroking his face and head with both hands as though he was drowning in discomfort. "I've done nothing but take from you, and yet you keep giving all of yourself to me," he growled.
Sarah took a deep breath through her nose and slid his cock into her mouth as deep as it would fit. She closed her eyes as it filled her to the back of her throat. Her wetness was already oozing down her inner thighs as she welcomed the subtle, sour taste of his precum on her tongue.
Meseh's body jerked, and with a grunt, he sat back up, pulling Sarah's hair on the back of her head and pushing it closer to take in more of him.
She let out a muffled moan, shutt
ing her eyes harder from the sudden pain.
"You really think you want this?" Meseh argued and stood up while holding both hands on the back of Sarah's head as he thrust.
Though it hurt at first, Sarah took her time to find a rhythm in which she breathed through her nose as he pumped his cock inside her mouth. Thankfully, he no longer tried to force it in deeper than it could go, and Sarah could just enjoy his thrusts in the same manner people enjoyed massages. Though she didn't get as much sexual pleasure as she did before, for some reason, her muscles were relaxing almost to the point of making her fall asleep. It was absolutely intoxicating, making her wish he would keep going for hours on end.
"You're way in over your head, little girl," he told her with a threatening tone.
Sarah moaned into his cock as her mind was going blank. She could barely even hear what he was saying anymore.
Suddenly, he pulled out.
She gasped in an upset tone, her sorrow-filled eyes gazing up at him. "Why'd you stop?" she asked.
He slipped out of his pants and took off his shoes and socks. With a stern expression, he pulled her up by her wrist and dragged her out onto the balcony.
The cool night breeze caressed her hair. The city lights illuminated the earth below like a cove full of gold, and the stars shone against the dark-blue sky that almost exactly matched the color of Meseh's skin.
"What's wrong?" she said.
In utter silence, he grabbed hold of her hair on the back of her head and pulled her against him with her back facing him, and her front facing the bright lights in the distance.
She stared up at him with a puzzled and concerned gaze. "Meseh?"
He violently pulled down her skirt and started pulling up her shirt and sweater with his free hand.
She struggled to wriggle away as panic shot through her. "No! W-wait!" she shouted. They were in plain view of the entire city, and though the thought of what he was going to do to her only made her pussy lips ache harder, she was still deathly afraid of being seen by so many strangers. It was one thing getting caught by one or two people, but an entire town? "Please, stop!" she begged him. "S-someone will see!"
"I want them to see." He chuckled. "I want them all to see! I want them to watch me claim you as I reach the zenith of bliss."
"I'm scared," Sarah confessed in a tone of voice that preceded tears.
He'd already taken most of her clothes off: her skirt, shirt, sweater, and bra. He got down on his knees, gently pulling her down with him. Lifting her legs up one by one, he removed her shoes and socks as he gazed down into her eyes, smiling.
"Please let me go inside," she said, staring back at him with sad, glimmering blue eyes.
"What are you ashamed of? Your beauty?" he asked as he pulled her against him once more. He cupped her soft breasts and roughly passed his thumbs over her erect nipples. "Your kindness?"
A moan escaped her shuddering lips as she tossed her head forward.
He traced her chest with one hand and grasped her neck with it while the other traveled down her stomach and over her pussy lips. "Me?"
"No!" she moaned as almost all of the air escaped from her lungs and she leaned back against him. Her pelvis was moving with a mind of its own, pressing itself against his hand further. "I--I'm not!" she protested, squinting her eyes from the pain throbbing from within her swollen lips.
"I need to hear you say it..." He lifted her higher while holding her by her throat as he placed the tip of his cock onto her slit with his other hand. "Say you want me."
"I want you," she moaned, panting as she lay back against his chest. "I need you..."
With a loud, enraged grunt, Meseh jerked his body forward and thrust himself inside of her, stretching her lips around his fat, throbbing cock.
"A-ah!" Sarah moaned as he slid into her and pushed her down onto her hands and knees.
He gripped her hips and huffed out his next breath through his nostrils as he slid in and out of her at a steady pace.
He barely fit inside of her with such girth, but Sarah couldn't keep herself from smiling no matter how hard she tried. "Meseh..." she moaned, lowering her upper body and arching her back, all to show her devotion and eagerness. "Don't stop," she begged him, panting as he rocked her body.
"You think I could even if I wanted to?" He chuckled through his heavy breaths.
"No...I--I mean--" She struggled to keep herself focused while her body was slowly giving in to pleasure as he continued to fuck her. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing."
There was no reply.
"I don't care if you think I'm stupid or naive for trusting you," she added in a soft, almost sorrowful voice. "You just want people to think you're using them because you're scared of being used yourself."
His next thrust was deeper, more powerful, knocking out the breath from Sarah's lungs as she gasped, her eyes opening wide. He wrapped his arms around her and thrust harder...faster...as if she'd awoken some kind of beast inside of him. "You think you know what I want?" he growled as he panted and grunted.
Sarah's entire body was overflowing with heat and pleasure. He was so big, so powerful... She didn't care if the entire city was watching or listening--she couldn't control how loud she was moaning anymore.
"I want to fuck you until my heart gives in," he told her.
Sarah's entire body shuddered with excitement. Her inner walls squeezed his cock almost as if trying to milk it. "Yes!" she moaned, closing her eyes.
"I want the world to hear you scream my name," he continued.
Suddenly, a wave of electricity washed over her. Her chest was filled with so much heat it hurt. She panted like she was running a marathon. She was almost there. Almost... Almost...
"You want me?" he roared. "Then take it!"
Sarah's eyes opened wide as she threw her head back. "Meseh!" she screamed into the night, her muscles contracting and her pussy squirting as he pumped her full of cum.
Finally, he pulled out, spilling creamy-white liquid over the floor. He sat down and leaned against the cool glass railing, panting.
Sarah collapsed onto the floor, taking short and shallow breaths as black sand danced around her in the wind. Her legs and arms had completely given in at that point. Though she wanted to see Meseh, she couldn't move a single muscle. She was exhausted.
Soon enough, though, two big, warm arms enveloped her and picked her up.
As Meseh laid her down onto the bed, she opened her eyes slightly, smiling at him.
He smiled back and stroked her cheek. "I don't think you're stupid or naive," he said, "I just think you're too good for me."
"Please...don't leave," she begged him with a worried gaze. "Please stay with me."
He chuckled. "Don't worry. I won't allow us to be apart ever again."
With a smile on her lips, she closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side.
He took her hand in his and stroked it gently with his thumb. "My love..."
CHAPTER FOUR
When the Sun Turns Black
SARAH WAS SITTING on the same sofa in the dean's office as the morning before. However, instead of excitement and joy seeping out of her, she held her head down with a worried frown plaguing her face.
"I don't think I have to ask whether you recognize these items," said Fraser.
Sarah glanced up at him.
He was holding her iPad in one hand and her torn underwear hanging off a pencil in the other.
"One of the students claims she saw you walking out the library with me, and then they found these in one of the back rooms," he explained with an agitated tone. He threw the pencil and underwear in the garbage and tossed the iPad beside her on the sofa. "And now, I'm being accused of sleeping with my student! What the hell do you think I should say to them?"
Meanwhile, Meseh was leaning against the cabinet beside the sofa with his arms crossed, chuckling.
Fraser glared at him. "Care to explain what you think is so humorous about this situation?"
/> Meseh looked back at him from the corner of his eye, smiling. "Oh, don't mind me," he said. "I was just contemplating whether it's possible to hang you by your own innards without you dying beforehand."
"I'm sorry?" said Fraser, raising an eyebrow at him as he took a step closer.
Meseh turned to him, puffing out his chest as he glared back at him with a sly grin. "Do you take pleasure in harming those weaker than you? In my time, it was considered an illness. Would you like me to tell you how I went about curing it?"
"Oh, I'm well aware of the infamous execution method you've devised," Fraser replied with a smirk. "Mind you, not all of us are blessed with such a wonderful set of teeth."
Meseh opened his eye wider, his glare turning maniacal.
Before the argument could escalate, Sarah jumped between them, facing Fraser. "Professor, again I am so sorry for what happened," she told him with a sorrowful look in her eyes while taking a step back to push Meseh away from him. "But I need to talk to you about something important. Please, just hear me out."
Fraser glanced back at Meseh with a stern look, then turned to Sarah. "Did he force himself on you?"
Meseh chuckled again and strolled over to the sofa to sit down.
Sarah cocked her head back. "What? N-no! I just... Look--it doesn't matter! I wanted to tell you that we need to find Meseh's missing eye."
"What about the eye?" asked Fraser.
"I can't keep this vessel alive without taking energy from others," Meseh explained. "Eventually, bodies are going to start dropping--either mine or theirs. If we retrieve my eye, I will lose my powers, but I will be able to live without having to leech off others again."
Fraser huffed out an agitated sigh as he paced around the room.
Suddenly, Dean Hastings rushed into the office while taking off his jacket. "All right, brief me," he said.
Fraser followed him to the desk. "Well, Dean Hastings, for one thing, I've been unlawfully accused of sleeping with my student because somebody mistook Meseh for me since I lent him clothes yester--"
"Don't get your knickers in a knot, Fraser," Hastings told him and waved his hand at him as he sat down at the desk. "A couple of other students who saw Sarah walking around with Meseh in the courtyard confirmed your alibi. I was referring to what Sarah wanted to talk to us about so urgently."