Her Imaginary Lover

by Doris O'Connor

  ****

  Macie breathed a sigh of relief when the bathroom door shut, and she sank onto the toilet seat in relief. As brave as she made out to be, his revelation had shocked her. Were it not for her instinctive knowledge that he would never harm her, she would indeed have run screaming for the hills. Well, maybe more a quick, hands outstretched shuffle, as running would not have been the best move, but still. How she knew he wouldn't harm her, she couldn’t even begin to understand, but Macie's blindness had given her highly developed senses, and she had learnt long ago to trust in them. It was why she hadn't screamed for her parents when Kaylom had first appeared in her bedroom back then. Of course she hadn't known then that only she could sense him, but she'd felt an instant connection to him in a way she'd never experienced since. And that had to mean something.

  Even with her ill-advised teenage tryst with the scumbag, she'd known deep down that he wasn't right for her, but she hadn't known what to do with this surly version of a teenager Kaylom had become. Nor had she known what to do about her own feelings. It had seemed simpler to send him away.

  It might well prove simpler this time, but she was a grown woman now with needs and desires, and the thought of losing him again made breathing difficult. With the benefit of hindsight she realized that she had fallen in love with Kaylom a long time ago, and she would do everything in her power to ensure that love had a chance.

  Surely he must feel more for her than simple lust? He'd already shown himself to be far more considerate of her needs and feelings than any of her ex-lovers had been. Not that she had many to compare him to, but that wasn't the point.

  Macie sighed, saw to her bladder's urgent demands, and having washed her hands, and brushed her teeth she followed the delicious aroma of coffee that assaulted her nose the minute she opened the bathroom door.

  She stopped in the open doorway to her kitchen when she heard the sizzle of the frying pan. There wasn't enough room to swing the proverbial cat in her tiny kitchen, and with a man of Kaylom's size cooking at the stove, it was probably wisest to stay out of the way. Once again she wished she could see him. Judging by the smells he was cooking bacon, and toast, maybe eggs, too, and her tummy rumbled.

  "Omelet all right for you, Macie?" Kaylom's deep voice right next to her ear made her jump. "You haven't exactly got a lot of choice in your cupboards for anything else."

  Macie put a hand out, and he grasped it and guided her to a chair. Normally she would have balked at the help, but with Kaylom it just seemed natural to accept it, and she slid onto the chair he pulled out for her.

  "Well, excuse me, I wasn’t expecting some big ass man for company this morning," she said, and Kaylom chuckled.

  "Watch who you're calling big assed, woman. I let you know I'm in perfect proportion."

  "Unlike me, you mean?" Now why did her voice wobble while she said that? But it seemed terribly important to know what he thought of her, all of a sudden. Why her old insecurities about her larger figure should raise their ugly head now, she had no idea. She had long come to terms with the fact that she would never be skinny, and she certainly seemed to turn Kaylom on, yet she needed to hear him say it. To have that reassurance that he liked what he saw.

  "Baby, you're stunning, just the way you are, and I'll deck anyone else who says otherwise," Kaylom said, and Macie's anxiety fled. "Now sit there, be a good girl, and look pretty, while I finish our breakfast."

  The edge of command mixed in with his teasing froze her snarky comment on her tongue, and hearing him call her a good girl set off the butterflies in her tummy. She really ought to object to that, but instead she did as she was told to do, and just murmured a flippant, "Yes, Sir."

  Kaylom's groan brought her head up, and she hid her grin. She knew that he was watching her. She could practically feel his gaze on her, and her heart beat faster. Her skin heated under his silent regard, and the very air around them grew charged with tension.

  "Don’t call me that unless you mean it, Macie." The odd note to his voice gave her pause for thought, and then the scrape of a chair broke the moment. He guided her hand to a cup of coffee and slid a plate across the tiny table to her. "Here, eat your breakfast."

  Again she did as she was told, and she couldn’t help making appreciative murmurs. It might only be an omelet, but it tasted divine. By the time she'd finished eating and washed it all down with her cup of coffee an awkward silence had fallen between them. The air once again crackled with tension, and Macie reached across to find Kaylom's hand. He sighed, and she gave it a squeeze.

  "What if I did mean it?" she asked in an effort to break the god-awful tension between them. Kaylom tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him. She knew her death grip on his hand must be leaving her nail indents behind, but she needed this contact right now. The physical reminder that he was really here, that he was her Kaylom.

  A rumble escaped his chest. Something between a groan and growl, the vibrations of which traveled up her arm and seemed to settle right in her pussy. She crossed her legs to hide her body's instant reaction to the virile masculinity Kaylom exuded, and his unique scent of spices and aroused man increased until she had to fight the urge to lean across and lick his skin. It was the oddest notion, this effect he had on her, yet it just felt so right.

  "You can't possibly mean it. Where I come from that word uttered by one's mate only means one thing." His voice had taken on the quality of rough sandpaper, and it sent shivers of need all over her body. The fine hair on her neck rose in response, and her nipples chafed against the soft cotton of her robe as she grew wet for him again.

  "And that is?" She whispered the words, utterly unable to project her voice with any authority at this moment. "Where do you come from, Kaylom?"

  He cupped her face in his free hand and ran his thumb over her lips, and she leant into his touch.

  "You're so utterly beautiful, Macie. Have I ever told you that?" he asked and she smiled.

  "I've never seen myself, so I'll take your word on it … Sir."

  His fingers dug into her chin, and she groaned in delight at his low growl in answer. She could get addicted to that sound.

  "Now you see, being bratty would earn you a spanking in my realm. Sir is a sign of respect that means you're bowing to your mate's dominance. Our females are strong, fierce, and capable, but they're always submissive to their mates in a sexual sense. The rules in our world are simple. When we mate, we mate for life. There is no divorce, no second mating. Once fate has chosen for us, there is no running away from it. We have a choice not to act on our desires, but we'll never reach our full potential unless we're with our mate. It's why we can never be, Macie. You're human, and I'm Athuron. We live in different dimensions, which is why humans can't see us. Our races have co-existed for centuries. Mating with a human is strictly forbidden, as is harming them in any way, it's—"

  Macie frowned and put her hand up to interrupt him.

  "That doesn't make any sense. If you're not meant to harm us, then why do I have a traumatized little girl in my practice, whose imaginary friend," she let go of Kaylom's hands and made quote marks with her fingers, "drove her brother to kill his parents and then himself, and—"

  "What?" That one word sliced through the air with whip-like force, and Macie jumped when Kaylom's chair fell over and screeched across the stone tiles of her kitchen floor. Kaylom's anger hit her in the face like a blast of cold air, and she swallowed hard.

  She heard him pace. Even the pad of his bare feet sounded angry, and she reared back when she suddenly sensed him in front of her. Kaylom nudged her chin up, and his harsh breaths blew tendrils of her hair across her face. He brushed them away with a far from steady hand, and took a deep breath as if to calm himself.

  "What little girl, Macie, and how do you know she's not making it up?"

  Macie swatted his hand away and did her best to glare up at where she thought he might be.

  "Don't take me for a fool. I knew the instant you stood in front of me
, didn't I? Okay, I didn't know you were real, not just a figment of my imagination, but I sensed you. Same way I sensed Ava's rather evil presence. I see lots of disturbed children in my practice. Not all of them have a presence with them, and most presences are just slightly mischievous, but Ava's one gives me the chills every time he accompanies her, which he doesn't always, thank goodness. Now, I don't believe in ghosts, and his presence has the same substance, if you like, as I sense from yours, so it makes sense to me that he's like you."

  "No, don't ever compare me to someone like that."

  She flinched at his harsh tone, but she pushed on nonetheless, determined to get her point across.

  "Why not? According to you, you're just a monster, and I should run away from you screaming, should I not? And that's the other point where you don't make sense. If you're not allowed to mate with a human, then why did you say your kind fuck with our bodies all the time? Surely that isn't allowed either?"

  "I … fuck, it's not that simple, Macie."

  He started to pace again, and Macie banged her fist on the table in frustration.

  "Oh, I get it. We humans are okay to use as convenient fucking holes, we're just not good enough to be deemed worthy of your love. That's it, right?"

  Her voice broke, and she furiously blinked her tears away. She would not flipping cry over this. She might as well wear a big neon sign over her head, proclaiming she loved him.

  "Macie, baby, that's not—"

  "Spare me, Kaylom. You can't have it both ways. You're either an evil race or you're not. I'm not stupid enough to think it's that clear cut either. I've met enough of your kind over the last few years to know that the majority of you, at least the ones who seem to attach themselves to human children, are kids themselves or adolescents out to cause mischief. I guess us clueless humans must be rather amusing to you lot. Going about our daily business with no idea that we're being watched. That we're sharing our homes, our fucking beds with some randy Athuron out to sow his wild oats. The ultimate no strings attached sex, right?"

  She ran out of steam and wiped the tears off her face.

  Instantly she felt herself lifted, and then she was set on Kaylom's lap, with her head cradled against his bare chest as he dropped a kiss on her forehead. He was still wearing his towel around his hips, but nonetheless the solid evidence of his hard cock dug into her ass, and she wriggled her hips on purpose. Kaylom groaned, and she poked his chest.

  "I'm sorry, munchkin, I've made a hash of this. Please don't cry. I never meant to hurt you. By all of Athuron that's the last thing I want to do. Stop crying."

  Macie smiled through her tears at the near panic in his voice, and Kaylom sighed and wrapped his hands in her hair as he tilted her head up.

  "So explain it to me then," she said. "Why did you come over all those years ago and stay with me, and what am I to you, really?"

  Kaylom swore, and her grin deepened as the force of his turbulent emotions wrapped itself around her like a blanket of hope.

  "The love of my fucking life, that's what you are, dammit."

  Macie ran her index fingers through the swirls of his chest hair and tugged slightly.

  "Now, that wasn't so hard to admit now, was it, my big, bad Athuron?"

  Chapter Five

  It was official. This little human minx was going to be the death of him. Quite possibly literally, if the elders got wind of their renewed relationship. Kaylom tightened his hold on her hair, and the dominant side of him surged forth as she went limp and pliant in his arms. Her mouth opened, and her little pink tongue darted out to moisten the plump flesh, and he bent his head to suck the muscle into his mouth. Her little feminine sigh of surrender was music to his ears, and his fangs dropped and grazed her lips. He could no more stop himself than he could stop breathing, and it was his turn to groan when she wrapped her tongue around his incisors. His cock jerked up, and he broke the kiss, panting as though he'd run a marathon.

  Macie didn't fare much better. Her beautiful dark blue eyes, so like an Athuron's in color, had a glazed look, and she ran her hands up and down his torso until she found the knot of his towel and yanked at it with fumbling hands. He stilled her movements and ran his fangs up and down her neck. Her heartbeat went wild, and she angled her head to give him better access.

  "Tell me this is okay, baby. You have to stop me if it's not, because I can't undo this once it's done." His voice came out distorted, and Macie slid her hands back up his chest one agonizingly slow inch at a time, until she could wrap her fists in his hair.

  "Kaylom, I love you. I've always loved you, and I want to be yours in whatever way you'll have me. Please make me … oh—"

  Her voice broke and turned into a long drawn out scream as he sank his teeth into the soft column of her neck, and sucked. Her life essence flowed into his mouth, and his wrist caught fire with the scribe of the mating tattoo. Macie tensed and whimpered, and he knew she was experiencing the same sweet painful agony that only one thing could cure.

  With his incisors still firmly lodged in her skin he undid he belt of her robe, and grinned around his precious mouthful as she cottoned and helped him. With both her robe and his damn nuisance of a towel removed his cock jerked up to seek her wet pussy. With frantic movements she straddled him, and he grasped her hips to hold her poised above his dick. Releasing his hold on her neck, he licked the tiny wounds left behind, and a shudder went through her.

  "Grab my shoulders, baby, and ride me. Shh, it's okay. I know it hurts. I'll make it better I promise."

  She whimpered and leaned forward to grasp his shoulders. The move slid his cock through her slit, and they groaned in unison. Her fingernails scored his skin, and her head fell back as her juices coated his dick and helped in the lazy slide though her labial lips. He kept this up, bumping into her clit on every upstroke until that little bundle of nerves was hard and engorged, and clearly visible. Only then did he allow the head of his cock to enter her channel, and he grit his teeth against the exquisite sensations of her slick, tight walls clamping down on his shaft.

  "Kaylom … please…"

  Her need-filled whisper shattered the last of his control, and he slammed her down on his dick until she was fully seated on his lap. Her internal muscles clenched and released, and she lifted off him as she instinctively rode him with ever faster uncoordinated movements. He took charge of their coupling, and her breasts bounced with the force of his upward thrusts. When he flicked his thumb over her clit, Macie flew headfirst into her orgasm, and he crunched his jaw to stop himself from shooting his load there and then. Macie collapsed on top of him, her erratic breaths in his ear the most erotic sound ever, as her cunt squeezed the life out of his dick. By the time her breathing slowed perspiration dotted his body with the effort it took to hold himself still inside her, but there was another part of this mating ritual she didn't know about yet.

  He took hold of her wrist and kissed the red angry lines of her half-finished tattoo, that echoed the one on his own wrist, and she flinched as his fangs grazed the tender area.

  "Kaylom, are you going to, you know?" She sounded so unsure, it broke his heart, and he thrust up just once, making her moan. Tiny ripples raced along his cock, and he pulled her in for a kiss, fucking her mouth like he needed to fuck her. He reached down and grasped her ass cheeks, and she moaned into his mouth as he traced a finger down her cleft and circled her little puckered hole. She was so wet that his fingers were coated in her essence when he dipped his hand lower to the top of her thighs and then back up again.

  A gasp escaped her when he pushed his thumb through her anus.

  He ran his fangs along her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as he thrust in and out of her passage slowly. She clenched around the digit, and the trembles around his cock lodged deep inside her pussy increased.

  "I need to fuck you here," he murmured in between little bites along her skin that made her breathing speed up. A renewed gush of her juices coated his fingers, and he withdrew his thumb and s
lid two fingers into her ass. Macie rocked back against them, and she moaned her acquiescence. He kissed her again and then pulled her off his lap and bent her over the table.

  "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby."

  ****

  The growled words really shouldn't excite her so much, nor should she feel so empty without his thick cock forcing her vaginal tissues apart. Every thrust into her core had set nerve endings alight in a flurry of sensation that had left her breathless with need and desire. Her neck was sore and her wrist still stung like crazy for some strange reason, but all that paled into insignificance at the burning need to have him back inside her. Macie was no stranger to anal sex. She enjoyed it, but she'd never felt as excited as she did now. Heck, who was she kidding? She had never ever enjoyed just being in a man's presence as much as she did Kaylom's. This connection they shared just made everything so much more intense, and sex was no exception.

  Macie grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades, she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid down the inside of her thighs.

  The mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay naked along her table.

  Kaylom's chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused his attention back on him.

  "What's so funny?" he asked.