Within the Crystal

by Kat Blak

  “Ghosts don't scare me,” I say with an evil grin. “The dead can't hurt us, only the living has that luxury.” Leaving him with that and the book, I walk over to the next set of shelves to find the next book on my list.

  When I arrive at the location of where the book is supposed to be, it's missing. Checking the number on my notebook against the numbers on the shelves, they match. But there seems to be a gap where the book should have been. How strange. It must have been taken recently, as when I ran my finger over the shelf where the book should be, it came back clean, no dust. Someone must have checked it out. I make a mental note to put a reserve on it with the librarian on the way out.

  Taking my notebook out again, I look at the last set of numbers, they are at the far end of the corridor. Making my way down past thousands of books lining the shelves on both sides of me, with very little light filtering through, is creepy as fuck. I keep expecting someone to jump out at me just for shit and giggles. But this place is as dead as a cemetery at night time.

  Reaching the last set of stacks, a shiver runs down my body. That's strange, it feels like someone is watching me. Turning my head in each direction, I don't see any movement, and the only sound up here is the sound of my breath moving in and out of my lungs. Keeping my back straight, I turn between the shelves to find the book. Counting to three, I pop my head back along the corridor, hoping to catch the person who is watching me. But no one is there. Getting frustrated with my stalker, I stamp my feet along the floor constantly glancing towards the shelves, watching for any signs of movement.

  “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I taunt, but no one seems to respond. This place is definitely starting to freak me out. When I find the book I have been searching for, I grab it and leave.

  Heading back down stairs to where the librarians are stationed behind a long mahogany desk, I take the notebook out of my bag and wait my turn.

  “Can I help you dear?” One of the older ladies asks.

  “Yes, I would like to check this book out and put in a request to hold another book for me, please,” I say politely, holding out the book to her.

  “Sure, what was the number of the book you wanted to request?” I slide the piece of paper over to her with the reference numbers on. I watch her type the numbers in the computer several times before her face morphs into a confused look. “This book doesn't exist,” she finally splutters.

  “What? How is that possible? It's in your index,” I snap back. I don’t mean to be rude towards this sweet, helpful old lady, but this situation just feels off to me and I don’t know why.

  “I'm not sure what to tell you, it doesn't seem to be in the library's database. This title does not exist, I’m sorry I can't be of any more use.”

  “That's ok,” I say, sliding my university card over for her to scan out my book. This is strange, very strange indeed.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Leaving the university behind, I start walking down the empty roads. The uneasy feeling of being watched seems to be following me, and I can’t stop myself from rubbing the back of my neck to try and ease the tingling feeling. Every few paces I stop to look behind me, but no-one seems to be there. Why is it that when you're afraid everything seems much creepier? Like the trees on this road in the day time are beautiful, but right now the bare branches look like bony fingers reaching for me.

  Speeding up my pace, I need to get home faster. Maybe I can ask Taz if Mother Nature knows of anyone stalking me. Now would have been one of those perfect times to be carrying a cell phone. Maybe if I had external powers I could zap the creeper, but sadly I am not that cool. Plus, if something was going to happen, I don't know if my powers would warn me.

  Taking another steadying breath, the first rule of thumb is to always stay calm. When you start freaking out, your brain becomes a jumble of thoughts. Staying calm and collected could be the difference between survival or death. At least that is what I have heard, but given I have never been stalked before, I could be talking out my ass. That’s if I am being stalked, I might just be crazy.

  The sound of a broken twig has me whipping my head around, but all I can see is shadows. Then out of nowhere my power starts going crazy inside my chest. I hear a voice inside my head screaming at me to run as the red haze of my power is flying all over my skin. Something isn't right. I start to run, first at a jogger's pace then a full on sprint. I can see the lights of my mom’s shop, but something is telling me I'm not going to make it. My lungs are screaming at me for more oxygen as I try and take in big gulps of air. A sharp pain stabs into my side. Looking down I expect blood to be gushing out, but there’s nothing there. I know I've not been attacked, it must just be a stitch from how unfit I am.

  As soon as I reach the door to the shop, I grab the handle and shake it, but the door is locked. “Fuck,” I shout, throwing my bag on the ground to find the keys. Glancing over my shoulder I still can't see anyone, but I swear the shadows are closing in on me. When my hand finally closes around the keys I feel like fist bumping the air, but it’s too early to celebrate so instead I try to put the key into the lock. With my hands shaking all over the place, the task takes way longer than it should. By the third attempt the key slides into the chamber and with a twist of my wrist I'm falling through the door.

  Scrambling back up I slam the door closed and engage the deadbolt. Standing on tiptoes I try to look out of the semi-circle window at the top of the door, but all I can see is leaves being pushed around in the wind. Trying to get my breathing under control and reduce my heart rate is harder than I expected. Looking down I can see that my hands are still shaking. A hand landing on my shoulder has me screaming and kicking my foot out behind me. Connecting with shin, “AHHHHH” is shouted behind me.

  Whipping my body around and raising my hands ready to attack. I’m not a trained fighter, but I bet I’m scrappy as fuck. Then I’m met with beautiful green eyes that I know would never hurt me. “Fuck, Nunu, you ok?” I quickly ask when my brain finally decides to catch up. Shit, I just kicked Nunu. I bend over and grasp my knees, I just can't seem to catch my breath.

  “I'm fine, are you ok? You look like you have seen a ghost?” he places a hand on my back and slowly rubs from my neck, down to the dip in my spine, and back up again. I would speak if I could get my damn heart rate under control and some oxygen to my brain.

  “I think I was being followed. I didn't see anyone but my power started going crazy, and I could feel someone watching me the whole walk home,” I say in between breaths. Taking my hand, he leads me over to the table and chairs. Even the little bit of skin-on-skin contact has my powers going haywired again but he helps calm my frayed nerves. I watch with rapt attention as my skin is covered with fine purple mist from the trickling power. Nunu gracefully pulls out a chair for me and I plonk my ass down.

  “Why didn't you call anyone?” he asks confused, like it's the simplest thing in the whole world.

  “Because I don't really carry my phone anywhere, I've never really needed to before,” I responded with a sigh. I can feel my body starting to calm down. The shakes in my hands are starting to ease up. My breath is no longer panting and my heart rate seems to be slowing. The purple glow of my skin seems to have faded away.

  “Maybe you should start carrying your cell around, we can grab it on the way up. I can put our numbers into it, you call us next time. You got that?” The serious look on his face has me nodding my head. “Ok, let's head up to the roof, I have a surprise for you,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs. I follow close behind him with his ass directly in my face. If there is one sure way of getting me over my terror of being chased, it's to put a nice firm ass in my line of sight. Nunu’s works perfectly.

  We pass through the apartment in a blur of motion and before I know it we are standing on the roof. That is when I see the surprise Nunu was talking about. Hands down it is one of the sweetest things someone has ever done for me. My telescope has been lowered closer to the ground and
under it lies a blanket. On top of the red checked blanket sits a wicker picnic basket. Next to that stands a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. But the pièce de résistance, is the twinkling fairy lights he has hung all around the roof. Everything is just stunning and this time I feel my heart start to race for a much better reason. This is such a romantic thing for him to do and I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. He leads me over to the blanket and helps me to lower myself down. Once I'm sitting crossed legged, he starts opening the bottle of wine and passes me a glass.

  “Wow, I can't believe you did all this, thank you,” I gush.

  “Well, I heard that Tek had asked you on a date, so I wanted to make our night special as well,” he responded. “Have you had dinner? Are you hungry? I brought us food.” He reaches over to grab the basket and flips the lids on it releasing the most delicious smell. It’s making my mouth water.

  “You made me food, that's so sweet,” I say back.

  “Well I didn't make you food, but I did bring food,” he says while bringing the food container out of the basket. Oh my God, he went to KFC. The bucket he places on the blanket is twelve pieces of tender chicken goodness with a side of mashed potato covered in gravy and coleslaw. Then he pulls out the biscuits and the smell has my mouth watering. I would take this greasy, crispy, moist heaven, over frozen pizza anyday. Wonder how he knew I was a lover of KFC, not many people know that about me.

  “How did you know about the KFC?” I say once my mouth is empty of the chicken that I had thrown in as quickly as possible and I was currently chewing.

  “I would say a little bird told me, but it was more like a fierce sugar glider,” he responds, chuckling to himself.

  “Well this is perfect, thank you,” I whisper genuinely.

  “Well the KFC isn't all, I bought dessert with me too,” he smirks. Oh God, I kinda hope he is saying that he is the dessert. I watch with rapt attention as he lifts a tupperware dish out of the basket and places it in front of me. When he pops the lid open the most amazing dessert sits inside. A white chocolate and caramel cookie with what looks to be caramel flavoured whipped cream. Is it wrong that I want to run the cream over his body and lick it off?

  Looking up into his eyes, I can see the lust, the need, and the want. I know he will see the same lust and needs staring back at him. His pupils are blown, I watch as his chest rises and falls with quick, sharp breaths. Watching him get so turned on, all because of how I look at him with hooded desire, makes me feel like a Goddess. Before I can talk myself out of it or he has a chance to bolt again, I launch myself into his lap and wrap my legs around his waist. Dipping my finger in the whipped cream, I then run the digit around his lips, covering them in the sweet treat. I didn’t know Nunu could actually get any sweeter, but now he really is perfect. I follow the path my finger took putting the cream on, with my tongue, using it to lick the cream off, feeling his cock jerk hard against me at the seductive move. A low moan emanates from deep within his chest, vibrating against my own, pebbling my nipples. The sensation shoots heat to my core, and I rock my hips against his growing bulge beneath me.

  His moan turns into a tortured growl and suddenly I'm on my back with him between my thighs. He looks down into my eyes with power, control and that cheeky sparkle that is all Nunu. I can't stop my own moan escaping my lips, this dominant move from my geeky Warlock has my pussy clenching with need.

  I watch as his hands move frantically and he peels the t-shirt off my body, before sliding them over my taught stomach and up towards my aching boobs. When his fingers brush underneath my lacey black bra, I can’t stop my body from arching up towards his hands, begging without words for him to touch me, to take me. I can feel his hardness pushing against my panty covered core and I force my hips forward to meet him. My hips take on a life of their own and start grinding against his length greedily, chasing the building ache in my clit. The throbbing in my chest makes my panties wet with desire, giving me the confidence of Aphrodite.

  I want to tease him more and drive him really wild, so I start by dipping another finger into the whipped cream. Nunu watches me as I place the finger into my open mouth, sealing my lips around the digit before I begin to suck. Slowly, I drag it out of my mouth, my cheeks hollowing from the suction and I’m transfixed by Nunu’s response. I watch as he gulps audibly and I see the smooth ripples of his adam's apple as it bobs. The fire in his eyes swirl with lust and passion, but it’s the slight shy gulps that warm my heart. How a guy as hot and amazing as Nunu could ever have any element of uncertainty when it comes to sex amazes me. But I like that he’s not overly confident because I know that every response I get from him is genuine. That thought is what makes me even more determined to drive him wild and try to bring out dominant Nunu.

  I release my finger from the shackles of my mouth and swirl my tongue around my lips, seductively lapping up the escaped cream. His eyes flash with lust before he lurches forward taking control of my lips. He drives his tongue inside my mouth, owning and dominating me. Over and over he lashes his tongue with mine, finally taking what he wants. When I rock into him he releases another growl.

  He pulls back, his eyes slowly peruse my body. Heat leaks from his gaze as he worships me, like I'm the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. His eyes finally come to rest on my rounded, perky boobs and his mouth parts slightly, hungry.

  Lowering himself down he slowly and agonisingly slips one of my boobs from the cup of my bra. Leaning over me he takes my pert nipple into his mouth. Like a starving man he sucks and nips at my tender flesh sending zings of electricity through my body, igniting the carnal need inside like lava about to burst free and consume me.

  I need him. I need him to vanquish this insatiable burning that I have raging deep inside, just for him. I need my gorgeous Warlock inside of me now! With swift fingers I rip at the button on his jeans and with his help, I pull them off his hips. The insatiable craving that I have to get his cock in my hand has stopped all the neurons firing in my brain. Dipping my fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, I finally grasp his velvety dick in my hand. Feeling it pulse and jerk as I wrap my delicate fingers around him sends shivers down my spine, he's so large it makes my mouth water.

  “I want you in my mouth,” I whisper to him in a throaty moan. He removes my nipple from between his plump lips with a distinct pop. Before I can say it again, he’s towering over me like an Adonis god. Like this, I can see all the hard planes and lines cutting through his body under his tight t-shirt. Like he has been chiseled out of marble. The Nunu standing before me, oozing confidence and dominance. Not at all like the original Nunu I had met only days ago.

  His gaze remains locked on mine as he lifts his t-shirt over his head and drops his boxers to the floor. His dick stands to attention, waiting eagerly for my mouth, and I see a pearl of precum glistening on the head. I lick my lips at the glorious sight, as I drop to the floor and seductively crawl towards him on my hands and knees. Pushing my covered pussy in the air, I prowl over to him. Grasping his cock with one hand at the base, I slowly lick the precum from the end. Releasing a moan, I swallow in ecstasy as it slides down my throat and I am desperate for more. Shooting my tongue out I lick him from base to tip, leisurely swirling my tongue around the head, teasing and causing him to buck his hips forward, eagerly. This is all the encouragement I need. I take him deep into my mouth, his length greedily filling my small mouth. Closing my lips tightly around him and hollowing my cheeks, I slowly suck him from tip to base in long movements. Down and up, down and up.

  His hands grab forcefully into my hair, twisting his fingers deeper into it and pulling slightly on the roots causing a delicious bite of pain to travel straight to my sensitive clit. Looking up to him, I can see the light of seven burning suns shining back at me. The power he radiates from being horny and having me on my knees is intoxicating. It’s making me delirious from the potency of his energy. Lifting one hand I grasp his balls, slowly massaging them while taking him all the
way to the back of my throat. I swallow gently causing my throat to contract around the head of his cock, eliciting an agonised, deep moan.

  Over and over I take Nunu deep into my throat until he can't take it any longer. Holding onto my hair, he pulls his dick out of my mouth and drops to his knees, wraps his arms around me lovingly before ravishing my mouth again.

  I remove my panties with urgency, the evidence of my arousal turning them into a dripping wet mess by this point. He lays me back on the blanket, slowly. His increased pulse visible from the intense throbbing in his neck, matching my own thundering heartbeat. His demeanor seems to visibly change. This makes my panic rise slightly, shit is he going to bolt?

  Nunu leisurely leans back while he silently sits and stares at me. His gaze deepens with passion and we just sit there surrounded with silence until he finally speaks. “You are as beautiful as the night sky. I want to watch you all night, just as you watch the stars.” My heart melts at his words and they sink deep into my heart, chasing away my panic about him bolting. Nobody has ever said such sweet words to me before and I feel my heart starting to swell. This sweet, caring, geeky guy definitely knows how to do romance and I love it.

  When he moves himself to cover me, he takes my lips again, the wildness of before now replaced by tenderness and love. He gently pushes his tongue into my mouth, each pass of his tongue now purposeful and controlled. As he is guiding his thick pulsing cock to my slick opening, he rubs himself up and down across my clit a few times to drive me crazy, before slowly pushing into me. Sliding inside me, my walls clench greedily around his length. I feel every inch of him as he pushes in slowly, perfectly. His hand slips under my hips, tilting them up and allowing him to delve even deeper. The feeling is all consuming and something that I have never experienced before. I feel whole, complete, full. He gently pushes in and out, slowly building more and more heat. He continues kissing me tentatively, making me feel loved and cherished. It feels as though Nunu is desperately telling me everything I need to know about how he feels through his touch and it’s breathtaking.