The Fade

Aaralon realised that everything seemed to have stopped. Shane caught in mid thrust, his hands now as solid as stone, holding Aaralons head in place.

“I have to admit I was starting to wonder if you had died along the way,” the voice continued. Unmistakably the voice of his Master. “It is strangely thrilling to have you out of my sight.”

Aaralon could track the voice as it moved around him, starting directly behind him and slowly moving to his left until, finally, his Master stepped into view. Aaralon felt his heart swell with joy at the sight of his Master.

As he watched his Master turned his attention to the frozen form of Shane, his fingers running through the burly man's hair as a delicate smile played across his lips.

“This one is a perfect choice,” He says, seeming to be talking to himself as he circles the pair of them. “You humans think that you can just ignore your desires and they will go away. When all it does is create more and more pressure and creates a potent little power supply for me.”

Aaralon watched as his Master squatted down beside him, even in this state he couldn’t help but notice that his Master was now sporting an almost average human penis.

“I want you to keep this one close,” he began to explain to Aaralon, gesturing to Shane. “The other men you will need to get rid off but we can deal with that later. I don’t have much time left before the link fades again so listen closely.”

Aaralon strained his ears, forgetting the cock that was filling his mouth.

“I left some more of myself inside of your mind when you left, I don’t doubt you have already felt its influence this evening. You are going to need to trust what that voice says over the coming weeks. I don’t doubt that people have started to notice the young people sneaking off into the woods. We can deal with rumours but if anyone comes looking things could go very badly. I can keep you alive inside the school but if you die outside then you really are dead for good. Understand?” His Master’s expression was severe.

Aaralon tried to nod as much as he could and he saw the humour return somewhat to his Master's face.

“I don’t doubt you will do me proud, now…”

Aaralon felt something, almost like the ground was moving underneath him for a moment. His Master seemed to notice it as well, stopping mid-sentence he glanced up and away at something Aaralon could not see. When his focus returned to Aaralon there was something in his face that the young man could not read.

“Don’t let me down.” Was the last thing his Master said before standing up again and stepping quickly back into the surrounding darkness.