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Chapter 2 by naematraal naematraal

Where does she go?

The door with the image of the bed

Nicoletta decided to enter the door with the image of a bed and the silhouette of a mysterious winged being sitting at its edge. As soon as she opened the door, she instantly felt as though shadowy fingers were pulling her shoulders forward, into the darkness before her. She felt her feet lift from the ground slightly, ever-so-slightly, and before she knew it she was inside, and the door had closed. She saw nothing but darkness, at first. But then she began walking forward, and the room was slowly illuminated. When it was done, it was still dark, but everything looked softened, and the contrast seemed oddly high. What shocked her most was the presence of a sky above her, marked by a bold blue fog above. Silver stars glittered slightly through it, matching half of the squares from the black-and-white checkerboard floor. The walls seemed to have been cut diagonally with a large jagged knife, and they were marked by elegantly-crafted windows. As Nicoletta passed one, she saw that there was nothing to be seen around the room but more dark blue fog. The door from which she'd come from seemed slanted as well, and taller than it had seemed in the main room. All the while, she could hear a mysterious, soft, atmospheric breathing sound. It was almost soothing.

There was a large bed in the center of the room, with soft satin sheets with a black and crimson leaf pattern. It looked extremely comfortable, and exceedingly elegant, and as soon as Nicoletta saw it she felt tired. She found herself climbing on to the bed, snuggling up against the cushions, rolling on to her back and finally lying down, her legs opening spread-eagled, feet dangling off of the sides of the bed. As she rested her head against a pillow, she ran her hand through her illustrious hair, enjoying how soft it was to the touch. She closed her eyes, feeling more relaxed than she'd ever felt, the etheral sound of wingbeats carrying her to a personal nirvana....

Something was on top of her, now. She knew that. She could feel its smooth hands caressing her, its body so near...she opened her eyes....

What is it? A succubus (female), an incubus (male)? Something else?

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