Bad Day

The skies ahead were darkened, and the cold eerie feeling of walking alone in the dark sent a swift shiver down my spine. Not to say I'm not used to being alone in the dark. On the contrary, I actually prefer the confines of darkness to the overwhelming intensity of sunlight. The only reason my hands are currently trembling is because of the low growling and periodic roars from all around me. Red eyes gaze at me from within the darkness. A nerve-wracking whistle rose as a gusty wind swept across the vast field of lifeless trees and grass.

"Well, we should probably get going." A familiar voice speaks in the back of my head. In a state of shock and slight panic, I hurriedly examine my surroundings. I could feel the shivering and trembling of my hands and feet.

Mom. That voice was undoubtedly my mother's. Her voice is unforgettable. My eyes, still unfocused, do their best to examine my surroundings. To my horror, there is not a living soul anywhere around me, at least not ones that can prove helpful.

My heartbeat speeds up in my chest, and long pants rush from my lips. I stumble back slowly as the intense gazes of the shimmering red eyes grew closer.

"John."

My mother's voice rose once more. Again, I glance around my surroundings. And again, their is nothing except for myself and the red eyes peering into depths of my soul I hadn't even been aware of. A lump forms in my throat.

"You know what to do, boy." This time, the voice that spoke was not soft nor calm like my mother. Instead, it was gruff. Rough, and eerie. "A blood descendant. I shiver with anticipation for the day I test your power." The voice is filled with a sinister pleasure as it bursts out in a malicious cackle.

"John." Another voice, this time of my mother's, rushes into my hand. Instantly, I feel myself pushed from whatever realm this is. My body shivers ever so slightly as my eyes flutter open.

"You weren't answering me. Good night, sweetie. And remember to get a lot of rest. The first day of classes is tomorrow. Call me whenever you get the chance." My mother began her usual motherly rant.

I gaze around my surroundings, slowly inhaling to cool my nerves. Amidst my beating heart and unfocused eyes, my phone suddenly vibrates in my pocket. With trembling hands, I pull out the phone, my eyes strained by an unknown. After some time of squinting, I manage to make out the contents of the message.

We have to talk, later. I'll see you tomorrow after classes.

The message is from Monica. Can you believe it? God. She likely wants to talk about the events of the library, and the day prior. My arm crawls to the back to my neck, and I rub hesitantly.

Fuck. Undeniably, I was likely also under the effects of the blue light. It's the only plausible explanation as to why I did what I did. That's another thing I hadn't accounted for.

I turn back to my phone, my eyes fluttering at the bright light. Monica. Mrs. Wilson. Lydia.

My head rings with the constant whistles I had heart in that forest. As tempting as a nice sleep to quell my headache sounds, it's best if I stay away from the dorms, and especially Jake. The effects of the lights are still a mystery to me, and I wouldn't want to unknowingly affect Jake. Ugh, the thought of Jake under the pink light's power makes me shivers.

So now, the only two choices are Mrs. Wilson and Lydia. I swipe from Monica's account to Mrs. Wilson.

RING!

RING!

Damn it, she's not answering. I make another mental note to meet her at her apartment and fuck some sense into her. Regardless of her struggles and shortcomings, she is mine. In body and soul. I just hope my abilities allow me to make it as official as it can be.

With a defeat sigh, I swipe from Mrs. Wilson's account and to Lydia's. The ringing of the phone only added to my miserable state, so I send her a quick message. Before long, my phone DINGS! with a new notification.

Speak of the devil... A malicious smirks tugs at the corners of my lips as I read the contents of her message. Unbeknownst to poor Lydia, she has just signed up for a night of relentless fucking. My cock slowly stirs to life, straining against the confines of my pants, at the thought.

Get over here now.

My roommate's out. She'll be gone for the night. That means we can do whatever we want. Wherever we want.

She doesn't have to tell me twice.

With staggered steps, I make my way towards Lydia's apartment. By the time I arrive, the sun had already descended, and a eerie darkness enveloped the skies. A swift reminder of the forest, it seems.

KNOCK!

I feebly knock at the marble door to Lydia's apartment. At this point, my strength had been ursurped by an unknown ****, and I struggle to stay on the meet. As she opens the door, I expect a load of nonsensical conversations I would pay no attention to. Instead, she practically drags me into the room by the collar and immediately tries to make out with me.

"It's always so awkward bringing guys here. Jill just sits there on the couch watching TV, it freaks most of them out. So I try to make the most of it whenever she isn't here," Lydia says between smooches along my lips, cheeks, and neck.

"Does she work nights or something?" I ask, curious as to why Jill would disappear for nights at a time. If my suspicions are correct, it would make this another mystery I needyo solve. And I am really disliking mysteries right now.

"I don't know, she said it's for a project she's working on for extra credit. She's kind of a nerd, but she pays the rent on time so..."

Extra credit? Before classes have even started? While I'd love to ask more questions about this, I'm sure Lydia has no interest in spending the night talking about her roommate. She clearly brought me here for a very different reason.

As she gets on her knees and starts fiddling with my zipper, my eyes land on three fluttering lights, flying just above Lydia's head. Without bothering to examine the other lights, I reach out and absorb the weakest. The yellow light.

Surprisingly, as my body instinctively absorbs the yellow light and its power runs through my veins, my body seems rejuvenated. My head is still pounding, but my body seems to be in a better state.

Wind

Wind

Wind

With the light's essence absorbed, my body feels lighter and swifter, as if I was an extension of wind itself. I now possess the ability to move objects with my mind. A form of low-level telepathy. Sure I'm doing so through the power of air, but air itself is intangible, so, it technically counts.

The surge of, somewhat, limitless power is offset by another powerful sensation, as Lydia gets to work sucking my dick. I groan, biting down on my lower lips as she work the length of my shaft, alternating between her mouth and hand to great effect.

Cute as she is sucking my cock, I'm not here for romantic foreplay. Using my newfound powers, I **** Lydia to suddenly — and without warning — deepthroat my cock. I grin at the look of panic in her eyes when she inexplicably shoves the full length of my shaft into her mouth and begins **** on it, seemingly of her own volition. In reality, I am using the wind to keep her head locked in place. Even if she wanted to pull off my cock to catch a breath, she couldn't, because the wind is simply too powerful for her frail body to overcome.

GLUCK!GAGH!GLACK!

The sound of chockinf bounces against the walls and back into the room. I lean back, teasing her puffy slit using my abilities. I lesky a heavy groan as I push her deeper down, my cock hitting places in the back of her head that it likely shouldn't.

As amazing as the **** deepthroat is, I relieve the wind around and allow her some reprieve.

"Oh my god, John. I don't know that happened there, I couldn't — "

I raise my arm, caughting her off, and I use the air to toss her onto her couch. She gives a concerned as she stumbles onto the warmth of the blue leather couch. I flick my wrist, pinning her arms behind her with ropes of air as I ready myself to fuck her.

Unaware of what's going on, she struggles to get her arms free and becomes increasingly convinced that she's suffering from sort of inconsistent paralysis.

"Wait, John. Something's not right, I can't —"

Before she can finish her useless ramblings, I press my cock inside her with a swift thrust of my hips. A deep moan pours from her lips as my cock PLOPS! insids of her. Her eyes widen with horror as my hips begin a fast and swift thrusting motion.

I groan in escatsy as my cock effortlessly slides out of her cunt, then pushes back in, and repeat. Heavy pants pours from our lips, in unison, as I pound into her from above.

Huh? My headache is relieved. I note. Grunts, moans, and cries fill the room along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I meet her terrified gaze, feigning ignorance to her cries for me to stop.

"Stop - Stop! HNGH! FUCK! - Yes - HMH!"

The room echoes with the slick sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her sopping with cunt. I can tell a part of her protests what I'm doing, but another undeniable part of her just wants me to fuck her. A cascade of various grunts and moans mix with the sound of body against body.

Nearing my orgasm, I grab the slut below me and flip her around. Using my authority over the wind, I drag her arms forward, causing her butt to stick out. I enter her from behind and steady myself with her hair.

With blurred vision and a growing heaviness in my chest, I lay my hands on her ass, kneading rougly as I pound into her cunt again and again, and again.

When a particularly intense orgasm hits her, it's enough to drive me over the edge as well. She hasn't even noticed that I am fucking her without a condom, so I could potentially get away with cumming inside her, alternatively, I could try pulling out.

As enticing as blowing my load deep into her cunt, I know how angry Lydia would be. Ultimately, I decide to do the responsible thing and pull out.

"Oh, thank god. I forgot you weren't wearing a condom," Lydia says, her voice still hoarse from the rough treatment her throat received throughout the course of my rough fucking.

With my cock directly above her bouncy ass, I jerk myself to the end. My hand swiftly jerks up and down as I cum directly on Lydia's ass.

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After finishing up, Lydia gives me a kiss on the cheek and instructs me to leave before her roomate, Jill, gets back. Classes start tomorrow, so I agree to head back and get some needed sleep.

Back at the dorm, I practically collapse onto my bed to get a goodnight's rest, drained from both fatigue and excitement. As my eyes slowly close and I descend into the depths of slumber... an eerie wind gusts around me.

"Where the hell am I?"