10. Dream Stalker

Dream Stalker

Eva

I sit on a bench in a beautiful garden, filled with colorful flowers and lush green trees. In front of me a fountain with the goddess Aphrodite in the middle pours water and the sound soothes me. This is not the first time I've been to this amazing place. I visit almost every day. I close my eyes and lean back to enjoy the moment.

A warm mouth kisses my ear, and I giggle. He's here, at last. It doesn't matter that I just saw him the previous night. I really can't get enough of him. He walks around the bench and sits next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. He presents me with a multi colored flower, unique to this realm. I take it from his hand and smell the exotic aroma the flower exudes.

"Eva, my love. I've missed you. Will you be mine tonight?"

He asks the same question every time, and I always say the same thing.

"I'll be yours, forever."

Something fleeting passes through his gaze, but it's gone almost immediately. What could bother a demigod? He takes my hand and pulls me up into his arms, giving me a soft and tender kiss on the lips. Then he's pulling me towards the gazebo that's only a few feet away from where we stand. There, on the floor, are blankets and pillows where we can lie together.

I put my flower at one corner of the gazebo for safekeeping and turn to the man I love. He doesn't let me speak my words of love and adoration for him, but every night he makes sure I know how important I am to him. He stands before me and starts to disrobe me. Every time his hand brushes my bare skin a shiver runs through me.

Adoration goes through my mind as I watch the magic hands that give me endless pleasure night after night. When I'm naked before him, I give him a shy smile and watch as he takes off his own clothes. Even though he's half god he always wears commoner's garb. I asked him once about it and he told me he did not wish to anger the gods.

Without clothes, his powerful frame overwhelms me a little bit and I step back. He grabs my arm gently and kisses my cheek.

"You're safe with me, Eva. You know this."

I nod and walk straight into his arms. Being skin to skin with him is always an erotic experience. The hair on his chest teases my nipples and they get hard like diamonds. He picks me up and lays me down on the blankets. They are of fine quality and feel soft beneath my body. He lies beside me, on his side and traces the lines of my face with his fingers.

His loving touch is one of the things I crave the most when we are separated. I grab his hand, place a kiss on it, and put it over my breast. His breath catches with my boldness and he starts drawing circles round and round my sensitive breasts. He watches me carefully to see my reaction to his teasing.

I don't know if I can take much teasing tonight. He's been gone for a few days and it left me desperate for his touch. If he doesn't stop playing with my breasts, I think I'll come right here without him touching me between my legs. I start lifting my chest, a silent plea for him to keep doing what he's doing. When he pinches my nipples, I almost jump from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Do…do you need to torture me, Hypnos?"

His brow becomes furrowed. He doesn't like me calling him that. It's his father's name, the god of sleep.

"I'm sorry, my love. Don't stop, I beg you."

His facial features ease up as if relaxed once more and he leans down to kiss me while still driving me crazy with his hands. His lips are a bit salty and he tastes of mint. The gentleness of the kiss is more than I can handle and I start moaning and writhing next to him. He likes my wanton behavior and encourages it when we are together.

When I'm on my realm, I have to be prim and proper so that I'm respected and my family looks good in front of others. But here in his arms I can let myself go and do all the naughty things I secretly read in books late at night. My lover finally takes his hand and starts teasing me between my legs. He finds me soaked in my juices.

"I love it how you're always ready for me, Eva."

"Please take me, my love."

Before I know it, he's kneeling between my legs and lifts my whole body up to bring me down on his hard cock. I gasp in pleasure as he fills me up as much as he can. He's quite large so it takes a moment before I am be able to take him fully. He knows this, so he whispers sweet nothings in my ears so I can relax. That helps a lot. When he's finally balls deep inside me, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. Then we start moving, each keenly aware of the other.

His powerful body surrounds me and envelops me, and I hold on tight to him. The closer I am to the edge, the more I scream to every deity there is out there. It's a lucky thing we are alone, where no one else can see or hear us. Our movements become frenzied and in no time at all, I'm thrown into the vortex of my climax.

It's not long before I hear him grunt his own orgasm and feel the hot jets of his cum deep inside me. We stay together like that, holding on to each other. I want to ask him why he waited so long to visit me this time, but I do not want to anger him. After a few minutes he lays me down carefully on the blankets and gets up to find something.

He comes back with a washcloth and cleans us thoroughly. I want this man to come back with me to my realm and for him to make me his wife. He doesn't talk about that, though. Always changes the subject. He finally lies next to me and pulls me practically on top of him. He's a cuddler, believe it or not.

"Eva, we need to talk."

That's never good. I tense up, but he just squeezes me to reassure me.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Never, but I might not be able to come visit you anymore."

Panic goes through me and I know I must tell him the truth.

"My love, this is the only place where we can be together. In real life I'm sick and getting sicker by the minute. I cherish this time we spend together and want to make it last as long as possible."

"That's the problem, Eva. I'm the one making you sick. Every time I pull you to this realm and make love to you, I take some of your energy. I tried to stay away, but I couldn't."

I lift myself up to look down on his face, my own visage serious.

"I don't care. As long as I live, I want you with me. Maybe we can find someone to heal me."

"The only way to heal your real body is for you to kill me."

Looking at him with horror all over my face, I sit back as if I've been hit. I could never hurt him, even if he was hurting me.

"Don't leave me, my love. Promise me."

"I don't know that I can make that promise. Your life is more important to me than my own."

I lie back down on top of him and sleep takes me. When I wake I find I'm weaker than before and can hardly get up from my bed. It takes me a long while to get myself ready to take on the day. I don't even know if I'll be able to work today. After finishing breakfast, a knock sounds on the door. I go open it and find an ugly and disfigured man on my doorstep.

Thinking he is a beggar, I start calculating how much food I have available to gift this poor soul.

"Hello, let me get you some food." I say to him.

He grabs my wrist and I feel an electric shock when he touches me. My eyes open wide and I recognize the soul of the person in front of me. This is my lover. This is his real face and body.

"I'm sorry, my love, I didn't recognize you at first. Please come in, let me serve you."

We're both feeble and have difficulty moving, but I get him seated on my dining room table and serve him food and drink. Finally, he seems to want to say something, so I wait patiently until he does.

"You're not scared of me. Why? Why serve me and take care of me as if I'm someone important?"

"You are someone important, you're my soulmate."

"Can I have a sharp knife to cut this bread?"

I look at him strangely, but do as he asks. Instead of handing him the knife, I go to cut the bread for him. Before I know it he covers the hand with the knife with his and stabs himself in the heart. I scream and try to pull the knife out, but he holds it still and even tries to twist it a bit. I'm still screaming and trying to get him to let me go.

When he does, it's because the life inside him is fading. I kiss his brow and hold him to my chest. This can't be happening, he can't be dead! Then his body turns into sand and I can no longer hold on to him. At that moment, I feel a shiver go through me and I realize that I'm once again whole and my lover died to save me.