You're on your way home from taking some pictures of the moon when all of a sudden you get the feeling you're being followed. You look around and see nothing. All you can think about is why the fuck you went to the graveyard; all you wanted was some alone time to think about him.
You increase your pace as your anxiety increases and as soon as you enter your house, the feeling disappears. You smile as you wonder why the hell you freaked out in the first place. Then you just laugh, the laughing becomes a little maniacal, but you can't help it. You close your eyes and picture him; him holding your hand and laughing along with you.
As you head down the hall and into your room, you find your old teddy bear on the floor. You scream in pleasure and as you bend over to pick it up, you feel a sudden warmth building behind you. You grab the bear and quickly turn around to see the face of him. You blush at the sight of him - the mere image of him distracting you from the thought that you're seeing things - and hug the teddy bear whispering "I love you...". You run into your room and hop onto the bed, dreaming of him.
You quickly drift off to sleep, still clutching the pillow. All of a sudden you hear him say, "I love you too..."
You still being sleepy, just smile and kiss the teddy bear. Then you hear Him again, except it's not quite him. The Voice is slightly deeper, and the sound resonates in your mind. Your heart starts to race as you try to wake yourself from this nightmare. Everything seems so surreal, so you get up and check the hallway. You see Him, standing there. You cry as you realize you have no choice but to follow this wherever it may go; you approach Him, and look up into his eyes. His eyes are the darkest of black and you become lost in the depth and beauty of him.
He takes you in his arms and whispers, "I've been waiting a long time for you my dear Anna."
You feel this sudden coldness take over, the sensation pulsating with life; nothing can describe the pain that sweeps your body. As soon as it comes, it flees. He takes you back to your room and lays you down on the bed. With every touch, your body lights on fire. The warmth floods your body and you feel something that only He can make you feel: desire.
The control takes your breath away. You blush at the thought of how much power He has over you. Whatever the thing is, you are utterly surrendered to It. The Voice speaks again, and you feel the warmth and chill of it seep through your bones "Anna, darling, you have released me, and I am yours till the gates of hell are opened."
His words have such power over you that you feel a rush of heat in parts yet unexplored. You are not ignorant of this feeling as you have thought of him many times in your dreams. He is your god and your highest reverence, but you have never felt something this strong. A moan escapes your mouth and you feel the Thing shudder. His grip on you tightens as you feel the heat rising. You feel the wetness soaking through your panties and the Voice speaks yet again, except this time His voice is nothing like him but a dark and otherworldly voice, "My Anna, your body freed Me, and I will now free you. Your body will feel nothing it has ever felt before, you will feel what it's like to be Mine. This body is his but I am whoever you want till then end of time. You have no need to speak, only enjoy the pleasures you feel."
As He continues, you feel the bond between you grow. You feel His strength and the fear He instills in you only makes you want Him more. You want Him; you want to feel Him inside you. With these thoughts, you feel Him touch your lips. First with His fingers, then with His lips. You shudder under Him, and you can soon feel Him climb all the way on top of you. The longer He is on you, the more you want Him to finally claim you. His fingers trail down your body, and He pulls your shirt up over your head.
You've never had someone kiss you before, let alone be this exposed. The thrill of it all makes you overtake His force and kiss Him back much harder. You instantly feel His muscles tighten as He slams you onto the bed and grabs your hair. The Voice growls out in a barely audible voice, "Do not fight Me, it will only cause you to be hurt. This is your only warning. Next time you will suffer my wrath."
You let Him regain control of you, except this time you let your hand travel down your body. You think of His power, his strength. You finally touch this special place through the soft material of your Spiderman pajamas. You can't help but be excited for him to touch you. A small part of you wonders what dream feels this real, but you do not care. He continues letting you touch yourself down there, but slowly His kiss becomes more forceful and He eventually begins to grope your breasts while trailing your neck with warm kisses.
As His tongue glides over your breast, and you feel Him approaching the soft surface of your nipple, you feel an intense cold. The pain causes you to scream out, only making more painful. His other hand caresses your other breast, and His tongue finally moves away from your now erect nipple. You want to take His long hair and force His tongue back on it, but you are afraid of making Him angry.
Luckily for you the Thing is lowering himself onto the now drenched part of your body. His hands are no longer touching you, but He pauses to look deep into your eyes. The Voice nearly smacks you as the force of His Voice makes you close your eyes. It simply demands one thing, "Surrender yourself to the fallen angel Pharzuph, and your body will be claimed by me."
You could do nothing but give him what he wanted, "My body and soul is yours Pharzuph."
As the words left your mouth, you instantly felt an invisible strength grab your arms and pin them above your head. Your hair was tied back, and your nipples had a warm grip pinching them. Meanwhile, He was pulling down your pajamas to expose you soaking wet white panties. You couldn't help but blush as you realized just how much you enjoyed Him. His tongue gripped your panties and as His breath brushed over your now exposed sex, you could feel an intense cold that caused you to spasm. The more you moved, the stronger the invisible hands tightened over you.