She doesn’t seem like a bad person. I don’t know what to do here, but I know that I can’t just pretend like she’s evil.
He sat on the couch, mulling over his choices. Involving the Champion Authority was outside of the question, but maybe they had some knowledge that he didn’t about the nature of sprytes and demons. Maybe there was a way to help Rose get closer to who she was originally, or a cure, even.
“Malcolm.” Rose had finished her shower. She walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, her dark hair slick against her pale purple skin.
“Rose,” he said. He stared at her, his eyes running the cleavage he could see pushing against the towel, and the curve of her butt underneath it. He stood up as she came around to his side of the couch.
She let the towel fall. Her eyes blazed with confidence and sexual power, though Malcolm’s attention was pulled to her big breasts, her dark nipples, and her perfect thighs.
“I guess you have missed me,” she said, letting her palm push against the bulge in his pants. “Here, let’s go into your bedroom. Into the dark.”
Malcolm shook his head.
“I want to see at you like this,” said Malcolm. “I want to look at you, Rose.”
She stepped in closer to him, pushing her breasts against his chest while her fingers unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans.
“You can do more than just look,” she whispered. “And so can I.”
She gave his erection a squeeze and then led him toward his bedroom, glancing over her shoulder at him with a sultry expression on her face. Malcolm stared at her butt, naked and with just the right amount of curve.
Shadow tendrils extended from the darkness as he entered his room, roughly pulling his shirt up and over his head, and his pants and boxers to the ground. Malcolm would have found it terrifying if not for how aroused he was.
He pulled Rose in close, her body naked against his. His erection poked her in the stomach as they kissed. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and let out a soft, sensual moan.
Malcolm felt his cock being caressed, and it took him a second to realize that it wasn’t Rose’s hand doing it. She was still using her shadows, touching him with them, showing how good they could feel. Strangely, it made him feel like being aggressive with her. He wanted to see what they would do if he turned the intensity up even further.
He pushed her onto the bed and heard her squeal with delight. There was just enough light in the room for him to see the shadow tendrils form into visible shapes. The upper torsos, along with heads, of two very attractive women slid up out of the darkness, both caressing and then licking Malcolm’s hardness.
He groaned, a little unnerved and a lot turned on. One of them immediately started sucking on the tip of his erection. The other was licking and kissing the shaft. Rose was watching, lying on his bed pushed up on her elbows, enjoying the effect she was having on him.
Malcolm stepped forward, moving past the shadow phantoms. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Rose’s thighs open. She put her hands around his neck as he pushed forward, his shaft sliding into her tight, hot hole.
“Mmm…” moaned Rose.
Malcolm groped at one of her breasts and started moving, feeling her wetness slicking over his tool. Rose urged him on, her fingers squeezing his shoulder and pulling across his back.
They fell into a fast, easy rhythm. Rose bucked her hips up to meet each of his thrusts. Her breasts bounced in the dim light of his bedroom, and their bodies made lewd noises as they slapped together.
He kissed her deeply, and she rolled him over, briefly assuming control on top and grinding into him to take his full length. Malcolm rolled back, twining his hands through her hair as he pumped into her roughly.
He let his hands grope at her butt, giving it a small, punishing slap. Rose squealed and seized the offending hand with a shadow tendril. Malcolm kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, feeling the tendril weaken as she lost focus. He slapped her ass again, and Rose let out an even louder squeal.
The bed shook as though it was being subjected to an earthquake. Malcolm hoped his neighbors weren’t trying too hard to get to sleep. He held onto Rose’s body, pulling her as tightly as he could as he thrust into her madly.
“Malcolm!” she cried out, her body seizing with pleasure.
He hammered away, pushing his hardness into her until he couldn’t hold out for a second longer. Malcolm held her as he unloaded, filling her up. The pleasure was unbelievable, and he cradled Rose’s head against his shoulder, fingers in her hair.
They stayed like that for a while, neither of them moving, as though it might spoil the moment.
“Is your champion friend coming by early again tomorrow?” asked Rose.
“No,” said Malcolm. “I… have the day off.”
Rose made a pleased noise.
“That means we have all night,” she whispered.
CHAPTER 25
Malcolm smelled breakfast when he made his way out of his room the next morning. Rose was in his kitchen, wearing one of his shirts, cooking eggs and toast on a pan. She smiled at him when he walked over.
“Your kitchen isn’t exactly well stocked,” she said. “But I’m making do with what I could find.”
“I’ve been living the sad bachelor life since before I was old enough to drive.” Malcolm grinned back at her. “We can grab some stuff from the store today and have a real dinner tonight.”
Rose looked at him as though he was stupid. It took Malcolm far longer than it should have to realize why.
Oh right. She’s a spryte. Being out in public during the day isn’t such a good idea.
“I appreciate the sentiment,” said Rose. “Maybe I’ll send you out with a list.”
Malcolm nodded, but didn’t quite feel ready to move on from the issue.
“I feel like… there has to be some way you could move around during the day,” he said. “Can’t you teleport through shadows?”
“I don’t teleport through them as much as hide in them,” said Rose. “I call it shadow walking. But no, there isn’t any easy way for me to do it when the sun’s out. I have to become visible again each time I reach the edge of a shadow.”
Malcolm thought about it for a second.
“What about hiding in the shadow of a person?” he asked.
“It’s too difficult,” said Rose. “If they make any sudden movements, I fall out of the shadow. Which is dangerous, for a spryte.”
“Okay, but if they knew you were in their shadow?” asked Malcolm. “I have an old cane. I could walk slowly, pretending I have a limp. Would that work?”
Rose blinked, as though she’d never thought of it before.
“It… just might,” she said. “As long as nobody shines a flashlight over the shadow. Yeah, we could try it.”
After breakfast, they gave it a shot. Rose stood just inside Malcolm’s apartment, wearing one of his t-shirts and her yoga pants. She looked nervous as Malcolm stepped out into the hallway, using the cane and carefully positioning his shadow so she could easily step into it.
“Alright,” said Rose. “Here goes.”
It was interesting, watching her hide inside of shadows with the bright sun overhead. Rose seemed to melt away like her tendrils did when they disappeared into the darkness. Malcolm carefully closed the door behind him, feeling a bit apprehensive about their endeavor.
“This is by far the weirdest date I’ve ever been on,” he whispered.
“It was your idea,” came Rose’s reply, from floor level. “And there had better be a movie involved if you’re going to call this a date.”
Malcolm grinned down at her.