As a student at the local university, I attend classes full-time while working part-time jobs to pay for my tuition and books. So, saving money is essential for me.
Because of that, I recently rented a cramped and cluttered attic bedroom in an old Victorian house off-campus. It’s partially filled with dust-covered boxes and old books and has a dangling lightbulb that swings from the vaulted ceiling. Not exactly a showplace.
The owner, Mrs. Pilson, or Katherine as she prefers, said if I would help, we’d go through all the stuff in the room and clear out as much as possible. She never said how it all got there, but a precursory scan reveals many old college course books and personal effects perhaps left by previous tenants.
Usually, I wouldn’t have considered a room like this, but it’s very reasonable rent and includes full kitchen privileges. Katherine is a widower and the only other house occupant. She seems nice, and her living quarters are on the other side of the house, so there’s no problem with noise. I believe this attic hideaway will be a wonderful quiet place to study and sleep.
With classes starting in a few days, I moved in immediately. It didn’t take much effort as all I own fits in a backpack and a duffle bag. Katherine left me two sets of sheets and blankets for the bed and told me I could use her washing machine whenever I did laundry.
Working with Katherine, we significantly reduced and rearranged the number of boxes and books stored in my rented attic room. I was okay with those left as I only needed space for studying and sleeping. As we move some of the boxes, we discover a door set into a wall with nothing behind it. Katherine said she thought perhaps when they built the house, they had a spare door and just used it as wall covering. I thought that strange as the door had hinges, a doorknob and a locked lock, but I didn’t argue the point. It didn’t seem important at the time.
Strange dreams began that first night I spent in the room. I dreamed I was drifting in a space with no firm structure, surrounded by kaleidoscope patterns of drifting fog and streaks of blueish-purple light. It was always the same dream, except in the more recent nights, I’d began hearing the sound of someone calling out. I also distinctly felt I was searching for someone, but I didn’t know who.
One night while dreaming, the voice calling out suddenly sounded very close. It frightened me, and I awoke, immediately sitting up in bed. I quickly noticed that around the door to nowhere, a creeping, glimmering seam of blue light appeared, a sparkling thread which unspooled from behind the door. It sliced the darkness from the top of the door down both sides to the floorboards. The light beams were narrow, but the energy was enough that it seemed to stir the room’s air currents. I took a moment to gathered my courage and crept to the door. There was a slight humming sound coming from behind it, so I slowly reach for the doorknob. The moment I touch the doorknob, I’m sailing across the room, slamming against the far wall, before sliding back down upon my bed.
In my cramped attic room, now shrouded in dust and shadow, something definitely disturbs the air. Whatever it is, is oozing into the room like an electrical charge, seeping from around the door—with increasing pulses of energy building, building up for something, something coming.
On my desk beneath the attic window are open books, with their pages flipping one after another in increasing air currents. The dangling lightbulb swings from the vaulted ceiling, back and forth, back and forth, swaying precariously on its cord. The silver seam of light around the door expands on one side as the door slowly fans open with a creak and a mysterious moan, widening to reveal a silver mirror-like portal defying the surrounding darkness.
In only moments, something begins to emerge, breaking the smooth mirror-like surface—a dark nude human female figure. First one foot and then the other as a pair of black-as-midnight eyes sweep the room before finally settling on me. I find myself lost in those eyes’ dark depth, feeling a sense of peace while at the same time experiencing tremors of panic.
She stands tall, her chin high. Her face is classic, framed by long black waves of silky hair reflecting the blue-white flashes of light from the doorway. Full lips along with high cheekbones convey a sense of nobility. Her skin is alabaster, slightly off-white and nearly translucent.
Medium size breasts are perfectly formed, with hard nipples slightly darker in color. A tapered ribcage leads to a slim waist before smoothly flaring to hips below, while a small patch of jet-black public hair lies just above partially exposed pouting folds of womanhood. Long, shapely legs finish the picture this strange creature paints, and they appear ready to spring if need be.
While beautiful, she is noticeably not of this world. She has no belly button, and there’s something unnatural about her eyes that seem more animal than human. Her fingers also seem a little longer than expected.
But even so, I find myself staring dumbly, mouth agape, entranced, as she begins to smile. She raises and spreads her hands to her sides, shoulder-high, palms up with the grace of a dancer. “Are you enjoying the view?” she asks in perfect English, flashing white teeth behind soft, lovely lips.
I blush from gawking at her, causing her to laugh an infectious laugh. All I can think is what I can do or say to please her and make her laugh again.
“Come to me,” she says, standing holding out a hand for me to take. I quickly scoot off the bed and stand as I reach for her offered hand. Her skin is soft, warm, and as we touch, a sense of tranquillity, almost as if drug-induced, engulfs me, accompanied and opposed by immense waves of desire. Embarrassingly, I’m instantly hard and aching for release. She pulls me close as her lips lightly touch mine before she begins licking and sniffing my neck and ear lobes as if in some greeting ritual.
The fragrance of a forest after rain fills my head from her hair and skin, a freshness, with an earthy damp undertone. I cannot look away as she supplies both excitement and fear.
“I am Lunaria,” she says with a confident smile, “You have been searching for me the last several nights. Your touch of the door has unlocked the portal. It’s been so long; I hunger, and am eager to claim you as a mate.”
A small, scared inner voice tells me to tear my eyes from Lunaria and run. But this voice is quickly silenced by the thumping of my heart and the heat of increasing desire.
I don’t remember if she or I removed my clothing, but I find myself standing before her naked. She circles me, touching, sniffing and nipping with sharp teeth my flesh. When she is again facing me, she speaks one word, “Down.”
Like a stone, I drop to my knees with a loud thump, my hands on my thighs. Lunaria takes a step to me, her womanhood inches from my face. Her musk is overwhelming and empowering, and I can see her nectar already leaks down her inner thighs. Without thought, I extend my neck and sniff. My nose barely touches her public hair.
“This is good,” she says, “the animal is near the surface in you. You’ll make a fine mate for me.”
Taking her praise as approval, I gently part the lips of her pouting sex with my extended tongue. Lunaria’s taste floods my mouth, and I am but a voyeur to my actions from this point forward. I orally consume her slit as she moves and grinds against my lips and tongue in response. As she moans and growls above me, I begin using two fingers combined with my oral worship of her sex. Soon Lunaria grabs my hair and slams my face so hard into her crotch it temporarily stuns me as I hear the throaty howl of what sounds like a wolf. Her body spasms as her nectar squirts across my face and hand.
I regain my senses with Lunaria on her knees, licking her juices from my face. “There you are.” she says, “That was a surprise to me and most appreciated. Perhaps times have changed since the last of my kind was here. In due time, I will be eager to explore what other pleasures you may offer me.”
Turning, Lunaria drops to her hands and knees with her shapely ass extended towards me. In a demanding voice, she says, “Now, mount and breed me!”
My cock is so hard it’s painful and seems more prominent than ever before. While on my knees behind Lunaria, I sniff up between her legs across her ass and along her back. Low growls escape my throat as I catch her many scents. As I reach her neck and shoulders, she voices a throaty rumble as she raises her head back to me. My passion flares, driving me to nip her shoulder, drawing blood as I claim her as mine.
At that exact moment, I mount her, slamming my erect cock into her waiting sex. The surreal feel of her tight slick sheath resisting before giving way while squeezing my member elicits what I can only describe as a low howl from me. I taste her blood from the bite and instantly lose myself to both her and the animal she brings forth in me. We fuck with ferocity, rolling on the floor, snapping and growling at each other. I maul her breasts and hammer into her as she rakes my back with her claws. It ends when rope after rope of my cum shoots deep within her, and she bites me to muffle the scream and howl of her orgasm.
We lay joined as I feel my cum and her juices leaking from around my softening cock and her well-used sex. Finally, she opens her eyes and gives me a soft, deep kiss. It strikes me this first kiss somehow seals our bond.
The door to nowhere has remained open, its mirror-like surface now smooth and unbroken. I see Lunaria glance at it and then turn to me.
“I’ve been here a long time. I must return within the same night, or I will die,” she says.
“And what of me?” I ask.
“You will come with me. We are mates now. There will be nothing here for you after tonight.” Lunaria replies with certainty while starting to rise.
In my heart, I know she’s right. I would wilt away in this world without her now. As she approaches the open portal, she turns to me and says, “Of course, the choice is yours. I cannot force you to come with me. Nothing but your body can make the transition, so no need to bring anything. I will be waiting on the other side, and you will see, it will be good.” She steps through and is gone.
As I stand before the portal, I glance around one last time. I feel Lunaria’s pull and my building desire for her as I smile and step through. My life in this world ended the moment I saw her. I briefly remember all the old student books and belongings in the room, and I wonder how many others have made this same choice here.
The door slowly closes and locks.
