by Suzy Shearer
“Well, at first I became a guide, a spirit guide. Like the one who inspired Socrates. Then I did various jobs for the Gods, and when I wasn’t needed I was, well, I guess you could say I was asleep or just wandering around, although most of the time the Gods tend to find things to keep us busy. Plus most Daemons have things they like to do when not working. I sculpt.”
This was all too much for me. I shook my head.
“I don’t think I want to know this. It was easier when I thought you were a murderer or a rapist.”
Dorian gave a deep belly laugh.
“Just relax. Things have a way of working out, and in the meantime, there is more of your body I would like to explore and you had an interest in seeing my naked rear.”
He looked at me. His look was smouldering, red hot and so damn sexual. I felt myself melt and I was so wet. My body was jumping up and down with excitement, and my brain was trying to get it to behave. For the moment, my brain was in charge, mainly because it was shouting so damn loud.
“No.”
He raised an eyebrow. Bugger that looked so sexy.
“Are you sure?”
“No. I mean yes.”
He just grinned.
“Look. Much as I would love to, the fact remains, you turned up here out of nowhere. You look like a thirty-five-year-old Greek god. You tell me this fantastic tale and now you just want to fuck!”
“Not fuck, make love. Although I did enjoy it when we just fucked.”
I shook my head, this wasn’t going to plan.
Er…What was the plan?
Oh yes, figure out what the fuck was going on! Try and make some sort of sense of it all.
“You know nothing about me.”
“I know everything.”
“Yeah? Prove it!”
“Your name is Eliza Walters, although you prefer Ellie, you are sixty-four years old, but you could pass for late forties or early fifties. You work with fabrics and textiles. You are five eight. You never married because most men couldn’t really satisfy you. You haven’t been in a relationship for over twenty years and when you were, you found nothing to challenge or excite you.”
He took a breath. I put my fingers over his mouth.
“Enough! I get the idea.”
I was so confused. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. This was overwhelming and so weird. Dorian gently touched my face, tracing the track left by my tear. He bent forward and kissed both my eyes.
“I know this is overwhelming, I should’ve broken this to you a little easier.”
I didn’t answer. I was trying hard not to burst out crying, a woman’s answer to stress if she can’t eat chocolate. How on earth do you believe something as far-fetched as this?
“Rest assured, I do love you and always will. At the moment this is all too strange for you, but I know you will love me.”
For some reason the image of me walking arm in arm with him in public flashed in my brain. Oh yes, I can just imagine how that would look. A Greek Adonis in his thirties with a woman in her mid-sixties. Those seeing us would immediately think I was rich and employed a gigolo, a cougar with a very young toy boy. I was surprised to find that it would upset me, normally I don’t give a fuck what people think.
More tears started falling. Maybe I was going into shock.
He lifted my face. “Sweetheart, I don’t care what people think and neither should you. Just know I love you. Anyway, there is a technical problem with your worry.”
Oh shit, another technical problem!
“Get out of my head!” I shouted. “And what technical problem?”
“The only person who can see me at the moment is you.”
Warily, I asked, “Is that because it’s just you and me here or do you mean in crowds?”
“Anywhere. No one else can see me.”
“What!” This was going from bad to worse.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be forever.”
I put my head in my hands, this was…well this was weird.
“Once you allow yourself to fall in love with me, I will become flesh and bone, as it were, and anyone will be able to see me.”
“Let me get this right. You are invisible to anyone but me, however, if I fall in love with you, you’ll become real?”
“I wouldn’t actually put it that way, but yes. I am real, just no one can see me but you.”
“Supposing I believe all this, and I fall in love, what happens then?”
“Why we live happily ever after. Either you allow me to make you immortal and we live and love for all eternity. Or you don’t, and we still live and love until you pass from this world.”
“Am I going to wake up in the morning and discover this was all some weird dream?”
“No, sweetheart. This is for real.”
I finally got my brain to override my body completely and pushed myself to my feet, or maybe it was because Dorian allowed me to. I stood and started pacing up and down, occasionally looking at Dorian watching me.
“Apart from the fact this is all too hard to believe, why on earth would I want to be sixty-four for eternity?”
Dorian had that sexy grin on his face when he answered, “You would actually look much younger, maybe thirty or thirty-five.”
“Uh? How does that work?”
“Just an added benefit of being immortal, your body decides what is optimum for you. It is usually around that age. In fact, you would be able to change your appearance temporarily to suit any age up to sixty-four. I can change my appearance up to thirty-five, but it would normally be in the thirties.”
“Just as a matter of curiosity, what’s the downside? I mean this seems too good to be true, there must be some sort of catch.”
Dorian sighed. “Just a tiny one.”
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Chapter Four
“Those demons you confused me with. They…they don’t like Daemons.”
“Define ‘don’t like’.”
“As I said, we are immortal but we can be hurt and we can be killed. If we were to lose our head, it’s impossible to repair that.”
“Oh gee, I guess not,” I replied sarcastically.
Fortunately, Dorian just snickered, “Actually, repairing a lost limb is easy but a head…impossible.”
“Let’s just skip that part. Go back to the demon thing.”
“As I said, they don’t like us. We got the looks and the talent, they just got the talent. They are jealous, sometimes one or two gets the urge to kill a Daemon.”
“So, correct me if I’m wrong, if you make me immortal, I go on the list of people demons hate.”
“That’s about it.”
I walked out into the kitchen. Times like this I wish I drank. It seemed like the perfect time to get blinding drunk, however, I don’t drink and the strongest things I had in the fridge was a Coke Zero.
Maybe it was chocolate time? Yes, it was definitely chocolate time. I rummaged in the fridge, then the pantry. Surely, I had a hidden stash somewhere.
“Would you like me to get you some chocolate?”
“Get out of my head! And how does an invisible man do that?”
He waved his hand and a box of my favourite chocolates, Ferrero Rocher, appeared. I felt rather weak and the room was kind of spinning. Dorian grabbed me before I hit the floor. He had the good grace to look guilty.
“Sorry.”
He sat me on one of the kitchen chairs, putting the box of chocolates on the counter. I looked up at him.
“Next time can you warn me before you do something like that.”
I could feel my heart pounding. “How did you do that anyway?”
“We can do a lot of things that you would consider magic. It’s easy to create things. I knew you wanted them so I just made a boxful.”
I honestly was at a loss for words. Tonight was so crazy. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was close to eleven, I smothered a yawn.
“Baby, maybe you should go to bed. You�
�re tired and this has been a strange night for you.”
I was tired, there was no doubt of that, but I looked warily at Dorian.
“You just want to get me into bed.”
“Guilty, but you are tired. Anyway, I could help you sleep.”
“Oh? And how do you propose to do that?”
He took a step toward me and leant down to kiss me.
Oh yeah, that would help me sleep…Not! My brain was waving a red flag, but as usual, my body looked the other way and returned the kiss. His tongue was wrestling with mine, his lips pressed tight against my lips. My arousal went from zero to five million in a second.
He broke the kiss, his face inches from mine, his tongue running across my lips. It was so sensual. He sucked on my bottom lip and then ran his tongue along it again. I was going to resist, I swear I was, but instead I put my arms around his neck and pulled his face onto mine, my lips on his.
That kiss was explosive!
I felt him lift me, my arms still around his neck, my lips still locked on his.
He carried me down the hallway toward my bedroom. Somewhere in my brain I was wondering how he knew where my bed was, but I just chalked it up to one more crazy thing.
He put me on the middle of the bed, following my body down, still locked together. Finally, we broke apart. I was panting, my heart was racing, and my pussy was dripping.
He ran a finger across my parted lips.
“Let me make love to you, please.”
Who could resist? I mean, he asked so politely. I grabbed his shirt with my hands and lifted it. I almost orgasmed on the spot. My, my, what a chest!
A six-pack so well defined and so broad, with a sprinkling of masculine hair. I ran my hands across it. Dorian stood and removed his remaining clothes. My tongue was hanging out. He grinned and turned around.
Oh yeah!
That was one hot rear! My brain waved a white flag, admitted defeat for the night and decided to join my body. I’d worry about everything tomorrow. Maybe this would all turn out to be a dream, so I may as well just enjoy.
“Meet your approval?”
I stuck my tongue back in my mouth and grinned in delight.
He climbed back onto the bed. I couldn’t decide what part of him to touch first. He solved it by stripping me off and kissing both my breasts. My hands could only reach around his back, so that was that.
I lay there, enjoying the sensations. He was doing amazing things with his tongue and teeth that had my nipples peaked so hard. He crawled back up to wrestle with my lips and tongue, and his hands were everywhere. I could feel one playing with a nipple while the other was roaming all over my body. He would brush over my thighs, then across my mound, his hand running across my stomach. I was at the point where I was going to grab it and push it exactly where I wanted it when he rubbed my soaking slit.
“Oh god, Ellie, I have to taste you. Let me please.” He moaned against my mouth.
There was no way I was going to deny his request as he trailed kisses down my body until he reached his objective.
I knew that mouth of his was addictive, but I did not realise just how much until he settled between my legs. The first lap of his tongue sent tingles running back and forth from my pussy to my nipples. The second lap had me panting. Then when he pushed his tongue between my outer lips and sucked, I thought I might just come there and then.
I tried hard to hold my climax off. I wanted to enjoy the things his mouth was doing, but when he pushed a finger in and found my g-spot I screamed and came.
Still he did not stop. His mouth latched onto my clit. I could feel him sucking and nibbling and, all the while, his fingers were circling and thrusting. I was gone!
Another orgasm rolled its way across me. I could feel it from my toes to my head. My legs were shaking as his fingers beat a relentless drumming tattoo on my g-spot, and he had my clit so hard and sensitive that it was exquisite pain/pleasure. I didn’t know whether to pull away or push forward.
I know I was screaming his name as that climax just did not seem to stop rolling across my pussy.
Then finally, he stopped and I lay there shuddering. I felt washed out, relaxed, and oh-so happy. Dorian gathered me in his arms and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue. I wanted to return the favour but, at that moment, all I could do was settle my racing heart and breathing.
“Oh my Ellie, I love you so much,” he whispered.
His lips were caressing my ear and neck. At that moment, I actually believed it. I believe all the things he had told me. As I lay there in contented silence, wrapped in his arms, all I could think of was that I could get used to this so quickly.
Somewhere inside my head was the thought that I had finally gone mad. Allowing a stranger into my house, allowing said stranger to make love to me, and now allowing that same stranger to spend the night in my bed!
Instead, I was revelling in the satisfying feeling of having made delicious love.
We lay there. I thought I needed to move, I would have to investigate his body, but somehow I fell asleep.
Chapter Five
When I woke in the morning, my face was glued to him. In a moment of panic I hoped I hadn’t drooled down his chest, but all was fine. I lay listening to him sleep, feeling very relaxed. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had for ages. Obviously last night had not been a dream.
Stretching languidly, I glanced up at the clock on my tallboy and swore. It was almost nine and I had an appointment at ten.
“Shit!” I jumped out of bed, waking Dorian in my rush.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“I have an appointment at ten and it is nine o’clock! I have to pick up new glasses and then see the fabric manufacturer who is using some of my designs in a new fabric range. Thank goodness they are close to each other.”
Dorian got out of bed and came over to where I was rummaging for underwear.
“Relax, go and shower. You’ll be on time.” He kissed me and pushed me toward the bathroom with a little smack on my butt. It tingled.
Oh, now that was fun. I stopped and looked back at him. He leered at me, then made shooing motions with his hands. I had a feeling we were going to explore some other games later today.
Once washed and dressed, I was more relaxed. Somehow, through the night, I had accepted that Dorian was now a permanent part of my life. Weird, but exciting.
Dorian disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, shaved, washed, and dressed.
“That was quick!”
He winked and said, “I’m a fast worker.”
Now that was an understatement if ever I heard one!
“You’ll have to move your car so I can get mine out.”
“Um…not necessary.”
I gave him a puzzled look.
“It wasn’t real.”
Shit! I leant against the kitchen counter, slightly dizzy.
“So no one…” I shook my head. “Forget it, I don’t think I want to know.”
I grabbed my wallet, phone and keys, and went to the door. “What are you going to do today?”
“Come with you, of course.”
“So you like doing boring things.” I laughed.
“As long as I am with you, it isn’t boring.”
He kissed my cheek as we walked out to the car.
* * * *
I was relieved when we parked near the optometrist, I was on time.
Dorian had his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the rooms. I gave my name, said I was picking up glasses, and the receptionist showed me to a seat, assuring me someone would be with me in a minute or two.
Dorian wandered off, looking at the glass frames. The assistant arrived with my new glasses and put them on my face, checking they fit properly. He went off to make an adjustment or two and I saw Dorian with a pair of glasses on upside-down. I started laughing.
The assistant came back when I was trying to stop. He gave me a strange look but never said anythin
g. Glasses back on, he made me read some stupid lines to make sure I could see properly.
Why do they do that? I mean, they have already decided I need this prescription, yet they make you sit there like a nut and read.
Dorian had put the glasses back and was now looking at himself in a mirror and pulling faces. I started laughing again. The assistant was giving me a look that said I was demented.
“Sorry, my friend is being silly.”
He looked around the room, then back at me. If anything, he looked slightly worried and quickly put the glasses into a case, giving me them and the paperwork. I stood and Dorian came over to me.
“Stop being silly, you’ll get us kicked out,” I muttered out of the corner of my mouth.
The assistant looked at me rather apprehensively then led me to the front counter to pay for my glasses. He rushed through the procedure and seemed thankful to get me out the door.
“Look what you did! That poor man thought we were crazy,” I said to Dorian as he put his arm around my waist.
“No, he thought you were crazy. He couldn’t see me, remember.”
I stopped suddenly, “Fuck! I forgot. This takes some getting used to.”
People were looking at me strangely, as I stood in the middle of the walkway between the shops. Obviously, they thought I was talking to myself.
“Oh fuck! Tell me to stop talking, Dorian.”
He was almost doubled up with laughter. The more I tried to keep quiet, the more I spoke.
“Dorian! Stop laughing at me!”
I punched his arm, and people gave me a wide berth.
“Oh fuck!”
I headed back to the car as quick as I could with Dorian trailing behind, still laughing. When we reached the car, I punched his arm again.
“That wasn’t funny, mister.”
He was wiping tears from his eyes, “I’m sorry, babe, but if you could have seen yourself, the more you tried to stop, the more you spoke. Then, when you hit me, the looks on the faces of those watching.”
He dissolved into laughter again.
“Keep it up, boyo!”
Jumping in the car, I started it and drove off to the manufacturers, a few streets away in an industrial area. I was angry with myself for forgetting and angry at Dorian because I know I must have looked silly, but he didn’t have to remind me, or he could have at least reminded me he was invisible.
