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[twistedcharismaaa]

Silk Dreams: Temptations

General Summary: The creation of Masego.

Summary: A deeper glimpse into the past of Masego and Charisma's relationship that leads to their awaiting future.

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*Flashback*

She didn’t know what captured her first - his smile, his laughter, or his eyes. She swore he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen. And he was absolutely clueless of the power that rested in those dark brown orbs. She saw her fantasies in them. She saw vast possibilities, endless resolutions, and more importantly, freedom. She wondered how many versions of herself that she could be around him and she wondered who he was outside the confines of these four walls that they both seemed to frequent every Friday afternoon. The Smoothie Café on 15th Street was quaint and quiet. It was something that she had been lacking recently. The art of simplicity. She wondered if he lived a simple life and she wondered what he wrote about when he typed on that laptop of his. Whatever it was, held a lot of importance. She figured it was important enough for him not to notice her. 

Neglect was never a stranger to her, but it still hurt all the same. She figured this is just the life of an attention seeker ever insatiable for the spotlight or maybe ever insatiable for love. Silently, she sighed before taking another sweet swig of her fruity delight of a drink. Carelessly, she stole one more glance from Mr. Pretty Brown eyes. But this time, to her surprise, his eyes were already resting on hers. Again, he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen but yet, they were able to send a chill down her spine. She smiled timidly and he did the same. Slowly, he stood up from his table and began gradually walking her way. 

She pretended to busy herself with some random app on her phone. Again, she took another sip of her smoothie and waited impatiently for his arrival. Moments later, he stood in front of her table. 

“Excuse me,” he said politely. 

“Yes,” she responded, kindly. 

“I’ve noticed that we both seem to come here a lot. The drinks here are amazing,” he said, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“They are,” she agreed. 

“I figured it’s time for me to introduce myself. I’m Ambrose. All my friends call me Ro,” he replied, smiling. 

“Charisma,” she answered. “That’s a pretty name. Doesn’t it mean immortal or something like that?” She quizzed.

“Yeah, it does. It has Greek Origins. Thank you,” he replied, chuckling. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling. 

“Since we’re on the topic of pretty things, I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” he admitted. 

And just like that her smile grew even wider. 

“Thank you,” she answered. 

“If you’re not busy or anything. I would love to take you out to dinner sometime. Or maybe we can get a smoothie together?” He suggested.

Before she could answer, The sound of reality buzzed in the palm of her hand. Masego was calling. Quickly, she ignored the call. 

“I would love to,” she replied, eagerly.

“Bet,” Ambrose stated, happily.

Gleefully, they both exchanged numbers and then exchanged goodbyes. 

She watched Ambrose exit the Smoothie Café with a small smile on her face. Once the door behind him closed, she returned her attention back to her phone. It buzzed again, and again, and again. Her phone was flooded with missed calls and unread texts. Reluctantly, she read Masego’s last message. 

“I’m back in town …. I want to see you. I missed you,”

Instantly, she was reminded of how courteous her lover was. He was just so mindful. How mindful and considerate he was to announce his arrival back home after not speaking to her for over a month. She was completely ghosted. His prized jewel on the shelf collecting dust. He was absolutely polished and pristine. How kind he was to update her on his well-being overseas through Instagram stories and Twitter posts. It would only be right for her to match his chivalry. She left her lover on read and tossed her phone in her purse. She gathered the rest of her belongings and exited the cafe and entered a new state of illusion. 

——-

*Present* 

The crowd sounded like roaring lions. Their cheers echoed loudly throughout the building. Even with the door closed you can feel their adoration pulse. She couldn’t blame them though. She loved watching him perform on stage too. Quietly, she sat down and tried to think about all the things she loved about him. She even tried to think about all the reasons she had to stay and all the reasons she had to go. 

Breaking her many thoughts, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Ambrose calling. Hesitantly, she ignored his call. Seconds later, he followed up with a text. 

“Did you end it with him? Have you talked to him? Call me baby, please,”

She read his text and instantly her heart broke. Ambrose didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this. 

“Fuckkk,” she groaned. 

Tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she texted Ambrose back.  

“No, he’s performing right now. Didn’t catch him. Will call later,”

Quickly, she locked her phone and tossed it to the side. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet her mind. 

——

Several moments passed and Masego quickly entered his dressing room sweaty and breathless. A sense of relief washed over him the moment he saw Charisma’s face. She was still there. He smiled widely and sat beside her on the couch. 

“You’re here,” he whispered. 

“I am,” she replied. 

“Are you ready to talk?” She questioned, sternly. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“Good,”

———

How quickly dreams can turn into nightmares….

Part 3

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[zeenmrala]

By The Light Of The Second Moon

A Darth Maul x F/AFAB!Reader Fanfiction

chapter two: the shadow of the woods

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: You are drawn back to the woods, and soon find yourself facing a mysterious stranger.

RATING: Explicit. This work is strictly for those 18+ due to sexual content. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2.9k

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angst, anxiety, loss of a parent/family member, overprotective father/family, slight injury mention, mild threat.

CHAPTER SONGS: won’t, tanerelle. haunting, halsey.

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Chapter Two The Shadow of the Woods

You awaken with a start, gasping for air as you are pulled from your dreams by shouts and loud thuds downstairs. You panic. Does this have to do with the person that you saw last night? Maybe you were followed after all. What time is it? Your stomach drops as you pull a dress over your head, slip on some shoes and run down to the surgery room, the thundering bangs growing louder the closer that you get. When you arrive, you’re immediately relieved. It’s nothing to do with the space ships or the mysterious figure from the clearing in the woods. It’s just one of the town drunks, wrestling with your Father as he tries to stitch up a wound on his forehead.

Your Father doesn’t even look at you as he mutters, “go back to bed, I have no need of your assistance here.”

He certainly looks like he needs help, as the drunk is shouting in a strange language and throwing his limbs around in all angles, knocking all sorts of equipment to the floor. You struggle to keep a retort to yourself, but as always, you think better of it and turn around. If he insists on pushing you away, you won’t stop him. You make your way back up to your bedroom, hand on your still pounding chest, taking slow, deep breaths to steady yourself. Maker, that felt like it could have been the end of the world. You were almost certain you would see that dark, ominous figure tearing apart your home. But…why? And for what reason would they do such a thing? They may not have even seen you. You roll your eyes at yourself for being so paranoid and anxious. It was just a close call. If they had followed you home, you are sure you would have known it by now.

When you return to your bedroom, you pull back the curtains and see the last moon of the night in the sky, the dwarf moon. It’s very early in the morning, or very late at night, and you could probably get a few more hours of sleep.

You should.

But before you do, you cannot help but look towards the forest, where you are painfully aware that a spaceship lies, somewhere far beyond the trees. Your eyes then stray to the east, and though you cannot see it from here, you visualise that small clearing nestled among the greenery, where another strange ship and an even stranger person are.

What are the odds, that not one, but two starships arrive on the same night? Here? The warnings from your Father ring in the back of your skull. It cannot be anything good, can it? You grab the edges of the curtains, ready to shut out the pale, low-light of the fourth moon and fall back into bed, but curiosity tugs at your heart. Your adventurous heart.

You hear your Mother’s voice cooing in the back of your head, those three words - the one, precious memory of her that you hold so dear.

You suddenly feel a sting of betrayal. How could your Father foster such an oppressive home life for you, when it seems as though your Mother wanted you to be the way that you are?

Instead you have been stuck here, and will be for the rest of your life. Any independence you have, you have had to fight for, struggle for. Having to sneak around when no one is looking to simply do what you want. Your eyes begin to tear up in frustration, and before you know it, you have grabbed the pouch from your desk and climbed out of the window. You are on your way back to the woods. 

You walk quietly on nimble feet. Last time was a close call, almost being seen by the stranger. You don’t want anyone - off-worlder or native - catching you running off into the woods alone at night. It could be dangerous, but also, if anyone tells your Father, you worry he’ll lock you up inside the surgery forever. Forced to change bandages and peel soap-nuts and all of the other tedious jobs you detest, for the rest of your sorry life. You groan – you’re doing it again. Worrying about what could happen if he finds out. You hate to even entertain the thought for a moment, because it is a hellish vision. And you are determined to never let that happen. Stars, you think, you would rather die than lose the freedom you find in sneaking out at night.

You roll your eyes at yourself. Is that dramatic? Maybe. But Maker, you want out of the cage he keeps you in, you need to be able to escape that house, that room on your own terms. And the only way you can do that, the only way to follow your own heart, trust your own mind - is to lie, to sneak out. And you will do whatever it takes to hold on to that sliver of freedom.

Kriff it, if you are reckless, or impulsive, or could get caught. You cannot live your life like this anymore. The stress of your train of thought has now made you more impatient to get back out there, into the woods. More than anything right now, your hands ache to sketch that spaceship. And if you can safely get a closer glimpse of them, the mysterious pilot, too. Later on today, you decide, you will also investigate the first ship, the one beyond the forest. Two ships. Shoving away your anxiety, you grin. Stars, this is all so exciting. You tap into that energy, that adventurous, curiosity that burns inside your chest.

You have had enough of gazing into the night sky, wishing you were free to do as you please. From now on, you are just going to do it. You promise yourself that you will make it work.

As you make your way into the Great Wood, softly stepping over thick roots and large, felled branches, you ponder your sudden volition. Nothing has really happened, has it? Has your Father said, or done anything specific to trigger your tipping point? Have you simply had enough, after all this time? Does it really matter? You feel a sense of relief. There is a comforting shift somewhere, like a weight on your shoulders has lessened. You cannot identify it, really. It could be the optimism, the choice to let the anxiety melt away. That you’re being true to yourself. Finally. After holding yourself together, doing what is expected of you, you’re taking your life into your own hands. And if it goes wrong...so what? You will figure it out. Cross that bridge when you come to it. You deserve to be able to make mistakes, accomplish your own goals, explore and investigate the world. Why can’t you draw spaceships and take walks in the woods when you please? You reach the rotten log, and lean into it to grab your sketchpad. You’ve brought with you a pouch of different pencils, some charcoal, even a -

It’s not there.

You can’t feel the sketchpad. Just as you vanquished it, it returns. That panic. You throw both of your hands into the log, groping all around it - where is it? It has to be here. Maybe in your haste to escape the strange figure you didn’t hide it properly. You frantically scan the ground with squinted eyes, the lack of light from the tiny moon hindering your search. You make your way towards the thick stump you usually sit at, and it is no where to be found. You groan, collapsing onto the stump and burying your face in your hands. If your Father has it, then you won’t ever get it back. You think of all the faces you’ve drawn from memory, the many races and species of peoples. The stories they told, hastily recounted into your messy script, your doodles of domestic animals from afar, the planets, the flowers, the…

You swear you can feel your heart break at the loss. You just sit there for a moment, processing what to do next, mind dizzy and numb. Then you hear leaves lightly crunch to your right and you slowly turn your head towards the clearing. In fretting over your lost sketchpad, you neglected to check if the ship or its pilot were anywhere nearby. Your anxiety spikes, but when you see no ship where it once was, you have a brief moment of relief. Then you remember that it can turn invisible. Another crunch. Your face darts towards the direction the sound comes from, but you see nothing. You shuffle yourself forward, perching on the edge of your tree stump seat, leaning towards the direction of the clearing. You force your eyes to adjust to the dark, wishing it was hours earlier, so the second moon’s light could help you see if you’re alone right now.

Another crunch. This time it’s closer. Behind you.

You shriek, jumping up and turning around to face the dark, robed figure from earlier. They stand on the other side of the thick tree stump, and ever so slowly begin to round it, heading towards you. Definitely heading towards you this time. You swallow a cry, and round the stump too, both of you walking ever so slowly around the remains of an ancient tree. The figure says nothing, and you can’t see their face, as it’s obscured by the darkness of the night and that large hood they wear over their head. Your breath hitches in your throat, your hands begin to shake.  Then they stop. So do you.

You lock your eyes on them, your pounding heart ricocheting in your ears. Beneath the wave of anxiety and shock, your mind reels - but your thoughts return to one specific wish.

You desperately want to see this persons face. Frightening as this moment is, this is the most intriguing visitor you’ve encountered yet. Also the most terrifying, and threatening…

Your predicament suddenly dawns on you. You are out in the woods alone, in the darkest part of the night, facing an off-world stranger, cloaked in black, who has an invisible ship. All of your Father’s warnings, the usual whispers in the back of your brain, become an over bearing choir - and Stars, what if he’s right, and was right all along? In a few hours, your family will realise that you are missing, will curse you for your idiocy when they never see you again, missing forever, like your Mother. Or they find your broken corpse, left to rot in the woods. Kriff them, either way they will twist your tale of recklessness into frightening warnings for Lia, for the new baby, damning them to the same fate as you.

You are so consumed with catastrophising, that you fail to notice the swift movement of the figure in front of you. They extend their arm in front of them, reaching out towards you. They are as cool as a dead star, and in comparison, you are as hot as a burning sun. You look at their hand, notice black gloves holding a book…your sketchpad.

You gasp slightly in awe, and reach out to take it back. The stranger's fingers are stern, but yield to you when you take hold of your book. You pull it tightly against your chest, your eyes locked on this curious person. There is a tense, momentary pause - during which, you itch to check the sketchpad. You are desperate to see if any of the pages have been changed, or are missing, if this stranger has messed with it in anyway. You want to see your precious collection of information, your prized possession, properly with your own eyes. But the figure still stands there, silent, imposing and alluring. And that thought comes back again, that desire - if only you could see their face.

At exactly that thought, they pull back their hood, revealing the face of the most strange and beautiful man you have ever seen in your life. You strain your eyes, you can’t see him properly, the faint light of the small moon just isn’t enough to fully illuminate him - but his eyes. His eyes are a rich, golden yellow, glowing faintly in the darkness, boring into your own. He says nothing, staring you down, and you cannot determine if he is expecting something of you. His gaze upon you ignites a hot blush into your cheeks, as you become conscious of the way you must look. Flustered, frizzy bed hair, a dress quickly thrown over your body, messy and frenzied in the dark. You wonder if you look frightening or simply like a moonstruck maniac. As you return his gaze, your eyes adjust slightly better to the darkness, and you see the ring of horns on his head, can make out the intricate black markings that paint his skin, his red skin. Is it really red? Is the darkness of the night tricking your eyes? You’ve seen Zabraks before, you’ve met a handful, as there are some that live in your town, and others have traveled through the Planet before. But you’ve never seen one like this. You soon find yourself becoming uncomfortable under his relentless glare, so you stutter a quiet, “thank you” for returning the sketchpad, then slowly back away into the night.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, just watches you as you fade into the darkness of the trees. When you can no longer see his glowing eyes, you autopilot and turn around to walk cautiously back to your home. Your mind is reeling, your heart beating so fast you feel giddy. What a strange man, and how exciting it will be to sketch him in your secret sketchpad… Stars. Your sketchpad.

You forgot to hide it back in the log, or somewhere else in the forest - somewhere further away from the new visitor. You were so distracted that you totally forgot, and the presence of the stranger has made you want to leave the woods. Your fingers tighten on your book. You just want to look in it, sketch in it. But how can you hang around in the woods any longer tonight, knowing he is there? But how can you bring it into your home? Oh Stars, you tell yourself, do not be so pathetic - you can do what you want. You make a conscious decision to refuse to let the creeping anxiety stop you. You will find somewhere to smuggle it in your bedroom later, you can make it work. You just want to look inside it. Desperately. You quicken your pace, racing back home to find some artificial light so you can go through it page by page, confirm that it isn’t damaged, that this odd Zabrak man hasn’t altered it in some way. You make it to the gate, up the tree, across the branch and into the window. You quickly change into your nightshift and shut the curtains, grabbing a small glowrod from your desk and then dive underneath your blankets. You turn it on, checking over the book, cover to cover…and you find nothing amiss. You allow yourself a moment of pure relief, basking in it, before the anxiety of having the secret sketchpad here makes your stomach flip. You pause, trying to take a step back from the worry that begins to mount into a sharp pressure in your chest. You quickly focus on the positives of these circumstances, to reassure away the worry. You have the sketchpad. You thought you lost it. That's a win, right? The weird man you met doesn't seem to like to talk, so he's unlikely to tell anyone about you. Which is a comfort, or it should be. You aren't sure. You sigh. If the sketchpad is here, you may as well make the most of it being here. Your hands still ache to sketch the ship, and now ache even more to sketch the Zabrak man, with his bizarre skin and vibrant eyes. You throw off the blanket and go to your desk to grab your pouch of…

You remember taking that pouch with you into the woods. And you must have dropped it there as it is now nowhere to be found. Maker, damn the entire Planet. You can’t even remember losing it. You recall the pencils you hurriedly shoved into your desk drawer earlier this evening, and as you go to fetch them, tiredness hits you like a slap in the face. You finally admit that there is no time to sketch tonight and that you must find a hiding place for your secret sketchpad. Your eyes pass over your wardrobe, and an idea strikes you. You open the doors, pulling out a drawer at the bottom where your under-garments are kept. You tuck the pad underneath the array of under-things, hoping that your family grant you the tiniest shred of respect and dignity by not going through this particular drawer when they not-so-secretly go through your belongings. They don’t even try and hide the fact that they rifle around in here when you’re downstairs running mundane errands for the surgery. You are suddenly too exhausted to be angry. You slip beneath the sheets of your bed and curl up, and your last thought before sleep sweeps you away, is whether or not the stranger will still be there tomorrow when you go back to fetch your pouch of pencils.

That night you dream of jars of honey, thick and sweet, the colour as golden as the eyes of a mysterious stranger, in a lush forest at the edge of the world.

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Menace Pt. 5

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssssss! I’m back with an update (finally)! I hope you all are well!! I miss you guys! I’m so excited and incredibly nervous for you all to read this since it’s been a minute! But anyways, I hope you all do enjoy! I love and appreciate you guys!!! Please don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary!!!! Enjoy!!!!

Lilah flew out of the portal like a bat out of hell nearly knocking Elaya over. Elaya caught her in her arms and held her steady. Her eyes widened at the sight of her. Lilah was beaten, bruised, and covered in some type of green substance. Her breathing was heavy and erratic and the words spewing out of her mouth didn’t make sense. With a sense of urgency, Lilah weakly wrapped her hands around Elaya’s forearms and held on tightly. Elaya could feel her fingernails digging into her flesh.

“M-Masego needs your help,” Lilah stuttered. “H-He sent that thing to help him. She’s going to kill him. She’s a beast that can’t be trusted,” Lilah informed.

“You’re not making any sense. Let me get you to the water! I can heal you there. Just hold on, Lilah you have to hold on!” Elaya shouted.

“There’s no time,” Lilah breathed, before falling limp in her arms.

“Fuck that. We’ll make time,” Elaya assured Lilah.

— (Back at Lilah’s Club)

With one swift, harsh strike Velvet’s claws impaled her opponent's skin tearing through it as if it was paper. Using her inhuman strength she pushed him with one hand and watched him fly across the room like a one-winged bird. She charged after him like like an animalistic stampede. With much relief, Masego quickly stood to his feet and tried to heal his wound as much as possible with the little magic he had left. He closed the portal the moment he realized that Lilah passed through it safely. He was magically weak and humanly injured but his job was far from finished. He needed to rescue what was left of Lilah’s coven and protect the last of the enchanted beings that were stuck in the madness of it all. He had to think of a plan and he had to think fast.

Velvet attacked the Diamond-fanged vampire with the force of a thousand suns meeting him strike for strike and blow for blow. Her skin and her garments were tainted with blood and her fangs were in full bloom. She tried everything in her power to defeat him but it seemed as if nothing worked. She felt herself growing more and more frustrated and of course, this amused him. With ease, the vampire caught Velvet’s punch in his hand and immediately pulled her towards him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked her head backward. He sniffed along her neck and smiled widely fully displaying his teeth. He chuckled along her pigment as his nose to trailed her skin. He watched the goosebumps form one by one as she struggled underneath him. The smell of fear oozing through Velvet’s pores was almost intoxicating. He wetted his lips with his tongue before puncturing her neck with his teeth. Velvet screamed in agony as she wrestled against him in hopes of breaking free.

As soon as Masego heard Velvet’s scream, he sprinted into action.

“Forgive me, elders,” he whispered, as he simultaneously grabbed the first random vampire he saw. Quickly, he placed both hands around the creature’s head and held on tightly. He looked into his eyes and cast a forbidden spell - the spell of Consumption. This was more dangerous than channeling another’s energy. Channeling required two witches to pull on each other’s strength until they created a joint power source of their own. But consumption required a witch to drain one’s life source until they temporarily became them. Even the strongest of witches failed to complete this spell without consequence. Masego hated that he had to perform a spell so dark but he was magically weak and could not generate his own power.

As he cast the spell, he felt his sense of self leaving him silently like a leaf floating in the wind. Soon, fangs were born out of his lips, his physique changed, and his eyes darkened with rage. He consumed everything until the vampire that stood in front of him was no more. He absorbed his strength, his agility, and most importantly his thirst for blood. And just like that, a new monster was created. Like a lion in the jungle, Masego was completely in his element killing every vampire in sight. Screams of anguish filled the vacant air like smoke.

——

The Diamond-fanged vampire ripped his teeth out of Velvet’s neck and smiled down at her with much satisfaction.

“I suppose you should know my name now that we’ve gotten to know each other more intimately. You can call me Airris,” he said arrogantly.

Before Airris could speak again, he was interrupted. Before his very eyes, he watched dead vampires fall from the balcony like shooting stars by the hand of one man. He squinted in confusion as he leaned forward desperately trying to get a better look at this audacious being. His eyes widened in astonishment. It was Masego. Velvet realized that Airris had become distracted and there was no better opportunity than now to try to break free from his grasp. With all her might, Velvet pushed Airris away as she palmed her bleeding neck. She watched him forcefully fly across the room until he slammed into the white wall behind him. Cracks formed throughout the wall like tree vines stretching far and wide until they reached the ceiling. Soon after, trickles of dust fell from above landing on Velvet’s skin like snow.

The floor rumbled underneath everyone’s feet like an earthquake. This quickly gained Masego’s attention. With ease, he killed the last vampire from Airris’ army and looked at the ceiling with concerned eyes. He realized that Lilah’s club was going to collapse any minute now. Instinctively, using his borrowed vampire abilities he quickly gathered the wounded and lead them out of the exits to safety. Quickly, he darted back inside to get Velvet. He dodged falling debris with finesse as he proceeded toward Velvet. When Masego finally, reached her, he shouted.

“Velvet, we gotta go! This thing is going to collapse!”

“Not yet!” Velvet shouted back as she jolted towards Airris. He was trapped under a large piece of rubble. Before Velvet, could take off, she felt Masego’s hand palm hers.

“We gotta go!” He repeated as he tugged her arm.

“Not yet,” she repeated but this time more stern.

Masego’s nostrils  flared as he spoke. His voice was filled with agagitation.

“You’re not thinking clearly! You’re going to get yourself killed!” He expressed anxiously.

“If you wanna go, then go!” Velvet yelled.

Still holding onto Velvet’s hand, Masego sighed.

“We’ll do it together,” he stated.

Velvet nodded. “Let’s go!” she answered.

“A lover’s quarrel over little old me?” Airris jested. “I should be honored,” he added as he finally broke free. Airris was beaten, bruised, and wounded but he still stood tall.

Instantly, Masego and Velvet sprinted into battle. Together, they gave everything that they had. Both of them struck Airris with deadly blows. The more Velvet fought the madder she became. She unleashed a rage that she didn’t know she had. Her eyes began to glow a bright white and her hair shifted from a deep rich black to a greyish white. Her claws grew longer and transformed into swords. Instinctively, Velvet stabbed Airris in the stomach with her left hand and then she stabbed him in the heart with her right. The moment Velvet struck Airris, his eyes grew wide and instantly filled with fear. He opened his mouth to speak but to his surprise, no words came out.

“Uh. Uh. Shut up nigga,” Masego said, before kicking Airris in the back of his legs forcing him to collapse to his knees. Masego squatted in front of Airris and aggressively grabbed his chin compelling him to look him in the eye. Within seconds, Airris's body fell limp and the life drained out of his eyes. Soon after, Velvet yanked her hands out of Airris’s corpse and watched her hands slowly return back to their normal form silently in confusion. A sense of relief washed over Masego as he stood to his feet towering over his defeated enemy but unfortunately, it did not last for long. The ceiling completely gave way falling into large pieces that quickly blocked both exits to the club.

“Shit!,” Masego muttered.

Naturally, Masego grabbed Velvet’s hand as his eyes searched for security. To his misfortune, he discovered that there was no way out. As soon as Masego quietly came to full terms with his fate, a portal flashed before him. He recognized the portal instantly, his coven came to save him.

“Thank God!” he said, before entering the portal with Velvet. —---

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Menace Pt. 3

Summary:  A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hey guysssss! I hope you’re doing well as always! I’m back with another update! I’m not gonna lie, it’s long - but it’s a fun read.. (I hope) ! Anyways let me stop rambling! I love you guys and I appreciate you all so much! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! Enjoy!!!

Once more, Masego flashed a roguish grin towards Velvet before parting ways with her. Before her very eyes, he disappeared into thin air. Unknowingly to Velvet, he was halfway around the world within seconds. Due to her unruly frenzy at his establishment, he had to make a personal visit and discuss business. But more importantly, he had to be the bearer of bad news first. He had to explain to Lilah that three of her most promising witches had been killed. Lilah was a rare breed literally and figuratively speaking. She had fae blood and witch blood flowing through her veins. She was one of the most enchanted beings that Masego had ever encountered. With a blink of an eye, he teleported into Lilah’s club. He was greeted with hundreds of sweaty bodies moving vigorously under flashing lights. Dancehall music filled his ears instantly and echoed throughout the building. His eyes darted upwards to the balcony where he spotted Lilah sitting like a queen. She was dressed in white and her body was covered in gold jewelry. Her white wings weren’t visible at the moment. That was a good thing. Masego ran his fingertips around the hem of his suit jacket and readjusted it casually. As he readjusted his jacket, the colors of his suit began to change colors. The blue hue of his suit shifted into a bright blood red as he journeyed towards Lilah’s throne. She always enjoyed him in red.

Treading lightly, he approached her with a charming smile resting on his lips.

“Lilah!” Masego said in a cheery tone with his hands outstretched towards her.

“Cut the shit,” Lilah, retorted as she causally put out her smoke. “You either have really bad news for me or either really good news. It better be the latter,” she added, as she pointed her index finger at him.

Masego nodded as if he was impressed and sat in the empty chair beside her. 

“I’m here to offer my sincerest condolences,” he answered earnestly, as he fixated his eyes on hers. 

“Condolences?” she repeated with furrowed brows. 

Masego watched Lilah uncross her legs and lean forward in her chair.

“Three of your witches are dead. They-”

Before Masego could finish his sentence. He felt blood dripping from his face. He gently touched the wound with his fingertips and stared at Lilah silently. His nose flared and his breathing became heavy. Lilah silently unveiled her wings and flapped them rapidly. They stretched far and wide and her feathers resembled the feathers of a dove. Her wings were every bit as vicious as she was. As Masego spoke, she commanded one of her feathers to detach. As the feather detached from her wing, it transformed into a substance that was sharper than glass. It slashed his face and he bled profusely. Believe it or not, this was her showing mercy. As pissed off as Masego was, he could understand her anger. Her witches were her creations. She instilled the very best of her into them. She took care of them like children.

“Explain,” she whispered.

Masego inhaled deeply, licked his lips, and nodded in compliance.

“They died at my club by the hands of a vampire,” he admitted.

Lilah froze and stared at Masego with such disdain. 

“You mean to tell me, you couldn’t handle one fucking vampire?” she questioned.

“She’s not your typical vampire. She’s..” Masego paused and looked around the room as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“She’s something I’ve never seen before,” he added.

Immediately Lilah charged at Masego and grabbed his hand. She focused intensely. She was searching his mind for the truth. Naturally, he resisted. Lilah tightened her grip on his hand and penetrated his thoughts further. Reluctantly, Masego let down his guard. He thought that was the least he could do. After Lilah witnessed the devastation that Velvet caused, tears welled in her eyes. She felt a lump in her throat that made it hard to swallow. Slowly, she released Masego’s palm and backed away from him.

“I can resurrect them,” Masego assured.

“How? The magic is dying,” Lilah retorted.

Masego stood to his feet and approached Lilah timidly. 

“Velvet is in debt to me and I’m in debt to you. The plan is still in the works. I will resurrect your people,” he answered. “We’re going to resurrect them all. Just like we planned to do,” he continued.

Lilah opened her mouth to speak but before she could utter a word, she heard gunshots and screams of terror echo throughout the club. Quickly, she ran towards the balcony and placed her hands on the railings. Her eyes searched incessantly for the culprit. She watched bodies collapse and dissipate before her very eyes. Her guardsmen and women fled to the scene. She watched them jump off the balcony using their various gifts to protect herself and others. Masego rushed to her side and pointed out the leader.

“There!” he yelled.

Lilah’s eyes locked in on the valiant stranger. He stood in the middle of the club surrounding himself in the heart of the chaos with a sinister smile resting on his lips. He inhaled deeply and relished in the bloodshed. It was almost as if he was drawing strength from it. His smile was wide - his fangs were dipped in diamonds and glimmered under the strobe lights. He licked his lips as if he was hungry and stared at Lilah tauntingly.

“Little witch! Come and play!” the man screamed before cocking his head to the right.

Within seconds, with one flap of Lilah’s wings, she killed 7 of his henchmen. She took off flying immediately after. She conjured the great light of the heavens and struck him with a fiery lightning bolt. Lilah watched the man teeter backward as she landed on her feet. Using her wings, her agility, and her magic she fought him with everything she had.

Before Masego could take a step to help. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Not so fast, Daddy-o,” the woman, whispered before stabbing her blade into his stomach. 

“Motherfu-” Masego said as he winced in pain.

Mercilessly, the woman pulled the blade from his flesh with a wicked-toothy grin. The blade was coated with his blood and with another substance. The substance appeared to be a poison. Most likely the cause of why all the mystical beings in Lilah’s club were dying left and right. Masego eyed the poison in confusion. It was lime green and sticky. He removed his hand from his wound and stared the woman in the eye with sheer rage. Masego assumed her to be an average vampire following her master’s instructions mindlessly. With hysterical laughter, the woman charged at him again. But to her surprise, she missed. She expected Masego to be powerless and weak - an easy kill if you will. He was everything but that. Masego appeared behind her and whispered in her ear.

“You’re probably wondering why the poison didn’t work. Aren’t you?” he quizzed.

With inhumane speed, the woman turned around and hissed in his face. Using his powers, Masego placed a spell on her physique that would freeze her in place. To his advantage, he froze her mid-strike. 

“I’ve had quite the day, as much as I would love to take my frustrations out on you. I don’t have time for that right now,” he spoke. 

Looking her in her helpless eyes, Masego placed his hand on her forehead and pressed against it. He pushed her down toward the floor until she physically shrunk into the size of an ant.  As she shrank the blade fell out of her hand. He conjured a mason jar and placed her in it. He set the jar on a random table and said.

“You’ll be answering to me later,”

Quickly, Masego grabbed the blade that fell to the floor and quietly chanted into it. Specifically, he casted a spell on the lime green poison. He wanted to strip the toxic matter of its potency. And he did. He was even able to reverse who would be affected by the toxin. Once the spell was complete, he waved his hand around so that all of the poison in the club would bend to his will. Now the toxin will only harm the vampires that intend to harm mystical beings.

Using his peripheral vision, he saw vampires storming toward him from the right and others from his left. He remained still. He dabbed all ten of his fingers into the toxin and flexed his fingers outward. Instantaneously, the substance flew from his fingers striking all of his opponents. They evaporated before him.

“Mhm, Nigga,” he responded, confidently. 

“M-Masego!” he heard Lilah cry from below. 

Masego noticed the ravenous vampire had his hands around Lilah’s throat. He was slowly choking the life out of her. Quickly, Masego fled to the scene. With one snap of his fingers, he appeared in front of the monstrous vampire. 

“Ohhh, you think little Slim Jim gon’ save you mama?” the man teased, before applying more pressure to her throat.

Lilah tried to claw her way out of his grasp. She scratched and slapped him repeatedly. Unfortunately, Masego did not reverse the poison in time. As Masego was battling above he didn’t realize that the vampire shoved the original toxin down Lilah’s throat. She was weak very weak. She was dying.

With outstretched hands, Masego used every ounce of his abilities. He forcefully opened the vampire’s mouth and pulled the very breath out of him. The vampire released Lilah from his clutches as he stumbled backward gasping for running breath. Lilah fell to her knees and placed her hand on her neck as she panted repeatedly. Masego magically gathered all the poison that was in the club and threw it on the vampire. He watched the vampire’s skin shrivel and burn - but strangely it did not kill him.

“What the fuck!” Masego screamed in frustration.

“The-the poison doesn’t work on him. He-He’s like her,” Lilah screamed with what was left of her voice.

Masego’s eyes widened with fear. He realized that he was no match for him. No enchanted being was. They needed her. They needed Velvet.

“Fuck!” Masego screamed again, feeling himself grow tired.

Pulling on the strength of the moon, Masego summoned Velvet as he continued to defend himself. His face beaded with sweat and his breath became heavy. As he did this, he opened another portal that sucked Lilah into it. He sent her to safety. Within minutes, that felt like hours, Velvet walked through the portal. As soon as she walked through the portal, Masego collapsed. He expelled so much magic. The vampire caught his breath and wiped the toxin off of his face and arms as if he was disgusted.

“What is going on?” Velvet quizzed, completely confused by the chaos.

“What it look like?!” Masego responded, sarcastically. Clearly stressed.

Velvet looked around at all of the destruction before her eyes landed on the author of it all.

“Well, well, well, it looks like the fun is just beginning,” the man spoke.

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Silk Dreams: Genesis

Summary: The creation of Masego...

General Summary: Charisma finally makes her decision.

Author’s Note: Hi guysssss! I hope you all are well! I know its been forever and a day since I’ve updated this story! Thank you all for being patient with me! I highly suggest re-reading chapter one and chapter two to jog your memory! I’m a little nervous about this update since its been some time...hopefully you all will enjoy it! I love you guyssss and please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary!! Enjoy!!!

All her life she dreamed of being over there. Residing in the greenest valley sitting on the tallest tree reigning over her queendom. She imagined herself to be the sun amongst the stars or maybe the constellations stretching throughout the universe and time. But each lover that approached her in past lifetimes made her feel everything but worthy. As time aged, she felt herself fall from the heavens and shrink. Now mortal and small, she feels like a prophecy unfulfilled. Like the warmth inside her womb has gone cold.

“I have a genuine interest in you, Velvet,” he continued.

It was the sincerity in his eyes, the buttery sound from his lips that made her think maybe there it was. Maybe he was the anointed one. The flicker she needed to be set ablaze. Without thought but with so much feeling, she fell into his arms. 

And he wore her on his arm like a treasure and introduced her to so many things. And in return, she gifted him with kindness and the holiest affirmations. She fed him and he fueled her. It seemed as if everything fell into balance until he found himself at the edge of her cliff. If he fell into her, if he fell in love with her, he knew he would be stripped naked from his power and will. He couldn’t do that again - he couldn’t be that weak again. So, he took two steps backward. Then, two more. But, unknowingly to him, he chose a determined lover. She weighed on him gradually like rain, slowly seeping into him until he was dampened with her love. She stripped him of his armor bit by bit and he fell. He crashed into her like a summer’s rain - utterly, engulfed, allured, and enchanted. He felt blinded and somewhat afraid. It was so confusing for him to be unhappy in such a blissful thing but his paranoia would not let him rest.

What if she falls out of love with him? What if she chooses fame instead of him? What if she changes? Those what-ifs plagued his mind so heavily until he ran. He transformed himself in the darkest of shadows and found comfort in a newly discovered facade. He was colder, less vibrant, and distant. She wondered what did she do to cause this sudden change. Were her kisses not sweet enough? Was her touch not tender enough? Was she just not enough? But, again, he chose a determined lover. 

“Let me make it right,” he whispered itching to touch her again.

“I’m not going anywhere until you’ll promise me that you won’t leave,” he responded, as he casually backed into the door to lean on it.

Maybe it was the sincerity in his eyes or the buttery sound that floated from his lips that made her decide to stay.

“I-I’ll stay,” she breathed.

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Menace

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I hope you all are well as always! I’m back with something new! I’m excited and nervous! I sorta kinda played around with the tag list! I wasn’t quite sure who to tag since this is a new vibe! But anyways let me stop rambling! I hope that you guys will enjoy this new story! It was so much fun to write! I love you guyssss so much and please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary!!!!

Thunder crackling throughout the skies, lightning illuminating the earth, levitating clouds now hanging lowly, and the moon was in full bloom. On a night like this, there was no telling what she was going to get into. Her wicked teeth protruded from her mouth, the night pulsated through her veins, and her heartbeat grew more rapidly with each minute. The world was her oyster and she was ready to feast. Within seconds, she was freefalling from the highest building in the city completely reveling in the thrill of it all. Her black leather coat flailing in the wind, the chill of the night pressing against her skin, and the sound of the busy streets gradually becoming louder. She never felt more alive. Using her heightened agility, with an evergrowing grin, she flipped her body closer to the side of the building using her claws to slow her speed as she approached the sidewalk. Now landing feet first, she brushed her hair out of her face, regained her composure, and stood upright. She journeyed deeper into the night, bumping and shoving into unfamiliar faces until she arrived at her destination. 

“The half-lit neon-colored sign just didn’t do the club justice,” she thought to herself.

You could feel the club roaring and raging just from standing outside the door. The cadence just pulling you in as if it’s promising you something - the mystery…the adventure. 

“Why the fuck not?” she thought.

She pressed her palm against the door and found herself standing in front of brawned gentlemen causally guarding the entrance.

“Password?” he questioned, with furrowed brows. 

Amused, she quietly chuckled to herself. Gradually she approached the bodyguard and stood before him boldly. She pulled her right hand out of the pocket of her coat and flexed her pointer finger. She ran her finger along his jawline menacingly. As her finger traveled his jawline, it shifted into something more animalistic.

“Will an exception be made tonight?” she questioned, silently studying his eyes.

He swallowed hard before answering. “Yes ma’am, enjoy,” he breathed.

“Thank you,” she replied, with much satisfaction. 

Sashaying herself into the ambiance of it all, her face lit up like a child with excitement. Her eyes silently dancing around the crowded room. It was filled with drunken laughter, lust-driven bodies, blinding strobe lights, and loud music. 

“Beautiful,” she breathed. 

Roaming deeper into the crowd like a moth to a flame, she followed the sweetest aroma. It penetrated the air deeply. Whoever it was, she had to have them. Her throat was aching with need and her belly was burdened with hunger.

“I’m going to find you,” she whispered.

She voyaged through the sea of bodies with ease, quietly hunting her prey. With each step that she took, the scent grew stronger. She could almost taste it on her tongue.

Ah, there it was. That sweet, rich aroma standing right in front of her. He was sipping on his elevation of choice in the shadowy corners of the club. He was pretty - eye candy if you will. His white teeth were dressed in diamonds, his locks were well maintained, and he was such a beautiful buttery brown. 

With slow movements, she approached him with flirtatious eyes. She was luring him in and needless to say, it was working. Now face to face with him, she placed her right hand on her hip as she looked him up and down. 

“What you sipping on?” she quizzed.

“Why? You want some?” he chuckled, as his eyes traveled her physique.

“Matter of fact, I do,” she replied, before snatching his drink out of his hand.

“I’d rather be sipping on you,” he responded, as he inched closer to her.

“The irony,” she thought.

“Is that so?” she asked, with a raised brow.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, fearlessly.

“Hmph,” she hummed as if she was impressed.

She sniffed his drink and then tossed it to the side.

“Aye shawt-” the man yelled.

“Yeah, Yeah. That’s right, I love a screamer. It makes the blood taste better,” she whispered, in his ear as she palmed the back of his neck. 

Before the gentleman could speak again, her fangs were already in too deep. His warm blood gilding down her throat like silk. She moaned against his skin as she savagely drained him dry. Within seconds, he became lifeless and collapsed before her. Blood was dripping from her lips to her chin, and down her neck, and yet she was still insatiable. Instantly and carelessly, she was rampaging through the crowd like a beast devouring everything in sight until she felt a pain she never felt before. She shrieked in agony and placed her hands on her head. She stumbled backward and tripped over a dead body. Now on the floor and helpless, she searched for the source of her torment.

Suddenly, a tall man appeared before her dressed in a dapper blue suit. He crouched down in front of her and casually rested his forearms on his knees. 

“Friend or foe?” he questioned, with a cunning smile resting on his lips.

Still in excruciating pain, she was unable to speak. 

Now rising to his feet, the stranger slid his hands into his pockets and spoke again. 

“You sneak into my club. You threaten my bodyguards. You’re killing my customers. You can see how I can take that as offense right? So, I must know, friend or foe?” 

He snapped his fingers and suddenly the pain was gone.

“I prefer menace,” she answered with a heavy breath.

“Hm,” he paused. “Menace? I could use one of those,” he answered, with much delight. And with the second snap of his finger, she was knocked unconscious. 

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Menace 4.2

Summary:  A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! Here’s part 2 of chapter 4! I hope you all enjoy it! Please don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! I love you guys and enjoy!!!

*Continued Flashback*

The next day Masego awakened in a pool of cool water. He sat up immediately and looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. It looked as if he was in the middle of nowhere. There was absolutely nothing around him but trees, bushes, and open air. As soon as he started to stand to his feet, he saw a woman run from behind the bushes. She outstretched her hand towards him with a look of concern resting on her face. 

“No! Don’t move! You’ll break the healing process!” She warned. 

Masego looked at the woman with a confused look on his face. His eyes glossed over her small anatomy and landed on her soft facial features. Her eyes were kind and warm. She approached him timidly with a trusting smile residing on her lips. 

“Healing process?” He repeated. “Where am I?” He added.

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel that? You lost a lot of magic. I found you in a cemetery after the black moon passed. I brought you here to heal you and to try to salvage what was left. My name is Elaya,” she answered, honestly. 

“Masego,” he responded, as he cautiously laid back down. “And thank you,” he breathed. 

With a smile, Elaya nodded and sat beside him. 

 “How did you find me? How did you escape the curse? I saw people dying in the streets. It was an attack on our kind-”

“Not just ours,” she interjected. “This happened all around the world. Every person that harbors even the smallest bit of magic is dead. Fairies, witches, creatures of the sea, and everything in between. Only beasts and humans walk the earth now. There are only a few of us left,” she continued. 

“How do you know?” Masego responded in disbelief. 

“I‘m a witch just like you. I can feel the difference. It’s in the very air, the roots of the earth, and the tides of the sea. The magic is like a flickering flame now,” she answered, as she waved her hands back and forth on top of the water. Masego watched the water glow and bend to her will. The sensations of the small waves soothed his body but not his mind. 

“How did you escape it?” He questioned. 

“I’m not sure honestly. I saw the black letters form on my skin and disappear repeatedly. I think my gifts shielded me long enough until the curse passed over. I’m a healer,” Elaya replied, now resting her busy hands in her lap. “I’m finished. You can get up now if you wish,” she added.

With slow movements, Masego sat forward. With the help of Elaya, he stood to his feet. 

“How are you feeling?” she questioned.

Masego tilted his head back, licked his lips, and fixated on the clear blue sky above him. His eyes danced over the sky as if he was in search of something. He replayed that night over in his mind. He thought about all of the things he could’ve done differently if only he was prepared.

“Angry,” he confessed, before returning his gaze back to Elaya.

“I know,” Elaya responded, with tears welling in her eyes. “I am too,” she whispered.

Masego’s anger boiled inside of him like lava. His coven was dismantled, his powers were weakened and his community was destroyed. Whoever did this deserved more than just simple revenge - he wanted their blood and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he drowned it. 

“C’mon, we have work to do,” he instructed, politely as he placed his hand on top of Elaya’s shoulder.

“Work?” Elaya quizzed.

“I’m going to restore the magic and kill whoever is responsible for this,” he answered simply. “And I’m going to need your help,” he continued, with a half smile.

The determined look in his eye was brighter than any starry night. 

“You really think it’s possible? With just the two of us?” she questioned, feeling unsure.

“I do,” Masego paused. “There’s more of us out there. You said it yourself. We just have to find them,” he added. “Elaya will you help me? Please? ” he questioned, as he stared into her eyes. 

A brief silence fell between them both. Quietly, Elaya’s mind drifted back to that night like a boat on a slow tide. She folded her arms against her chest and closed her eyes. She never felt fear the way she did that night and she never wanted to feel that way again. It was clear to her that her people were being hunted and these weren’t the times to be alone. She needed Masego as much as he needed her.

“Yes,” she whispered, before opening her eyes again.

An ever-growing grin appeared on Masego’s face. And just like that, their search began.

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*Present*

Determined and fueled by his anger, Masego searched relentlessly for others like him. Years turned into decades and decades into centuries. Luckily he stumbled on a few gifted supernaturals along the way. Underground connections were made, allies were formed, and friendships were created. Slowly, he rebuilt. Everything was going to plan until Velvet arrived. Ever since then, there has been nothing but madness.

“If you want your debt repaid, kill him!” Masego yelled, with a heavy breath.

Velvet looked at Masego and then back at the vampire that stood before her. She realized that she had two choices - kill the vampire or kill the witch that intended to imprison her. Both choices would grant her freedom but at what price? The clock was ticking and she needed to make a decision fast. 

“Velvet!” Masego called out once more.

Laughter rumbled from the monstrous vampire’s lips as he approached Velvet and Masego gradually. With one flick of Velvet’s fingers, her claws appeared. She flicked her tongue over her sharp teeth and made her decision. A corrupt smile formed on her lips before she took her first strike. 

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A Love, You Can Only Dream Of...

Summary: Tanerélle dreams of a world where only her and her lover exist.

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I hope you are doing well as always! I’m here with something new! I’m a little nervous about it. I’m not gonna lie! But I do hope you guys like it! Pleaseeeee let me know what you think cause you know I live for the commentary! I love you guys so much! Enjoy!!!

Bouncing, gliding - riding his shit as if she had something to prove. Commanding her steed elegantly, gracefully fixating on nothing but her own pleasure. She looked at her vessel of the night staring him dead in his eyes picturing the love of her life. He was this intangible fantasy conjured in her mind. He was a living reoccurring dream and an unexplainable heartache. He loved her. He saw her. He wanted her. And with each thought, she grew wetter. Leaking on his manhood, muttering stuttered praises to the ceiling as if it were the heavens. Throwing her head back she closed her eyes and placed her palm on his chest and the other on the headboard. Swirling on him, drowning him in whirlpools, currents, and typhoons she moved vigorously aiming to reach her peak. Her breasts jumping, her spine curved, and body dewed with sweat she was a sight to see. She hummed in different languages painting the walls with her desperate tongue as her mind traveled further into a melancholy-like bliss. Her orbs glossed over with visions of honeyed kisses, slow dances, and a love that was unconditional. A love ordained by entities, galaxies, and everything in between. A love that rocked her soul and grounded her to something deeper. A love that was sweeter than handwritten poetry and brighter than a thousand suns. The lust, the longing welled in her eyes and melted down her cheeks like diamond glaciers. Her mind was bewildered and her body possessed she gave him all of her. 

Her hips now unsteady as she felt that familiar feeling build between her thighs and radiate throughout her being. It was like she could see him as clear as day staring in her eyes with the kindest smile. And if she listened closely, she swore she could hear his voice tenderly whispering adorations along her cheek. Elated and lost in her reverie a smile crept across her quivering lips as her orgasm washed over her. It was like she was floating along the deep blue seas staring at the night sky on a cloudless night. But to her misfortune, this joy was not everlasting but simply a fleeting moment. And just like that, she opened her eyes and was transported back into her actuality - her loneliness. She stared her innocent victim in his eyes somewhat still searching for her lover. She ran her hands across his damp flesh grievously before removing her body from his. She grabbed the cool pillow that rested beside her and wrapped her body around it as if held comfort. And in a way, it did. She closed her eyes quietly welcoming sleep. And when she closed her eyes, she dreamed of love that would make the angels cry.

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Silk Dreams: Reverie

Summary: The Creation of Masego ...

Author’s Note: Hey guyssss! I hope you are doing well as always! I’m back with some more Masego goodness! I’m pretty nervous for you guys to read this! Just know I’m internally freaking out! But you guys are in for quite the ride! I hope you all enjoy!!! And please leave a comment for ya girl! I live for the commentary! I love you guys!!!

He was her dream state and she was his manifestation. They were like crimson jewels rocking together harmonically on the dance floor recklessly blinding others with their twilight rays. The dancing lights fell on her skin like a soft rain coloring her vibrantly. She chewed on her bottom lip as she slowed the sway of her hips against his pelvis. Soon after, she cupped his face and spoke to him lightly. She whispered riddles unknown against his cheek and into his ear as she effortlessly webbed her trap. She allured him into realms of lust - to a darkness that was knowingly forbidden. But somehow he fell deeper into her abyss. And with a blink of an eye, they transported to his hotel room.

He ran his fingertips against her collarbone boldly studying its anatomy. The touch of her velvet-like skin drove him into a hungry frenzy. He wanted to give it all to her. And as the moon’s light crept in the room like a thief, he did. He pealed her dress off her shoulders as he kissed every inch of her. His repressed frustrations filled her deeply unapologetically rearranging her feminine physique.

The next thing he knew, their late-night shifted into a rueful early morning. At that moment, he realized she was his nightmare and he was her opportunity.

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(Their Awaiting Future...)

“I love you!” he spat breathlessly.

“You don’t love me! You don’t love me! You don’t love me!” she yelled repeatedly at the top of her lungs with her hands resting on her cheeks.

He paused and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. His breathing was erratic uneven in its own rhythms. He sprinted towards her and placed his hands on top of hers.

“No, I do! I do!” he pleaded as he looked her in the eye. 

“Masego, I’m telling you,” she paused. “You don’t love me,” she replied as she brushed his hands off of hers gently.

He quickly licked his lips tasting his own bitter desperation before he spoke again.

“Why do you keep saying that when I’m telling you that I do!” he questioned as his nostrils flared in frustration.

“Because you’ve always been scared to. I couldn’t see it before but I see it now,” she answered softly. 

Before Masego could answer, he heard three knocks on the door. He placed his hand over his lips slowly wiping his mouth. He stared at her silently as if he was confused. Then, he heard another two knocks.

“Wait a minute man!” he screamed. 

“You have five minutes until show! What are you doing?” his manager screamed through the door.

Charisma stood to her feet abruptly pacing back and forth. Immediately, she grabbed her beige-colored bookbag and placed it around her shoulder. She walked toward the door and stumbled as Masego jumped in front of her. Charisma’s eyes watered as she stared into his eyes. She gripped the strap to her book bag a little tighter as she tried to gain her composure.

“Let me make it right,” he whispered itching to touch her again.

“Sego! You have three minutes!” Chris, his manager cried out again.

“I’m gonna make it right! Just please don’t go,” he said. 

“You have to go out there,” Charisma breathed.

“I’m not going anywhere until you’ll promise me that you won’t leave,” he responded as he casually backed into the door to lean on it.

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He had such a beautiful smile but yet he was unkind. A radiant misleading attraction dressed in his “silk.” Smooth in his talking and even smoother in his walking. His heart dangled on his sleeve for so long - too long until he finally removed it. He dipped it in lava and watched it turn into stone with a solemn look on his face. His insecurities wrapped around him like weeds but to the untrained eye, he seemed confident almost cocky. And boy, was her eye untrained. She fell in love with his intensity, his charm, and his wit. But she was unaware that she truly fell in love with his facade. She inhaled his toxic high as he unknowingly lit the flame. 

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Menace Pt. 2

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss!! I hope you are all doing well!!! I’m back w/ an update!! I hope you all enjoy this new chapter! I love you guys so much! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary! Enjoy Enjoy!!!!

The sound of smooth jazz playing lowly in the background awakened Velvet from her coma-like state. The smell of fragrant candles and incense burning filled her nose. Her eyes fluttered repeatedly in confusion as she sat upright slowly. She noticed a barefoot woman resting casually on a plush couch before her. She wagged her foot in unison with the music ever so often as she calmly flipped through a magazine. She hummed lightly and harmoniously with the soft melodies. As Velvet gradually came to, she noticed that the woman was surrounded by so much beauty. There was tasteful art hanging from white walls, flourishing green plants, and souvenirs from world travels. Her eyes trailed the room further. It looked as if she was in this woman’s bedroom. She had the doors open to her balcony and the view was incredible.

“Welcome back to the living. Well…you know what I mean,” the woman answered, sarcastically before placing her magazine on the table beside her. She uncrossed her legs, stretched her spine, and sat forward. 

“Where am I? Who are you?” Velvet questioned boldly.

“You can call me Elaya,” she answered, politely.  “And what shall I call you?” Elaya continued, now standing to her feet.

Velvet remained quiet.

Elaya approached her leisurely with a small smile resting on her lips. She smelled delicious - almost savory. Before she knew it, she jolted upward ready to attack, her hunger had completely taken over. But to her surprise, she collapsed backward falling back into her seat. She was weak. She’s never felt weak before. Her head was spinning and pounding relentlessly. Her throat was on fire and she felt herself growing desperate. 

“What’s wrong with me? What have you done to me? I just fed, why am I so hungry?” Velvet yelled, as she placed her hand on her throat.

“I didn’t do this to you, he did,” she replied. “And you’ve made him angry,” Elaya continued. 

With slow movements, Elaya approached Velvet and sat beside her. Tenderly, she caressed her cheek as she gazed into her eyes. “Very angry,” she added.

Fear. What an uncommon emotion for Velvet to experience. It's been hundreds of decades since she’s felt such a thing. She almost forgot what it felt like - that heavy thud in your chest, the rapid breathing, and the overall feeling of uncertainty. 

“Maybe this was her end,” she thought.

“The man in the blue suit, right?” Velvet questioned.

“Yes,” Elaya answered, before removing her hand from Velvet’s face. 

It was all coming back to her now. The last thing she remembered was an unbearable pain coursing through her body and the face of a handsome devil dressed in blue. It goes without saying, that she picked the wrong club tonight and she was paying the price.

“He would like to talk to you,” Elaya continued.

“Where is he?” Velvet questioned.

“He’s through there,” Elaya pointed.

Using all of her strength, Velvet stood to her feet. She followed Elaya’s finger and stumbled out of her room.

“It was nice meeting you,” Elaya smiled, as she watched Velvet leave.

As soon as Velvet passed the threshold of Elaya’s bedroom doorway, she saw a floating white mist in front of her that resembled a cloud. As she continued forward she heard the sound of rain? Or maybe the sound of a large waterfall? She wasn’t sure. With much hesitation, she placed her hand through the cloud. Within seconds, she felt her hand become drenched with a cold liquid. Immediately, she snatched her hand back and examined it. It was just water she discovered. She exhaled a sigh of relief. 

“Just water,” she whispered. 

She inhaled deeply gathering what was left of her composure before deciding to venture into the unknown. Step by step and bit by bit she pressed forward until she passed through the threshold. The cold waterfall showered her completely. When she reached the other side of the threshold she saw the man in the blue suit again.  

He was sitting comfortably in an empty jazz bar enjoying the melodic tunes from a live band. His feet were propped on the table and his back was reclined. He seemed the opposite of angry. Tranquil even. He tapped his index finger on the table to the beat of the music as he swayed his head to the rhythm. As Velvet journeyed toward him, completely soaking wet, she thought of many things. She thought about how she wanted to drain him dry or how she wanted to rip him into a million little pieces. How dare he make her a prisoner? How dare he harm her? She was nothing to be trifled with…and apparently, neither was he.

Breathless, she plopped her body down in the seat in front of him. 

“What have you done to me?” she questioned, staring him deeply in the eyes. She studied his features and memorized his smell. His skin was a golden brown and seemingly blemish-free. He smelled naturally sweet kind of like honey. His lips were plump, his eyes were dark brown, and his hair twisted. He was very tall with a slim frame and his body was decorated in the finest linens and jewelry the world could offer.

In return, unknowingly to her, he studied her too. 

“Her skin was rich, such a beautiful umber hue,” he thought.

Her features were soft and becoming. It was something about her eyes that intrigued him so. It was easy to get lost in them. On a different occasion, he would’ve wined and dined her. A charming smile formed on his lips as he removed his feet from the table. He shifted from his reclined state and leaned forward.

“I could honestly ask you the same question. You’ve made quite the mess at my establishment,” he responded.

“And an apology isn’t gonna cut it I’m guessing,” Velvet retorted.

“It appears so. I did my research on you, Velvet. You’re one of the strong ones and quite the menace. If I may add,” he teased. 

“I didn’t tell you my name,” she responded. “What are you?” she questioned with wide eyes.

“A mortal with magic running through my veins. I think the latest terminology for us is a witch,” he answered, smiling even wider now.

Velvet leaned back in her chair and shook her head as if she was disappointed. She had always been warned about witches, sorcerers, and everything in between. In all her years, she’s never had an encounter with one until now.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“You’ve killed some very important clients of mine so that makes you in debt to me. Rectify your wrong and you’ll be free,” He answered in a cavalier tone.

“And if I don’t comply?” Velvet quizzed.

“Me and you already know the answer to that,” he replied.

Velvet closed her eyes for a brief moment before answering.

“I’ll do it,” she responded reluctantly.

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, before standing to his feet. “I’m sure you’re feeling tired and hungry and all of that. Let me fix that,” he continued. 

Velvet watched the man roll up his suit sleeve to better expose his wrist. He placed his wrist over an empty martini glass and asked for her hand.

“My blood should restore all of your abilities instantaneously. Go ahead, do your thing. I can take it,” he answered with an evergrowing grin.

With an unsteady feeble hand, she placed her pointer finger over his wrist. Using what was left of her strength, she transformed her index finger into a claw and cut his wrist. The man quietly winced in pain. He placed his wrist on top of the glass until his blood filled it completely.

“There you go. Drink up,” he said, as he removed his hand from the glass.

Timidly, Velvet placed the rim of the glass to her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed the blood to glide down her throat. In seconds, she felt her powers restoring and her hunger quenching.

“What do I call you?” she questioned.

“Masego. It means blessing,”  he answered.

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Night Fire ...

Summary: Two lovers make extraordinary music together.

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m here with a short one-shot for you guys! This one-shot was inspired by @errin261​ 's playlist titled “Sultry Vibezz”! I discovered the song “Night Fire” by James Tillman and fell in love with it! This is pure fiction with nameless “original” characters! I hope you guys enjoy!!!!! I love you guys so much and please leave a comment for ya girl!!!!

Her hips swiveled on his lips to a beat only she could hear with her feet resting on stilts planted firmly on the mattress. His umber hands wrapped around her thick thighs as the craving in his eyes amplified. A whimpered gasp left her parted lips as she felt his grip tighten around her thighs and his lips sucking on her delicate flower. Her back curved inward formulating a deep arch as she began to thrust her hips on his face. He sucked and slurped on her hardening clit enjoying its sweet pulsating cadence on his tongue. 

She tasted purified, holy, elevated, and of course heavenly. Her body swayed like a snake as she felt her pleasure rising higher like ashes. Her hands traveled to her exposed breasts slowly gripping them. Curses left her lips and painted the walls around her as she felt his tongue circling her bud as if it was Saturn. She was such a site to see a goddess in her own right with her hair mimicking clouds and her skin reflecting the nighttime sky. Ravishing. 

The slurping - the gushing of her waterfall was something like a symphony. It was beyond melodic filling his ears like a whispered singing. His hand traveled to the globes of her ass palming it as if his name was tattooed there. His slick tongue traveled into her sleek essence tongue fucking her deeply as if he was trying to taste her mind. She placed her hands on the headboard to gain stability. 

The rocking - the knocking of the headboard was the bass of their unique song. The sweat that trickled from her neck to her navel twinkled like stars as she bucked her pelvis into him wildly. She jerked violently as her peak washed over like a raging tsunami and glided down his beard gracefully. Smiling, she bit her lip as she caught her breath. She leaned into her lover now chest to chest with him. She cupped his face before kissing his molasses coated lips. He wrapped his arms around her dewy back as the kiss intensified. 

“Mmm” vibrated through her throat as their tongues intertwined in harmony. The kiss was candied, sweet, and full of delight. Parting her lips from his, she slithered down his chest scattering kisses down his frame. Never breaking eye contact with him, her hands wrapped around his manhood gently. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick as her hands glided up towards his rising and falling chest. Her tongue slid up and down his length before she took him into her mouth. Sugared profanities mixed with words of encouragement escaped through his vocal cords musically. 

“My flame, my flower …” he breathed in foreign tongues as her pace quickened. Her vibrato against him sent him into dimensions and across galaxies. His breathing grew heavier as her saliva christened his throbbing member. Her gags were immaculate tastefully disgusting echoing throughout the bedroom. Enchanting. 

His warmness slid down her throat and dripped down her chin like raindrops. She wiped her mouth before smiling smugly. He sat up quickly, grabbed her chin, and pulled her body towards his. He flipped her like a coin towering over her like the Eiffel slowly rubbing his ego along her rose petal. Staring into her deep brown eyes intensely, he spoke lowly to her.

“You are a work of art,” he said before entering her garden.

His thrusts were dangerous, harsh, and calculated. Her moans transformed into belting screams as he continued to punish and please her. Nothing ignited him more than her … his night fire. And nothing delighted her more than him … her flaming moon.

The night was unending just beginning to bloom and the music they made together was greater than any orchestra.

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