HER ALTER EGO
By
T. S. Presley
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Her Alter Ego
Copyright © 2011 by T. S. Presley
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Two years and counting, Alexis had been doing well, with the exception of constantly struggling to beat down that alter ego that wanted to raise so much. As long as she stayed focused, everything would fall into place at so she presumed.
Today she dressed in a black denim skirt that had a lace paneling in front, a deep purple and black light weight blouse, fishnet stocking to keep her legs warm and a pair of knee high boots. As usual her hair was pulled into a ponytail, braided and tucked into the rubber band that held her hair in place.
She worked at a mom and pop café. It was small but quaint. The majority of folks that frequented the shop were regulars who she had gotten to know over the short period of time. Alexis had been in this location a little under six months. Believing wholehearted that if she could only shucked what was coming she would be fine.
“Good Morning Alexis.” Mr. Jones said to her jerking her back to reality.
“Good Morning Mr. Jones. How is the family today?” Alexis greeted him with a smile while fixing her usual caramel latte.
“Everyone is good. How is school going?” He asked while searching the newspaper in his grasp.
“I didn’t take any classes this semester.” She informed him diligently.
“That’s a shame. You do so well.” Mr. Jones added.
“That’s all right sometimes you need a break. Here you go.”
Alexis handed him the Gande cup of Joe. Mr. Jones raised the cup up in a toasting manner before giving a wink and smile and gulping the liquid substance.
“Hit the spot.” Mr. Jones said as he was leaving.
Alexis wiped off the counter and looked up. She saw him, Bishop Lucas, standing across the street. Panic surged through her veins. Her knees buckled. She closed her eyes, counted to ten and opened them, he was gone. That only told her she had a few days before he would be here, or least so she thought.
Bishop had been watching her for the last few weeks. She seemed so comfortable working in the shop. It was time she let go of the past and relinquished her alter ego. It was law. He hated making her do this but he had no other choice. He told her he would give her a year before he came after her; instead he gave her two. He watched her from a distance making sure that she never saw him until today.
Bishop stood all of 5’10, solid muscles that reflected his everyday calisthenics. His head completely shaved bald. His massive hands could inflict some damage if they wanted to. Accepting his alter ego made him the perfect mate for Alexis however one look from her and he had simply melted, if that what you wanted to call it.
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Bishop and Alexis met in college for the first time. She was dating one of his friends, Jason, who had no inkling as to how to deal with her. She wasn’t the typical type of female Jason would go for but something had attracted him to her. Jason figured he’d slip her a mickie and that would loosen her up. Boy was he wrong. She asked to lie down because her head was spinning. He led her to a private room and closed the door behind the both of them. Next thing he knew she is kissing him, pinning him up against the wall. Her alter ego taking control, wanting every bit of her desired quenched. Jason attempted to push her off of him. She became forceful, almost erratic with crazed intention of getting laid. She was tearing at his clothing. Bishop had been looking for them because he was ready to go. He had already had his first experience with his alter ego with a smooth transition, but the girl he seemed to have lost interest and left him for another. He heard the shouts from the door as he was coming up the stairs.
“Someone get this crazy bitch off of me.” Jason shouted.
Taking the steps two by two and busting down the door to see Alexis straddling Jason clawing at his skin, needing that release. He tackled Alexis to the floor, pinning her. Bishop stared at Jason.
“What the fuck man, what did you give her?” Bishop shouted after him while she growled with hysterics.
“I just slipped her a mickie, figured she would relax a bit.” Jason said scrambling to his knees to as far away as possible.
“I know you had more common sense that than. What fuck man!” Bishop shouted,
By then a crowd began to surface. “Shut the fucking door, Jason.”
Jason was pissed how could his friend treat him like he was stupid. How was he supposed to know that she had an alter ego? She didn’t display the normal tendencies most women of her kind, granted there weren’t that many of them. Bishop pinned both of her hands above her head. He stared deeply into her eyes as desire and wonton coursed through her veins. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Alexis, listen to me. You have to fight it for now. I know what Jason did was stupid but for now you have to subdue this side of you. It wasn’t ready to come out.”
She nipped at his ear. His alter ego responded he fought hard himself straddling her in this position. Her nipples strained at the material and all he wanted to do was fuck her until her calmed down but he knew he couldn’t do that. It would be an unfair advantage given her state.
“Alexis, come on honey. Slow your breathing down.” He waited as the rise and fall of her chest became slower and slower. “That’s a good. Take some deep cleansing breathes.”
Alexis body ached in a way that she had never felt before. Sweat drenched her body and her hair. She looked up at Bishop trying to figure out why in the world he was sitting atop of her. Her eyelids felt heavy as if she could just fall asleep.
“Alexis, can you get up?” Bishop asked concerned.
She shook her head and her eyes fluttered shut as the cocoon of sleep enveloped her. Bishop swore underneath his breath. He heard the door open, glaring up at Jason, who had now opened the door to the world to see the workings of the commotion that was going on inside the room, with a disgusted distrust. Bishop picked Alexis up; she snuggled closer to him and headed out. Stopping short in front of Jason, he eyeballed him and went past. Careful with Alexis’ body she walked down the stairs to his vehicle and gentle put her in vehicle. He started his vehicle and strapped her in.
Unfortunately, Bishop couldn’t take her home because she lived in the dorms and it wasn’t coed. He had is own place so that is where he took her. It wasn’t much, a huge loft apartment on the bottom floor, gleaming hardwood floors throughout; stainless steel appliances; an Ashley sectional sofa with faux leather upholstery rich with earth tones with the supportive seating cushions and plush pillow back made it feel homey. Further back there was a room divider that correlated with the earth tones; behind the divider was a custom-made mahogany poster bed with special carving at the head of the bed with open slots, just in case he needed to tie something together.
Bishop laid Alexis on the bed and covered her with the spare blanket from the foot of the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows from the other side and went to the sectional. She slept like an angel while he slept close to consciousness to make sure everything was all right with her.
The following morning she woke with a start. Trying to figure out what she had done the night before. It all seemed a little hazy. The last thing she remembered was saying she needed to lie down. Bishop was sprawled out on the couch no shirt when she came around the corner. She eyed his candy body. His lips beckoned to her but she resisted. Her hand twitched as they long to stroke that six pack he was sporting. She felt moisture between her thighs. She really had the sudden urge to just lick his nipples. Horrified yet intrigued by these thoughts she went back to the bedside. She cleared her throat.
Bishop awakened at the loud noise. He grabbed his shirt and rolled off the couch. He peeped his head around the corner to see what was going on.
“Are you all right Alexis?” Bishop asked concerned.
She nodded twisting her hands in her lap. Slowly she raised her eyes to his. He could see the amber glow. Not again. He thought to himself but only his body betrayed what his mind was saying. His alter ego wanted her; it called to her. She stood as he came closer.
Alexis’ breath caught in her throat as he stood in front of her. Her hands going to his chest, feeling the contours of his pecks, he captured her mouth in one fail swoop. His body set on fire; she enveloped him in her desire. A soft moan surfacing, not at all sounding like her, she pulled back.
“We can’t do this.” Alexis stumbled over her words.
Bishop stared at her as he reigned in this alter ego, “Are you sure?”
She nodded her head. It was strange feeling that had come over her; one she had never comprehended; up until now, she had never experienced her alter ego side. It had remained dormant until last night. Bits and flashes came to forefront of her mind. She quivered…the beginning signs. Bishop was well familiar with his body as well the effect of a woman’s alter ego. It started with slight tremors until the urge began to fireball. Then it became a hunger that needed to be fed, if neglected it became of the insatiable kind; beyond that he didn’t want to know what would happen after the insatiable counter measures would be enacted.
“Alexis, you have to feed your alter ego.” His hand stroked the side of her face. He could feel her body tremble beneath his touch.
“Please take me home.” She said in soft voice barely audible.
He slipped his shoes on and gave her a jacket to keep her warm. Grabbed his keys off the counter and they headed out. Once she reached campus, gave him back his jacket and headed up to her room. The whispers and the stares began. She couldn’t contend with what people might have heard she did; putting together the flashes of memories and the hushed whispers she figured out what happened the previous night. Her room mate was packing up her belongs when she opened the door. Connie looked up surprised to see her.
“What’s going on?” Alexis asked concerned.
“Don’t you know.” Connie asked in a snide remark.
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did.” Alexis responded becoming irritated now with the underlying remark that was made.
“Everyone knows what you are and what you did to Jason at the party.” Connie accused her.
“What did I do and what I am?” Alexis asked confused.
“How you all but raped him and the fact you have an alter ego.” Connie vehemently spit.
“Why are you passing judgment on me?” Alexis asked considering they had been roommates for over two years now.
“I don’t want to bunk with a freak.” Connie spat then slammed her suite cased closed “I’m out of here and if I were you I wouldn’t expect too much sympathy around her for what you are or what you did. As far as the rest of my stuff is concerned you can either keep it or burn it but either way I don’t want it.”
Alexis watched the door slammed behind Connie. She gave a jump as the door closed. She walked over to her bed and took long deep breathes trying not to let the whole Jason situation get to her until she watched an egg slam and crack into the window.
After a week of school and feeling like she had leprosy, from her teachers to her fellow students. Jason even stopped talking to her. She felt betrayed. Bishop tried to catch up with her but she made it be known that she didn’t and would not trust him at this point.
She made the decision. She went to the dean and left school. She didn’t want to explain, she didn’t want their sympathy; if they could pass judgment over her so easily she would make it easier for them and she quit. As she was leaving Bishop approached her.
“Alexis, please don’t do this.” He begged.
She couldn’t look at him. All that came to remembrance of Bishop was that she had the urge to lick his nipples, for him to kiss her, and how she wanted to be taken by him. Her alter ego would stay buried. He wasn’t afraid of her but he should be. He never got a chance to explain. He wanted her to stay, even if that meant she had to live with him. He didn’t mind. He only went to college to take a few courses just because he was board. He had plenty saved up from all the jobs that he made over the last few years. He yearned for her touch, her lips, hell even her body.
He stood behind her, “I’ll give you one year, but after that I’ll take you.”
Alexis drew in a deep breathe, pushed her shoulders back and headed out.
She went San Diego first. She got a job working part time but that really didn’t satisfy the urge that was slowly building. After about three months there she decided to try LA. It made her skin crawl so she wanted something a little more different. She ended up in a small town following route 160 towards the south. She had been a long time. The town was what she called home. It was safe. No one tried to pass judgment on her and she fit. She stayed there for the remainder of the year.
She thought she had been going crazy. She though she saw Bishop. He always stood at the back of her mind. Those days when she would touch herself all she had to do was recall when She was around him how it made her feel. The moment she felt her body getting out of control she stopped. Frustrated by the alter ego willingness to take over and consume all fire burning she was afraid she wouldn’t stop.
Finally moving to outskirts of Natomas close to the freeway she found a little mom and pop shop. She applied as a cashier. The Lovelace family took her in; they knew what she was but didn’t push the issue.
Bishop followed her and spoke to the family without her knowledge. Alexis began exhibiting sign of a deep depression. She wouldn’t eat and she was barely sleeping. Bishop alter ego scolded him, warned him that he did not claim her ego then it would doom the both of them. She had to let the alter ego out and soon or it would kill the both of them.
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The minute Alexis saw him Bishop knew she would run. Her time was up. She went to the house first to pick up her belongings. She made her next stop at the Lovelace household and there he sat in their living room, waiting patiently.
“W-what are you doing here?” Alexis said stunned and stumbling over her words.
“Waiting.” Bishop replied just as calm.
“Waiting for what?” Alexis question backing up.
He stood. She backed up towards the door. He came closer. She wanted to bolt. To Where?
She heard Mrs. Lovelace’s voice, “It’s all right Alexis. Let him help you.”
Alexis’ looked horrified, were they in cahoots with them? Distracted by the words she hadn’t noticed Bishop was on her before she could escape.
Her breathing increased as her alter ego tried to scratch to get out, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I told you a year and gave your two. Now you’re mine.”
His body pinned against hers. He could feel her straining nipples through the soft thin material of a shirt she was wearing. He managed to bring both her hands above her head and kissed her hard. Passion oozing from him lips as she sucked at it greedily. She melted against his body.
“I’m taking you home.” Bishop demanded. He grabbed her bag and threw her over his shoulder. He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Lovelace.
“Thank you for taking care of her.” Bishop offered as he exited the door.
“Don’t be a stranger now that we know where you live.” Ms. Lovelace called out before the door shut.
He threw her bags in the back and then sat her n the car. Locking her seatbelt into place he hurried to the other side. Opening his door he moved quickly he got her into the house and brought her to the bed. She still struggled to shove down her alter ego which worked to his advantage. He tied her hands above her head.
“Let me go.” Alexis screamed.
“No.” Bishop demanded. “Not today.”
She was ready to protest when he kissed her. Her body relaxed and a pool of wetness escaped. He came up for air. He could smell her aroma. Her eyes glowed, an amber ring coming forth.
“That’s it baby, let her come to me.” Bishop coaxed. He moved to kissing the crook of her neck, slowly brining in the flesh between his teeth, and teasing it. She arched against his clothed body. A trail of kisses leading down to the tight buds hardening beneath her clothing. He pulled the pocket knife out of his pocket. Her eyes widen.
“Promise to by you a new pair but for now, sorry.” He told her.
The ripping sound of her shirt made her furious but in the same token enthralled her. He wouldn’t dare cut her bra. So she thought. Her breast sprang free. He dropped the knife, succumbing to his Alter Ego;
It’s about time you learn your place. His Alter Ego grumbled. Careful with her she is new to this Bishop warned.
Grasping her breasts and pushing them together he took the sweet buds into between his lips. He moaned as liquid heat spilled forward. Alexis felt the rumble deep in the pit of her stomach. He blew on the wet nipple watching it as it turned a darker shade of chocolate. He shifted down to the buttons on her skirt, urging her to lift Bishop pulled the skirt down. She wanted more. She needed more. As he feasted his eyes on her displayed of red fancy dainty panties. His hand slid past the waist band and found her moist slit.
“Bishop, wait…” Alexis called to him but he wouldn’t listen. Slick fingers parted her nether lips. His fingers caressed her clit.
“Bishop.” Alexis called out breathlessly. One finger dipped deep inside, then two filling her. Slowly Bishop retracted both fingers and smelled. She watched as Bishop devoured her offering. He removed her panties. His alter ego wanted to take her now but he managed to keep it at bay. He climbed between her thighs, lightly blowing over the silkiness of it all.
“Please Bishop, I need…” the words were strangled as his tongue drove in. Immediately she came all over his tongue and he lapped at it all. The continuous flow rocked her to the core.
“I can’t…” Alexis tried to say.
“Yes you can and you will.” His finger slipped deep inside of her and she edged towards the orgasm. His tongue flicked across her pleasure button and he drew her closer clamping his arms around her waist. “Come for me honey.”
Alexis tugged at the restraints and squeezed her eyes shut. Butterflies consumed her as they took her closer. Bishop pulled back and eased off the bed.
“I’m sorry I can’t control the alter ego any longer. I promise I’ll make the second go around a lot easier.”
Bishop stripped out of his clothing and climb back onto the bed. Positioning himself at stroked her clit with the tip of his head. He waited patiently until he felt her body tense and then plunge deep inside of her as her orgasm set off. He covered her mouth with his swallowing her scream. Her tight pussy throbbed and swallowed him. He relaxed until he was sure she had gotten what she needed. He broke the kiss, resting on his elbows he stared down at her. The amber color still consuming her eyes, she needed more.
“Please Bishop…” Alexis begged.
“Please what?” Bishop asked softly in her ear.
“I need to touch you.” She blurted out. He reached up and undid the restraints. Her hands immediately went to his back stroking and rubbing.
“That’s it baby. Just release and it all be okay.”
Her legs spread further apart as she tried to draw the fullness deeper inside of her. Her hands groping his ass with each stroke; he took his time, kissing and lavishing her body. He moved slowly with her. He closed his eyes savoring the feeling her surrounding him. He pounded in her hard and withdrew slow. A guttural moan escaped his lips. Again he pounded in her hard and withdrew slow, each time his pelvic bones brushed again her clit. He could feel her pulsing again. He moved faster and harder, her nail dug into his back. He slowed down.
“I want you from behind, Alexis.” Bishop demanded. She nodded her head pulling out she groaned as the emptiness left her felt bereft. On all fours he repositioned himself. He massaged her cheeks before pulling her back by her hips onto him. He sank inside of her until he felt his balls touch her clit lightly.
“Bishop.”
He was still it was hard because all he wanted to do was pleasure her but she brought out the feral alter ego within him.
“Yes, honey.”
“I need you to fuck this pussy good.”
On that note Bishop preceded pulling in and out at a faster pace. He wasn’t ready to come just yet but he would definitely give her what she need and what she wanted. Her body trembled as another orgasm began to consume her. He was up all up in that pussy. He was breathless but he had to maintain until she finished. Five minutes in this position was killing him. His balls were so full.
He pulled out again.
“Damn you Bishop.” She shot an angry stare at him.
He lay down beside her. Bringing her close to him on her side he lifted on of her legs up and reinserted. He had all that he needed right here. His hand on her waist he could feel her deeper.
“Do want me to come inside of you, Alexis.” Bishop asked as he began a slow rock back and forth.
She had never thought about it. Her alter ego screamed yes, but her other side warned her about pregnancy.
“Did you put on a condom, Bishop?”
Embarrassed by the way his alter ego acted his slowed to a stop, “No honey, I’m sorry I did not. Trust me I would not I mean I don’t.”
Alexis touched his hands to reassure him that she understood when her alter ego reached out and melded to his. A wave washed over the both of them. Their orgasm meshing together sending them both on an unnatural high. Alexis cried out at the same time Bishop. They both watched as in the air their egos began to do a seductive dance before crashing back into.
She now belong to him and he to her. Bishop was only told that what they witnessed only happened on rare occasions. A force he couldn’t explain pulled her closer and he moved harder back and forth while right hand pinched and tweaked her nipples. Her pussy throbbed and contracted harder with each adaptation.
“I’m gonna take this pussy right now.” Bishop told Alexis.
“Oh yes, Bishop.”
His teeth sank into the folds of her as he pumped for all that he was worth. She felt the contraction of his dick as it shot its load. Pulling at the pillow, she bit at the first scream that consumed her body.
Bishop wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. Pulling the covers over them they slept. When they awoke it was dark outside. Bishop kissed her earlobe and twitched to find himself still buried very deep inside of Alexis. She stirred with a smile.
“That was delicious.” Alexis sensing that she had nothing to be afraid of, turning over she faced Bishop. Shards of amber remained.
“I see she still need to be fed.” Bishop kissed her nose.
Alexis began to pull away and he held her tighter, “Oh no you don’t. So does he.” Bishop twitched and she could feel him again her stomach. “How about you on top?” He winked.
He saw a glint of mischievousness appear before she slithered beneath the sheets. He felt her warm mouth covering him. He clutched the pillow for dear life.
“Baby, really…oh God Almighty.”
She swirled her tongue around the tip of his head and pulled him deep into the back of her throat. His hips began to buck upward. He felt his balls draw up and that was the end. Alexis swallowed greedily. All he could see was stars clouding his vision. He began to get flaccid but she didn’t care. She wanted to suck on him some more. She moved her hand back and forth helping with stroking him to her liking. She loved it when he called her name.
“Alexis honey, please.” Bishop whispered trying to squirm away knowing she was loving every minute of what she was doing.
It’s all mine her alter ego thought to herself. Then she kissed the head rolled out of bed and headed to the shower.
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