Chapter 36: Dark Flow
I grip Skye's hips tightly as I thrust into her with passionate abandon. Her smooth skin is flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Waves of pleasure course through my body with each deep stroke.
"Oh god, Skye," I moan breathlessly. "You feel so amazing."
Skye's purple eyes shine up at me, filled with an intense love that makes my heart soar.
For a fleeting moment, something nags at the back of my mind. But the thought slips away as quickly as it came, lost in the haze of ecstasy.
"Yes, Pookie! Yes!" Skye cries out, her voice thick with desire. "Harder! Harder!"
I increase my pace, pounding into her with all my might. The ornate headboard slams rhythmically against the wall. Skye's breasts bounce enticingly with each powerful thrust.
I pant, gripping her hips even tighter. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Skye screams in pleasure. Her purple eyes roll back as waves of bliss wash over her.
I feel my own climax building, an intense pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Skye's inner walls flutter and clench around me as she nears her peak.
"I'm so close," I groan. "I'm gonna..."
"Me too!" Skye gasps. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
With a final few frantic thrusts, we tumble over the edge together. Skye's back arches as she cries out in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I empty myself deep inside her.
For several long moments, we lie tangled together, basking in the afterglow. I gaze down at Skye, admiring how breathtakingly beautiful she looks. Her long dark hair is splayed out on the pillow, her purple eyes half-lidded and dreamy.
"I love you so much," I murmur, leaning down to place a tender kiss on her lips.
"I love you too, Pookie," she replies with a contented sigh. "More than you could ever know."
Skye smiles up at me, her purple eyes shimmering with love. She reaches up to caress my cheek gently.
"What are your plans today, my darling?" she asks, her voice soft and melodious.
I shrug and smile back at her, losing myself in her mesmerizing gaze. "Just hanging out with you," I reply, leaning into her touch.
Her smile falters slightly. "I'm sorry, but I have too much work today," she says with a regretful sigh.
"Maybe you can take the day off?" I suggest hopefully, not wanting to be apart from her.
Skye frowns, her brow furrowing adorably. She pulls me down for a long, passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with mine, and I notice it feels slightly different today, a bit rougher, perhaps, but not gross. When we finally part, both breathless, she gazes at me intently.
"So what will you do then?" she asks, her purple eyes studying my face.
I shrug again. "Probably go out for a bit, maybe grab lunch or do some shopping."
Skye's expression suddenly shifts, her purple eyes hardening as she grips my shoulders tightly. "No, you can't go out," she says sternly, her voice taking on an authoritative tone I've never heard from her before. "It's not safe. You need to stay inside where I can protect you."
I blink in surprise at her sudden intensity. "But Tyr-"
Before I can finish my protest, a shrill ringing cuts through the air. Skye's head whips around, her long dark hair fanning out dramatically. With lightning-fast reflexes, she reaches down to the floor beside the bed and pulls out a sleek purple phone from her skirt pocket.
My brow furrows in confusion. I've never seen that phone before, and I thought Skye's phone was an iPhone. This purple device looks far more high-tech, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen.
Skye answers the call, pressing the phone to her ear. Her face contorts with a mixture of annoyance and resignation. "Shit," she mutters, "I'll be right there." She hangs up abruptly, tossing the purple phone back into her skirt.
As she starts to climb out of bed, I can't contain my curiosity any longer. "Did you get a new phone?"
Skye freezes, her body going rigid. She turns to face me slowly, her purple eyes unreadable. For a long moment, she simply stares at me, an internal struggle playing out across her features. Finally, she lets out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly.
"Luke," she says, her voice low and intense, "when I leave this room, forget I was ever here."
"What?"
*****
I blink rapidly, my mind feeling oddly fuzzy. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the luxurious bedroom. The silk sheets rustle as I shift, suddenly realizing I'm completely naked.
Memories of last night with Skye flood back, her emerald eyes dark with passion, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. I must have just woken up after falling asleep from fucking my wife. A contented smile spreads across my face as I stretch languidly.
Glancing at the ornate clock on the nightstand, I'm surprised to see it's already noon. I've slept much later than usual. With a yawn, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and pad across the plush carpet to the walk-in closet.
As I rifle through the neatly organized rows of designer clothes, I decide I'm in the mood to get out of the Star Tower apartment for a while. A day of lunch and shopping sounds perfect. I select a pair of tailored jeans and a soft sweatshirt, quickly getting dressed.
*****
As the elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, I step out into the grand lobby of Star Tower. The polished marble floors gleam beneath the warm light of crystal chandeliers, reflecting the hustle and bustle of employees and visitors alike. I pull up the hood of my sweatshirt, seeking a bit of anonymity as I make my way towards the exit.
My eyes are immediately drawn to a small group standing near the reception desk. Dark Star's imposing figure is hard to miss, her sleek black costume a stark contrast to the lighter decor of the lobby. Beside her stands a younger girl that looks like Robin, her petite frame almost dwarfed by her mentor's presence. And there, facing them with an expression of barely contained annoyance, is Veronica.
As I draw closer, snippets of their heated conversation reach my ears. Dark Star's voice is low and urgent, her words carrying a weight of importance.
"...heard it directly. The Big Cheese is planning..."
Veronica cuts her off with a sharp gesture, her purple eyes flashing with irritation. "What the fuck? Would the Big Cheese really do that?"
Dark Girl pipes up, her voice tinged with frustration. "We can't just ignore-"
Their voices fade as I pass by, none of them seeming to notice me in my nondescript outfit. I catch a few more words, "danger," "protection," "rape" - but nothing specific. A chill runs down my spine at the ominous tone of their conversation, but I push the feeling aside. Surely if there was any real threat, Skye would have told me.
As I near the exit, movement from Veronica catches my eye. She shifts her weight, and I notice something that makes me do a double-take. A thin trickle of what can only be cum is running down her inner thigh, just visible beneath the hem of her skirt.
My mind reels at the implications. Did Veronica just have sex? Here, in Star Tower? Her work place? The thought seems absurd, yet the evidence is right there before my eyes. I shake my head, trying to clear the bizarre image from my mind. It's none of my business, I remind myself firmly.
As I step out of Star Tower, the bustling energy of Boston envelops me. The noon sun bathes the city in a warm glow, glinting off the sleek glass facades of skyscrapers and casting long shadows across the busy streets. A gentle breeze carries the scent of fresh pretzels from a nearby food cart, mingling with the ever-present urban aroma of exhaust and concrete.
I start walking down the crowded sidewalk, my eyes darting around. Every flash of red in my peripheral vision makes my heart skip a beat, half-expecting to see Tyrell materialize with his crimson jacket and weird helmet. But as I make my way past bustling cafes and trendy boutiques, there's no sign of my enigmatic friend.
The absence of my friend's sudden appearances feels oddly unsettling. I've grown so accustomed to his spontaneous manifestations that the normalcy of an uninterrupted walk seems almost surreal. My mind wanders back to the last time I saw him, during the chaos of Skye's battle with the bizarrely costumed Osama bin Laden.
"I wonder what he's up to," I mutter to myself, narrowly avoiding collision with a businessman glued to his phone. "Probably watching me from afar or something."
"Oh well," I sigh, resigning myself to a Tyrell-free afternoon. The familiar sign of a Burger King catches my eye, and my stomach rumbles in response. The promise of a flame-grilled Whopper proves too tempting to resist.
The fast food restaurant is a welcoming oasis. I place my order and find a quiet booth in the back, sinking into the plastic seat with a contented sigh. As I unwrap my Whopper, the familiar layers of beef, cheese, and vegetables a stark contrast to the gourmet meals I've grown accustomed to, I can't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for simpler times.
As I bite down into my Whopper a woman slides into the booth across from me, her abrupt appearance so jarring that I nearly choke on my mouthful of food.
My eyes widen as I take in her appearance. Her skin is a canvas of chaotic ink, covered in a bewildering array of tattoos that seem to writhe and shift in the harsh fluorescent lighting. Grotesque demons dance across her arms, their twisted faces leering at me. Cryptic symbols I don't recognize spiral down her neck, disappearing beneath a tattered tank top.
But it's her eyes that truly terrify me. They're bloodshot and wild, pupils dilated to pinpricks. The desperation I see in their depths sends a chill down my spine.
Before I can react, I hear a soft click beneath the table. The cocking of a gun's hammer. The woman's lips curl into a sneer, revealing teeth filed to jagged points.
"Any sudden moves," she hisses, her voice low and raspy, "and you're dead."
My heart hammers in my chest, adrenaline flooding my system. I can feel the icy grip of terror tightening around my throat, threatening to choke me. The half-eaten Whopper lies forgotten on its wrapper.
"Do... do you know who I am?" I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not even trying to sound arrogant, but my wife is Super Star. If she finds out you're doing this to me, she will literally wipe out you and your entire bloodline."
The woman's laugh is a harsh, grating sound that sends shivers down my spine. Her eyes, if possible, seem to grow even wilder. "Oh, we know exactly who you are, Luke," she sneers, leaning forward. The acrid stench of stale cigarettes and something far more unpleasant washes over me. "That's precisely why I'm here."
My mind reels, struggling to process the situation. How did this happen?
'Where's Tyrell?'
"Is this because of my interview with Anita Scoops?" I ask in fear.
"What? No," the woman growls, her finger tightening imperceptibly on the trigger beneath the table. "Look, you're going to get up nice and slow. We're gonna go for a little walk."
"Okay."