As I arrived back at my flat, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a cool, dark sky. I glanced to the side and noticed my neighbor, a middle-aged woman in her early 30's, watering her plants in front of the door while speaking on the phone. Her voice carried through the still air as she waved in my direction.
"Good evening, Austin!" she greeted cheerfully.
I nodded back, offering her a little glance. "Good evening," I mumbled, pushing my key into the lock. From her tone, it sounded like she was talking to her husband. I didn't dwell on it much as I entered my flat and closed the door behind .
Inside, the familiar scent of the place hit , but sothing felt off. It was too silent. I scanned the room and saw that—Beta was missing.
"Probably Alpha gave her so mission," I thought to myself. Beta was enthusiastic, always ready to move when duty called. With a sigh, I dropped my bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. The events of the day weighed heavily on my mind—the fights, the rush of power, the chaos that had unfolded.
I stretched my fingers out in front of , staring at them. The power coursing through was sothing beyond comprehension.
"I wonder if there's any limit to it." I flexed my hands, recalling how easily I had killed those twins today.
I hardly did anything and yet they lost.
Feeling the boredom creep in, I turned on the TV, settling in the couch with Chicken Wrap and soda on the table which I asked Epsilon to deliver.
She ca fast as ever as if she already knows what I will be asking for and she has it cooked in advance.
I don't know how this even works and where she lives? That she cos so fast? Can she teleport or sothing?
A soda can hissed open in my grip as I flicked through channels, settling on an ani.
"The...eminence in the shadow..?" I said, saying the na of the show.
The show featured a hero shrouded in mystery, calling himself "Shadow." He wore black robes, his face hidden beneath a hood. He wielded a sword that seed to bend and reshape itself at will, slicing through his enemies with an elegance that left intrigued.
"Ohhoo," I said to myself, watching the hero perform an elaborate maneuver, summoning darkness around him to obscure his presence.
"Now that's cool."
I leaned forward, taking another bite of the wrap.
And then, it clicked.
"Wait a minute..."
A slow smirk spread across my face.
"Ehehehehehe..."
The gears in my mind turned as inspiration struck like a bolt of lightning. I knew exactly what to do.
—
The next evening, a soft wind brushed through the curtains of Gamma's flat, making the faintest thud against the window. The lights in her apartnt were dim, casting a soft, sultry glow across the room.
She lounged on her sofa, wearing nothing but a thin, transparent night lingerie that barely covered her.
The lace clung to her form, her panties visible through the sheer fabric, and her backside was exposed, with ass got nothing but a thin line of her underwear. Her long legs stretched out, one over the other, as she gently stroked the fur of her pet cat, who purred contentedly beside her.
"Kitty baby. You ate the food?"
The cat ow's in response and curls on her lap
A bowl of chips lay half-empty on the coffee table as she flipped through TV channels. The evening was quiet, the only sound being the occasional creak of furniture and the soft patter of wind against the window. But then, there was sothing else—sothing deeper, darker, cutting through the quiet like a knife.
"Gamma..."
The voice was low, commanding, like a whisper that traveled on the wind. Gamma's ears perked up, her heart suddenly beating faster. She stood up slowly, her body tensing slightly as her eyes darted around the room.
"Gamma..." the voice ca again, more pronounced this ti, seemingly from nowhere and everywhere at once.
Gamma walked toward the window, her expression casual, though there was a hint of excitent building within her.
She opened the window, letting in a gust of cold air that swept across her bare skin. But there was nothing outside—just the city, the lights twinkling far off in the distance. She shut the window and turned back, but then the light flickered on the other side of the room.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard the voice again, this ti closer, more intimate, like it was right beside her. "Gamma..."
She froze for a mont, then her eyes widened in recognition. Her lips curled into a sly smile.
"Master...?" she called out, her voice both tentative and eager. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for the source of the voice. There was nothing but shadows.
"Yes, Gamma. It's ... Zero." The voice was smooth, deep, commanding—coming from all around her, moving like a presence that could not be seen but only felt.
Gamma's eyes sparkled with joy. Her face lit up, and a bright smile spread across her lips as she practically bounced on her feet, her excitent palpable.
"Master! Where are you?" she asked, her tone pleading. "Let see you."
A soft chuckle echoed through the room.
"Very desperate, my girl is," the voice teased.
"Yes, I am!" she responded, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, her tone filled with anticipation.
"I will be with you, only," the voice assured her, now closer, though no physical form appeared.
Gamma shivered with pleasure, the sound of her Master's voice sending waves of excitent through her body. She slid her hand along the wall, her fingers caressing the cold surface as if she could feel his presence there.
"I've been waiting for you." She whispered, her voice breathy.
"I know," I replied, my voice moving along the walls as though I were circling her. "I'm here to talk about sothing important."
Gamma's eyes sharpened, her playful deanor shifting slightly. "It's about the Sorority House, right?"
"Yes." My voice carried a weight of seriousness now, grounding the atmosphere with purpose.
"Ask anything. I'll do anything for you, Master," she replied, her tone filled with devotion.
"I know I can rely on you."
Her heart raced as the mont seed to stretch on forever. Finally, she spotted a glimpse of what she thought was —a shadow near the window.
She runned toward it, her excitent at seeing too great to hold back.
"Anyti!" she shouted, flinging herself toward the window, only to see the empty cityscape once more.
The wind caught her hair, tossing it wildly around her face. Her joy faltered, and a small pout ford on her lips.
"Master..." she whispered, turning around. And there I stood.
I was draped in a black robe, trimd with dark blue stripes along the edges. My hood was pulled back, revealing my face, and beneath the robe, I wore fitted black pants and a coat that clung to my body with long boots. My eyes glimred with intensity as I watched her reaction.
Tears welled in Gamma's eyes, her smile returning full force as she ran toward . "Master, I missed you so much!" she cried, her arms outstretched, ready to throw herself at .
But just as she reached , I vanished, leaving her grasping at the air.
"Huhh!?" she gasped, spinning around, confused and disoriented.
Before she could react, I appeared behind her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. I kissed her, my lips rough and possessive against hers.
Gamma moaned softly, lting into the embrace as she clung to , refusing to let go.
I pushed her down onto the bed, my body pressing against hers. She writhed beneath , her hands clutching at my back grabbing my coat, her voice a mix of breathless desire and satisfaction.
"Ahhh—yeahhh... I missed this feeling," she purred, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Gamma... my baby..." I growled, grabbing her ass hard, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, her voice dripping with submission as she trembled under my touch.
I slid my hand down, inside her panties, my fingers rubbing the slickness between her legs. Her breath hitched, and her body trembled with anticipation.
I gave her a kiss.
"Tell everything I need to know," I whispered against her ear, my lips brushing her skin.
She spreads her legs more wider for to feel convinient fingering her pussy or maybe she was just enjoying it too much
She clung to tighter, her legs shaking as her desperation grew.
"Alright, Master."
She whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
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