Thought I'd try my hand at this sort of thing amateurish writer and looking to widen my writing ability. This is a short 3 part story that is a trial run for better things all the usual disclaimers apply that this is my story and mine alone to be distributed as I wish if you have a chance and you like it please send me a email about what you like or hate.
The Morgen
Her
Boredom is a terrible thing for an immortal creature, a being that stays eternally young and is confined to a lake next to a castle. She counted the bricks on the castle, the windows, and the doors and so on to relieve this boredom. She manipulated the water in the lake to replicate the many men She had drowned making the water appear in their forms and faces with the expressions of confusion and panics that She so longingly remembered. Drowning men was in her blood, She was a Morgen after all. It was a compulsion much like that of a serial killer, She couldn't stop it, She didn't want to. She relished in the kill as much as She relished the rush of an orgasm as it rippled throughout her body.
That was the only other thing She did until She saw Her. The orgasm for an eternal being lasted for days upon end constantly spasming her body until the last few waves of the orgasmic bliss subsided and She started up the process again. She never once touched herself instead using her manipulation of the water to create hands that would run through her fiery hair, caress her pointed face. A tongue would slide against her lips. More hands would be created and they would slither down towards her satin encased breasts, touching and feeling and softly stroking those sending shivers along her chest and spine. Some of these phantom hands would flick her nipples and some would gently rub them, the constant interchange between soft and loving to rough and animalistic was a constant thrill. The hands moved back and rubbed her neck roughly whilst some more of these aquatic hands were created and moved to the base of her spine gently rubbing her back. She felt suction on her fingers and felt the calloused feel of a tongue slide along her ear. She kept up this foreplay with herself before relenting and pushing inside herself. The tendrils of water providing much better flexibility and allowing her to attack her most sensitive points with ease building the shockwaves and finally pushing her fingers alongside the water inside herself and releasing the pleasure throughout herself. It was in one of these heady states that she finally met Her.
She was the new groundskeeper's daughter, the last groundskeeper having drowned of mysterious circumstances. A young girl around the age of six with dark brown hair, bright green eyes and a rounded face. She was a new thing for her to see and interact with. The Morgen would never drown a child as they brought out in her an instinct almost like a maternal need to protect, as much as a good instinct can be when it comes from a murderous creature. She would often play in the lake, swimming and splashing, bringing Her friends from the local school and generally being happy and gentle. It was around 2 years later that she noticed the differences, the changes in Her persona the bruising around Her hips and face. Aesthetically the family looked happy but the Morgen could tell otherwise, she after all knew the hearts of men and best of all knew how to stop them.
She called to Her father in the night, singing a song not unlike that of the sirens, her distant cousins, and called him to her lake. He stood looking down at this beautiful woman surrounded by gold and silver. The illusion worked perfectly and he started to wade into the water, slowly sinking deeper and deeper to claim this woman and her money. She, suspended in the water, thought of how happy she would be after this kill but the thoughts of happiness were cast aside when She thought of the little girl. The little girl that had obvious marks and defensive wounds, and here wading to her the man that caused them. He dived down to her, reaching for her but his hands slipped through her. He was quickly running out of air and as much as She wanted him to die with reason She still felt the glee and joy rising in her. Every stroke he took to get higher and to the surface another rush of water would meet his arms until a full current was pushing him down. The last thing he saw was her smiling face before he faded to nothing. His soul, red flecked with black sparks, rose from his body and left the lake moving on to whatever afterlife he believed in.
She claimed vengeance for Her however with the death of Her father she had no reason to be here so Her mother took Her away. She lost the child and although children still came to her lake to play none of them were like Her. She had shown herself to Her sometimes in need such as when She saved Her from drowning by pushing Her to the top and many other times when She wanted Her to not feel alone. No words were spoken between them but they still recognised each other. The Morgen being the carer for the young girl with no one to care for her.
She missed the young girl as she quenched her need to kill and put away her dark desires. She waited many years for Her to return, many years She spent in a wild stupor and a heady state brought on by multiple uses of her power. Brought on by much pressure on her velvet skin, on her neck, quick swipes along her lips and pressure in her. She spent the next four years in this state interchanging between soft and loving to rough and fast anything to escape the boredom and loneliness.
Then one day she noticed a young woman on the shore line, a woman with raven black hair, a rounded face, emerald eyes and deep red lips that smiled upon the sight of her. The Morgen registered that face and registered recognition in her eyes. She watched the site as this woman stripped off Her clothes one piece at a time to nothing. The Morgen realised that the motherly love she held for Her was rapidly changing to something else, something more. She watched Her slide into her lake and wade her way towards her...