Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2012 12:38:28 +0000
From: reece . <reece_108@live.co.uk>
Subject: The Morgen: The Morgen 1

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...