This choice: One night while Veronica is sleeping, Zithar takes control of her body • Go Back...Chapter #7One night while Veronica is sleeping, Zithar ta... by: JR   The night was still, the kind of quiet that only comes when the city’s distant hum has faded into a tranquil silence. Veronica lay in her luxurious bed, her body swathed in deep, soft sheets. Her breathing was even, her form completely relaxed as sleep claimed her mind. The air in the penthouse felt cool, the faint rustle of the curtains in the breeze the only movement in the room.
But within Veronica’s mind, things were not as peaceful.
Zithar, now fully entrenched in her consciousness, felt the familiar presence of Veronica’s sleeping mind. It was a moment of pure opportunity—a moment when her will was completely at rest, her thoughts no longer conscious or vigilant. In the silence of the night, Zithar had the perfect chance to fully test their control over Veronica’s body without the subtle resistance of her waking mind.
Zithar hovered at the edge of Veronica’s consciousness, careful, for they were still learning the nuances of human movement, human response. They had observed her, studied her, but now they could move freely, unimpeded. It was both exhilarating and delicate, as Zithar felt the weight of their first full act of control.
Starting small, Zithar focused on the delicate, well-manicured fingers of Veronica’s right hand. The fingers were perfectly poised, elegant in their stillness. Gently, Zithar coaxed one finger to move, the joint slowly bending, the muscle responding to the quiet command. It was a subtle shift, a minute wriggle, a test—a small, almost imperceptible movement.
Veronica’s face remained serene, her expression untouched by the action. There was no flicker of awareness in her features, no sign that she felt anything at all. The stillness of sleep had granted Zithar full dominion over her form. The elation was immediate—this was real. Zithar’s control had been established.
But there was no time to dwell in triumph. Caution hung heavily in the air. Zithar, keen on testing the depths of their influence, was careful to avoid alarming Veronica’s mind. The goal wasn’t to overwhelm her, but to feel the space between control and awareness. So, with deliberate focus, Zithar moved to the next step: Veronica’s toes.
The toes, like the fingers, were perfectly aligned, soft but strong—tools of control in their own right. Zithar reached down into the sleeping body, connecting with the delicate tendons and nerves in the foot. Slowly, with an almost tender grace, one toe twitched. The movement was small—so small that only someone closely attuned to the body would notice—but the response was thrilling. There was no resistance. No reaction. Veronica’s body simply obeyed, an inert vessel to Zithar’s will.
A strange thrill surged through Zithar. The excitement of commanding a human form—of feeling the skin beneath their alien influence—was intoxicating. And yet, Zithar was still cautious, still aware of the delicate balance they had to maintain. They could feel the intricate web of Veronica’s mind, woven tightly around her self-awareness. But for now, that mind was dormant. Zithar was free to explore, to test, to push boundaries.
Encouraged by the lack of any conscious resistance, Zithar grew bolder, but in a slow, deliberate way. They guided Veronica’s arm to stretch, to slide her hand delicately across the sheets, the fingers brushing against the soft fabric. There was something almost sensual in the fluid motion—an elegance to the way her body responded to Zithar’s commands. They explored further, guiding her legs to shift slightly, the muscles rippling beneath her skin.
The pleasure of control deepened. Zithar could feel the warmth of the body they commanded, the rhythm of Veronica’s breathing becoming a rhythm they controlled. The space between them and the human form felt narrower now, as though they were becoming one in this strange, silent partnership. It was a perfect synchronization of thought and action, a quiet dance of influence.
Still, Zithar did not move recklessly. They knew that any sudden, violent movement could jolt Veronica’s mind awake, potentially disrupting the delicate balance they had so carefully created. Instead, Zithar chose the path of subtlety. They let Veronica’s body settle, allowing the small motions to carry on as if they were part of the natural rhythm of sleep. There was no urgency. No need to rush.
Time passed, and Zithar explored, each movement an experiment in the delicate art of possession. They tested the limits of Veronica’s body, tracing the gentle curves of her limbs, feeling the subtle tension and release as the muscles obeyed. It was a slow, methodical dance—a whisper of control, too light to be noticed, yet undeniably present.
By the time dawn began to seep through the curtains, Veronica had remained oblivious, deep in her peaceful slumber. She stirred once or twice, but Zithar made sure the body remained still, never giving away the true extent of the influence that had been exerted over it.
For now, the subtlety was key. Zithar felt a strange satisfaction in the gentleness of the control, the art of steering Veronica’s body without her knowledge, without resistance. And in this quiet, unspoken moment, they were more certain than ever that the path ahead was open, that they had only scratched the surface of what they could accomplish with Veronica as their vessel.
As the sun rose higher, casting light on Veronica’s serene face, Zithar withdrew just enough to leave the body at rest. There would be more tests, more moments of quiet exploration. But for now, they were content, elated by the realization that they could move within her as they pleased—and Veronica, for now, was none the wiser.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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