This choice: Feeling confident Zithar consciousness takes over Veronica • Go Back...Chapter #9Feeling confident Zithar consciousness takes ov... by: JR   The following night, Zithar felt a new wave of confidence. The careful, subtle shifts of the past nights had worked to perfection. Veronica’s body now moved at their command with fluid ease, her movements guided by an alien influence that she remained blissfully unaware of. But now, Zithar felt the boundaries of their influence begin to stretch further, their mind pushing at the edges of Veronica’s self-awareness, testing new limits.
Veronica’s body lay still in the luxurious bed, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight that filtered through the curtains. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, the faint rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was alive. But within the quiet sanctuary of her sleeping mind, Zithar felt the perfect moment of opportunity.
There had been no resistance the last few nights—no signs that Veronica was even remotely aware of the influence coursing through her limbs. Zithar had danced delicately around her subconscious, an invisible presence at first. But now, their confidence had grown, and the time had come to push further, to see just how far they could push the boundaries of control.
It began as a soft ripple in the quiet of the room. A subtle tug in Veronica’s consciousness—Zithar’s presence sliding deeper into her mind, melding with the edges of her thoughts. It was a strange, almost intimate sensation, as if Zithar were slowly becoming one with her, feeling the pulse of her life force thrum through their alien being. Veronica’s body was theirs to command, but now, Zithar could feel the cool, liquid threads of Veronica’s mind weaving through their own, the sharp clarity of her thoughts nearly palpable in the silence of her sleep.
Veronica’s chest rose and fell gently, but Zithar no longer waited in the background. Tonight, they would take full control. Slowly, ever so carefully, Zithar reached down, grasping hold of Veronica’s awareness, feeling it like a faint, fragile thread. It was delicate, vulnerable in its unconscious state, yet still there, present, untouched—waiting to be overridden.
The alien presence filled the gaps, seeping in like ink dropped into water. There was no sudden rush of movement, no violent shift in her body. Instead, Zithar’s control seeped into every corner of her being, infiltrating her mind with quiet precision. It felt like power, but it also felt like belonging, like Zithar was the true owner of this body now, taking its place within the vessel with a fluid ease.
The first sign of change came with a slow stirring in Veronica’s eyelids. Beneath the calm surface of sleep, Zithar felt a subtle shift in the muscles around her eyes, a tiny twitch of movement. Veronica’s lashes fluttered just slightly, and then—slowly—her eyes began to open.
At first, the change was almost imperceptible. Veronica’s eyes cracked open slightly, just enough to let in the dim light of the room. But Zithar was in control now, guiding her every motion. The eyes, sharp and alert, adjusted to the low light without hesitation. The pupils dilated, and Zithar felt them take in the surroundings.
Veronica’s gaze swept across the room in a slow, deliberate arc. The dim shapes of her penthouse—luxurious, yet familiar—blurred in her vision, but the alien presence within her saw them all with a clarity that Veronica herself would never have known.
Zithar felt a strange thrill—the first real confirmation that they were more than a passive observer. They were inside. Inside her body. Inside her mind.
Veronica’s chest continued its steady rise and fall, but there was no longer any sign of the human consciousness that had once filled this space. It was Zithar’s now. The alien’s presence expanded, filling every muscle, every bone, every cell of Veronica’s body. Zithar flexed their new control, testing the edges, feeling the quiet rush of power that came with this deeper immersion.
Her lips parted slightly. Zithar guided the muscles, feeling the soft stretch of skin across her face. Veronica’s mouth moved, forming the barest hint of a smile. It wasn’t an expression that had come from Veronica’s mind—it was entirely Zithar’s creation. A subtle expression of satisfaction, a fleeting moment of recognition of their success.
Zithar’s consciousness shifted, rolling like liquid down Veronica’s spine, testing her posture, her body’s alignment. Her back straightened—controlled, precise. She was sitting now, back against the headboard, her limbs stretched out in a perfectly poised position. Zithar felt the soft press of the sheets beneath her body, the silkiness of the fabric running over her skin. But it was the motion, the sensation of moving her body in this deliberate way, that sent a shiver of satisfaction through their alien consciousness.
Veronica’s body was no longer an entity of its own. She was a vessel, a perfect instrument for Zithar’s will.
But Zithar didn’t stop there.
Slowly, carefully, Zithar began to move Veronica’s fingers, one by one. The delicate, well-manicured fingers twitched in a fluid motion, curling and uncurling in a graceful dance. Zithar reveled in the control, feeling the soft weight of the hand as it moved through the air, testing the sensation of touch with each slow movement.
The hand extended outward, fingers stretched, and Zithar felt the smooth skin brush lightly across the cool sheets. A soft, almost absent-minded gesture. It was a simple motion, but it was theirs entirely.
Veronica’s gaze shifted—directing itself toward the corner of the room. Zithar noticed her body’s slight inclination, the tilt of her head, the way her muscles shifted, coordinated, fluid, as if she were on autopilot. The eyes narrowed in focus, examining a spot in the distance with a strange intensity. There was no recognition in them—only control, the expression of someone who was present in the body but not fully aware of it. Zithar was both the mind and the body now.
For a long moment, Veronica’s body remained perfectly still, as though she were contemplating something. The control was absolute, and it was all Zithar’s. There was no question, no hesitation, only the quiet satisfaction of knowing that they had fully, irrevocably taken over. Veronica’s body would move and act according to Zithar’s will, and her mind—her true mind—would remain none the wiser.
Then, as if deciding that the night had been marked with enough success, Zithar slowly released their hold, allowing Veronica’s body to relax. The muscles in her face softened, and her eyes slowly closed once again, her body sinking back into the sheets. A deep, peaceful breath filled her chest, and the world around her faded into the quiet hum of sleep once more.
But Zithar did not withdraw completely. The alien presence lingered, just beneath the surface, ready to emerge again whenever the time was right. They had made their mark. And this time, they knew they had the power to keep it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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