Author’s Note & Disclaimer: This is the first chapter in what is currently envisioned as a three-part story. This story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex, as well as some mild gore, and is intended to be read only by adults of legal age in legal contexts. All characters depicted are over 18, and all events and people described are entirely fictional. And if you are enjoying my stories, please consider donating to my Patreon (links on my forum profile). Copyright 2021, Quiver. All rights reserved.

Awakening

by Quiver

Chapter 1: Summoning

Rebecca heard the creak of the front door opening as Steven entered the house. “Hey Honey,” he chimed from the front hallway. “How was your day?” he asked absently as he hung his jacket on the coat rack.

“Fine, what about you?” Rebecca answered from the kitchen.

“Yep, same. All good,” Rebecca heard him mumble from the other room. Hopefully he’ll come in here before he sits down in front of the computer, she thought to herself. She had ordered some lingerie a few weeks ago, and she had found the package on the front porch when she got home from work today. She thought she’d surprise Steven when he got home. The idea of being nearly nude in her kitchen in broad daylight with the windows open was getting her more excited than she had anticipated. Maybe today Steven would show more than a passing interest in his wife.

Steven had never been very interested in sex, and for a long time that had been just fine with Rebecca. But lately, she was starting to feel his lack of interest a bit more keenly. When they were younger, they had been fairly compatible in the sex drive department. Rebecca wasn’t exactly a virgin when they met, but her experience level had been fairly low. A couple boyfriends, a few one night stands, but nothing crazy. And she never really cared for it. She had brought herself to orgasm a few times when she was younger, but she’d never even gotten close with a partner, not even Steven. And that had always been perfectly adequate. Until recently.

At 35, Rebecca was starting to understand what all those romance novels were on about. She found herself getting flushed when she went to the gym, her eyes lingering on the nearby flexing muscles, her senses overwhelmed by the smells of sweat and masculinity. She would never even think of actually cheating on her husband, but she was starting to have all kinds of intrusive sexual thoughts, as if some new flame of desire had awakened deep within her. They do say women reach sexual maturity later than men. More and more nights, she’d wake up wet and aroused, hoping that Steven would notice her squirming beside him and become overwhelmed by the mere thought of his wife aching for him. But it really never happened like that.

To be fair, Steven certainly did want sex sometimes. Usually in the morning when Rebecca was still too sleepy to want much. He honestly seemed more interested in the idea of starting a family than the actual physical component of… starting a family. Rebecca was still a bit ambivalent about the whole kids thing, but she was open to trying, and had gone off birth control a few months ago. She took the sex where she could get it though, and tried to make the most of it when Steven was in the mood. But he really wasn’t making it easy for her. His arousal seemed entirely unrelated to anything Rebecca did or said, and he almost never initiated anything outside of the bedroom. And even during sex, Rebecca was finding herself wanting more. She found Steven so sexy, and she wanted to feel him quaking under her, but he just seemed ambivalent. His orgasms were quick and weak, and he barely gave her any warning before they happened, and then everything was over. She wanted to hear him moan, wanted to see his eyes ravenous with desire.

So she was trying out something new today. Dressed only in a lacy black teddy with a matching thong, Rebecca waited for Steven to come into the kitchen and notice her. She could hear him make his way to the downstairs half bathroom. Dammit, she thought. She waited a few minutes until she heard the sound of the toilet flush, and then decided she was going to have to be a little more assertive.

“Do you want to come help me make the salad to go with the lasagna for tonight?” she called from the kitchen. Rebecca wasn’t very good at being assertive.

“Sure, honey,” Steven responded. “Is it urgent though? I need to send a couple emails before I forget.”

Dejected, Rebecca called back, “No, not urgent. It’s fine, go send your emails.” She continued preparing dinner, feeling more and more silly in her outfit. She closed the shutters above the kitchen sink, knowing that it would be dark soon. Shouldn’t let the neighbors see her odd choice of cooking attire. Ugh, I’m such an idiot, she thought to herself.

A few minutes later, Steven came into the kitchen holding his phone. Not glancing up, he said, “So, what do you need for that salad?”

More than a little miffed, Rebecca just stared at him as he continued to look down at his phone. Not hearing a response, Steven finally looked up at her.