Shad0w's Echos

Rayeanna's Shad0w

#nsfw #glass

The two naked women lay cuddled together. Meredith—pale, thin, but beautiful in her own way—rests on Rayeanna's chest. One hand subconsciously on her pussy, the other hand lying across Rayeanna's caramel-soft flesh. Rayeanna's curvy, soft body still radiating from their sensual sexual activity last night. Her hand resting on the small of Meredith's back, gently embracing the small, frail woman.

Rayeanna looked over at the naked sleeping woman and smiled at how good of a natural lover Meredith really is. Despite the fact she is very sheltered when it comes to black culture, she has a gentle, kind soul. She just needed the right person to unlock her.

Rayeanna was in between waking and sleeping, replaying last night. Everything from the exorcism to the sensual sexual healing ritual. She will never tell Meredith that it really was to help her heal. She just wants Meredith to bask in the glow of the moment while she actually gets to enjoy the sexual energy of another warm body that cares about her.

Rayeanna slowly stretched, gently stirring to start the day. She took a few moments to feel her surroundings and listen with and see with her spiritual sight, eyes glowing for just a few moments, letting her true self see the world. Always a guardian. Always watching. She didn't feel any dark energy from Meredith's home. Using her remote sight, she glided to every room in the house and the backyard. She sends a silent thanks to her spiritual familiars and lets them go on their way until they are needed once again.

She took a deep breath and sighed in relief. She can let her guard down a little bit. Another soul was saved from the darkness. The glow in her eyes fading as soon as it came.

She rolls over to check her phone. A missed text notification simply saying… “On the way. I'm bringing breakfast.” Her companion and silent watcher, Diana, was on the move.

Rayeanna slowly roused Meredith. She was sleeping peacefully. “Hey sweetie, wake up, we have breakfast on the way. A close friend is coming.”

Rayeanna watched Meredith's eyes widen, her pale skin flushing pink as she clutched the sheet instinctively, though it did little to hide the lithe lines of her body—slender hips, small breasts still marked faintly from last night's eager touches. Rayeanna lay beside her, her own fuller curves relaxed against the mattress, caramel skin warm and glowing in the morning light filtering through the curtains. She reached out casually, tracing a fingertip along Meredith's thigh, teasing the sensitive spot between her legs where her arousal had lingered so vividly just hours ago. Meredith shivered, her breath catching, but her gaze stayed locked on Rayeanna's face, shy and electric with that familiar pull.

“Friend? What do they know?” Meredith whispered, her voice trembling, body tensing as if ready to bolt. Rayeanna could feel the insecurity radiating off her—the woman who'd built walls so high she'd never let anyone in, let alone shared a bed like this. Let alone have her first lesbian encounter with a mysterious black woman with supernatural powers.

Rayeanna smiled softly, her hand sliding up to Meredith's hip, giving a gentle squeeze that was more comforting than seductive, though it stirred memories of Meredith's gasps and surrender under her. “Easy, baby. She's not just any friend—she's my wife, Diana. And she knows enough to understand why I'm here, why I stayed. Don't worry. We're poly, Meredith. Open. I texted her after we… connected. She always encourages and supports my decisions. Told her about the ritual, the banishing, and how special you felt in my arms after everything was over. She trusts me completely.”

Meredith's eyes glistened, her thin fingers twisting in the sheet. “You have… a wife…?” Rayeanna could tell Meredith was getting overwhelmed. She decides to use humor to lighten up the mood.

“You just saw a dark spirit leave your pussy and you are freaking out over this? Besides, Diana is not who or what you expect. It's a very long story. However, you have tapped into a world you barely understand. Your desperate cries brought darkness and light all so soon. There is no escape once you know the true nature of this world.”

Meredith decided in that moment to completely trust Rayeanna. She cannot deny the fact she has seen things she never knew could possibly exist. She needs all the help she can get to navigate the world now that the veil of possibilities has been opened.

“Diana and I have an understanding,” Rayeanna continued. “I chose to be here. I help others in need. You were in mortal danger and you needed someone to truly understand you. Right now you are vulnerable. The other side knows you exist now and the only way to keep it away is to build a support system. You called out to something powerful and ancient. Something like that doesn't just fade away without a fight later. I would hate to leave you alone again only to be consumed by darkness once again.”

Meredith's demeanor shifted from fear to calm. That sultry, raspy and sometimes other-worldly voice that Rayeanna has speaks power and admiration all at the same time. If Rayeanna speaks it, it must be true. Tears started to well in her eyes and Rayeanna continued to speak.

“This is the real wish you wanted.” Rayeanna strikes a pose in bed, presenting her nude body before Meredith. A sly smile forming on her face as her intense gaze commanded presence. Meredith began to throb again. The sexy golden goddess smiled and spoke again.

“You didn't want to be consumed by pleasure and need. That dark thing perverted your desires and instead latched on and tried to take your soul. What you needed were friends that understood all of you. Someone that understood your intentions with porn and masturbation. Someone that understood your black porn worship was pure.

What you created in that room is absolutely beautiful. You really do see us. You understand us. I know I am probably the first black woman you have interacted with like this, but I feel like you are 'one of us' deep down. Maybe you were one of us in a past life. I can't explain it. But I have seen so many things I can't explain in this world. You just make sense, just like my wife.”

With slow pause, Meredith calmed herself. This much thoughtfulness and kindness so soon was all rush for her. Her exorcism, her sexual encounter, the kindness, the understanding. She owes everything to this black woman. Her Golden Goddess… basically her savior in this new and confusing world.

“I owe you my life,” Meredith said. “I trust you.” There was a short pause. Rayeanna looked her in the eyes intently, but with a look of understanding and care.

Meredith continued, voice trembling. “But… no one's ever… I mean…” (she sighed) “I've never had real friends. People see me as cold, impossible. And after everything I confessed, what if your wife thinks I'm some kind of freak? Or tells someone? My reputation—”

Rayeanna shifted closer, her breast brushing Meredith's arm in a casual tease that made Meredith's nipples harden instinctively. Rayeanna chuckled low, her thumb circling Meredith's hipbone. “Oh, honey, stop. Diana's seen worse in her life—hell, we've both walked through fire. She's kind, strong, like me. Just… different. And listen… the way you opened up last night? The passion you poured into me? That wasn't just sex; it was raw and beautiful. You were saying thanks. You were finally seen. I've never felt a pull outside of my marriage like yours… Not like this. You surprised me too.”

Meredith sat in awe. The Golden Goddess approves of her.

“Your taste in porn… what excites you—it's not fetishizing; it's admiration, seeing us black women as powerful, real women.
Alive.
Human.
Flawed and fierce.
Equal.”

Rayeanna shifted. Her beautiful breasts and hard nipples swaying as she sat up in bed. The morning light caught her eyes just enough—a slight supernatural glow and a sparkle caught in the light. Her almost hypnotic voice still commanding every fiber in Meredith's being to listen.

“The world never sees us the way you saw me last night. I won't forget that. It drew me in because it's genuine. You're special, Meredith. Broken in ways that make you shine. I want to be in your life, help you heal. Be your friend. Diana gets that; she's excited to meet you. She wants to see what I see.”

Tears streamed down Meredith's face. Her body softening as she leaned into Rayeanna's touch. “No one's ever liked me… really liked me. Not like this. I don't think anyone could truly love me.”

Rayeanna's heart ached, pulling Meredith close in a tender embrace, their naked forms pressing together—her soft curves enveloping Meredith's fragility. “I do. And Diana will too. No exposure, no judgment. You're safe with us.” Meredith melted into her, sobbing softly, the weight of isolation lifting as Rayeanna held her, stroking her back with quiet assurance. Meredith shook and sobbed. Rayeanna was right. This was all she ever wanted.

There was a knock on the door. A very intrusive interruption to an intimate moment. It was too early to be Diana. Meredith composed herself. Rayeanna shifting to find something to wear. “There is a robe in the closet,” Meredith said softly. Meredith checked her doorbell cameras. It was the neighbors… a couple from the HOA… she sighed. “Let me go down and see what they want.” Spice from her old life was returning. Rayeanna looked intently, witnessing this latent fierce power come from someone who had melted in her arms only moments before.

Meredith and Rayeanna got dressed. Rayeanna stayed upstairs and Meredith was on a mission to tie up a loose end from her old life.

Meredith makes her way downstairs wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Her hair tied in a tight bun. No time for makeup, she just didn't care. Not anymore. Not for people that don't matter.

She opens the door wide—a picture of polite domestic calm. At the threshold of her home stand Harold and Janine, the neighbors. Janine visibly is shocked by Meredith's appearance. It wasn't like her to be seen… like this… no makeup… no restraint… Just Meredith. She wasn't even wearing a bra.

Harold was in his polo and golf jacket, Janine was gripping her phone like it's recording… just in case. Their eyes flick over Meredith's shoulder… looking, searching… clearly showing they have a motive outside normal conversation. Meredith sighs… they were so obvious. “Why are you here?” Meredith said, almost snapping.

“Meredith!” Janine chirps, a little too bright. “We… um… we saw the HOA chat. And… we just wanted to check. You know—make sure you're okay. We saw someone in your yard last night… We couldn't tell what was going on through our trees, but we saw a bright light… Then they walked back into your house… it was late and we didn't recognize them…”

“So you were spying in my yard? I appreciate the concern but I am fine.” The old Karen ways were returning.

Meredith pulls the door open wider, steps into the soft sun pooling on the front stoop. Her voice is still warm. Calm. Deadly if she wants it.

“Hey, I appreciate the concern, but she's a new friend. Nothing to worry over. Grown women can make new friends… right?” She tilts her head back—the old Karen simmering, not roaring. Harold and Janine slowly step back. Meredith makes eye contact with the phone camera and smiles… a smile of malice… but still a smile… She continues to speak, “As far as the HOA thing, it was a moment. I got sick. I cracked. I got tired… Harold. Janine. I had to make changes. It was time for me to live differently.”

Harold and Janine remain silent. As if they were waiting for something more to be said. As if they were waiting for Meredith to ask for help… as if a strange black woman was not welcome in her own home… as if something about the whole event was a threat to Meredith's life… Meredith's eyes squinted.

“Look, I'm not in danger. I'm not being taken advantage of. And I would appreciate it—truly appreciate it—if you didn't spread rumors or twist this into some weekend gossip,” She changes her tone… deeper… her old self fully awakened… “Because that would be a mistake.”

Janine's smile flickers. Harold shifts his weight. Meredith's eyes don't blink.

And just as the hush stretches too polite—the old Karen peeks out. Just enough. Her voice drops, sweet as poison:

“And if you do—if you do decide to make this a thing—I promise you both I'll rise up again and crush every inch of this street's peace beneath my heel. And you know I can.”

In the background, no one noticed the quiet electric car glide and park in the driveway. No one noticed the car door open and close. It was unnaturally soft, quiet, almost imperceptible. Despite the fact this person had combat boots on, not a sound was made as they walked from the driver's side to the passenger's side. Once again opening and closing the door with eerie silence. Even the fact they were carrying items like paper and plastic bags that should make noise, not a sound was to be heard. It was almost like this person was gliding in between. Visible, but not in this dimension at the same time.

Meredith was too focused on her unwelcome neighbors. Too intent to protect her castle. The naive couple too fearful of what they could unleash if they make the wrong move.

The mysterious figure made their way up the driveway and slowly glided to the front porch. A thick, sultry, syrupy voice makes her presence known.

It's Diana.

“Hey everyone, I'm Diana, is this… Meredith's house?”

Janine was the first to look back. She jumps. Then lets out a shriek. Harold turns and jumps. Eyes wide. Meredith's eyes dart in their direction also taken aback by the seemingly sudden and shocking appearance of Diana, her own Karen shield falling at the sight of this otherworldly woman.

Diana locks eyes on Meredith first. Completely ignoring the stunned married couple mere feet away from her. Her eyes have an intense, almost predatory stare. But they are more than that. They look feline. Something resembling yellow cat eyes. Too real to be contacts. Too mind-bending to let Meredith's mind think something else. Deep down she knew the implausible was probably the actual truth.

Diana had a look of knowing. She could still see some of the spiritual world after all. “Meredith, that is you…” She says… slow and sultry, almost deadly… very unnerving and gravelly, but still feminine. She could see Rayeanna's aurora all over this almost pencil thin white woman.

Meredith, Harold and Janine all stood still. Standing frozen in place. Diana, still focused on Meredith, starts to smile. It wasn't just any smile… It was a large and knowing toothy grin. Almost unnaturally wide, but just on the edge of human plausibility… It would almost be normal if it wasn't for the unnaturally long canines.

No one noticed how oddly quiet their surroundings were. Even the birds stopped chirping. The wind stopped blowing. Just the slightly panicked gasps of Janine breaking the silence.

Diana still had not blinked… She still maintained that same unblinking stare. It was very similar to the stare most cats give their owners as a sign of unnerving appreciation. Diana studied Meredith and her aura. Looking in paused silence. The whole encounter was unnerving for everyone. Rayeanna had talked to Diana about this… about trying to intentionally scare the humans for fun...

Meredith took this time to take in the rest of Diana's appearance. The rest of her was almost as equally striking but thankfully more human in appearance. However, she did look more like a creature of the night. She wasn't the kind of person to visit a Mega-Karen in a white neighborhood in the day time.

Diana stood framed by the morning light that barely touches her. She casts a shadow like she has an old and knowing secret. Her hair styled in a small soft Afro edged with electric blue metallic tips that flicker when she tilts her head. A dark slash of lipstick hugs her mouth. A line of piercings glint in one ear; a silver hoop flicks when she shifts her jaw.

She's in a short black skirt—high on her thigh, leather belt studded with tiny spikes that catch the porch light. Her tall boots lace up just below her knee, scuffed but proud. Her tattoo sleeve snakes over one bicep—black roses and barbed wire, a soft demon face hidden in the flowers if you dare stare long enough. A visage of her old form.

Her nails—long, black, almond-shaped, the tips filed to a slight talon curve. Between the eyes, the fangs and nails, Meredith had a knowing suspicion of Diana's true nature. Janine was visibly trembling at this point. She was clutching Harold's arm tightly in utter terror.

Diana was cradling two simple brown paper bags—one was full of fast food breakfast, and the other a bottle of dark rum that peeks out like a sly grin.

She continues to look Meredith up and down, still deliberately ignoring the neighbors who cowered in her presence.

Finally, she relaxes her toothy smile, and speaks again after that long pregnant pause. “Good morning, sweetness. That is you…” she purrs. Still unblinking. Her voice still deep, smoky, almost lazy less gravelly but some vocal fry. “You're even prettier than I imagined. So nice to meet you. May I come in?”

Harold swallows first… He's the first one to speak after Diana's arrival.

He pulls Janine by the arm, “I… think… we should go now.” Janine stammers a polite “Of course,” her fearful gaze never leaves Diana's face, this otherworldly being with cat eyes, dark skin and a toothy grin…Janine dares not to record any image of this frightful human shaped creature. Her phone long dropped down to her side.

Between Meredith's vow to return to her old self and the polarizing sudden appearance of this stranger, it was almost overwhelming for the HOA couple. They slowly step off the porch, like they've seen a ghost… backing away slowly. They eventually turn and walk away quickly. They don't look back.

Not once did Diana acknowledge them or look at them. Meredith was her only singular focus. She still had not blinked.

By the time they hit the sidewalk, Janine is frantically texting… not to gossip, but to spread the new gospel: 'Meredith is fine. Different. But fine. Best not to ask more. Don't ask bout her guests. Don't make any assumptions. She will leave us alone if we leave her alone.'

Rayeanna, wearing one of Meredith's robes that barely covered her, made her way downstairs just in case Diana would pull a stunt like this. She stood quietly out of sight until the neighbors left. She glided up behind Meredith and said softly “Hey baby, come in… stop scaring the humans.”

Meredith jumped at Rayeanna's sudden appearance… She was so focused on trying to understand what Diana was exactly. She never stopped staring. She didn't blink. Meredith was too scared to move. She turned and spoke nervously to Rayeanna… “That's your… wife?”

“Yep,” she says.

“I know… I'm different,” her voice full of sultry vocal fry “But Rayeanna said 'yes' when I proposed to her... so here we are.” The voice was no longer coming from the front porch. Diana had somehow made her way inside without making a sound... suddenly.. almost instantly. She appeared standing in the middle of the living room. Meredith gasped… now growing fearful. She began clutching Rayeanna's arm tightly…

Rayeanna shot daggers at Diana. Eyes faintly glowing if you looked hard enough.

Diana blinked innocently, “You said I could come in, so I did,” waving breakfast… the brown bag now audibly crinkling like normal. Birds began to chirp outside. Her cat-eye shine visible in the dimly lit living room.

Rayeanna said again with a sigh and a deep almost other-worldly threatening tone. “Stop. Scaring. The humans.” Even Meredith was rattled by Rayeanna's change in tone.

Meredith asked sheepishly…almost whipsering “Rayeanna, what is she exactly…?”

“Oh, my wife is a demon I accidentally locked in a human body. She's mostly harmless. She almost died once. She likes living.” She never broke eye contact with Diana.

She squints her eyes focusing intently on the eye shine across the room. “That's true… right baby?” a soft veiled threat under her voice.

Diana sighs and relaxes her stance. Her eye shine fades and the darkness in the room lifts… “Yes dear,” Diana speaks, softer this time… almost submissive.

Meredith watches as this clearly bonded couple settle a dispute with a knowing older than time… Meredith's world will never be the same again.

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