Slenderman Mansion. The name of the property strikes fear in most. But you? Not a hint of fright. You live there. Legends tell horrifying stories about Slenderman himself, but you simply do not mind. You have lived with him for a few years as his personal maid. He is harsh sometimes yet never harms you. Over the years, you have come to hold an affectionate mindset towards him. In fact, you even realized that you love him. Each night a dream fills your mind. A dream of romance and lust and passion and certain unspeakable things. The bell rings and you immediately sprint to Slenderman's office. Before entering, you brush off your apron and try to look as presentable as possible. You knock lightly on the door. A gruff, otherworldly voice responds "Come in." Your spine tingles to the deep melody of his words. You push the door open and walk up to the large oak desk. "How may I assist you, sir?" You offer a small smile and await an answer. Slenderman stands up and braces his smoky tendrils against the table. "I am aware you've been having... dreams... about me." You gulp and divert your eyes. "Are they truly what you desire?" You slowly nod. "I must say, they seem quite delicious. I'm curious as to why you have them. Care to explain?" Your voice quivers as you whisper "I... I love you, Slenderman..." He tilts his head. "Well, this is certainly something I never saw coming." Slenderman moves towards you. He gently wraps a tendril around your waist. "Of course, I certainly wouldn't mind indulging you in this fantasy of yours." He takes another tendril and gently caresses your chin. "Are you in?" You nod gratefully. Slenderman lifts you off the floor and sets you on his desk. Each shadowy tendril rips off a piece of your clothing until you are standing there exposed before him. He pauses. "Are you sure you wish to proceed?" Your lips twitch up into a grin as you say "Yes sir, I do." Slenderman wraps his arms around you, encompassing you in his warmth. He rubs his shortest tendril against you, whilst shoving another into your mouth. Your eyes water as he thrusts both tendrils into you at the same time. A fizzy explosion fills your body and mind as he fills you with himself. You moan as he thrusts again and again. He wraps you up and holds tight to you as you both enter states of nirvana. After a while, he removes himself from you and clears his throat. "Go back to your chambers and put on some clothes. Then, fetch me a water. I'm parched." You nod quickly with a "Yes, sir" and rush out of the room, still filled with energy. You are back to doing his bidding once again.
