WestEnd
The girl knew she shouldn't be out so late. The night air, so cold, made her shiver as her body lost heat. The uniform she wore wasn't helping very much - the sweater was warm enough, but the skirt below only covered down to her knees and was loose enough that the cold caress of wind dimpled the flesh beneath with goosebumps.
A student at a magical academy, young enough to be somewhat innocent and yet not so young that she hadn't sampled a few of the world's pleasures. She had drawn his attention at the first sighting as he had watched from the shadows, attracted by both the vulnerability and innocence he saw in her as well as the blossoming of carnal desires he sensed in her spirit, her flesh.
He emerged from the shadows, dressed in nothing save for a pair of leather pants that clung to him in exquisite promise of the offerings beneath, seeming unaffected by the chill of the night air. Her wide-eyed startled expression was genuine as she saw him emerge from shadows directly before her, the look on his face warmth and undisguised desire for the lovely girl before him. As her eyes traveled along his form, looking him up and down, he could sense not only the fear of his muscular form but a deep flush of sensual want for what she saw before her eyes.
For a moment, he left her trapped there on the cusp of flight and lust, sampling the exquisite conflict of emotional tides, before he finally spoke. The voice was low, soft, what is called by some a dramatic baritone, the timbre and tone suffused with darkness and desire. "A good evening to you, young lady. Are you lost?"
He could see the instant effect on her his voice had - the relaxing of muscles poised to flee, the softening of the eyes that at the same time dilated with pleasure at the sound of his voice. For a long moment, she seemed unable to formulate the words she wanted to speak, her face flushing darker as blood filled the capillaries beneath. The smile on his lips was genuine, though not for the reasons she might have been thinking of. When at last she found her voice, she stumbled over the words. "N-no...I was...just caught out late..." Almost of their own accord her eyes wandered his body again as he moved closer to her, a slow, purposeful prowl.
He nodded as he approached closer to her, feeling the emotions running beneath the flesh. The fear that the rabbit has when it senses the fox closing in on it, the fluttering of her heart as that fear collided with lustful thoughts, licentious desires yet again. For a long moment both emotions warred within the girl as he moved closer, closer, his movement a slow, smooth stalking step. Finally, as he was only a breath away from touching, he stopped, feeling the heat from her as her whole body flushed with desire and longing. Speaking again, he used his low, magically tempting voice again, plucking at the heated desire he felt coursing through her soul. "Perhaps there is something I can...help you with?" There was no missing the subtle undertone, the suggestive implication.
At the sound of his voice, the fear was overridden. Her lovely throat moved as she swallowed, and as though drawn in by sheer magnetism she pressed herself against him, helpless. Gone were the stumbling words as she submitted to the prurient thoughts and physical desires running through her body, her voice lower, husky, smoky in its lust as his voice and presence did their work on her senses. "Well...I can certainly think of one thing I would like your...help...with..." The smile on her lips was as exquisite as any work of art as she pressed them to his, lips open in invitation.
His arms wrapped around her as she succumbed to desire. Inwardly he chuckled as he lowered her to the ground, its chill not noticed by her for the heady warmth that seemed to surround her, driving away the cold. Teasing fingers roamed up her legs, slipping up under the skirt to draw away the flimsy white cotton of her panties, followed closely by his lips trailing over the soft skin, drawing soft moans and gasps with each searing touch, each nip of teeth to the skin, until lips and tongue reached the core of her. The taste was exquisite, both from her flowing juices and flesh, as well as the sudden flame of her desire, her body arching under his hands as he licked pleasurably at the cluster of nerves to cause delicious sensations, then suckled, nibbled, relentlessly probing and tasting until her body stiffened and arched in climax.
But he was not done, oh, no. Moving again, the sweater was pushed up, the flimsy brassiere slipped aside as her breasts were revealed, each peaked in excitement as well as the winter's cold bite. His lips moved up so slowly as the leather pants he was wearing seem to vanish on a whim, though the girl never noticed, caught up in the tingling, tremulous sensations that rocketed through her flesh at his merest touch. His lips found the hard erect peak of her breasts each in turn, teasing, tongue moving in insistent circles as he suckled at her flesh, before he finally slid into her moistened, heated core.
The sensation was fantastic. She exploded in yet another climax at his entrance, a long, drawn out cry of sheer ecstasy as she wrapped her self around him, legs around his back, her fingers digging into his skin as he growled out his satisfaction at the penetration, feeding off of her desire, her hunger fueling his to greater extent as she began shouting out at him, crude words of sexual nature, spurring him on, driving him deeper into her flesh as he slid in and out of her, her cries of desire at times sounding much like pain.
Never did she realize, each time she climaxed that he fed off that sensual, lustful energy, gaining power from her desire and pleasure, and as her body grew weaker, her cries grew softer. Still, she begged for more of him, pled with him never to stop, until with a final, orgasmic shudder, she fell limp.
Drained of life through sheer, utterly unimaginable ecstasy.
Her last sight through darkening vision was of a hungry, rune-etched, winged beast with eyes of black, with skin the lustful color of deep, crimson blood.
Even with this last sight, her final, dying thought was one of licentious longing, of wanting more of the agonizing pleasure this strange, twisted creature worked upon her flesh.
He was sated once again as he moved away, slipping from the shell of her, leaving her body cooling in the cold night, to be found just as she was.
A lesson left behind...that pleasure and desire can have their cost.
The girl knew she shouldn't be out so late. The night air, so cold, made her shiver as her body lost heat. The uniform she wore wasn't helping very much - the sweater was warm enough, but the skirt below only covered down to her knees and was loose enough that the cold caress of wind dimpled the flesh beneath with goosebumps.
A student at a magical academy, young enough to be somewhat innocent and yet not so young that she hadn't sampled a few of the world's pleasures. She had drawn his attention at the first sighting as he had watched from the shadows, attracted by both the vulnerability and innocence he saw in her as well as the blossoming of carnal desires he sensed in her spirit, her flesh.
He emerged from the shadows, dressed in nothing save for a pair of leather pants that clung to him in exquisite promise of the offerings beneath, seeming unaffected by the chill of the night air. Her wide-eyed startled expression was genuine as she saw him emerge from shadows directly before her, the look on his face warmth and undisguised desire for the lovely girl before him. As her eyes traveled along his form, looking him up and down, he could sense not only the fear of his muscular form but a deep flush of sensual want for what she saw before her eyes.
For a moment, he left her trapped there on the cusp of flight and lust, sampling the exquisite conflict of emotional tides, before he finally spoke. The voice was low, soft, what is called by some a dramatic baritone, the timbre and tone suffused with darkness and desire. "A good evening to you, young lady. Are you lost?"
He could see the instant effect on her his voice had - the relaxing of muscles poised to flee, the softening of the eyes that at the same time dilated with pleasure at the sound of his voice. For a long moment, she seemed unable to formulate the words she wanted to speak, her face flushing darker as blood filled the capillaries beneath. The smile on his lips was genuine, though not for the reasons she might have been thinking of. When at last she found her voice, she stumbled over the words. "N-no...I was...just caught out late..." Almost of their own accord her eyes wandered his body again as he moved closer to her, a slow, purposeful prowl.
He nodded as he approached closer to her, feeling the emotions running beneath the flesh. The fear that the rabbit has when it senses the fox closing in on it, the fluttering of her heart as that fear collided with lustful thoughts, licentious desires yet again. For a long moment both emotions warred within the girl as he moved closer, closer, his movement a slow, smooth stalking step. Finally, as he was only a breath away from touching, he stopped, feeling the heat from her as her whole body flushed with desire and longing. Speaking again, he used his low, magically tempting voice again, plucking at the heated desire he felt coursing through her soul. "Perhaps there is something I can...help you with?" There was no missing the subtle undertone, the suggestive implication.
At the sound of his voice, the fear was overridden. Her lovely throat moved as she swallowed, and as though drawn in by sheer magnetism she pressed herself against him, helpless. Gone were the stumbling words as she submitted to the prurient thoughts and physical desires running through her body, her voice lower, husky, smoky in its lust as his voice and presence did their work on her senses. "Well...I can certainly think of one thing I would like your...help...with..." The smile on her lips was as exquisite as any work of art as she pressed them to his, lips open in invitation.
His arms wrapped around her as she succumbed to desire. Inwardly he chuckled as he lowered her to the ground, its chill not noticed by her for the heady warmth that seemed to surround her, driving away the cold. Teasing fingers roamed up her legs, slipping up under the skirt to draw away the flimsy white cotton of her panties, followed closely by his lips trailing over the soft skin, drawing soft moans and gasps with each searing touch, each nip of teeth to the skin, until lips and tongue reached the core of her. The taste was exquisite, both from her flowing juices and flesh, as well as the sudden flame of her desire, her body arching under his hands as he licked pleasurably at the cluster of nerves to cause delicious sensations, then suckled, nibbled, relentlessly probing and tasting until her body stiffened and arched in climax.
But he was not done, oh, no. Moving again, the sweater was pushed up, the flimsy brassiere slipped aside as her breasts were revealed, each peaked in excitement as well as the winter's cold bite. His lips moved up so slowly as the leather pants he was wearing seem to vanish on a whim, though the girl never noticed, caught up in the tingling, tremulous sensations that rocketed through her flesh at his merest touch. His lips found the hard erect peak of her breasts each in turn, teasing, tongue moving in insistent circles as he suckled at her flesh, before he finally slid into her moistened, heated core.
The sensation was fantastic. She exploded in yet another climax at his entrance, a long, drawn out cry of sheer ecstasy as she wrapped her self around him, legs around his back, her fingers digging into his skin as he growled out his satisfaction at the penetration, feeding off of her desire, her hunger fueling his to greater extent as she began shouting out at him, crude words of sexual nature, spurring him on, driving him deeper into her flesh as he slid in and out of her, her cries of desire at times sounding much like pain.
Never did she realize, each time she climaxed that he fed off that sensual, lustful energy, gaining power from her desire and pleasure, and as her body grew weaker, her cries grew softer. Still, she begged for more of him, pled with him never to stop, until with a final, orgasmic shudder, she fell limp.
Drained of life through sheer, utterly unimaginable ecstasy.
Her last sight through darkening vision was of a hungry, rune-etched, winged beast with eyes of black, with skin the lustful color of deep, crimson blood.
Even with this last sight, her final, dying thought was one of licentious longing, of wanting more of the agonizing pleasure this strange, twisted creature worked upon her flesh.
He was sated once again as he moved away, slipping from the shell of her, leaving her body cooling in the cold night, to be found just as she was.
A lesson left behind...that pleasure and desire can have their cost.