0 comments/ 17153 views/ 2 favorites Dark Dreams By: ladynightseduction He heard her voice it whispered into his sleeping body, echoed down his spine, and stirred his flesh. The soft tones vibrated to life against warm skin, he turned expecting to see her and found only the darkened room. Its emptiness mocked him. Daniel’s hands tightened into fists it had been so real the voice. Something tugged at him, getting his body out of the bed and he stalked to a nearby window scowling out at the sky. A faint light a gathered, hundreds of stars like diamond shards dotting the heavens. The moon was only bare sliver of gray in the midst of the scattered gems. He shook his head again the voice seemed to ripple inside him, it was her tones and the soft sounds he knew to be hers. It called to him and he, even while shaking his head at this nonsense, pulled a pair of dark colored jeans over his lean body, and slid a pair of scruffy tennis shoes over bare feet. He stepped out of the cabin’s threshold and into the sifted dirt of the path, the oaken door swinging shut behind him. He was enveloped immediately in shadows, the inky darkness of his hair, blending in with the canopy of trees just to his left; he stood still for just a moment in a listening pose. His body turned a small circuit in place, before he frowned and headed off into the trees, leaving the light of the cabin behind. He didn’t question why he was going, only felt the urgency of the voice, as it seemed to grow ever more frantic. His feet moved faster, the dark path as quiet as a tomb. His hazel eyes, glowed with a faint hint of yellow, almost like a cat; his feet too were agile like the feline. Stepping over small branches, and slipping between bushes with hardly a ripple his head always turned to the sound. The path, plowed between a dense thicket of brush, and then out into a road, the asphalt gleaming under the light of the silver stars, and he walked silently along this easier stretch with the gait of one well used to such travel. Vaulting over a low fence, he stopped in the middle of a courtyard; the gabled end of a house could be seen just beneath a copse of maple trees. He turned toward the structure, breaking stride only once, to shift almost sharply to the left, towards a small building a wide rock wall surrounding it. He stepped carefully between the columns to either side of a wrought iron gate. The hinges squeaked in protest when he pulled it open to enter the area the voice had brought him too. “Greetings, my chosen.” He jerked upward, his head rising to Her face. It was She the winged one of his dreams. He knelt before Her, his hands outstretched in supplication, his eyes drank in the sight of Her, greedy and wanting. “My goddess,” words other than this failed him. He was in some portion of his mind sure it was an illusion, his mind conjuring Her up from the faint mist surrounding the upright stones. The obelisks stood as sentinels grouped around Her, in an ever-widening circle. A wicked smile curved Her lips, as She laid a hand upon his head, her fingers burrowing into the soft curls of his hair. With a sharp tug She fisted her hand around the sleek strands, and pulled him up. “My own.” She cooed at him, it was the only word, he could think of to use, and She devoured him with her eyes. The gaze hot and heavy sliding over him, her free hand went up to smooth over his bare chest. Goose bumps cascaded down his body, Her palm was like ice, a frozen gathering of fingers. The hand in his hair, came down like a comb, and parted the strands of his shadowy mane, in long twisting bits of silk. He shook all over, his knees buried themselves in the crackling leaves that gathered about the ground, and he settled back upon his heels savoring Her touch. He tipped his head upward then a quick gaze focusing upon the dark wings that beat a quiet pattern of sound around them. Like his heartbeat, they thumped in time to his increased breathing. The wrap of sound echoed against their flesh, and turned the small area into a cocoon of Her presence, the dampness of the air, the faint smell of jasmine, the tint of blood, all these things he gathered close, searing into his memory all the moments that were increasingly precious to him. He didn’t care what any others thought, they had told him, She was draining more and more of his life force, surviving by feeding off him. He shook his head and gave no more than a passing mind to it, he could have told them She never took anything he didn’t freely wish to give. The cold hand upon his chest, was freezing to his skin, and leeching his own body’s warmth away. He made a soft sound of protest, and She narrowed her eyes at him, voice a sibilant whisper in his ear. “Are you uncomfortable, my chosen?” He went stock still, worried She would be unhappy, and shook his head quickly in denial, embracing the icy touch by closing his eyes and concentrating instead on the hand buried in his hair. “No, Goddess.” These two words were etched with his desire to please, voice steady and spoken rapidly. She laughed, and moved the cold fingers and palm to his chin pulling it upward and holding it in place, the second hand slid from the raven curls to snake a sharp nail down his jaw line. Her eyes glowed with a hint of the frost that still flowed from Her hands, and Her voice questioned again. “Do you dislike My touch, chosen?” His heart dropped to a low throb, feeling a sharp need to debase himself at Her feet, for the error. Her hand at his chin prevented this and he barely held back the motion to move. His throat contracted, dry heaves as he gathered air to speak, putting all the pent-up feelings into the answer. “No, Goddess I crave Your touch, nothing else, makes me happier.” She smiled at this, the dark line of Her mouth, quirked at his words, and She curled the hand at his chin over, and traced the nail along his lips. “You carry My mark dark one, I chose you.” “You are mine”, and these next words were hissed into his ear. “I shall touch, taste, and satisfy My desires with every inch of you.” “No motion, no words, no amount of struggle, will stop Me.” And with that She dropped the hand from his chin, in a move so fast, it registered only as an ashen blur, and then intense pain, as Her nails ripped four long furrows in his flesh. His cry of shock echoed around the stones and he swayed, barely staying upright even his knees unsteady now. The scrawling lines burned into his chest, and leaked with the onslaught of thin watery blood. The agonized wheeze he exhaled as the lines began to throb and bleed harder, soothed Her. Her gaze went from boring into his eyes to the spill of life sustaining fluid. She brought Her hand up and like a child with a sticky treat, licked it off Her fingers with such intense concentration not a single stain remained. His body went taut, watching Her, the hardening flesh of his nipples standing out against the streams of scarlet liquid. A chuckle left Her lips, like a dissonant wail from a possessed lute its tone tightened even more things. His lower belly and abdomen clenched in response to that sound of darkness. His eyes dared a look to the wings that rippled with each movement She made, he was fascinated by them the slightest touch from those sleek, and satiny feathers made him rock hard. Just thinking of the caress, drove him mad. To be able to gaze upon them was a torment, he could scarcely stand, wanting even more to touch and stroke and lavish them with attention, each time he was allowed to view them. She stepped away from him and folded those extraordinary appendages back along her sides. Fluttering them a bit, preening. She knew how much the wings enchanted him. She kept them at times hidden, wanting each moment he gazed upon them to be something he would never forget. He delighted Her in every respect, coming to Her with only the desire to please, to give of himself. It was what drew Her here. His wants and needs, they gave Her so much pleasure to fuel, and then breathe life into, take and give in counterpoint to each other. She needed him it was true, but She gave of Herself in return. Nurturing his needs and accepting them, with no holding back. His vision blurred, and wavered. He blinked rapidly trying to clear it, and when he glanced back up again She was gone, the hackles rising quickly upon his neck, gave the only clue. She bent low over his forehead, curtaining the world away with the long strands of her hair. A damp odor assaulted his nostrils, the smell of earth, decay, and animal muskiness hit him like a blow, and reeling forward he was captured in Her arms, the swift motion keeping him close. A voice painted with tones of need he was used to slithered around his ear and was dropped against the rapidly pounding nerves of his vulnerable flesh. “Chosen, I must feed.” Her tongue snaked around the outer lobe and drug a moist path from his squared off jaw to the tautly held tendon of his throat. He quivered caught up in the dance. His breath blew outward in a long sigh that matched Her desires. “Please, Goddess all that I am is Yours.” He cried out, jerking with surprise, when the attack came. The blurring of pleasure and pain as Her teeth pierced the tender almost delicate skin of his neck. His entire body squirmed and tensed up for a solid heart pounding moment. Her waxen face turned upward and he slowly relaxed, the tendons and taut muscles going motionless as the flow of crimson liquid was slowly suckled from the wound. Deep throaty moans, vibrated up through his chest and neck before finally leaving his mouth in a tone that contained only ecstasy, and the blissful feeling of the joining. She was drinking greedily at the now steady stream, the whole of his life laid open before her, it tinged his blood with all the deepest secrets he kept. Nothing was hidden from Her, every feeling of pain, each one of pleasure vibrated through the veins that pumped increasingly harder. His heartbeat grew weaker, as the moments dragged on; She was so intent this night. He could feel Her quiver with each swallow of Her throat. She seemed to see into him by this exchange. Then all of a sudden this river of knowledge widened and began to run both ways. The whole of her existence imprinted itself upon him, his weak heartbeat almost failed, as the dark shadows in Her soul reached out to engulf him as well. Without a thought, he buried his own lips to her encircling arm, his human teeth ripping skin and tunneling inside flesh. His tongue began lapping at the gory mark like a cat with cream; dipping it swiftly into the bloody hollowed out wound at Her wrist. How She, shook his Goddess, Her face was still plowed into his neck, but Her wings rippled against him like a silken breeze, fanning the fire building in his loins to a fever pitch. He could feel a single heavy thump and then the beating of Her heart, and with this, the connection was finally severed. Her lips came back from his neck, coral tinted tongue licking at the corners of Her mouth, a small grimace floated across her face. She grasped one shoulder pulling him back. This time he was the one loath to let go, lips still holding tight around the pearlescent skin of her arm. She yanked the skin from his lips, and nestled her mouth onto his, savoring the last bit of the joining caught upon his tongue. Sucking this small bit of flesh into Herself. She drained every last bit of the hot blood back. A short peel of thunder shook the still air around them, and the atmosphere turned quickly, into a heavy shroud of damp mist Her wings, slicked back along the rigid flesh of her shoulders, and glistened with the trickling patter of the raindrops. Her face was tilted to the sky, and Her hands, tucked his body back into Her chest. “Do you feel that, chosen?” He nodded, Her eyes were full of delight, and He’d never seen her look so peaceful. “Have you heard of the aughisky?” Her tone was soft, full of wonder, and he tipped his head back to gaze up at the honey colored eyes. Her voice continued. “It’s a Celtic legend, the aughisky is a water-horse. They used to come out of the water, normally around November and gallop along the sands or over the fields, and if people could get them away from the fields, saddle and bridle them, they would make the finest mounts. But they had to be ridden inland, for if they got so much as a glimpse of salt water they would gallop headlong away. Carrying their riders with them, bear them deep into the sea and devour them.” At these last two words, Her eyes darkened, and She traced a nail over the tender, still leaking wound at his neck. Pulling Herself upright, She reached out a pale hand, and raised him from the ground. “Come My own, I shall walk back to your home, this night.” He brushed his hands down the length of a wet, scarred chest, and nodded. Falling into pace beside Her, She didn’t walk, but glided over the reverse of the path he’d taken. The soft wings, were folded up against the line of her spine, and only a few flutters as She bent around a low hedge caused them to ripple about Her. He bit his lip, watching. There was an intense, unspoken desire to see Her in flight, those wings used for what the creator intended. Her body no longer earthbound, but free to ride the winds, gliding among the stars. His mind was fueled by these images; they multiplied and split gaining montemum. No words were spoken, but She turned to him and smiled, Her eyes glistened and then traveled over his body in a slow appraisal. Before he could blink, She had taken to the skies, over the low fence that separated the field from the road. Her skin, and feathers gleamed in the soft light of the stars, the pale body reflecting back the delicate aura and bathing her in an eerie radiance. A sharp gasp broke from his mouth and he stood stock still, imprisoned, in awe of Her. His eyes widened watching Her drift lightly back to the ground. Reaching over the fence, She picked him up, as easily as he would a cat, and set him down beside Her in one fluid graceful motion. The rest of the walk back was done, before he could even process what he’d seen. Coming out of the daze, when reaching the cabin’s door, he turned to Her. She smiled, a slow melt in your mouth kind of smile. That curve of Her lips, instantly awoke the arousal, he’d fought down. She spoke no words, and moved no closer, and for one heart stopping instant, he was sure She was never coming back. Then just as quick a motion as the strike against his chest, She enfolded him in Her wingspan, cradling him close. Soft brushes of her lips came down his forehead, tender and teasing all at once. The wings cupped around his back, goose bumps breaking out and funneling down his body everywhere the gossamer ends touched. He closed his eyes, and focused on that satin-like caress. Excitement sluiced through his bloodstream in pounding streaks of need. She watched him tremble, the flare of his desires reading like a torch to Her sensitive eyes. He tried to back up, to reach for the door, but his body wouldn’t obey, it was held to her honeyed gaze with a dozen ties. The wings captured his tremors absorbed them, and fanned them back, becoming a silken cage around his form. Her claws came up, and they dug into his shoulder blades, as She squeezed him tighter in the enclosing embrace. He couldn’t escape, he knew this for a certainty, had She opened the cage, he wouldn’t have left, needing this touch as much She. His skin was on fire, blazing hot with those streaks of excitement still, his muscles contracting violently in places that he knew brought Her pleasure. She could smell it on him, the need. It flavored his scent with animal muskiness and brought Her heightened scenes awake. He radiated the heat; it billowed off his skin in waves. Bending over him, She licked the sweat, and slick warmth from him in small tastes like one would ice cream. A hollow here and there, a slide over bone, a wicking around muscular tendons, he tasted wonderful to Her. This elicited barely heard cries, they leaked from his lips unnoticed as he twisted and turned to every roll of Her tongue. Each sound drove the resulting touch longer and harder. She moved over his body with the precision of an artist, recording the favored spots, and moving always downward, over the lean chest. The small cries became harsh lengthened out, gained volume and drove his lungs to sharp pushes and pulls for air. A soft laugh, drifted out and She straightened and looked directly into his hooded eyes. “You seem in pain, chosen should I go?” Those wonderful hazel depths opened wider and looked back with a shake of his head. “You would take my soul with You, Goddess.” His voice dropped, roughened with emotion, starlight reflected off eyes full of sudden tears. All at once, She seemed to collapse to him, Her lips kissed away the trickle of liquid from his eyes, violent trembling shaking Her whole body. Her hands searched and found small pleasure spots with ease, stroking and raking them, with frenzied passion. The jeans, She ripped to shreds, growls crawling out of Her throat over and over. She knocked him to the moss-carpeted flower garden, his breath jerked out from the impact. His shoulders, and hips took the brunt of the fall, but he folded his body up quickly to catch Her as well. Pinning his hands, down with Her knees, She exhaled another laugh, and Her eyes shone like newly minted coins. A long serpentine tongue, wormed its way in between the shredded material of his jeans, to chase the jumping muscles of his thighs. His lower body convulsed and then lay still, breathing shallow and rapid. His cock strained and throbbed against the restriction of zipper and heavy fabric. His fingers, and heels dug into the damp earth, and whimpers drifted out. She taunted him, moving Her hands as if to release the swollen flesh, instead splaying them out along the tight ridge of his abdomen, and then moving to lick vigoursly along the opposite thigh. She could never get enough of him, each touch, each taste, each sound he made, thickened Her desires, and drove Her closer to the abyss. Breaking the embrace with a harsh growl, She unwound her body, and slid her knees out, and rolled to one side, watching him. His eyes followed Her, confusion for a moment looked out of them, and he took several long deep breaths. He swallowed a short rasping cry, when She dropped her head low over his groin, and slid the line of her cheek across it. He couldn’t stop it, the shuddering sound of need that ripped out of his throat, nor could he stop the immediate throbbing hardness that contorted his body in a dozen spots. It was then the sky broke free; lightning sundered the midnight blue turning it to lavender and gray. The clouds opened up and fat, heavy raindrops beat into their skin. This halted Her motion, causing Her to turn, and watch the liquid splash across the bare flesh of his body. It rebounded with each landing, fountaining back upward for a brief spray, which ran tiny rivulets down his chest. She crawled between his legs, Her mouth turned to chase the rain upon his skin. She fluted the snake-like tongue out, and around each drop, the rush of water, and his scent coated Her flesh, and soaked into Her lips, and trickled down Her throat. Her body clenched tighter, She needed to enjoy all of his human skin, inside and out. It was pounding in Her the taste. She gave a savage growl and tore Her lips free, strangling the intensity into something She could control. She pulled him up out of the damp earth, soil still clinging to his back. A soft purr rippled over Her lips, and She pressed them tight to his ear. “I could take what I want from you chosen, do you realize this?” “Yes, Goddess.” The voice was short, but the tone carried a hint of delight, as if he knew just how much She wanted him. She reached under the ripped fabric of his jeans, and grasped the hard shaft of his cock. Her cold hands brought a solid cry of pain from his lips. He twitched and trembled and locked his knees in place, bracing himself for the worst. Again the whisper came, low and wickedly pleased. “You want Me to take don’t you chosen?” Her nail raked the sensitive cock head, and he jerked, unsteady. A quiet stillness slid over his features, though it was a façade an illusion, his body strained for Her touch and recoiled from it all at the same time. A battle was being fought his flesh the battleground. The mind told him, to flee, and never look back. But the heart that pumped the blood She had taken from him earlier commanded him to stay. It was a primal fear, fighting an overwhelming need and in the end, he couldn’t tear himself away. Dark Dreams Zara heard her room curtains flapping about. She was warm asleep in her bed until she felt the icy breeze rake over her back giving her the chills. She pulled her blanket over her head and tried to dose off again, but a small nagging voice reminded her she had shut her window firmly before going to bed. With a start she leapt out of bed and slowly walked to her window. She drew the curtains open hesitantly and saw nothing but the old elm tree framed by pale moonlight. Relieved, she shut the window and turned around. Her eyes immediately caught the shadowy outline of a man. Her heart pounding in fear, she tried to scream but was frozen in place. Within a fraction of a second the shape moved lithely towards her and grabbed her arms. She was panicking as she tried to strike out. Half a scream got out before a strong hand covered her mouth. He, the thing, pushed her against the wall, his hands everywhere on her body. He pushed her sleep shirt up and his eerily warm hand held her lower back as his torso pushed hard against her. She felt his strong warm body against her pushing insistently. She knew she should be fighting him, disgusted and panicked, but instead her body defied her will. Feverishly limp in the strangers arms. There was a haze surrounding her, pushing her to submit. Their bodies pressed together felt so right. As her body arched to draw closer to this creature, and her breathing became heavier and strained, she knew that she was surely lost... Beep beep. The alarm went off waking Zara up. Her head pounding, she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. And then she remembered. The stranger. Her eyes opened in panic, but she quickly calmed herself. A dream, That's all it was. As she sat up she felt the familiar moisture between her legs. It was the same dream she had three nights ago. The sixth time she dreamt it. There were always different circumstances, but the same end. The same otherworldly man. She sighed as she slowly slid her hand down her taut stomach to her wet folds. She could feel his hard body pinning her hips against that wall. The dreams seemed to be getting more vivid. She rubbed herself sensually feeling the swell of her breasts toped by her hard nipples. Relief came as the pleasure radiated through her. She got up and showered readying herself for work. She picked a well tailored navy suit and coiffed her rich, thick dark hair into shape. A touch of eye make up accentuated her light brown eyes and she was done. She locked her apartment and got in her car and left. Zara was an apprentice in the graduate program of a well-known investment bank. She had graduated from university achieving her postgraduate honours in finance with distinction. Despite that, she knew she was lucky to have made it into the banks program. They were extremely selective. In the end she got picked as one of the 15 from 18000 applicants by lots of determination, courage and a fair amount of luck. As she walked into the modern building that the bank occupied she nearly knocked into something solid and tall wearing an Armani suit. She picked up his scent before she looked up to see who it was. Dean. Dean Trescott was her best friend since freshman year at university. "Green!" He exclaimed in his low, attractive voice. He gave her a devilish smile while rubbing his arm in false pain. "If you are trying to knock me out of the program, physical violence won't work," he joked. "Please, I won't have to resort to that to kick your ass," Zara joked back. She surveyed his mussed dark blone hair and the slightly disheveled way his suit hung on his muscular frame. "What happened to you last night Trescott? Did Ashleigh finally kick you out?" "No actually you're pretty close though. She found out about Rene..." "Ouch!" Dean had been staying with his latest girlfriend Ashleigh for the past month. They had the most dysfunctional relationship that I had ever known. Dean frequently had sexual encounters with other women, but so did Ashleigh. With other men and women. In spite of the frequent infidelities, they were hooked on each other. " So she got upset and threw you out and that's why you look so.. crumpled?" "Well she did throw me out. But that's not why I look like this." "No?" I questioned. "It was actually the make up sex. It was amazing. All 3 times. " I laughed and shook my head. "Do you wanna know what's the weird part? She made me describe to her in detail what Rene did. And her body in detail. That got her really wound up. She wants to drop in on me to meet Rene in person. It's going to be interesting..." "To say the least," I retorted. "I can see why you need the espresso," I remarked of the cup he held in his hands. We approached our offices now. Or rather cubicles. Hey were modern and spaced out but we were all on the open planned floor to encourage team work and interaction. Zara mused over Ashleigh. She was a stunning blonde that she and Dean met together at a party a few months ago. She came to talk to her and Zara found herself liking her a lot. She was incredibly sexy with a personality that was warm and open. Zara introduced her to Dean that night and the two of them fast became addicted to each other. Dean was irresistibly handsome and to add to that, wickedly charming. Dean and Zara though, had only ever been friends. Since the first time they met challenging each other at poker on the main hall at university, there existed a steady friendship and playful camaraderie between them. It was the competition but also the unfailing support that Dean gave her that got her through University and into the program. She had a few boyfriends through campus and many unwanted admirers that Dean helped her to fend off. He depended on her equally for advice and a stability they both lacked. Zara's parents were separated and barely registered she existed these days. Since her teen years they were caught up in a war against each other that seemed to diminish the world around them. They were unconcerned about anything else except to the extent and manner it could be used as ammunition against the other. Dean's mother had died when he was three, and his father thought that throwing money at him was all there was to parenting. The day wore on rapidly. It was the usual pattern of training and work that she had come to expect. It was challenging but monotonous. She couldn't wait to be done with training and on to starting her own project. There was a lot of talk about the takeover happening soon. The famous Alexander Cristo and his European conglomerate were buying a controlling interest in them. It was going to provide them with countless opportunities for expanding into new markets as well as exposure and financing they couldn't have dreamed of. She was rather excited to meet Mr. Cristo in person. He seemed to be a powerhouse of note. But extremely reclusive. He hardly ever made public appearances and information about him was rare which in this age of overexposure was altogether strange. At the end of the day she had agreed to have dinner with Dean and Ashleigh so she went to look for him. He wasn't at his desk. She had waited for him until the offices were nearly empty. She looked around and walked to get a file on a client to examine from the client resource library. The room was dimly lit as the assistant in charge of the room had left. She found the file and signed it out with her card. She heard noises. From further in the room. A woman's moan coupled with the rhythmic shaking of a shelf. She rounded the last shelf to find Dean thrusting into Tessa, the new HR trainee. They hadn't noticed her and she watched his cock slide into her wet pussy. The red head's skirt was pulled up to her waist and a lacy thong laid discarded a meter away. He had hoisted her naked butt onto the third shelf. Her legs were wrapped firmly around him and her shirt was opened with her bra cups lowered to expose snowy small but pert breasts capped with erect pink nipples, one of which Dean had in his mouth. Tessa bit her lips hard as Dean's thrusting came harder and faster. She was moaning loudly now. Zara's eyes were glued to the scene as she found herself overcome with uncontrollable lust. She restrained the urge to touch herself and walked away forcibly. What was she turning into? Lately everything seemed to be making her lustful. She felt the moisture pool between her thighs as she heard Tessa emit a high pitched moan that she knew meant the secretary had cum. She bit her own lips thinking about how it would be to experience that. She was still a virgin at 22. It was a joke she thought. But she refused to let any man near her besides Dean, let alone have sex with one. After what her father had done to her mother, she decided to trust no man. She didn't want a relationship. She couldn't just have sex with strange men either. Maybe that's why she had been having the dreams she mused. Boy was she messed up, she thought to herself. She packed up her things and left her desk deciding to leave Dean to his philandering. As she got into her car, he caught up to her. He got into the passenger seat. His Porsche was being used by Ashleigh today so he was supposed to get a ride with her. He was buttoning his shirt, his handsome face contorted into a wicked grin. "Someone's a peeping tom," he said. He had just cum harder than he had in a long time. Zara had no idea how she turned him on. Just thinking about her watching him fuck Tessa made him stiffen again. "Next time you want to rendezvous with a girl, please don't make plans with me and keep me waiting," she said archly. He chuckled good naturedly. She joined him. "So, was it good?" she asked saucily. "I never knew she had such great breasts." This was banter they often shared. Zara appreciated the feminine form and would join in the usual guy talk about hot girls and their bodies. Dean once again imagined his favorite fantasy of Zara and Ashleigh together. His hot blonde girlfriend and his sexy, breathtaking brunette friend. "Yeah she was." He decided to add something risky. "They aren't nearly as great as yours though." She stiffened a little. Her eyes meeting his. He felt like taking it back. The truth was he was mad about Zara from the first time they met. She blew him away. She had a stunning body that was comparable to any of the Sports Illustrated magazines he coveted. But more than that her personality was addictive. She knew so much about any topic he could bring up. She was intelligent. Not just worldly but deeply insightful. She seemed to be on another plane completely than the normal world. And no matter how much they shared and he learnt about her, he still felt like it was just the part of the iceberg that was above water. The 80% of her that was submerged intrigued him. He sensed untold wonders that he wished he could unlock within her. He worked hard to get this close to her. It was why he never confessed his feelings about her. He had watched countless guys who expressed a romantic interest in her crash and burn and he knew to gain her trust and know her, he would have to hide his feelings. It was worth it now. Her friendship was invaluable. And just having this proximity to her was something he couldn't lose because he couldn't live without it. 'Trescott, when have you seen them?" she demanded. Jokingly but he detected the slight edge. He sighed inwardly. When hadn't he noticed them. The woman was fucking gorgeous. He caught glimpses of her tits when she wore tight fitting tops, which was rare. He savored the rare glimpses he got. She had at least C cups. On her lean frame they looked incredible. It was tragic he thought bitterly. Dean Trescott had everything. He could have any woman he wanted. He knew that. It was easy. But this woman... the one he wanted more than anything. He pushed the dark mood away and responded pleasantly with a joke about how it would be easier to see a nuns rack than hers. Zara blushed a little at his comment. She was determined not to be taken as a sexual object. She had huge dreams and plans to be built on her business acumen and her work. Not her body or sex. She was just uncomfortable about showing herself off in that way. The unbelievable thing to Dean was that she didn't seem to notice the attention she got or be aware of her beauty. It was frustrating. Particularly now that they weren't at school anymore. It was the real world. He perceived that it could be used against her. He vowed to protect the vulnerable 17 year old he met. He worked extra hard to get into the prestigious grad program she was headed for. Of course his father helped a bit. He also felt that by not exploring her sexuality, she was holding herself back. He believed that if she found the confidence in herself that she hid along with her body, she would be unstoppable. And way out of his league he reminded himself bitterly. They reached the sumptuous loft style apartment he shared with Ashleigh and they had a splendid dinner. Zara and Ashleigh shared intense conversations about many different things. Ashleigh had studied art in Paris and their conversation ranged from impressionism to Polynesian cuisine. He was content watching them. His girlfriend, like him, was smitten by Zara. Their mutual passion for her was one of the things that cemented their relationships. He imagined how horny Ashleigh would be tonight. They would fantasize about a threesome with Zara and then fuck like rabbits. He couldn't wait. ............................................................................................................. That night she dreamt again. The dreams however were not the usual lustful dreams she had. This dream was tinged with trepidation. The stranger was there, she could sense him. He was talking to someone, or something that filled her with crawling fear. She sensed the evil beings displeasure. The Stranger from her dream then said, "I will get her. Soon." That seemed to appease the evil shadow. The dream faded and she woke up. She showered and dressed a little more carefully than usual. Today Alexander Cristo would be visiting. In their large firm, she knew she wouldn't meet him. But she might see him. That made her unexplainably excited. She settled on slim fitting pants with a jade green fitted blouse. Over that she added a similar green coat. She brushed her dark mass of hair and left it open to pool down her shoulders and upper back. As she walked to her desk, she was vaguely aware of getting more than a few stares. She rarely wore any color except navy and black and attributed it to that. At her desk Dean came over and whistled as she removed her coat and checked her mail. "Greene wearing green," He joked. "I think the last time I saw you in color was the summer of May 06." She swatted him away and laughed. Something was changing within her. He could sense it and she could feel it. After lunch they went into the company's presentation theatre. That was to be their first look at Mr. Cristo. She sat in the middle of the theatre. When he came in she felt all the women in the room breathe in collectively. Alexander Cristo was beautiful. She felt stunned. He had dark hair. A face that was exquisitely chiseled. A muscular, broad shouldered body sheathed in an impeccable suit. He was unearthly. He had dark blue eyes that glittered. She barely heard his speech but could tell it was quite stirring and impressive. He kept it short and made a good natured joke when leaving for the office he would occupy occasionally in their building. As he left she could swear they made eye contact and he held her gaze for about a second. And then he was gone. She probably imagined it, she thought. It was late already. She shuffled her papers together and packed her laptop away. She was working on a complicated model that she knew would be a perfect pitch for one of the biggest clients they would ever get if they landed it. She put her coat on and walked through the deserted passage to the lifts. As she rounded a corner she saw him. If he was beautiful from far when she had seen him earlier, up close he was devastating. He was walking the opposite way and as he saw her he locked her gaze. She knew he was beautiful, but that wasn't what drew her in. It was something else. In that moment she felt as if the life she knew before him was crumbling away and her future was inexplicably entwined in his. He was now inside her. His essence now pumped through her, scorching her as it delved deeper and deeper into her. Her senses delayed, she realized she had dropped her file and bag. She knelt down to pick it up and he knelt down to help her. As her fingers enclosed over the file on the floor, his did at the same time. Their fingers touched and she pulled away as if burnt. It was electric. For a few seconds they were frozen. Suddenly he grabbed her arms and hoisted her up. Not harshly but firmly. He held her against the wall with his firm body pressed against her. His scent was what hit her first. It was heady. She realized she was looking at his chest. He had on a stark white shirt with a designer tie. He put his hand under her chin and gently lifted her eyes to meet his. Her body felt like it was alight. She needed him. It was simple. Unearthly desire coursed through her. Her coat had fallen open, and through her thin blouse and lace bra, her nipples stood erect. Her hips pressed against his shifted, conscious of their proximity to the only thing that could satisfy her. His hand was on her lower back, lifting her blouse to meet her skin. She felt as if she would melt in his arms. He moved his perfect lips closer to her soft, full red ones. She wanted this now. And then suddenly he pulled away. He deftly picked up her file touching her hands lightly as he placed it within them. Her disappointment was clearly etched in her face. He gave her a mystifying yet wicked smile as he turned and walked fluidly away... She was frustrated when she got home. Why didn't he just kiss her? But more than that, how could any man have that effect on her. She could have fought him, turned away, ran. But then she would know inexplicably, that she couldn't have done anything. That just left her with scorching desire and the question of why didn't he just kiss her. That night she dreamt of the stranger again. At her house. Against the wall. This time a strong gust of wind came in and blew the curtains open, letting in a sliver of moonlight. It illuminated the strangers face. She gasped both in her dream and out. She awoke with a shock. It was the face of Alexander Cristo... Dark Dreams I awake from a deep sleep, dark dreams of him. I don't see you. I am still half asleep, but can smell you. An ice cold chainmail single tail whip presses against my throat. My body pinned to the bed by yours, unable to move. Your voice growls in my ear. "Go ahead. Scream. No one can hear you." I know not to waste energy, I am going to need it. Believe it or not, I feel safest in your hands no matter what they are doing to me. This includes scaring and torturing me. You would have to know my Wolf to understand what that means. I never thought I could call anyone Sir. Now I can; think of calling you anything else. It comes to me as easily as breathing. "What should I do with you little girl?" You bring my attention back quickly. You move the chainmail just enough for me to answer. "Whatever you desire Sir." You try to hide a smile. It is a cheat and we both know it. I know this answer will always please you. You sit up, still straddling me. I feel the leather of your chaps grazing my thighs. I am delighted to feel only skin in addition. You leave the whip across my neck, while you run your hands over my body. You own every inch my skin. Your hands caress my torso, sides, and stomach. They firmly cup my breasts. Your thumb and forefingers catch my nipples. I groan as the pressure increases. It hurts, but it doesn't. You know exactly how to torture me best. Leaning down, you take one nipple in your mouth. I wrap my hands into your thick hair and pull you down into me. You respond by biting it. I gasp in pleasure, you are amazing. You take your assault to the other lonely nipple. You have to use your hands to pin my shoulders down. My squirming has become too much for you. Your mistake in only having my shoulders, I am still able to reach up and grab your nipples. I've thrown you off your mission. You relax your hold on me and close your eyes. I love the waves of pleasure that cross your face. You growl and try to push my hands away, but I hold on tight. I flick your erect nipples with my fingernails. Shuddering, you need to hold on to me for a change. You can't help but sink completely down onto me as you cum, over and over. Your ragged breath is my reward. I hold you on the edge, knowing if I let go you will overpower me sending me deep into headspace. You try to rise and I grab your left nipple with my teeth. I have it captured and dare not move. I roll my tongue over it slowly back and forth. You jump feeling all the tiny shocks. I know I'm pushing my luck. You lean forward suddenly and rip my hands away from their pleasure. I have gone too far for too long. You lean down on the whip, I have forgotten about. The delicious tension pulls across my throat. You stop short of cutting off my air, this is not breath play. You do this when you want my full attention, and trust me when I say Sir, you do. You lean down in close to my ear again. I am expecting you to bite my neck, but nothing. I have to gasp for air, because I didn't realize I was holding my breath. The wait is excruciating, I can feel your breath against my cheek. "Please, please, please." I beg in tiny panted words. "Oh, is there something I can help you with?" The teasing in your voice is agony. My head is spinning. I desperately need to cum. I am teetering on the edge of sanity. Only you can take me to this place. "Would you like me to leave you and let you go back to sleep?" Your voice brings me back to you quickly. "Please Sir, make me cum" I still speak in a whisper. "Cum." You order me, short and simple. You release the pressure of the whip on my throat. I scream, arching my back nearly throwing you from me. My toes curl, my skin tingles. My pussy throbs and contracts. I can feel cum running down my legs. I explode into an amazing orgasm, sending me deep into head space, just where you want me. "Good girl." You whisper into my ear. My head hangs in submission at your words. Those words bring me great joy. I live to make you happy. You kiss my forehead and pet my hair. This initial exchange always takes the most out of me and you are always so very gentle, after. I am so comfortable and I could lay her safe in your arms for days. I slide down so that I can reach your hard cock. I gently kiss your thighs, enjoying the smell of leather from your chaps. I run my nails down them in between the kisses. You sigh and roll onto you back, so that I can have full access. Spreading you knees so that I can make myself more comfortable, I lean in so you can feel my breath. I kiss my way to your balls. I gently take each of them in my mouth and suck them. I run my tongue around them caressing them. You breathe deeply enjoying the worship of your manhood. I take the tip of my tongue and follow the contours of your penis. I enjoy the veins and ridges. I swirl the very tip, dipping my tongue into your slit to taste your pre cum. Your hand wraps my hair and pulls just hard enough to let me know you are done with my teasing. I kiss down your length, loving the taste of your skin. I can't help myself. I pay special attention to every millimeter of you. I slide the whole thing into my mouth. I use my tongue stud to help me swirl and tease you. I am in a world of my own. You pull my hair suddenly and I am pulled off of you just as your balls start to tighten. I had you right on the edge. I am shocked you are denying my biggest pleasure of drinking every last drop of cum from you. Your firm grip on my hair tells me this change in events isn't to be negotiated. "I want you on your back." I nod the best that I can. You lead me up the bed and place my head on a pillow. You tell me to behave or be tied down. I agree quickly, I hate being bound. You bite my neck, passing your energy through it. I cum for you. My juices run down my legs and drip on to the bed. My nipples ache against the pressure of you on top of me. You deepen the bite and growl into it, and I cum again for you. My body aches for more. "Mine." You growl deep into my neck. "Always." I gasp, you already know the answer, and it is just formality. "Let's try something new." The chipper note in your voice worries me. "As you wish, my Sir." My voice is confident, even if my body is not. You spread my knees, running your nails down my thighs, making me jump. I feel you get in to position, and thrust deep within me. I cry out your name, the exquisite pleasure torments me. My eyes are closed; this is a very familiar act that I enjoy greatly. The single lick of light sting makes me gasp and jump. I can't move far because I am pinned to the bed by your fabulous cock. I begin to shake when I open my eyes and see that you have picked up your chainmail single tail again. You know I am terrified. Calmly you lay it across my belly and reach for my throat. You place both hands around my throat and I calm instantly. You make me look deep into your eyes. "Trust me." You beautiful eyes never lie to me. "I always trust you." I answer promptly. You gently let go of my throat, fingers lingering along my neck and jaw line. You reach for the whip. You start ever so easily swinging the whip, gently flicking my belly. I jump every time it kisses my skin. You groan, because I am squeezing down on your cock every time I jump. You walk the licks up my belly to my breasts. You tell me to hold my very large breasts together to give you a better target. I do, and the strokes across my nipples are amazing. My head is going mushy. I am hoping you can keep your concentration as my hot, wet pussy is trying to strange your iron cock. My pale skin shows the slightest of pink marks, marks that will be gone within a few hours, but oh so delicious now. You begin to thrust deep within me in time to the lashings. You walk the whip further up to my neck. I raise my chin for you to have full access to my neck. Nothing happens. I open my eyes to see you looking at me. You look a bit stunned that I am offering up myself for you to do whatever you wish. I nod then close my eyes again. I feel the touch of the whip graze my neck, over and over. You very slowly and gently move up to where you are whipping my face, it's more sensation then pain. You are gently rocking into me as you do. You send us both completely over the edge. My toes curl, a scream comes from deep within my soul. My hands reach for the bed, my fingers clutching the sheets. Your hot seed pulses deep within me, yet again claiming me as yours. You cover my body with yours. You lean in close and tell me you aren't done with me yet. To be continued... Dark Dreams All characters in this story are 18 years or older. ______________ (Sage) Borrowed blood raced through my veins as my hips rocked into the hot feminine flesh beneath me. Dainty nails raked lightly down my taunt muscular back, bowing my spine. A deep groan rumbled up through my chest, escaping from my panting lips as she rose up to meet my pounding thrusts. Hot breath scorched the curve of my ear in quick small puffs as she clenched her velvet heat tighter around my aching member. "Bite me," she moaned, tilting her blond head to extend the perfect pale stretch of skin. God I was so close. Wrapping my muscled arms around her, I held her close as the first ripples of her orgasm rocked through her small frame. Parting my lips, I flashed glistening fangs in the moonlight before I sank them into her tender throat. Screaming in ecstasy, I felt her nails dig into my sides, drawing blood, as her inner muscles clamped down on my pumping hard organ. Stomach clenching, I groaned softly in between gulps of her hot crimson essence. So close. Hips blurring in my need for release, I fucked the woman in arms for all she was worth. Relishing in the sweet sounds she made, I didn't notice that her heart beat was growing fainter while mine pounded against my ribs like a caged animal. I gave one last thrust and felt the overwhelming pleasure pump into the petite warm body. Her name was a praise on my lips. Pulling away from her pale throat, I rose up above her with clouded green eyes as I sent shot after shot of my cum deep inside her pink folds. Arms shaking, I fought to keep my weight from crushing her as the golden edge faded from my vision. Looking down with a heaving chest, I focused on her upturned face and froze. Her sightless blue eyes stared up at me. My frantically beating heart stopped. I had killed her. _________ Gasping, I shot in bed with the feeling of horrified remorse I awoke to every time I relived this particular nightmare. Throwing the black sheets away from my shaking form, I swung my long muscled legs over the side of my king sized bed. The erection I first woken to had deflated the moment my shame washed throughout my body, cleansing me of any desire I had felt. Jewel had been the first and last mortal I had let myself fall in love with. Being with her had taught me a hard won lesson. Even though I looked like any other human being, I was still just a demon. I had let my lust for completion override my lovers life. Losing all control as I did with her had taken her out of my damned immortal life. Scrubbing my hands over my face, I stood and walked nude from the rumpled bed. It had been almost fifty years since that night and I still dreamt of the incident. For half a decade I awoke to the deep regret that weighed my limbs down and hollowed out my heart. Never again would I take a mortal lover. I didn't trust myself enough around their fragile beings. Padding across the cool marble floor, I headed to the rather large bathroom joined to my massive bed chambers to the wide glass shower stall. Opening the clear crystal door, I reached out to turn the sleek silver handle to start up the hot water. Stepping into the hot streams, I leaned my dark hair against the cool glass. Resting my forearms against the fragile wall, I let the water beat down my back in scolding streams. I felt chilled to bone. Like my soul was tainted with the cold reality of what I had done. If only I could wash away my memories. _______________________ (Stella) Sighing heavily, I leaned against the bar and watched as my best friend, Violet, let herself be surrounded by a group of horny studs. Just by the looks of the cocky attractive men, I knew the only thing on their minds was how quick they could get a nut off. Too bad Violet only liked to flirt and dwell in the attention. Throwing back the last of my rum and coke, I licked my pale full lips. Setting the glass on the spotless black counter, I thanked the blond bartender that had breasts the size of huge melons. Jesus. I promote women up sizing their jugs and all, but damn. When the breasts out weighed the body, then they went over board. Turning away with a small shake of my head, I headed towards the flock of cocks and my tipsy friend. I needed a cigarette and I didn't want to leave Violet unattended. I didn't trust the throng of raging boners to keep it in their own respective pants for the few minutes I would be out. Pushing through a crowd of people, I reached the cluster of men pawing my giggling friend. Batting her baby blues at a tall dark and handsome guy that had an easy smile, she didn't notice me standing amongst the admirers. I watched as she trailed pink painted nails down his broad chest, cooing sweetly. Oh lord. She was at the touchy feelly stage of her buzz. Not good. Stepping up to her, her stud's brown eyes noticed me first. His eyes were bright with intelligence as a wide grin curved his mouth. Not bad for a stud muffin. "Howdy," he drawled in a lazy deep, rather pleasant, voice, "you must be Ms. Violet's friend she keeps talking about." My dirty blond brows rose in surprise. Flicking my gaze to Violet, she smiled sheepishly. "Well, that's...new," I murmured. "This is Gregory. I was telling him about the paintings you do. He's an artist, too." Giggling, her tan cheeks flushed prettily as she glanced at her painter. Nodding softly, I didn't know if I wanted to be angry or not. I didn't like my personal life broadcasted. Clearing my throat, I decided to change the subject. "I need some air, will you come with me, Violet?" Blinking her blue eyes at me, I saw the yearning in their depths. She must really like the guy to get that hurt puppy dog look in her eyes. Sighing, I smiled and nodded in understanding. A smile blossomed on her face, making her tanned skin glow. "Thank you!" she mouthed. Turning away in my black heeled boots, I continued through the maze of withering bodies that smelt of booze and sweat. I had a few people paw at me along the way, but most of them left me alone with a small shake of my head. Thankfully. Only two needed the fuck off glare before that got the message. When I reached the black exit door, I shouted at the bouncer that I was heading out for a cigarette. He nodded and opened the bulky door for me. Stepping out into the cool darkness lite only by a street lamp, I heaved a sigh of relief. Digging the slim silver case from the back pocket of my tight blue jeans, I pulled out a cigarette and replaced the case. Digging in my front pocket for my purple dragonfly lighter, I lite the cancer stick. Pulling on the cig deeply, I watched the red end flare before I drew it away from my full lips. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, I moaned softly. Such bliss. A deep masculine voice sounded in the darkness. "Such joy you take in something that will take years from your fragile life. I never understood why humans choose to inhale such chemicals into their bodies." Jumping, I turned guarded blue-green eyes as a tall figure stepped out of shadows outside if the light. Green eyes flashed silver for a moment as the light reflected on their depths. Black eyelashes surrounded those surprising orbs. Swallowing my pulse, I felt drawn to the utterly masculine planes of his breathtaking face. He was pale with black ruffled hair and a strong muscled physique to boot. He was like the rippling muscle in a dark dream that gave off sex like he breathed. "Humans?" I breathed, having to struggle to recall what the stranger had said. "You make it sound as if you are not one." Full lips curved softly, "Perhaps I have said too much." I frowned, putting my cigarette back to my lips. "Or maybe not enough." Stepping towards me, my eyes were drawn to the ripple of muscle beneath his black tshirt and fitted black jeans. He moved with such grace and surety. Like a predator, he moved as a power within itself. "Normally I wouldn't indulge in socializing, but you're intriguing. What would you like to know?" he asked in a deep voice that stroked my senses. With each word that he spoke, I felt my heart rate go up. Sweet lord. Just the sound of his rumbling tone had my thighs clenching together to ease the pressure on my throbbing clit. This unknown male had me pulsing with arousal and all he had done was stand there and talk to me. Questions flew through my mind, but most of them revolved around easing my sexual discomfort. Finally I settled on, "If you're not human, then what are you?" Green eyes flashed as he regarded me. "What I am, my sweet one, may contradict what you believe is true." Dropping the hand that held my forgotten cancer stick, I asked again with my pulse on the tip of my tongue. " What are you?" Suddenly his intimidating muscled form was standing in front of me, his broad chest inches from my startled face. Looking up, I met his smoldering green gaze with wide blue-green eyes. His kissable lips parted and one word whispered from them, "Vampire." ____________to be continued____________ Well that was the first chapter. I hoped you liked it. Pleaded feel free to leave a comment. 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