0 comments/ 20898 views/ 3 favorites Into the Lake By: ellyenchants He moved carefully through the tall green reeds, wiping spidery webs of grass from his brow as he went. His hands moved steadily from one sandy patch on the bottom of the lake to another. The silvery fish darted in and around the motion of his muscular body. He now had full view out across the water to the granite ledges that lined the ancient lake's western edge. The last of the summer sun's twilight rays moved across the wet ripples, just as a full white moon was rising above the evening mist. The water was cool and fragrant. He inhaled deeply and commit the scent of it to his memory. If the Goddess showed him favor, he would be captured this night. If he were blessed, his mouth would savor the sweetness of the earth itself, shrouded in the mysteries of the Lady of the Lake. His cock was growing hard and ready with anticipation, despite the water's degree. His muscles tensed as he continued along the shoreline. He paused first at the sound of a thrush, then again at the croaking of a frog. She moved silently through the water. Behind and beneath him. Pausing as he did, then onward in his wake. Her soft breasts were full and her nipples were hard with her own excitement. He was not her beloved, whom she sought. This Mortal from the Village was but the prelude to their ritual. And, he was their chosen one. Knowing this excited her more. She moved faster to quicken his senses. That he might know she was there, but not know when she might strike. She enjoyed his anticipation as much as her own. The water, wrapping itself around her arousal, soothed her hurried desire. She suddenly realized her moment and reached out her firm hand. Grasping his feet, she pulled his nude and now writhing body alongside her own. If she could reach his lips he would belong to her. This night she would possess the magic to afford her such freedom, as only the solstice might bring. It happened quickly and he was not prepared for her strength and speed. His body reacted with a jolt. Before he could comprehend the capture he so desired, he was moving to the deepest part of the lake. His breath quickly escaped his lungs and his arms stretched to reach for the surface of the lake. It was fast and furious, the shift in his mind to relax. To wait for the coming rush of air he needed so desperately. When it did finally come, he found himself resting on the shore, beneath the great stones. Her mouth came to his then, and his breathing subsided. Her lips were full and searching for his passion. She pressed her mouth to his and he responded with a lust to match her own. They savored the taste of one another. Heartbeat matched heartbeat. Breath matched breath. She felt the kiss grow within her, freeing her power. Strength pulsed throughout her body. She moved her hands across the smooth skin of his chest. Ran her fingers over his hardening nipples. Then she bent to tease and suck them with her tongue. He moaned and reached his arms out to her for a warm embrace. Searching for her mouth again, his lips sucked and bit at hers. He held her closely then, his lips pressed to hers, his tongue reaching deep and dancing with her own. Her breathing came hard, as he rolled her beneath him and drew his body back. He was quite suddenly kneeling between her legs. He stretched them wide with his hands, and opened her thighs. He watched her arch her back and raise her arms above her head, while her fair breasts rose to the darkness of the deep sapphire sky. It was his time. He bent forward and with his mouth he sucked hard upon one erect nipple and then the other. His hands reached for and held her own. Their fingers entwined as if clinging to life itself. Then their mouths gently sucked and bit and kissed once again. He reached a hand down along her flesh. Across her waist. Along her hips. Down between her legs, to where her clit was surrounded by soft curly hair. There, he began to gently move his fingers over the delicate folds. She was already flowing wet with cum and ready for him. He reached a finger inside. Then two. Then three. In and out he moved them. Massaging, probing, luring her body to release every tension, until she lay limp. Belonging to him and only him. There was a sound in the trees and brush nearby. A movement. The rustling of leaves. The snapping of a twig. Out from the darkness the man stepped, into the soft glow of evening air. He was the Knight of the Castle. The legend who kept all their dreams alive. He also was nude. His own muscular body was slicked with sweat. His hand was on his hard cock, shiny from early cum, and moving slowly up and down. He paused some distance from the Mortal, who bent over his Lady. Then he lay casually on the sloping ground near the shore. He was close enough to observe and still far enough to leave the couple undisturbed. His hand kept a steady pace, moving along his shaft, then under his balls, then back to his shaft. Slippery and wet and hard. The Lady lay as if in a trance, not moving and not knowing when the next sensation might overtake her. The Mortal had raised his head, if only for a moment. He had seen the Knight, who nodded to him with approval. It was the unspoken request for the Mortal to continue what he knew was his own limited pleasure. This night the Lady belonged to him, if only briefly. She began to sigh, as all the while he continued to stroke between her legs. An open vessel for him to explore. He nodded reverently back to the Knight in silent agreement. Then he concentrated once again on the gift that the Goddess brought to him this night. His silent, answered prayer. He gently bent between her legs. His mouth moved to lick delicate folds of skin and to separate her tender flesh. He licked slowly and gently. Up and down. Tasting the lure of her sweet cum, he reached his tongue inside and drank deeply. A soft moan escaped from her. He reached his arms along the sides of her body and caressed her now hot breasts and belly and thighs. He held her firmly in the sand, which shifted and moved with their bodies, a gritty second skin. She could wait no longer. Her own movement was suddenly fast and sure. She gripped his shoulders, bent her legs to her sides and placed her feet in the sand. She rolled onto him in one swift movement. Now he lay beneath her. She straddled his body, bending her knees along side his hips. She slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing hard cock. She sat tall and straight. Her hands at her side. He closed his eyes and reached for her. A full breast in each hand, he began to gently massage and then pull at her nipples. Her awareness was growing sharp and she looked to the grassy shoreline and saw him then. The Knight of the Castle. Her beloved. His gentle smile warmed his face in a wonder of wanting affection for her. Her eyelids softly lowered to the man beneath her and back again to the man on the shore. This ritual had been the Knight's gift to her on the eve of every summer solstice. Each year it marked the beginning of the celebrations yet to come. The Goddess had always blessed it for them. Yet, in one eternal moment she realized the curious mixture of sacrifice and pleasure it brought to them both. She searched her beloved's face for an array of emotions she feared might be growing within him. But only his smile grew steadily, as a single tear rolled down her face and along her cheek. He gently shook his head from side to side. Tenderly he conveyed his approval. His possession of her love. His desire for her to cease her doubts and release her passion. That his own might follow. The Knight watched from his distance as she closed her eyes. She lifted her head to the moon, now high in the sky. Her hips began to slowly swirl and move to the music of the night. The cock inside her pulsing deep. Her hands rose to her face and then to her long hair. Lifting it, she stretched her arms and held it above her head. The Mortal's hands began to move upon her breasts in a rhythm that matched her own. She ground and swirled and moved her body, and each movement ground and swirled the shaft buried deep within her. The man beneath her put his thumb to her clit and her eyes became glazed, just as she looked to the gaze of her beloved on the shore. He looked back to her, never taking his eyes off her own. He smiled and his mind gently caressed her own with reassurance. She felt the growing sensation of the Mortal's thumb on her clit, along with the penetration of his shaft. It grew and built with intensity. When she could hold her beloved's gaze no longer, she rolled her head back, moving hips faster and faster. Her body shuddered and convulsed with each wrenching orgasm it achieved. She wept hot tears of release and her cry was heard throughout the magical wood. Radiant beams of light shone through the trees capturing her image in the night shadows. Suddenly she collapsed and fell to the sand. She rolled to her back in exhaustion and closed her eyes. Some moments later, she heard the movement beside her. The Mortal left her with careful steps across the sand and then further across the grass. He lay where the Knight had been and began to stroke his own cock enthusiastically. The Lady stilled in the awareness of every sense. Her breathing began to ascend with renewed anticipation. Then she felt her beloved. Her Knight standing over her. She opened her eyes and reached her arms up for him. He took her hands. Then he gently knelt beside her on the sand. He kissed her mouth deep and long and hard and felt the burning pleasure of her lips against his own. His hands moved wildly and firmly over every part of her body, desperate to make it his own once again. His cock stiffened as he pressed it to her belly. She gently pushed at his shoulders in a firm and silent request. He lifted his head to look into her eyes, wet with tears, filled with a new desire. He looked down between her legs as she continued to firmly press his shoulders. Her cunt was glistening and wet from her own release in the now starry evening. He longed to drink of her cum, before filling her with himself and his own seed. He bent to the inside of her legs and began to lick the sweet film from her skin. Each taste of her flesh grew in intensity. He quickly licked and sucked his way to between her legs. His own arousal growing. She lay in the sand and felt the flicker and darting of his tongue. She could hear the water lapping the sandy shore, as well as the hungry licking and kissing of his lips. Soon the sounds mingled together like a melody. They moved in and around her mind, as she had moved earlier. In and around the waters of the ancient lake, searching for the Mortal from the Village. She sighed and then waited in apprehension for each and every effort of her Knight's mouth to make fresh her outer body. He reached her clit, which pulsed from the energy of her orgasms. He paused. She held her breath and waited. He lifted his head and looked between her bent knees to her face, which lay still. Her body tensed, waiting. He knew well of her own hungry desire and of her willful need. He lowered his body, his breath close to her skin and slowly, slowly descended. She felt him then, his mouth upon her clit. He carefully sucked in a delicate momentum, until she took her breath in sharp. Then he opened his mouth and took in the fullness of her cunt, drinking of her well spent passion. He licked and sucked and kissed and nuzzled his way in and around her soft curly hair and every delicate fold and crevice of her cunt, until she was cleansed. As he did so, he carefully put his fingers inside and lifted in search of ecstasy beyond either of their control. Once found, he massaged and watched her body grow again with pleasure until she might break from the intensity. He waited until he knew she could bear it no more, and then he carefully moved between her limp and open legs. He lowered his cock, watching his descent, as he gently eased himself inside her. She was warm and wet as his cock filled her. His head fell to his chest and he moaned. She could barely contain such pleasure. She gasped quickly, her body opening for his, until she finally felt him deep inside her. She lost all control as her muscles clenched around his cock. She felt his sure and strong hands move to encompass her waist and looked to see his eyes searching her own. She smiled her adoration to him and reached for a kiss, which he returned lovingly to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held tightly as he lowered his weight to her own and began to thrust deep and hard. Her body shook with each new force of energy and together they began to cry out into the night. He thrust and thrust, again and again, enjoying each new entry to her body. He suddenly tensed, feeling his own cum about to burst. She held her legs and wrapped her arms around him as he filled her to overflowing. They held one another, clinging in their desperation for one another, until they existed only as one. They lay together for a long, long while. Then quietly rose from the sand. They walked hand in hand to the water, where they dove into its depths. They swam and swam until they were refreshed. Diving and swimming and finding one another again and again, they enjoyed passionate embraces beneath the coolness of the lake. Then they surfaced and splashed and laughed loud and long. Until their bodies were spent. Soon they began their walk up onto the shore and across the grass, where they lay near the Mortal. They held hands and allowed their bodies to dry in the heat of the still warm earth, until the Mortal man's gentle voice broke into the night around them. " Hey, when did you guys finish the stone wall around the south meadow?", he said. She rolled onto her belly and smiled and squinted in the moonlight at their friend. " Oh, god, that must have been a few months ago, I think." She looked to her man beside her and gently nudged his arm. " You asleep, honey? ", she said. He rolled to his belly too and put an arm around her and tenderly kissed her back. She shivered and he cleared his throat. " Damn, has it been that long since you were here, man?" Their friend stood and looked down at the couple on the grass. " Well, no one invited me to the Swordfight Fantasy last winter...so....yeah." She looked beside her and raised a brow. " You did forget to send the invitations, then, didn't you." He kissed her nose. " Nope." He rose from the grass then, and held a hand to her. She took it, and stood beside him and waited. "I threw them away.", he said. She narrowed her brows. " Well, that explains why it was just the two of us, and the caterer, and the band.", she said. He touched a finger to her lips. " It was New Year's Eve and I wanted you all to myself, baby..." Her face quickly grew into a smile. " Oh...well...then...", she said. They turned and walked past their friend who stood watching them, shaking his head, thinking of all that he imagined he had missed. Then they looked back to him and motioned for him to follow. " Come on...", she laughed, " We got it all on the digital cam." His cock hardened then, and he quickened his step to catch up... Into the Land of Bethany Bethany was a good girl. Even as a child she worried about the thoughts of others and did nothing that would cause embarrassment or shame. As she grew up, she attended church, volunteered at local charity, always completed her homework and strictly adhered to the curfew her parents set. She chose friends who shared her traits, rejecting those she thought to be too wild or immoral. She was a virgin when she married. He was a really nice guy from the same church, and they were wonderfully compatible. Her wedding night opened the realm of sex for her for the first time, and she reveled in it. Although by some standards their lovemaking would be boring and uninspired, she soaked up all of the wonderful sensations her husband was giving her. She was, in a word, satisfied. Johnny Gard had taken the renovation project as filler while things were slow at the shop. In general he didn't like this type of work. If he had to do construction, he preferred new builds; where everything was open, square, and uncomplicated. But in times like these, you take what you can find, and this job would pay the bills that always seemed to be mounting. And the job of building a deck was pretty straight forward and didn't require serious disruption to the existing structure of the house. He pulled up at the suburban ranch style house and checked the address. Although he had been there once before to estimate the job, these neighborhoods all looked alike; the same manicured lawn; the same 'neighborhood association approved' house color; the same ornamental tree of the same age and placement - each house the same as every other house. It could be confusing. As he left the truck and headed up the walk his mind was already setting the posts and bolting up the runners. It was in this state of distracted semi-awareness that he rang the bell and was greeted by a vision of loveliness. He felt his heart leap and his pulse quicken. The woman standing there was obviously not Mrs. Finch! He quickly checked the number beside the door, and realized his mistake. He had chosen the wrong path, and was at the neighbors. He blushed a deep red that was obvious even beneath his perpetual tan and mumbled a quick apology. He had met Bethany. Bethany couldn't get the morning meeting out of her mind. She had never experienced the kind of instant electricity she felt in the presence of the contractor that had knocked on her door. What was it about him? He wasn't overly handsome. He didn't have an exceptional body. Oh, he was fit and looked to be pretty strong, but he wasn't bulging with muscles the way the men did on the covers of her romance novels. He was just a normal guy. But the sense of his man-ness had been overwhelming. And the way he had looked at her when she had opened the door!; pure lust for a half a second, then a shy surprised awareness that he was in the wrong place. She was sure his coloring had been because of the thoughts he was having while looking at her, and not the innocent mistake. And he was working next door. She had stolen quick, furtive glances through the windows, watching the easy way in which he handled the tools and materials of his trade. She found herself day-dreaming. She had never had such thoughts. She was, she thought to herself, a happily married woman. She wasn't the type to lose her mind over the first dark stranger that crossed her path. Still, what would it hurt if she made an appearance in the back yard. She needed to check the flowers anyway. She glanced down at the formless shift she was wearing, and had an idea... Bethany could not believe her own boldness. She had never done anything like this before and the intensity of the excitement she was feeling was about to overwhelm her. After deciding that her attire was not at all acceptable to be seen outside of her home, she went to the closet and tried on a few combinations. Most were conservative cut "church lady" clothes and she quickly dismissed them. As she looked into the mirror she began to see not the conservative "good girl" that had always looked back at her, but a vibrant, sexy creature that was finally awakening to the world. She felt a stirring deep in her chest, and realized that something fundamental was changing in her. What it was, she didn't really know - but she liked it. When she finally arrived at the sun dress she knew she had found just the right thing. She hadn't worn it in years, and had always considered it to be too revealing. Today, however, it seemed to be ideal. But something was wrong. Her conservative heavy-strapped bra and old-fashioned panties were ruining the whole look she was after. Bethany was not the type that frequented the fashionable shops that sold "naughty" underthings. Before now she had never had the urge to show off her body. In fact, on the nights that she and her husband made love she would greet him in bed naked, but under the covers with the lights off! So today she was stuck about what to do. There just wasn't anything that would work. Unless... The project was going well for Johnny. The posts were set and cemented. It had been hard work, and his back and shoulders were telling him how long it had been since he had used his post-hole diggers. But outside of a small root appearing in one of his holes, the job was going smoothly. The worst part was over. He was setting on one of the sturdy benches he'd cleared from his work area, cleaning his tools, when he glanced across into the neighbor's yard. It was her. He was instantly captivated by her presence, and his cleaning task was forgotten. She seemed oblivious to him as she made her way around the small groupings of plants that were strategically placed in her yard. It was more a garden, in the old world sense, and she seemed to him to be the heroine snatched straight from a romantic novel. Bethany had changed out of her normal around-the-house garb, and instead was wearing a form fitting sun dress. It was yellow and flared at the bottom near mid thigh. The breeze moved the light material in ways that gave brief glimpses of her legs, and as she moved she seemed to strike poses that aided the effect. She flowed effortlessly, first checking the moisture of this bed, then checking the foliage of that grouping. As she advanced down the row of flowers she entered an area in which the sun came through the trees behind her and positively illuminated her frame. The thin material of her dress seemed to evaporate, and her almost nude silhouette was presented to him in all its glory. She chose this instance to stretch with her arms to the sun, welcoming its caress and fully displaying her lovely legs and ass. It was apparent even across her yard that she was wearing nothing underneath. After completing her stretch, she looked over her shoulder at Johnny, who was staring at her, transfixed. His reaction was immediate. A big grin spread across his face, and he rose from the bench as he shouted a greeting. Bethany began to panic. She had not considered that he would speak to her when she had devised her plan. Her idea was to tease him a bit, and then to effect a quick return back into her house. In her mind's eye there had been no interaction, just a bit of naughty fun, leaving her excited but chaste. But here he came, closing the distance between them with frightening rapidity. She was caught. The opportunity to retreat had passed. Johnny ambled over to his vision in manner only a good day of manual labor can produce. Initially tight, his muscles limbered on the short walk and his awakening arousal banished any soreness he might have had. As he got closer to her he could make out more detail of her form as she stood against the light. She had turned to face him, and the heaviness of her unrestrained breasts were in wonderful profile to him for just an instant as she moved. She stood now with her feet apart just enough for him to make out the delicious curves of her inner thighs and the silhouette of her lower lips as they protruded slightly below the mound of her pussy. The sight was intoxicating, and drove a recklessness in him that he would normally have contained. His cock was very aware of the loveliness before him, and was starting to struggle against the confines of his work jeans. Bethany was struck by his confident bearing as he finally came to stand before her. He had practically devoured her with his gaze on his walk over, and now he stood and looked her steadily in the eyes, his hunger openly expressed in them. He had not spoken a word after his initial hello, and the silence was heavy with expectation. Her heart was beating fiercely in her chest as she tried to breathe. She could feel the moisture gathering in her innermost parts as a corresponding heat was rising. His smell filled her senses: the manly smell of honest work and sweat, with the deep muskiness of male underneath. And still he did not speak. "Would you...", "would you like something to drink?" she asked, as she could stand the silence no more. It at first it didn't seem like he had heard her. He didn't move or attempt to answer. His eyes were locked on hers. He finally seemed to rouse himself, and answered with a gravelly voice, "I would love a drink. What do you have?" She was taken aback by the question. She had spoken the first words that had occurred to her, and was not prepared to honor her offer. Before she could form a more coherent thought, she found herself saying that she would have to check the fridge. She used this statement as an excuse to break his gaze and to turn back to the house. To her surprise and discomfort she realized he had fallen in behind her and was following. She could feel his eyes on her back and bottom as she made her way to the door. The intensity with which her nether regions were responding to this man was increasing, and she had to resist the urge to move her hand towards her mound. As she opened the back door, she found herself holding it open for him to enter. "What am I doing?!" her mind was screaming. But the immediacy of him as he brushed by her and into the kitchen drove all such thoughts from her mind. The combination of her very un-Bethany-like exhibition and the reality of having him so close were causing her body to completely override her mind. She had never felt so much excitement; so much need. Johnny couldn't believe his luck. Sensing that this was no time to be shy, he came up behind her while she was looking in the fridge. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and moved in to smell her hair. He felt her body stiffen at his touch, and she remained frozen as he inhaled her scent. A shiver went through his chest, and was translated through his arms to her body. He bent his head lower and nuzzled her neck. A reflexive moan escaped from Bethany's throat in response. Emboldened, Johnny wrapped his hand around her and pulled her close to him. His hands rose to cup her breasts. Bethany was breathless. This was all happening too fast. His touch was electric and sending sparks trough her body which concentrated at her loins. The feel of his lips on her neck had the whole side of her head abuzz. As his hands gently squeezed her breasts she felt herself slide irretrievably past any self-control. She wanted this. She needed this; more badly than she had ever needed anything before. His hands found her nipples through the light fabric of her dress. They were standing out like erasers; hard as pebbles. "Pinch them," her mind demanded. His roaming fingers obliged her unspoken request, gently pinching and rolling them, and the sensations shot though her straight to her sopping pussy. She spun in his arms and mashed her lips against his. His tongue quickly found its way to hers, and time seemed to end. His tongue coupled with and swirled about hers. He explored the entire space of her eager mouth, caressing her teeth and lips. He used his teeth to playfully nibble on her bottom lip before energetically resuming his probing assault. He moved his hands down to her ripe ass and pulled her groin into contact with his. She felt the throbbing hardness of him as he pushed his body into her. She was unconsciously trying to grind harder into his member. She wanted him. Now! Johnny could feel his passion building. It had been so long. Bethany was melting into his embrace, her body responding to his every move. He felt the globes of her ass, firm yet pliable, and he squeezed and separated the cheeks. She was riding his cock through his jeans, and in the wonderful heat of the moment he was afraid he would come in his pants. He worked one of his hands under the hem of her dress as the other moved to the small of her back to hold her against him. The feel of the naked flesh of her inner thighs was amazing, but he didn't linger on its velvety texture. Lust was driving him. A primal instinct had been unleashed and was urging him to find its purpose. As his probing fingers rose to the heat between her legs he thrilled with desire. He brushed her inner lips, and was pleased with the moisture he found already there. Sliding his finger the length of her womanhood and back, he eased a finger into her molten depths. She broke her lip-lock with him and in a guttural tone said, "Oh, God." They were the first words either of them had spoken since they had entered the house. Johnny used the opportunity to move down to her breast and nibbled at her nipple. "Yessss" He spied the kitchen table out of the corner of his eye, and lifted her off her feet as he carried her to it. It was a large, heavily made table, perfect for what he had in mind. He set her bottom on the edge of the table, and with a last searing kiss, gently nudged her back so that she lay with her legs dangling over the edge. Placing his palms on the inside of each knee, he easily spread them apart. Her dress rode up her thighs and soon she was completely exposed to his gaze. His senses were awash with the sight and smell of her. Her pussy was engorged and dripping, fully on display for him now. Johnny wasted no time in dropping to his knees before her and hungrily licking up her open sex. A squeal of delight came from Bethany, and her hips tried to lift from the table. Johnny place a strong forearm over her abdomen to hold her in place as his tongue started to work its magic. Bethany was in heaven! She had always thought of oral sex as nasty and unsanitary. But here she was on her kitchen table, in the full light of day, with a strangers tongue buried in her pussy. And she was loving it. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once; licking the valleys between her two lips, plunging into her boiling cavern and dancing on and around her clit. The first rushing cascade of orgasm overtook her before she even knew what was happening. Her body locked itself rigid as a keening cry escaped her lips. Her hips quickly started to writhe under the pressure of his arm, and there was no way he could contain them. He moved back and watched in awe as she spasmed in the throes of her orgasm. In Johnny's opinion there was nothing so beautiful or more fully satisfying than making a woman come, and he felt a deep sense of accomplishment and privilege as he looked on. But now there was a need that Johnny could ignore no longer. Without letting her come all the way down from her peak, he dropped his pants and jockeys in one motion and positioned his rock hard cock at the entrance of her pussy. She noticed his movement and opened her eyes, gazing fully into his, which were blazing with lust. As the two looked deeply into the souls of each other, he slowly pushed his cock into her folds. She was soaked with the juices of desire and orgasm, and there was no resistance to his invasion. Her legs came up around his back, and drew him in. As much as he wanted to take his time and savor the exquisite sensations of their coupling, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own, and commanded his lower body to thrust hard and fast into her precious pussy. "Talk to me", she said, her eyes still locked with his. "You're fantastic," he managed to exclaim between ragged breaths. "I can't hold back any longer!" "Fuck me hard. Fill my cunt with your come," she screamed. The words shocked Bethany as they came out of her mouth. Was she really saying these things? The words caused a flash of adrenaline to course through Johnny and heightened his already overpowering excitement. He was getting very close to coming, and he wanted for her to join him. Not letting up from his insistent pounding, he wet a finger in his mouth then wrapped his arm underneath her legs. After first rubbing her puckered anus with the tip of his finger, he gently inserted it into her ass up to the first joint. The spasmodic reaction of her pelvis, and the low, growling scream coming from deep in her chest told him he had hit the right spot. The walls of her vagina gripped him with a powerful milking action. He grunted, "I'm coming," and with a blinding flash the semen boiled up from his balls. He blasted wave after wave into her steaming sex. On and on it continued, until every last drop of come and energy was deposited deep within her loins. Exhausted, his knees buckled and he collapsed on to the heaving breasts of his lover. Bethany was still coming down from the second and most powerful orgasm of her entire life when she felt his lips seeking out hers. She reached up and embraced him as they shared the warm tingle of their post-coital glow. The kiss was deep and sensuous, and she lost herself in the pure joy of her satisfaction. He broke the kiss, raised himself slightly from her chest and looked straight into her eyes. "Hello," he said. "My name's Johnny Gard...." Into The Land of Nightmares Prelude Lauren stood tall, her sword in her hand as she faced an army of fifty to her one. Tears of anger and loss streamed down her face as she thought of the bodies of her loved ones and friends laying now dead in the snow, their blood making sludge of the once white blanket. She waited for them to attack, staring at the black demon upon the sable stallion. It was black on black, even the man's hair was the color of a raven's wing and his eyes like burning onyx. The men around him were much the same, all dressed like night descending and wearing grim expressions. The wind blew then, a blistery cold gust the sent her sable and white streaked hair flying around her. Her normally ice blue eyes were now glittering midnight blue from the rage boiling inside her. She was close to using the Gifts she had been given, but knew better. This army had Gifts as well and could pull her apart easily, but she would not surrender, even if they were her own people. The thought that her family would send these killers to come and get her made her feel betrayed. Now families suffered or were all dead; people that had taken her in and protected her, people she had come to love, all laying with their lives draining away. The little boy next to her, Richard, she had known him for the six years of his life. He had called her his big sister and she had held him as he struggled for his life. His blood covered her white pants and green shirt, his last words burning in her ear, 'I love you sister, and do not count this as your fault.' Thinking of these words, hearing them again, Lauren's hand tightened on the hilt of the sword. No one, with their last breath, blamed her for this; they all loved her as a sister, cousin, and friend. These people, who had never done anything wrong in their lives, had been slain for a war that never should have touched them. Looking again at the man astride the horse, she again wanted to kill him and send his soul to Hell, instead she spoke loudly, making sure everyone could hear her words, "Commander Craven, tell King Straus, my father, that I will never go through with his plans! May this dark deed haunt you all and may you pay on the day of your deaths!" "Princess Lauren, if you had not ran six years ago, this would not have happened. You brought this tragedy here to these people, if anyone shall suffer for their lives being taken it is you. Come with us now." Commander Craven said coldly showing no hint of remorse. Lauren shook her head, doing her best to keep a reign over her frayed temper. "I am not going to my father's land. I will not be used as a pawn in this war." "You are not going to the King's holding; we are taking you to that of your betrothed lands. Even if he does not except you in the mating ceremony, there are others that will. You are here by sentenced, by decree of our King, to be banished forever to remain with the Lavern Clan." Lauren shuddered and almost fell to her knees at the news. Her father, a mortal king, had banished her to live with creatures of nightmares. Vampires, Weres, and every other manner of creature of the mythical realm made up the Lavern Clan, but the Vampires and Weres made up the royal family. Looking down again at the body of little Richard, Lauren finally understood what was happening; she was to be a sacrifice from the mortal realm, a gift to stop this war. If she did this no other families and towns would have to go through what this one did. Sheathing her sword and lowering her head, Lauren came forward and allowed herself to be lifted onto Craven's horse. As he wheeled the great beast around, Lauren allowed herself to look back one last time on the village where she had spent the happiest six years of her whole twenty-one year life. Tears rolled down her cheeks again as memories assaulted her, strengthening her conviction that no matter what, she would not fail in the Lavern Clan. She would assure that no one ever felt this pain again, and she prayed to the Gods that these families would rest well, and then drying her face on her sleeve, she stared straight ahead, ready to meet her fate. Chapter 1 Two Months Later... "We have arrived Princess." Lauren poked her head from carriage she was sitting in and looked at the looming gothic style castle in front of her. She grimaced a bit but managed to sit back into the carriage ad heave a sigh. In the two month journey to reach to Lavern Clan, Lauren's personal guards had spared no expense collecting clothing and fabrics, gold, and everything that was needed and more to make a good dowry. She also had sixty-seven more people with her that were going to be given to the Lavern Clan for whatever use they wanted. Lauren could imagine all types of horrible things and the only thing that protected her was the simple order that no matter what she was to be for the royal family only. Then again that didn't necessarily mean that she was any more safe then the other mortals with her. Leaning back against the cushioned seat she fiddled with the dress she wore. It was split to the hips on both sides, allowing her to be able to ride when she wanted to. After several more minutes the carriage stopped and the door was opened. Lauren stepped from the carriage and took in her surroundings. She was in front of a set of large stone stairs that led to a high archway were several robed figures were standing. From all that she had learned in the past weeks, she knew that vampires could go into the sunlight, but the afternoon sun was the strongest and they had to wear cloaks. She looked over at Commander Craven and waited for him to stand beside her and take her arm before she started walking up the stairs to the shadowed entry way. She stopped in front of the figure wearing a deep purple robe and lowered her head in a bow as the commander dropped to one knee. "I bring to you Princess Lauren Halturi, she is a gift from King Straus to seal the peace agreement we signed. We also brought the number of humans you asked for and all things that were requested for the dowry. She also has her own personal belongings. She is now yours to do with as the Royal family pleases, for as long as you wish to keep her." "Commander Craven, you and your men are to take her stuff to the room you are led to and leave immediately." The woman said her cold and smooth like silk, yet edge with impatience. Craven nodded and stood keeping his head down as he walked back to the carts. Lauren looked at the figure refusing to kneel, daring them with her eyes to order her to. Instead the figure took her arm and led her inside, turning down several different corridors before they stopped in front of a set of metal doors. The figure then turned to her and removed the hood to show a beautiful woman. "My name is Lily. I am an advisor to the Royal family and so I must warn you before we go in that they do not take insult well. Behind these doors, the entire family has assembled to meet you. Be polite and you may just make a match with one of the princes. For now you may keep your sword, but do not draw it unless told. Do you understand this?" Lauren nodded and Lily smiled, clapping her hands together for the door to be opened. Lauren followed closely next to Lily and found herself a bit surprised as she looked over the thrown room. It was done in shades of reds and purples, mostly of the dark verity though it was still not the completely dark image she had imagined for weeks. Instead it was done with a sense style and taste, though it was a bit on the morbid side, but that suited her just fine, she no longer believed in the brighter side of life. Not after the events of how she was found and brought to this place. Lords and ladies were lined up on either side of the room, looking at her with faces showing mainly disgust, though a few did look a bit curious to see her. The royal family was all on the dais, the king and queen seated at the front, the princes standing next to their father and the princesses next to their mother. Lauren counted a total of six ladies next to the queen and four men next to the king. She didn't know why this made her a bit nervous, but it felt like something was going to happen and she wasn't sure she wanted to know what. When she reached the edge of the dais, she took off the cloak that had covered what she was really wearing. Underneath was a deep crimson corset dress that she had split to her hips, complete with fishnets and high heeled boots. A hematite choker encircled her neck with a pentacle bearing fangs on it, the crest of the royal vampire family. Her dangle earrings bore rubies in onyx, as did the circlet that sat on her head. Her hair was unbound and rolled to her hips in waves of black and white; a few ribbons matching the color of her dress ran through it. On her left bicep was a silver band that was the vampiric crest again this time rubies and hematite ran around it. Her sword sat on her hip and a dagger could be seen on the outside of her right thigh that showed while she knelt, right hand over her heart and head bowed. The audible intake of breath did not surprise her, she knew that the warrior's bow she made and the symbols on her belongings would raise this reaction. Her blade was not named Screaming Death without reason and the incantations had not been done by another. Instead of coming as the lady her father had wanted her to be, she came as she was, and by wearing this family's crest on her chocker and bicep band, she had already sworn allegiance to them. She only hoped that she didn't offend these people, otherwise she might just become their dinner. "You are Princess Lauren, am I correct?" the King asked "Yes, that is my name." "Do you swear your life, loyalty and honor to this court and clan?" "I, Princess Lauren Halturi, swear my loyalty, honor and skills to the Lavern Clan. I place upon my word that I shall serve you and your family for as long as my life is and any time you wish to extend it for. I am your humble servant and as such give the title of Princess, given by the mortal world away to be titled as you wish. So I say, so shall I live by." Lauren finished her speech and kept her head down wondering how they would react to what she had said. After several moment of heavy silence the Vampire King spoke again. "You may rise now Lauren. I shall allow you to be a lady of this court, as you are originally from royal line. I have one question to ask you now. Are you still a virgin?" "Yes I am." The king waved one of the men forward; Lauren would say he was the oldest of the sons there and the best looking. His hair was dark like hers and his eyes a deep golden brown. He must have been at least six foot two inches, making her feel small as she was a mere five foot five. His hair touched the middle of his back where it seemed to melt away into his shirt. "Lauren, this is my son Gabriel. He is my oldest child and he will be the one to examine you and if you are indeed still virginal, he will relieve you of it. Only then can we decide what is to be done with you. Lily, please escort Lady Lauren into the private chambers now." Lauren was a bit shocked at what the king had said but followed Lily into what must have been the private room. Lily explained that for woman to be a virgin here wasn't a good thing, especially if they were considering turning the person. Lauren still didn't understand, but didn't have time to say anything since Lily had already left. Lauren looked around the large room and found that she really did like it. The walls were deep green like a forest pine, the carpet matched, though there were some spots that she really didn't want to think about what they were. A large four poster bed sat against the far wall, wooden steps had to be used to get onto it. The sheets were blood red and looked great against the back drop of green. "Do you like the room?" Lauren jumped and spun around pulling her sword and setting her shield before she saw who it was. She quickly put her sword away and dropped the shield when she saw Gabriel. She dropped quickly to a kneeling position and hoped that he wasn't too angry at her reaction. "You don't have to kneel to me, I am not my father and we are not in front of others. Though I must say, if you draw a sword whenever you are startled, I may have to punish you. Drawing a weapon against the royal family is forbidden and you will much rather me punish you then the jailers." Lauren felt a shiver race down her spine as his deep voice flowed over her and she almost couldn't stand back up. He was extremely sexy and his voice just made it worse. Rising to her feet carefully she looked up at him, an embarrassed smile curving her mouth. "I apologize. I am so used to having to be ready to fight at a moments notice that it has become natural for me to do that. I shall try my best to refrain from doing so again Prince Gabriel. Please forgive this incident." Gabriel stepped forward, stopping only three feet away from her and she fought the urge to back away. She had never had experience with a man in any way, had never even wanted to touch someone of the opposite sex, but this man made her want that and more. Even if he was a vampire, he made her body burn and ache for him to run his hands over her. She wanted to feel him deep inside of her, both with his body and with his fangs. Lauren blushed at the thoughts that were running through her head ad took a deep breath to try and calm herself. When Gabriel grabbed a strand of her hair her knees almost buckled. "Do you know why my father sent me in here? Why he chose me over the others in the room?" Lauren shook her head and looked up and Gabriel, her body clenched with heat again as he ran his fingers down her throat stopping just before her touched her breasts. "He thinks that if I take your virginity I may like you enough to marry you. I won't you know. I will just use you and leave. Can you handle that, knowing that you are going to be nothing more to me then sex and maybe blood? Do you still want me to touch you?" Lauren couldn't do anything but nod and step closer to his body. His eyes flashed and he pulled her tightly against him, placing his lips gently on hers. Lauren gasped and then moaned as Gabriel thrust his tongue between her lips. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her body closer to his, unable to stop her hands from running through his hair as their tongues tangled together. She loved the feel of his hands on her back, his lips sealed over hers as they dueled for dominance. She needed more, so much more and she was almost ready to push him against the wall and strip him. Instead she settled for running her hands under his shirt and letting her hands roam over his strong back. Gabriel nipped her lower lip and Lauren dug her nails into his hips as burning lust shot through her like a wild fire. She felt a growl between them and was surprised when she found that it had come from her own throat. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, rubbing herself against the bulge in his black breeches. She felt his hands work on loosening her dress as she jerked against him. When he had loosened it completely it fell from around her hips, leaving her in fishnets and boots. Lauren pulled on his hair and quickly worked on getting his shirt off, throwing it across the room once it was. His chest was smooth, though he had a small line of dark hair that traveled from his navel to disappear inside his pants. She pulled back from the kiss and ran her mouth to his ear, nipping lightly on the lobe, grinning as he shuddered against her. As her lips moved to his neck, he picked her up and walked towards the bed. He laid her down and quickly pulled her boots and fishnets off, leaving her naked to his gaze. He ran his hand gently over the folds of her secret place and she quivered, crying out as he slipped a finger into her dripping core. A growl rumbled from him and she looked at him. "You really are a virgin, but you are so passionate." Lauren couldn't answer, instead bucked her hips against his hand silently pleading for more. Gabriel removed his pants and laid on her naked, kissing her deeply. She arched against him loving the feel of his naked skin. He was hard and throbbing, and Lauren wanted to feel it in her more then anything else. She dragged her nails down his back, hard and nipped at his shoulder. Gabriel shuddered over her and lifted his head, his golden eyes nearly black, fangs protruding from his mouth. "Do not do that. If you continue in that way, I cannot guarantee that I won't be rough in return and bite back." He said. "I don't care, please...I need you." Gabriel let lose an animalist sound and started kissing her neck, nipping her with his fangs while he positioned her legs on either side of his hips. Lauren arched up and placed her hands on his shoulders, gripping them, as she rubbed her throbbing, dripping core against his thigh. She cried out when his tongue curled around her nipple, lapping at it like a hungry cat. When he sucked it into his mouth she saw stars around her head and gripped his hair. "Please...please touch me...I need your hands on me!" she gasped Gabriel chuckled and kissed his way down her body, until he was between her legs and he inhaled the scent of her arousal. His eyes turned wicked as he lowered his head, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it quickly with his tongue, careful not to nick her with his teeth. Lauren's head was swimming with sensation as her head thrashed on the pillow. She felt like she was climbing a mountain and was getting closer and closer to the peak as he feast on her. Her fists clenched in the sheets and her head flew back as she felt like she was suddenly falling, her body bursting into pieces. "Gabriel....Please, oh god yes, AHHHHH!" Before she even had a chance to come down from her first orgasm, Gabriel was over her and pushed inside of her tight body. Lauren cried out from the pain from him breaking through her hymen. She tried to move away from the stinging but Gabriel held her in place, leaning his forehead down on hers. "Relax. I am sorry, it couldn't be helped. I promise there will be no more pain." Lauren looked up at him, panting slightly as she saw his teeth clenched, his fangs displayed. She ran a hand over his face and slid a finger over his fangs wondering what it would feel like if they were to enter her flesh. "Will you bite me...Please?" Gabriel shuddered over her and nodded trying to hold himself back. Lauren lifted her hips slightly and gasped as she realized that the slide of skin felt delicious inside her. "Please, I am ready now." Gabriel slid slowly out, leaving only the tip in then pressed in again with a long sure stroke. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his hips, moaning when he picked up speed. She ran her hands through his hair, gripping a handful and pulling his mouth down to hers. She ran her tongue over his fangs and into his mouth, taking his mouth as he was taking her body. Her moans and whimpers encouraged him and his strokes became faster and harder, his hand pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Lauren felt herself spiraling up again and her cries became more loud and furious. "Bite me, please bite me now!" she screamed Gabriel bared his fangs and slid them into her neck, sucking as blood pooled from the puncture wounds. Lauren came at that moment her body arching like a bow as the pleasure from his bite mixed with the pleasure that broke from her body. She heard him groan and felt him come, before darkness slowly took her vision. Gabriel retracted his fangs and licked the wound to close it as he pulled from her body. He looked down at the woman now sleeping under him and found himself strangling puzzled. She seemed so familiar to him, and caused a weird sensation in his chest. Shrugging away the feeling, he lay down next to her, pulling her body close to his and allowed himself to fall asleep, the taste of her blood still in his mouth.