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Red Sky
By Toran
Red sky at night, sailors delight�
She closes her eyes against the reddening sky, trying hard to remember the rest of the� lyric � it was �
Red sky at night, sailors delight, red sky in morning, sailors take�warning.
That was it!� A slow smile creeps over her face, her cheeks awash in the red light turning the little campsite an eerie shade.� It was beautiful and yet�it was somehow unnatural.� Mornings were golden or grey.� If there was no sun, mornings were just a gray happening, a slide from night to day.� With the sun, they were a slow explosion of golden power.
She rolls her head at the sound of a bird.� The woods are alive with bird calls, some distant and echoing, some only a short distance from where she lay.� Her smile grows � it�s a cardinal, her favorite.� His bright red feathers stand out against the dead brown and gray tree branches only a few feet from her.� His body shakes slightly and he chirps once�twice.� She knows this is the nervous call he makes � he�s much more capable of the swooping lyrical voice that enchanted her so long ago � and now so far away, at her backyard feeder.� Then, the call would come from way up in the trees � cardinal was always too meek to fight it out with the sparrows�and the blackbirds.
Her stomach flips�blackbirds, so black and menacing, beady black eyes and wings that envelope light�
She closes her eyes and the lyric comes back to her�red sky at night, sailors-
Something crashes in the woods, not too far off and she shakes with a start, her eyes flying open.� It is off to her left, somewhere, maybe not too far away.� She looks for the cardinal but he is gone � the meek cardinal, scared of a sparrow, not wanting to see what made that noise.
She squints, her nose wrinkled up, trying to see into the glowing red sky � in any circumstance, her face would be cute, attractive.� But the crinkled nose and piercing eyes she has now � weak knees and swoons.� Even with sweaty bangs and make-up long worn off, she is a delicate, beautiful girl�who presently feels her heart thumping loudly in her chest.
Nothing.� Just the woods.� The birds have even resumed their calls.� She closes her eyes, an uneasy smile at odds with the single tear that streaks down her cheek.� At least it wasn�t him.
But she needed him now.� Whether she wanted to admit that or not, and a part of her knew this, the part deep down inside.� The scared restless part � the part that had let him do this to her.� And too late she realized that he had known what she kept hidden so deep down inside her that even she didn�t know it existed � even the flashes and cravings that her waking mind registered as simple kinky thoughts � even those only he understood.� Only he knew of their power.
She stirs and a low moan escapes her.� The cardinal is back again and it looks her direction, poised to take flight again, but she quiets.� There is little she can do anyway.� He has seen to that.
�Red sky at night, sailors delight,� she whispers, feeling that warm and giddy feeling � that right feeling begin inside her, against her will, against everything that she thought she was.� And maybe that was her problem all along�maybe she thought too much.� Maybe she would have done better, would have been more prepared for him had she done less thinking and more feeling.� She�d known forever that there was a door, hidden deep inside her, and that it was unlocked and that those kinky thoughts came from behind it�but just like the cardinal, she was too meek to open it, to see what was inside � for fear it would see her�and come out.� For her.
As he had done.� �Red sky in morning, I take warning��
Another tear streaks down her cheek and she looks through blurry eyes for the cardinal.� The tree branch is empty.� But god-forbid, he was back.
She suddenly strains with all her might against the tight ropes he has bound her with, her body cold from the damp ground and an entire night of chill air caressing her naked flesh.� She would scream now, scream as loud as she could, but only the birds would hear.� He�d made sure they were deep in the forest, where only a girl�s feeble attempts at resistance and his imagination could limit what they both needed.�
He chuckles, a warm sound, not menacing, and sits down on a log beside her.� The dying embers of the fire were nothing compared to the roaring beast it was the night before � but neither was he.� He delicately traces a line over her hip to her waist, across the tight rope that runs around her torso and provides anchor for the one that cleaves her wet, engorged pussy lips in two.� Now raising goose bumps, his finger dances further upwards, over the indented flesh below her ribcage, across the ropes binding her breasts into two tight balls of over-sensitive flesh, along the soft skin of her neck, over her trembling chin, to quivering lips.� His head is tilted slightly, his gaze intent and with his thumb, he gently wipes away the tear that stains her cheek.
Her heart racing in her chest, she closes her eyes briefly and sees that door, deep inside her, flung open, the darkness within free once and for all.� She has nothing to fear now � the door will never close again.� A calm slips over her.� She is free to feel, to do nothing but submit to him � his probing, hurting fingers.� His loving cold eyes.� His iron will.� He has claimed her and there is no turning back.� And now, for the first time, she feels complete.
She opens her eyes and looks past him, at the cardinal perched on the branch.� She doesn�t see him routing through the embers for a cherry red tipped stick.� She doesn�t see the look in his eyes shift from warmth to ice as he stirs the glowing coals with the stick, sending up a fine spray of red fireflies.� She doesn�t see him hold the stick up, eyes distant and contemplating�and then shift smoothly to her bound form.� Nor the smile that starts at the corners of his mouth as he brings the stick down.
�Red sky at night, sailors delight.� Red sky in morning��� Her scream pierces the red veil of early morning and sends the cardinal on his way.