Midnight Temptations

             As thunder crackled and lightning gave brief but powerful flashes of light, giving illumination to an isolated plateau, atop a mountain forest, two vigorously engaging lovers engulfed one another. Their wild verocity matching the fierceness of the storm that covered them, the two took turns licking and caressing each other. The woman was of dark hair and fair skin, she had the physic of a full-fledged woman, with full hips, and large well rounded breasts. Her body was firm and tight, and her dark brown hair, with just a small but noticeable shade of deep red, fell just short of the finely tuned crease of her lower back. She knelt down in front of the man, who was now standing in front of her, with a look of pleasing amusement. He was of a broad build, with short raven black hair, standing around six feet, two inches, and had dense rippling muscles that encased his entire body. The man took his hand and pulled his damp bangs back, to clear his eyes. As he gazed at her, the light from the storm reflected in her dark green eyes. She looked at the man with equal anticipation, as she took his well proportioned, fully erect cock, in her hand. She felt the blood rush through his veins, as she firmly grasped his hardness in one hand, and gently caressed his swollen stones with the other. The woman then pressed her lips to him and gave a sweet little kiss, and with her eyes still locked onto his, she opened her mouth and slowly but steadily passed him through, inch by inch. The man let out a loud moan, as the woman began to enjoy the taste and texture of him in her mouth. The wind began to flare up, with powerful gusts flinging leaves from the trees, onto the ritually decorated plateau.

     The man continued to moan in a hushed whisper like tone, as if to restrain himself from fully giving in to the pleasure. The woman also moaned, huffing and puffing, as best she could around his rock hard swell. The woman began to feel immense pleasure as she pleasured him. She could feel her lower canal tighten, as her tongue swirled around his head. With another low-toned moan the man let out a small amount of his hot milk. The woman's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt the small warm liquid, seep from the hole, gushing into the back of her throat. The man then placed his large masculine hands on either side of the woman's head, pulling himself out of her mouth, while he began to come down to her level. He slowly but firmly laid her down on her back. She obliged willingly to his physical commands, as she laid with her knees up and leg spread. The man then placed his solid bulging arms through her inner thighs, and tightly wrapped is hands around her outer legs, securing her and keeping her firmly pinned. The woman then let out a gasp of pleasure, tilting her head back, as the man placed his face between her legs. The woman then placed her hands upon his head, grasping his hair in her fists. The man began to slowly lick the nectar dripping from her tender swollen rose-petal. The woman let out a lustful gasp of pleasure as, the man began to apply more and more pressure with his tongue. Her eyes again rolled back, following her head, as she submitted to the pleasure and let the man feast upon her sweetness.

       All the woman could see was the light of the torches surrounding the circular surface upon the plateau. She counted five torches, in the shape of a pentagram. The torches burned bright with a dark purple fire, that not only didn't burn out from the fierce rain of the storm, but somehow protected the small circular surface from most of the rain. She watched as the harsh rain passed through the boundries of the torches, only to become small amounts of vapor. She felt the smooth stone surface underneath her back, it was hard, but the woman couldn't feel anything but pleasure at this point. She jerked the mans head, with a fair amount of hair, protruding from in-between her fingers. The man let out a pleasurable snarl at the pain as he continued to enjoy her, becoming more and more aggressive, nibbling and licking her, to satisfy his hunger. As the woman rests her head back down, she again looks at the beautiful purple fire from the torches, and she reminds herself that this mans desire fell way beyond her flesh. However she wanted much more than his body as well, as her eyes focused more and more on the purple fire, she reminded herself of what she wanted.

  She reminisced about the event's that led her to this moment. She began to think of the day her father told her that she was to be married. She was sixteen and had fantastic dreams about the future, but with four simple words, all of her dreams were set-a-blaze. “You will marry him!” Her father said as he stomped his boot upon the rotting wood floor, of her small bedroom. “ He is a man of wealth and class, he owns two plantations and many other properties, all of which are thriving!” She knew her family was poor, but the idea of her father marrying her off to a man ten years her senior, that she had never even met, sickened her. She looked to her mother, but her mother turned her gaze to the floor. “He will be able to take good care of you, Lilly. I know it might seem sudden, but it is for the best.” Her mother tried to assure her, in a low unconvincing tone. That was the day that she stopped being a child, that was also the last day she heard anyone call her Lilly.

    She was married to her husband, Lord Simon Godwinn only one week before her seventeenth birthday. The year was nine-hundred-twenty-three, and that was the year her dreams officially died. He wasn't a nice man and soon after they were married, he became enraged that she could give him a child. This problem had never effected any woman in her family, and anytime she would even hint at the problem not being hers, he would strike her violently. As the years went by, her husband would take many other woman, and yet there would still be not child born from him. He was never a nice man to begin with, so his cruel ways never affected her too much. Yet it was the possibilities that she mourned for. A future of possibilities and dreams that her father traded for a small farm and some cattle. The wedding was the last time she had even seen her family. Without a future, she had already felt as though she was dead. Ten years had come and gone pretty quickly for a loveless and cold marriage. It wasn't until one day taking a walk, when she saw a truly happily married couple, walking hand in hand through the market, that she finally decided to end her horrible nightmare of a life. The night was setting in and her husband was out with his usual group of whores. She walked to the cliff-side of the plantation, where the drop would mean instant death. She wiped one last tear from her eye, as she readied herself to end it all. She took a deep breath, and began to step, until she was interrupted by a sweet and angelic voice.

   “Lilith, don't let that man take take away your soul.”

  Startled and embarrassed she turned to the stranger.  “Who are you!?” She demanded.

     “I am the man that want's to give you back your future.” The man said in an inviting and tender tone.

      “And how would you presume to do that?” Lilith said in slightly less strict tone, than before.

    “By giving you the chance to live, without your husband holding you back.” The strange, yet gorgeous man        said.

    “He would come after me.” Lilith said with a fearful voice.

    “No. He won't.” The stranger said, with the darkest smile she had ever seen, upon his his face.

    “What must I do?” Asked Lilith, with a hesitant, yet willing voice.

     Lilith pondered on the offer the man who would only refer to himself as Night presented.  This same man  who now lifted his face from between her leg's, and proceeding to slide himself inside of her, with a tender pacing, in this ritual of dark magic and lust, she remembers well the words that followed that night.

   “You must live. I will give you an endless amount of lifetimes to live, and fulfill your dreams, and discover your passions for life. What I ask in return for your everlasting life, is that you drink the lives of others to sustain this new life. It can be anyone of your choosing. As you drink from them and their life becomes yours,  and their souls will become mine. With this endless life will also come power. The kind of power no mortal man could hope to match. If you wish to attain this power, meet me at the standing stone of Glenna's Peek in exactly one week. You must submit yourself to me fully. You must give me your mind, your body, and your soul.”

    Lilith recalls every word that slid from the strangers tongue, as he takes her atop of this stone alter, and proceeds to penetrate her, sliding himself in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the waves that crashed against the rocks below Glenna's peek. She let out moan after moan, she had never had a cock so thick before. She had never had a cock besides her abusive, adulterating husband. But now she took this man fully, a stranger she met only a week ago, yet loved more than she ever loved her husband, a man that would give her power, independence, and more possibilities than any mortal could ever have. She would have no problem fulfilling her end of the contract. There were countless men like her husband, and she would enjoy, ridding them of their meaningless lives.

  The man began to grind her faster and faster, with one arm around her back supporting her, and the other caressing her face, as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. She could feel herself cumming so hard as she wrapped her legs around his waist. she moaned and moaned, until the man gently brushed the hair on her shoulder to the side. His lips then curled upward, and she felt the sharp tips of his two canine teeth pierce the flesh of her neck. Lilith let out one last echoing scream of pleasure, now mixed with pain. The echo of her pleasure rippled through the cliff-side, and forests that surrounded them, even surpassing the volume of the storm. Lilith would have her power, her everlasting life, and she would own every moment of

   (C)  April 30, 2016 Alan James 

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