By the dark of the moon.

[cgraven]

A thread for Spiritual Love and C G Rave

By the dark of the moon it came, as it has come since the beginning of time. It was the bases for all the ghost stories, of that primeval fear of things that go bump in the night. The bringer of night mares, the tempter to given in to our hidden desires, yet not only that but the dark hidden desires that in our waking hours, in the light of day we refuse even to admit to our selves.


It is a hunter, a hunter of the innocent and young. It hunts them in their awaking sexuality, to temp hem to yield to their darkest desires, to pervert, to dominate them. In the misty pass it was a ghoul, an imp, or even a devil. Oh it had many names in many culture, but all agreed it was the tempter. However now no one believed in such nonsense, it was only their imaginings, Yet still it came by the dark of the moon to hunt and this night it hunter her, waiting in the deep shadows till she entered that realm between wakening and true sleep, where her mind was unguarded and most vulnerable. It waited their in the deep shadows of her bedroom having stolen in on the night wind.

 

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Jasmyne sat before the blinking lights of the television. Her eyes looked up to the time. It was nearly ten o'clock. She knew she really should get to bed. It was finals week and she had her first exam early in the morning at eight. She had prepared constantly for this test. She knew the information perfectly, but it was Economics. A subject Jasmyne hated, but she was still at ease with her preparation.

She relaxed back upon the snow white couch as she clicked the remote to the television. The tv went black. For a few moments she sat and reflected on her life.

She was in her first semester at the University. Fresh from being beneath her parents wings for eighteen long years. Many would think she relished the freedom of being on her own, but Jasmyne was actually quite frightened. She had to do everything herself.

After years upon years of being provided for, she had been almost thrown into the shark filled ocean of the University. She was ineligible for dorm housing, so she had to acquire an apartment off campus. Her father purchased her a car to make life easier, but she would have preferred if someone would drive her where she needed to go.

She lacked experience in the world, quite innocence in many ways. Though she never thought of it until she had come to the University.

It was an entirely different world. The small town in which she was raised had successfully kept her mind free from the craziness she now saw everyday. It scared her when she saw the kids with the various piercings lacing their bodies. She couldn't help but gawk at the rockers with their wildly colored hair and mussed clothing. She was stunned at the admission of several of the girl's sexual conquests, when she had remained a virgin, just having experienced her first kiss merely two years ago.

Shaking her head of all these thoughts, Jasmyne got up from the couch, turning off the lamp, heading to the door to check the locks for the last time. A few of the girls had warned her to be careful about locking up. It was something they rarely did where she was from. There just wasn't the need in the tiny town where she had lived her life, but now she was in the city and made sure the door was bolted tightly.

Flipping the lights off in the small kitchen, she headed towards her bedroom, taking a moment to look over herself in the mirror. She wasn't a hideous girl, in fact, by anyones terms she was rather pretty. She had long brown hair that had been highlighted with wisps of golden blond. That had been one of the first things she did to try to update her look when she had come to school. She had to admit it looked rather nice. Her eyes were a dark green, reminding her of the pine needles back home. They were a family characteristic passed on from generation to generation. It seemed Jasmyne had been the one blessed with the "eyes" as her family said. Her body was shapely, she felt her breasts were too small and her hips too wide, but she was comparing herself to the tiny girls she had become used to seeing over the past few months. She had a curvaceous shape, a womanly form, and "something to grab hold of", as one rude guy had mentioned of her backside at a party she had attended earlier in the semester. Needless to say, she never wanted to go out again after that comment.

She walked within her room as she yawned tiredly. Her vision seemed to be blurring, she was getting so sleepy. Rubbing her eyes she headed to her dresser, pulling out a teeshirt and a pair of white panties. Having showered earlier, she took off her robe, revealing her naked body for mere seconds, she didn't really enjoy being naked. The soft swell of her small breasts illuminated by the light flooding through the window. She pulled on her shirt rapidly followed by the panties, blushing as her rose colored nipples tightened at the brush of the material. She gritted her teeth and dismissed the feeling rapidly, knowing it was wrong. She had been told so all her life, so it shouldn't be any different now.

Finally, crawling beneath the pink comforter, her head hit the pillow. For a moment she stared at the window, watching the shadows of the trees dancing upon the panes. Her lips parted as her breathing steadied and slowed. The dark green eyes closed as she settled into a deep sleep.

 

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The sweet smell of innocence had drawn it to the small apartment. It hovered in the deepest recesses of the shadows in Jasmyne’s bedroom a formless black shadow mingling with the others that danced upon the young virgin’s widow pane. Her tawny beauty, the blush as the soft cotton caressed her rose colored nipples stiffing to its touch, the haunting beauty of her dark green eyes, then the confusion in her young mind as part of her told her like a parent’s lecture that that sweet tingling felling was wrong, yet there was a part of Jasmyne that embraced that feeling savoring it.

The young girl lay beneath her covers in the half world between sleep and the waking world. Her breathing settled and slowed her mind unguarded, a ripe victim waiting for its insidious temptations. Slowly the dark shadow coalesced in to the shadowy form of a man. It’s fingers brushing across the sweet taunt buds of her nipples, teasing them in to life, its voice soft, hypnotic, the merest whisper in her mind.

“Jasmyne enjoy this gift of nature, enjoy the feeling, it is good feel it as it spreads it tingling pleasure through your body.”

The feel of a soft tender kiss brushes the sleeping girl’s full moist lips. a ghostly tongue glides across their moist fullness, to part them ever so slightly, softly it ventures to slide across Jasmyne’s even whit teeth. The fingers that softly circle her areola become bolder and rub Jasmyne’s nipple under the pad of its thumb, as her lips part a little further its tongue enters her sweet warm mouth to tease her tong.

 

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Jasmyne felt herself slip into a wonderful unconscious sleep. She felt the tendrils of rest begin to curl through her mind and soul as she relaxed. As she felt the actual curtain of sleep begin to descend she heard it. The whispered words....

“Jasmyne enjoy this gift of nature, enjoy the feeling, it is good feel it as it spreads it tingling pleasure through your body.”

She felt the fleeting touch of lips upon hers. She didn't know if she were dreaming or awake. Struggling to open her eyes, she felt herself weakened beneath the slow drag of the kiss. She cringed as her nipple began to be manipulated as well. Her body screamed with sensations she had yet to ever experience or even understand.

Shaking her head from side to side, she tried to fight this odd thing. She thrashed lightly upon the bed while encompassed within this strange state of being.

"Please..please..don't...."
her words were murmured within the deep state of unconsciousness.

"I can't...ohhh...no..noo.." she continues with the soft protests, her lips parting beneath the expert lips.

"Ahhhh..."
Her cries grow with the slow dive of his tongue into her mouth, conquering the near virgin entrance with a slow, methodical conquering.

 

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Please..please..don't...."……………….. "I can't...ohhh...no..noo.."

Jasmyne’s protests weaken even as her head thrashes from side to side. The dark shadowy forms fingers, teas and delight her virgin nipple, bring it ever more to life the tingling pleasure slowly growing expanding, moving lower to the to start a slow burning need between her innocent thighs.


"Ahhhh..."


That slow moan of forbidden pleasure, and it tongue and mouth claim the sweetness of. It slowly indices her tongue to dance with its own, tempting the young girl to taste the pleasures of his mouth. The covers slowly are pulled back reveling her scantly clad supple body, T-shirt and virginal white panties.

The ghostly hand now slides under Jasmyne’s t-shirt the touch of those ghostly fingers now cup, and massage her firm young breast. Before returning to that pert, puckered nipple to further delight and please it with the shadows knowing touch. Jasmyne’ s breathing comes in breathless little pants and it bow in a smile even as it savors the sweetness of her mouth.

Its other hand now rest on Jasmyne’s leg, it curls its fingers and rakes its fingers up her tawny thighs to brush her virgin’s treasure.

 

[spiritual_love]

Jasmyne moaned softly within her sleep.

The dream.

The dream was beginning to take a life of its own. She sought to take the control from it, but it just continued. She felt as if she were trapped in some sort of Twilight Zone episode. Her back arched deeply as its mouth continued to take hers. The tongue flirting with her own, raping the innocent warmth of her mouth. She barely feels the covers being drawn back, exposing her for its own deviant pleasure.

Jasmyne screams as the hand covers her breast, cupping the swelling mound. Was the scream of pleasure or fear? Her mind still couldn't distinguish between the reality and dream state. She arched as if testing the realness of the touch. It responded by teasing her nipple into a rock hard throbbing pebble.

"Wait until you are married!"

"You don't want to be a whore!"

"You'll get pregnant!"

"That's dirty and nasty!"

"You are a good girl!"

All the words from her life, sudden;y came blaring within her mind as the hands traced along her inner thigh. She had to stop it. She had to.

Jasmyne twisted and thrashed upon the bed. She was trying to get away from the touch, but at the same time her body seemed to lift into it. The slow moment of the whispered caress contrasted sharply with the motions of her body. She was panicking as the hand sought to move higher.

 

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Jasmyne’s body arches to the deep wild savage passion of the shadows kiss. She moans a scream into that kiss at the touch of its hand on her virginal breast her body again arches to its touch. There is a growing strength in it caresses the more the virgin beauty response in the half world she is now trapped in. where the imagined and reality are one while his fingers tease and delightfully torment her rock hard nipple sending jolts of unimagined feelings racing through Jasmyne. He hears the echoes of her mind.

Wait until you are married!"…….."You don't want to be a whore!"………………"You'll get pregnant!"………….."That's dirty and nasty!"…………………."You are a good girl!"

The futile conflicting struggles of this innocent beauty only strengths The shadowy forms presence. Jasmyne thrashes, and twists at the touch of the raking nails on her soft velvet inner thigh as it maddeningly climbs higher, closer to her virginal. Treasure, Yet at the same time her hips rise to meet its touch.

Those tormenting and pleasing fingers at her breast now roll her pebble hard nipple between thumb and fore finger. Its other hand now running a teasing finger up her untouched labia to gently massage her clitoris, coaxing and stimulating that bud of passion from its hooded hiding place.

Suddenly that wild savage kiss is broken; in its place light feathery kisses follow the line of her jaw. It nibbles Jasmyne’s earlobe, then lightly tongues her shell like ear.

“Jasmyne you are a Good Girl”

Those kisses and seductive tonguing flow slowly down the curve of the beauty’s slender neck.

“ Lies all lies they have told you”


A kiss soft & tender at the hollow of her neck.

“Are not these feeling wonderful and natural?”

Its kisses follow the contours of Jasmyne’s breasts.

“I have come only to please your body.”

A long sensual lick up the sweet scented valley between her young firm breasts. Its dark eyes captures her for a moment, they smile into the girl’s wide frightened eyes. Then his head dip to tongue Jasmyne’s other nipple, assaulting her innocence with pure physical pleasure.

 

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Its strength is nearly overwhelming as it continues to touch her body, ellicting feelings she knows is wrong, but..but..they feel sogood. The sharp pangs of pleasure shot directly from her nipples down to the little tight cleft of her clit as its fingers teased the pebbled tips.

She didn't understand. She couldn't understand what was happening to her body. Her eyes blinked rapidly as its voice ushered forth, the tendrils curling within her ears. She knew it was wrong! It had to be!! This wasn't right..but it felt so good....

Her hips snapped as the brush of its finger touched her privacy.

Nooooooooooooooo....

Her wail broke free, thundering into the room within this half sleep, half awake reality. She attempted to twist away, but he relented. The strokes continued, her legs felt like jelly, she felt herself succumbbing to its manipulation.

It was everywhere. It was as if it had numerous arms, hands, mouths, she was touched everywhere it seemed. She was sweating lightly, fear, pleasure knotted her stomach as she struggled. The kisses swept along the curve of her neck, her pulse throbbed wildly there. Down to the swell of her small breasts, gliding its tongue between the handfuls.

“I have come only to please your body.”

Jasmyne bolted up within her bed. She was dampened with sweat. The blankets were torn back from the bed, laying on the floor. Her teeshirt was bundled beneath the swell of her breasts. The silk of her panties were soaked with what she thought was sweat, but her own arousal. Panting breaths streamed from her lips as she tried to focus. Her vision was blurred from just waking up, she rubbed her eyes viciously.

 

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It feasted on the conflict raging in the young virgin’s mind, the war between everything she had been taught threw out her sheltered life and the pleasure that now enthralled her body. Jasmyne’s mind screamed NOoooooooooooooooooo.... and the terrified virgin gave voice to that thought and it echoed in the still darkness of her bed room. Despite the sensual assault of pure pleasure that engulfed her Jasmyne broke free to sit bolt upright in bed, panting as she comes fully awake

The shadowy being dissipates retreating to the dark shadowed recesses of her room. Watch the confusion as Jasmyne sits there panting covered in sweat, her garments in disarray and the sweet dampness of her aureole soaking her panties, its heady musky fragrance giving this foul a even more strength.

With the patients of the ages it sits watches and waits.

 

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Jasmyne felt as though she were going to hyperventilate. Her breathing was coming in short spurts as she dashed from the bed. She ran to her windows checking the locks. Then she ran through her apartment doing the same to the doors as well as windows.

Calm down, Jas..It was only a dream..

No matter how many times she repeated the words, she couldn't help but feel something very real had happened. She had never had a dream like that before. It was disturbing. Very disturbing in that it had took her near pleasure. All the things that she had been warned against, suddenly seemed so very delicious in that dream. She sat down on the floor, cradling her hands in her face. She peeked at the clock on the wall, checking the time.

3:00 a. m.

She would still have to go back to sleep.

 

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The dark essence watched as Jasmyne panic built the wild rush around her apartment, checking doors, and windows reassuring herself all is as it should be.

In the dark recesses of the young virgins mind it listened.

Calm down, Jas..It was only a dream.

quietly from its hiding place there it intensified the remembered feelings of pleasure, and how good it was. Yes Jas sleep, sleep is what you need it whispered so softly so seductively in the deepest darkest recesses of Jasmyne mind.

Yes sleep, the sleep that would allow the shadowy figure to come again to her.

 

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Her arms wrapped around her midsection, bunching up her teeshirt high upon her thighs. She stared at the bed as if it had violated her in some way. She knew she was being silly, but it had been so real. It was a feeling she just couldn't shake.

Jasmyne's eyes looked upon her clock. The minutes were ticking by quickly and she needed some more rest before her exam in the morning. She didn't want to be tired for her first final at the Univeristy.

After all...it was just a dream....

Jasmyne crawled back into the comfort of her bed. She slithered beneath the blankets, not really paying much mind that they were strewn all over the place, and pulled them around her tightly. She nearly laughed at her attempt to shield herself from anythind with the blankets. Tiredness crept upon her quickly, expectedly, slowly a yawn parted her lips...and she slowly sank back to sleep.

 

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From the deepest darkest shadows of Jasmyne’s bed room the shadowy creature watch as the young girl feel deeper and deeper into that back realm of sleep where it ruled. This time his attack was more subtitle, for not only was her in the dark corners of Jasmyne’s room but also in the dark corners of the young virgins mind and it was there that his assault started. Slowly he wove a dark dream, a dark dream to occupy and fool her mind.

In Jasmyne’s mind’s eye as if in a dream she see a dark gothic hall, she see her self running trapped, in a shadowy maze. A talon claw rips her t-shirt from he., Shadowy hands, maul her firm young breasts, fingers tease and tug and pinch her nipples into pebbly hard buds……………………..

As the dream takes shape in her mind, the shadow demon pulls back the covers to again revile the girl’s supple body. He rends open her T-shirt, it hands and fingers again lay claim to Jasmyne’s breast and nipples. She tosses in her sleep. Its hands work her virginal white panties slowly down over the beauty’s hips, down her legs, and then toss them aside.

I her dream hands tear her panties from her , mouth lips and tongues, kiss and lick her body every inch of it teased and pleased as she runs through the maze to fall helpless to the ground………

The beast slowly kisses his way up Jasmyne’s the curve of her calve, it kisses and tongues her inner thigh its hellfire breath stirs the rich, golden, brown, fleece that marks her sex. Then its long slithering tongue licks from her dark rose, to cleave the rose pink virgin folds to flick across her hooded clitoris. The shadow demons lashes Jasmyne’s innocent, puss with its tong, as it assaults her nipples with it fingers lighting the forbidden fires of passion in Jasmyne

 

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Jasmyne felt as if she were moving through water. Everything had slowed down. The sensations bursting through her body were driving her insane. Every nerve within her body was firing. She felt licks of fire scorching her flesh. She twisted and turned under the creature's sexual assault as she lay helpless in the bed.

The dream continued to suck her into its grasp. She was sprawled upon the ground, arching into the very forbidden touches she had been taught about. Suckling lips, flickering tongues plunged into the secret, dripping opening between her legs. She was confused and aroused as she felt the twitching knot of her clit pounding wildly with a growing excitement. Her arms stretched upwards, hands opened as if to receive an offerring. Legs lengthening, muscles tightening, Jasmyne's breathing was coming in heavy panting gusts.

Without warning, she became trapped in the erotic all-consuming dream, her hands fall upon the demon's head holding him between the curve of her thighs, arching against the slithering length of its tongue.

 

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It reveled as Jasmyne’s hands pressed its mouth and tongue to her sweet innocents, deepening the sense of reality of the shifting dark gothic dreamscape she was held captive in. Offering her supple virginal body no rest till she was driven to her first orgasm, then slowly the cursed dawn approaching to drive back the real of Shadows it slowly retreats to the darkest corners of her mind promising to return.

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Peter Kole had taken the teaching position more out of boredom than a need for money. His success in the business world was legendary. He had always played by the rules, been a loving husband and good father. But his children where grown and his loving wife had left him for a younger man. So the professorship was a way to fill his lonely days.

Yet of late dark obsessive dreams filled his nights, nights where her dominated and seduced, and used young coeds he taught. Again last night those dark desires had visited him, this time he did not fight them but embraced there seductive call and her let the dark shadowy presence in.

He sat there ready for his young students to enter. This would be a major exam for them, some would succeed some would fail.