Looking For Love

You Nitelight, out of ideas? How is that possible? Are you interested in something with a seasonal theme (ie: monster;)) or romance? Or maybe just good...um, erotic coupling?
 
A challenge? OHHHHH!!

Perhaps if you tell me what you do NOT like, I can cum up with something perfect for us both? I'm easy, I like everything.
 
I place myself in your hands, Countess. My one demand is that we slow down a bit and spread this out over the course of a few days. I don't want you keeping me on line for another eleven consecutive hours, you wily temptress! (LOL)

Otherwise, we play your game.


BTW: As I sat here, I came up with two neat ideas. But that's for another day.
 
I hope you're up for something wild...

Kari Boulet, 30, 5'8", 120, long legs, busty, curvy, blonde hair blue eyes...you know me.

I'm a writer. Started out in journalism then into freelance, finally a novelist. One book doing well on the lists so I have the time and resources to travel. Finally. I've been traveling through Europe, and am now on the last leg, in Romania. (one can never get enough of vampire stories, can they?)
I've found a tiny village in the mountainous eastern part of the country and have been staying in a little inn. It is so quiet I can write without interruption. The only interruption being those I give myself. I even enjoy writing -- get this -- by hand. On actual paper!
I have started taking walks, the village is tiny, but there's a huge castle about a mile away. No one goes there except for the stagecoach once a day.

Today, on my walk, I stayed gone too long and was still far from the inn as night fell. The howling of the wolves started to get under my skin. I kept hearing the sound of sticks and leaves breaking behind me. I walked faster...A fog came up and I lost my bearings! I wandered for what seemed like hours, but may have been only minutes. In a blind panic, I ran into something and fell on my ass.
When I looked up, it wasn't a something. It was a someone.
 
Siman Zeleny

OOC: Siman Zeleny 5'9'', 190. Short but muscular. Curly black hair (just about everywhere) black eyes, dark complexion.
Age ?


IC: I managed to spy on the American for a week without her noticing. Then, I got clumsy. I stepped on a branch, and the resulting crack was loud enough for a dead man to hear. Quite naturally, the woman panicked and blindly ran away. Unfortunately, her path of flight took her deeper into the woods. I took a moment to check the sky. The sun was almost completely gone. She would never make it to the village in time. I hurried after her, cursing all the way.

When I reached her, she was lying on the ground. She seemed more embarrassed than hurt, but her eyes flashed with fear when she saw me rushing toward her. Without breaking stride, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet.
"If you want to live, you'll follow me," I said.
I'm not certain what surprised her more: my sudden appearance, or my perfect English.
 
Kari

I screamed. Quite natural, I assure you, when a strange man appears suddenly like this man did.
"If you want to live, you'll follow me," he said.
I shook my head wordlessly, but he yanked me to my feet.
"Where are you taking me?" I screamed at him, but he ignored me, running faster. In moments we were at the door to the castle and he was pulling me inside. When the door slammed shut, I heard a terrible thud on the other side of the door. So hard it shakes the frame. I scream and fall back into the stranger's arms.
"Who are you and where am I?"
 
They were all around us. I could feel them as I half-dragged and half-carried the woman down the familiar path. They had stopped howling. That's how I knew they were hunting the woman. They feared me, but not enough to abandon their pursuit, believing there was a slight chance I might leave the woman behind to their tender mercy.
When we reached my home, I pushed her inside and slammed the heavy door shut. Instantly, there was a tremendous impact as something came crashing into the thick wood. I stood with my back pressed against the door for a moment, but when no further attack came, I stepped away and barred the door.
The woman rushed into my arms. She was scared, and she was furious. When she calmed down, she spoke.
"I asked you a question. Who are you?"
"You're welcome, Miss Boulet," I said sarcastically. "Or is it Mizz. I'm never certain with you Americans."
I wallked over to the fire and warmed my hands. Then, I poured two glasses of the strong village wine and handed one to my reluctant guest.
"How did you know my name?" she asked.
"I know all about you, Miss Boulet," I said. "My name is Siman Zeleny, and I live here. I also work here. You might say I'm the local forest ranger."
 
Kari

"How do you know so much about me?" I asked.
He just smiled and sipped his wine. I tried mine. It was very strong tasting. Immediately I felt the effects of it go to my head. The room spun for a moment, and I closed my eyes against the sensation. When it settled down, I opened my eyes. I don't remember walking anywhere, but suddenly we weren't in the hallway. We were standing in a large room -- it looked like a library -- in front of a massive fireplace. The fire in it was burning low, casting off only faint heat. Siman was standing in front of me, eyeing me strangely.
I looked at him over the top of my wine glass. He was certainly handsome. The more I looked, the more I liked what I saw. His hair was the most lustrous black and I found my fingers itching to touch it. I clenched my free hand into a fist to resist the urge.
He was strangely compelling. I questioned him, using my rusty journalistic techniques, but he skillfully evaded each one, only revealing tiny bits of information. He lived and worked in the area. But he wouldn't say what he actually did. He had studied abroad, but wouldn't say where.
He gestured to two ornate chairs and we sat across from one another.
"Are you going to take me back to the inn?" I queried.
 
Siman Zeleny

"In the morning," I said. "It's too dangerous tonight. The wolves are everywhere."
I walked over and threw another log on the blazing fire.
"Are you hungry, Miss Boulet? The pantry is well stocked. Unfortunately, the servants have left for the evening. We are all alone."
My guest started to shiver. I was unsure if her trembling could be traced to her recent ordeal, or the thought of being trapped alone with a maniac.
Poor, poor Miss Boulet. So very American. Little did she know there were worse things than maniacs.
"Follow me," I said, heading for the kitchen.
 
Kari

I followed Siman into the kitchen. I couldn't stop shivering. I was a little cold, just enough to make my nipples stand out of my simple cotton dress, but not enough to be terribly uncomfortable. He offered several dishes which were unfamiliar to me.
"Do you have anything simple?" I finally asked.
He thought for a moment then brought out a plate of roasted meat. Very rare. I usually like mine cooked a little longer than this, but I was hungry enough not to object.
He offered me the plate and took a portion in his fingers and fed himself. I felt a little strange eating with my fingers, but - hey! When in Rome...
The meat had a strange flavor that I didn't quite recognize. He poured more of the strong wine and we ate in silence. His eyes never left me. His piercing eyes bore holes into me wherever they touched me. I felt like he was mentally undressing me. Finally, he stood.
"If you'll follow me, I will show you to your room."
I stood and followed him into the darkness.
 
Siman Zeleny

"There is a bathroom through there," I said, indicating the doorway. "This was my sister's room. There are clothes in the dresser. They should fit you. While you change, I'll prepare the bed."
She returned ten minutes later wearing one of Zophie's long white nightdresses. It was tight on her, and clung to her lush body, revealing every voluptious curve. I felt a momentary pang of lust, which I swiftly quelled.
"Your bed is ready," I said, showing her the shackles. "Come over here."
She started to back away, then her eyes flashed at the door. She instantly saw that there was no way around me.
"You're insane," she spat. "I have friends. They know where I am. They'll come looking for me."
I laughed as I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bed.
"You can call them and tell them all about me in the morning, Miss Boulet," I said as I chained her to the bed. "You see, I have to go out tonight. This is just my way of making sure you don't follow me. Pleasant dreams, Miss Boulet."
As I walked away she started screaming profanity at me.
Ah, Americans, with their colorful phrases. I wanted to stay and see if I could pick up any new words, but the wolves were waiting.
 
Kari

How long has he been gone? It seems like forever. My throat is completely hoarse from screaming at him. First, profanities. Then pleading. Finally screams of utter fear as the candle was fanned by a too stiff breeze and sputtered out. I could only whisper.
"Please come back!" My whisper sounded pathetic.
I couldn't see anything. Every sound was magnified. Every breeze that touched me made me squirm in fear.
I didn't dare close my eyes. Oh, please come back!! I promise to lock myself in and not come out. My mind cried out into the darkness.
Suddenly, I felt a presence in the room. The door had not opened but I knew I wasn't alone.
 
Siman Zeleny

It was almost dawn when I returned. Miss Boulet was were I left her, but she was white as a sheet.
"Good morning, Miss Boulet," I said. "I hope you slept well."
I unshackled her, and the first thing she did was slap me across the face.
"You bastard!" she hissed. "You... bastard!"
"Calm down, Miss Boulet..."
"I won't calm down, damn it," she said, her voice raspy from screaming. "You left me here alone all night with that.... thing!"
"That thing, as you call it, was my sister," I said. "Don't worry. She's dead. I asked her to watch over you. You were in no danger."
"You locked me up with a ghost?" she asked.
"I locked you up with my sister," I confirmed. "You don't have to worry about her. The only danger around here comes from the werewolves."
"The werewolves?" she asked, hardly believing what she was saying.
"Yes, the werewolves," I confirmed. "They're what killed my sister."
It was then that she first noticed the fresh scar on my cheek.
 
Kari

A ghost!! My heart thudded painfully in my chest. So much was happening. Was it only yesterday that I was walking through those lovely trees, letting my mind wander...
Now, as I rubbed the feeling back into my wrists, I looked up at Siman.
"What happened to your face?" I whispered. "Was it a...a...werewolf?" Even as I said the words, I knew there was just no such thing.
"You'll see," was his only reply. "Come, let us eat. I am famished."
I allowed him to lead me to the kitchen, then I bolted and ran for the door. I didn't care if I was wearing only this filmy white gown that barely fit. I made it about three steps outside before skidding to a terrified stop in front of a huge wolf, fangs dripping red. It growled, then I felt Siman's hand on my arm, dragging me back inside. For once, I didn't argue.
 
Siman Zeleny

Miss Boulet was panting when I dragged her inside.
"I...thought...you...said...it...was...safe...during...the...day..."
"When I'm with you, it's safe," I said, clarifying my earlier statement. "Alone, you'd be torn to pieces. Come on. I'll fix you breakfast."
While we ate our oatmeal, we started talking, and by the end of the conversation we were Siman and Kari. I told her a little about the history of the region. I told her the story of the Zeleny family, and how it was both our duty and our curse to protect the locals from the forces of evil.
"How did your sister die?" she asked. I didn't answer. When she saw the look of pain on my face, she reached out and pressed her hand against my cheek. I placed my hand on top of hers, and she smiled. She really was a lovely woman, I saw.
"Siman, when can I leave?" she asked.
"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked.
 
"No," I whispered, my hand caressing his face. "I don't want to go now."
I really had no reason to. I had nothing of intrinsic value at the inn and no one to "rush home" to. I was utterly captivated by this dark stranger. The more I learned about him, the more I realized I didn't know.
"Do you think you can show me your home today?" I asked hopefully. "And maybe I could get something else to wear?" I felt a little self-conscious. From where he sat, he could clearly see my nipples poking out through the thin white fabric streached across my breasts. If I stood, he would be able to see more.
"I rather enjoy looking at you as you are," he said. "I don't think anything else of my sister's would fit you and your dress was ruined last night." He sighed. "I suppose you could go naked, but I imagine you'd rather keep that on?"
I assured him that I would!

He showed me his home. It was massive and overpowering. I watched him as he moved me from room to room showing me the library, the ballroom, the parlor, bedrooms...
The sun began to set once again and Siman began to lead me back to my bedroom. Realizing what he intended to do, I begged, "Please, don't leave me like this again!"
His eyes narrowed...
 
Siman Zeleny

"I don't have to go out tonight," I said. "Tonight is the Night of the Bloodmoon. Sort of a werewolf holiday. They'll howl, and they'll rut, but there will be no killing. I planned on spending a quiet evening at home. So, no, I won't be chaining you tonight."
To her surprise, I put my arms around her and pulled her close.
"Not unless you are... what's the American phrase... oh, yes... 'in to it'."
 
OCC: I will comply with your request to go slow, but would you consider fulfilling one of my as-yet-unfulfilled fantasies? I long to be rescued (from imminent danger, maybe even a little injury on my part). However you might set it up, I would simply love that.

IC: We were so close in height that I only had to look slightly up to loose myself in his eyes. So dark and mysterious.
"So, tonight, it will be safe for me?" I asked breathlessly. "Unless I ask for it?" My grin told him I was teasing. "And do I want to know what 'rutting' is exactly?"

Siman took my hand and led me into the library. The fire was blazing and he'd set out a deep fur rug in front of the hearth. A bottle of the strong wine from last night sat on a table away from the heat of the fire, with two glasses.
He pulled me to him and, placing his hands on my cheeks, not touching me in any other way, kissed me softly. His lips were drugging. I opened my lips to his probing tongue and let my tongue duel with his. My hands slid up to press against his chest. Feeling the strong muscles beneath my fingers. Feeling his heart beating in time with mine. He drew his lips away from mine and looked at me, the fire shining in his eyes.
"Care for a glass of wine?"
 
Siman Zeleny

OOC: Fantasy noted, and filed away. I have some twists in mind for this story, right after this brief (?) sexual interlude.


IC:
"Care for a glass of wine?" I asked.
"Maybe later," she said as she put her arms around me. It had been a long time since I had held a beautiful woman. We kissed again, and as I my hands roved up and down her body, I could see that she wore nothing underneath the thin nightdress. I helped her pull it off, then took her hand and led her too the fireplace. I gently lowered her to the wolfskin rug, then quickly undressed. There was no time for foreplay as she opened herself to me and I accepted the invitation.
"I am not a gentle lover," I warned her.
 
I could feel the heat rising off his body when he held me and then helped me off with my nightgown. My own tension was far to strong to resist.

"I am not a gentle lover," he warned me.

My eyes fluttered closed and a small smile played across my lips. "I am not a delicate flower you must hold gently or not at all," I replied.
My eyes met his and I reached out for him.
He fell to me, naked and hungry. I tried to remember the last time I had wanted something as bad as I wanted Siman right now, but had no previous recollection of anything this strong.
I was wet and wanting when he thrust into me.
 
Siman Zeleny

The sex was savage. Animalistic. Wonderful.
I was merciless as I drove myself into Kari, thrusting my steel hard dagger into her greedy sheath. She returned my passion a thousandfold, raking my back with her nails and biting my shoulder until she drew blood. Tortured sounds came from her throat, wordless lustful cries that came from I know not where.
I knew I wouldn't last long at this pace, but I didn't care. All I wanted was release, sweet release, which came quickly as I fired hot load after hot load into her belly. As I came, Kari tightened her vaginal muscles, and refused to release me until I had been milked dry.
 
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