Nightmares (Closed for Cgraven and RotheAllure)

[RotheAllure]

Maral liked All Hallow's Eve, and the Halloween parties that came with it. It was her one chance to forget who she was, get away from her mundane life, and be someone else for a change. She had been very elaborate in her choosing and assembling her halloween costume. A Midnight Angel is what she called it. And she looked stunning in it.

The costume, with it's ebon black wings, and clinging coal black dress, even accented with long black gloves, was striking on her. Her flawless pale skin, and dark eyes, and long wild mane the color of the same midnight her costume was. She looked every inch that gothic midnight Angel she was going for. So different from her plain, and so very boring life of a bank teller.


Well, at least she moved out of that pit of an apartment she had been living in. She loved her new apartment , and the fact that it was in one of her favorite buidlings in New York City, The Dakota , made working at the bank worth it. Even if she had to deal with her leering manager and the moronic customers every day.

She didn't want to think about work anymore. It was Friday night, she had a party to go to.

Well, the party did not go so well. Her one friend at work, Aleesha, had thrown the party, but unfortunately, Aleesha had invited that same leering bank manager. Herman was his name, but Maral had taken to calling him, Hormel, because he was a plain and dull as canned ham. Just that thought always made her giggle. Herman had shown up dressed up as the Incredible Hulk. He looked ridiculous with his green painted skin and bright green shorts. He had no shirt on, which was just disgusting in and of itself. As soon as he saw Maral, he was all over her. She spent the night fighting him off.

It was times like these she wished she had a boyfriend.

Truth be told, Maral never had a boyfriend. Guys were certainly attracted to her, but she refused to go any further than a kiss after a date, and in this modern day and age, men just expected so much more. She was an innocent flower set amongst a thicket of thorns. Even Aleesha teased her about it, once she had a few drinks in her.

Maral wanted romance, to be seduced, to be courted. And, if one delved deeper, Maral wanted to be the damsal in distress, at the mercy of the wicked one, and rescued by her true love. She had read way to many fantasy and romance novels in her teenage years, that's for sure.

She had such high hopes for tonight's party, and it turned out to be a disappointment.

She went home before the clock even struck midnight, feeling very alone.

Once there she stripped off her costume, feeling a bit sad that no one had said anything about it, or complimented her on it. Did she even have any real friends? Or was she fooling herself into thinking they were friends??

She took a quick shower, and then slipping into one of her long black tees that she always slept in, climbed into bed, turning out the light and plunging the room into darkness. Closing her eyes, she wished for sleep.

 

[cgraven]

He looked out over the city spread below him a twisted smile gracing his face. What a Jaded Age. They where educated, liberated, willing to believe in a benevolent creator but dismissing evil as inconvenient archaic. All the better for one could not defend against something one refused to admit existed. He lifted his eyes towards the night sky the pale virginal beauty of the moon in her flight. He watched as tendrils of mist streaked the sky like long fingers reaching for the moon tearing at her in her flight seeking to pull her form the sky and bend her to their will.

A sigh escaped his lips how long had it been sense he had tasted innocence? That sweetness so delicate so fragile, so tempting. The euphoric joy of seducing that innocence, stripping it away layer by layer, laying the soul bear, until the hapless victim was lost in a dark world of passions, until they where his. He had almost given up hope then on the night wind he caught the first faint scent of it. Like a perfume that is a haunting memory it called to him. His nostrils flared, could it really be? Then the scent grew stronger and he stretched his wings to the night sky and joined the night wind. He slipped from shadow to shadow until he came to rest on the ledge beneath th turret. He peered in and their he saw her turning down her bed. A pale beauty dressed in shimmering black. He shunned the hated light drew further back into the shadows as he savored the lines of her supple young body. Yes here was a prize worth the taking at last.

The wraith sold in to her room slipping from shadow to shadow he waited till she was in that half world between waking and sleeping a world where the her world and his world over lapped. Softly his voice came to her calling her paining a picture in her mind that took shape and form.

Maral, Maral.

A dark deep seductive voice called her name. She was dressed Midnight Angel, in a nightmare landscape. The ghostly shapes of twisted gnarled trees surrounded and then the cry of hounds a dark threatening howl as they bayed at the moon in her flight. Then she could see their eyes red-hot coals from the depths of hell. As she ran the twisted limbs of the forest seemed to tear at her, as if they where fingers reaching for her, grasping, to hold her for the beasts that bayed at the moon and chased her through the nightmare landscape. . They where coming, coming for her.

 

[RotheAllure]

She felt herself drifting away, finally. Her body relaxing, her breathing deepening and slowing, her mind finally letting go and allowing her to rest. The darkness swirled around her, curling, embracing, drawing her into the world of dreams. Maral had always been a vivid dreamer (much like the writer is ) and oft times enjoyed her journey into the world of fantasy and romance, here her Prince Charming, or whatever her mind conjured up, would be waiting.

Only, something was different this night.

First off, it was cold, bone chilling cold, she shivering both within the dream and in her bed. A breeze blew over her form, whispering to her, telling her to run, run far, run fast, or He, HE would get her.

Run !! Run FAST!!

Maral blinked, quickly looking around. She felt the wings on her back move, flutter, and snapped her head around to look over her shoulder at them. THEY WERE REAL. She shook her head, thinking she was loosing her mind, but the reality was, the reality she was in now, the fact was she was an Angel, a Midnight Angel, fallen from the glories of heaven. Maral tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. She had read one too many books, one too many stories online.

Run !! Run FAST !!

She heard the baying call of a hound, in the distance, and as Maral whipped around, the world around her came more into focus. A dark, haunting landscape, fingertips of mist trailing thru the darkness, as if searching, searching for a soul to devour. The baying howls were getting closer, and Maral could see something in the distance, eyes, glowing, flickering firey eyes, many, and all were heading for her.

She had to RUN !!!

She turned, racing into the nearby wood. The trees were groaning, and as Maral ran deeper within, she thought she could feel the branches reaching out for her, trying to ensnare her, entangle her in a web of darkness, of shadows, until the Spider arrived. And, it was the Spider she feared. Her wings tightened to her back, quivering as a warm lacing of fear seeped into her veins.

RUN MARAL RUN !!!

She stumbled, her wings opening to steady her, before settling back aginst her spine, she climbing to her feet. Her body quivering, a beading of terror induced sweat glistening on her skin. She looked about frantically. There HAD to be a place to hide, there HAD to be. But there was none, and she ran again, as the trees reached for her once more, wanting to pull her in, to hold her captive, until He, the Spider, arrived.

 

[cgraven]

She stumbled, her wings opening to steady her, before settling back against her spine, she climbing to her feet. Her body quivering, a beading of terror induced sweat glistening on her skin. She looked about frantically. There HAD to be a place to hide, there HAD to be. But there was none, and she ran again, as the trees reached for her once more, wanting to pull her in, to hold her captive, until He, the Spider, arrived.

The Master of the hounds came galloping upon his firry steady the thundering of hooves mingling with the baying of the hounds. Closer, closer they came their glowing eyes following her every move. The hot moist breath of the beasts washing across her pale feverous skin, glistening whit fangs tearing at her gown , the renting of cloth her legs bared and the rider bending from his saddle his arms encircling her trim waist to draw her up to the pummel her body pressed against him. His features dark than night with a beauty so frightening it took your breath away. His eyes fathomless eyes where as black as night. dark soulless eyes that threatened to devour Maral. His head bent to hers His lips slightly parted They claimed hers pressed to her warm moist lips his tongue slide across her full ripe lips, across the even white line of her teeth and demanded entry into the chaste cavern of her mouth. This creature of the night had come for her come to claim her as his own.

 

[RotheAllure]

The branches clawed at her, grabbing, holding, she unable to gain her feet fully, unable to run any further. She tore at the limbs, trying to break free, hearing the baying of the hounds, and something else, something deeper, pulsing, more sinister. It was the thunder of hooves.

He was coming !!

Maral nearly screamed, panic washing over her. If any looked upon her in bed, they would see her thrashing in her sleep, as if trying to ward off many hands, reaching for her, grasping her, holding her.

The hounds were on her, growling, barking, tearing at her dress, the sound of silk ripping, she feeling the hot breath of the hounds on her skin. She could not break away, could not fight them off, she had to, SHE HAD TO RUN!!


But the Angel was trapped, the web having closed around her, sticky, unforgiving, unrelenting, entangling her. She felt the thudding of hooves, so close, the grunting sound of a horse, then, hands, hands were on her, holding her, lifting her.

"No, NO, PLEASE NO!" she tried to anchor herself by grabbing a thick branch, hanging on, desperately hanging on, to no avail, He easily lifting her upwards, until she was seated across the Beast, so much larger than just a horse, in His grasp, against His body.

Maral stopped struggling, as soon as her own dark eyes, strangely almost the same blackness as His, only hers had that flicker of life, of love, of humanity, of innocence within them, met His fathomless, haunting, gaze. She felt as if she were looking into the depths of hell itself. Maral tried to scream, she wanted to scream. Scream in terror, scream in despair, but she could not. Her voice was silenced by His kiss as He lowered His head to her own.

His lips were so cold, so chilled, against her own warm, moist lips. Maral whimpered slightly into that kiss, trying to push Him away, yet unable to. He was much to strong, much to powerful.

Where was her Prince Charming now? Or, or was He it? No, No, He was an abomination, yet she had not even registered just who or what He was. For the moment, all she could see where His eyes, those dark pits of eyes.

She felt the insistent press of His tongue, parting her lips, slithering inside her mouth. "MMmm Nnnnnoo, nnnnn" a desperate plea to not do this, lost in the depths of the kiss. Her tongue finding His, hers was warm, velvet soft. His was as chilled as His lips, it felt as if she were kissing death itself, yet He slid His around hers, exploring her mouth, as if tasting her, tasting her innocence.

Maral had only kissed one other person this way, and that had been back in high school, and even then it had not been near this deeply, nor intimately. Her mouth was as innocent and as virginal as the rest of her.

Maral was caught, caught in the embrace of this creature, this darkness, her wings quivering now the only indication of her fear.

 

[cgraven]

Maral was caught. caught in the embrace of this creature, this darkness, her wings quivering now the only indication of her fear.

The taste of sweet innocence, the intoxicating taste of her fear as her supple young body quivered in his grasp. He smiled at her pitiful struggles her gasped plea

"MMmm Nnnnnoo, nnnnn"

Muffled by the intimacy of their kiss. He let it linger, deepen, until there was nothing else there was not past, no future, just the present just that one darkly perfect kiss. A kiss that called to all the girlish romantic hopes, and dreams of Maral, passions to long denied.

When the creature’s lips parted from hers he left her breathless. His lips traced the line of her jaw with kisses as soft as the kiss of a butterfly’s wings. His teeth pulled at her earlobe as he whispered her name

Maral

It danced on his tongue a sensual sound as only a lover can give to the name of his beloved. His kisses float down the sensual curve of her neck. A flash of pale moonlight on the gleaming surface of his dagger the cruelly curved blade cold as death parts the laces of Marla’s bodice. Cold steel on warm flesh, the whispered renting of silk, the kiss of pale moon light on her bared virginal breasts, the soft caress of his kisses as the tip of his tongue teasingly circles her dusky pink areola.

Maral

His breath hot and moist washing over her silken skin as he inhales her virginal nipple, rolling it along the ridged roof of his mouth.

 

[RotheAllure]

Maral gasped when the kiss broke. Her face flush with heat. She felt as if He had indeed stolen her breath, she desperate to reclaim it. He turned her to face Him, she now sitting astride the Beast Horse, she could feel the powerful animal between her now widely parted thighs. Maral felt the brush of His lips, still cool, still chilled, trace the line of her jaw, the supple curve of her throat.

"please, ssstop" she managed to whisper. What she should be doing is screaming. But she knew, somewhere deep inside her mind, that screaming would not help her, not save her.

But maybe, it would wake her up??????

Maral

Her name rolled from His lips, His breath surprisingly heated in her ear.

A glint catching her eye, cool moonlight reflecting off smooth, lethal steel. She seeing the curved dagger in His hand, and almost she screams, tensing, yet the dagger only caresses flesh, kissing her skin as He slices thru the shimmering silk that covers her from His gaze, that deep ebon gaze.

Maral

Again her name drips from His lips.

Scream !

SCREAM !!!! Her mind pleads with her. SCREAM !!!!

The chilled touch of lips to her bared nipple. Her scream instead escapes as a deep moan, a sensation she has never felt before cascading thru to her very nerve endings. Arching her back, her body lifting slightly as He takes that tender peak into His mouth, Maral's wings suddenly unfold and open, trembling, brushing against the head and neck of the Beast Horse, which neighs softly, but does not move. It knows it's Master well. Maral grabs His shoulders, a weak attempt to push Him back from her, but instead, as He suckles, she sinks her nails into the muscle, gasping, crying out, her head thrown back. She could feel that peak swelling, warming under the assault of His mouth, the rake of His teeth.

Who or what was this, this THING !!!!

"Please, PLEASE STOP!" she finally manages to cry "PLEASE"

 

[cgraven]

"Please, PLEASE STOP!" she finally manages to cry "PLEASE"

the pale moonlight streamed through the window of Maral’s bedroom her Black tee was shredded, her delicate fingers rested above her moist taunt nipple Her silken skin shimmered with a fine sheen of sweat. It had been a dream, a nightmare, it had to be, and yet…………………..

He had drawn back from the innocent young beauty as she had silently screamed in her mind shattering the delicate balance between the world of dreams and that of waking. He smile as he remained hidden in the darkest shadows of her room those black fathomless eyes watching her drinking in her fear, and his nostrils filled with the musky fragrance of her arousal and he savored her first step on a long dark road.

What a gorgeous creature this young human was as she sat there in her bed Her naked bosom rising in falling in quivering gasps in the pale light of the moon. The stray hairs that clung to her angelic face, her silken hair dark as a raven’s wing. So innocent so naïve, so succulent a ripe plumb ripe for the picking.

 

[RotheAllure]

Maral awoke with a start, eyes snapping open, that unvoiced scream echoing in her mind. She sat up. She was drenched, and the tee shirt was ripped, more like shredded.

"I must have had a nightmare" she whispered to herself as she unsteadily climbed out of bed, brushing back a tendril of her ebony hair. She made her way to the bathroom, flicking on the light. She looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was flush, she was trembling, and, her tee was nearly ripped off her. What had she been doing in this nightmare?? She had vague flashes in her mind, but not enough to put together. What was most alarming to her were her nipples. Both were deep red, pulsing, almost as if someone had been, had been, suckling on them.

Splashing some cool water on her face, taking a drink, she finally turned off the light, and, changing tee shirts, she headed back to bed. Glancing at the clock she muttered "it's 3 in the morning. What is the matter with me" She was anxious to get back to sleep. She hoped this time she would find herself in one of her more pleasant dreams.

She let her eyes close once more. She had no idea that a Creature, a Being, a Shadow, was watching her, intently.

 

[cgraven]

He shied back from the light, that hated light, his hiss of distaste, like the sighing of the night wind. Those dark soulless eyes watched every move the young beauty made. He could taste her fear, savored it and the memory of her sweet innocent flesh, twisted his thin lips into a malicious smile. She moved with a fluid grace as again she came to her bed her stunning young body bared from him by the flimsy material of her tee shirt.

"it's 3 in the morning. What is the matter with me"

Maral’s voice a sweet sensual whisper drew him once more closer to her. The demon of the night winds watched as she tossed and turned as sleep evaded her. It was if her soul knew that danger lurked close by, that sleep would lose the monster allow it to once again torment her. Yet sleep did come at last and with Him

He came stealing into her dreams, twisting her dreamscape into a fiendish landscape. Again, Maral found herself in that twisted haunted forest. He baying of the hounds, hounds from hell came to her on the night wind and the thunder of horse’s hooves and she knew it was the great beast and He would be astride of it and that she was what these creatures hunted.

The gnarled branches of this nightmarish landscape tore at her clutched at her as they tried to hold her for the nightrider. When all seemed lost, the last shred of hope gone a lonely Chateau appeared offering her sanctuary. Its windows looked out on the nightmare world like soulless eyes in a skull. The massive door swung open a figure stood there back lighted and as Maral collapsed into his arms she looked up in to His]/i] dark eyes.

 

[RotheAllure]

Sleep indeed did find Maral again, closing over her after her restlessness like a warm, comfortable blanket.

But that warmth turned to a deepening chill only a moment later. The baying of the hounds, an eerie echo in the darkness, drawing closer, ever closer. This followed by the deeper, more ominous thundering of hooves.

It was Him. He was coming, again. Coming.............................. for her.

Panic flooded thru her. Along with the dark memory of a dream just past, when He had her, upon the Beast, His mouth enveloping her nipple, tasting her, teeth raking the sensative peak, and her moans of......................................pleasure???

Maral tore thru that darkened wood once more, fighting to stay on her feet, even as the hounds drew closer. She fought the branches that seemed to grab at her, trying to entangle her, she bending and breaking them as she fought her way thru. Around her came more ominious sounds, the slither a snake, the wayward scream of a girl, the mournful groan of a beast. The mists drifting, a ribbon of softness that laced the air, hiding those ever present eyes, eyes that stared back at her, eyes that saw her as prey, eyes that laughed when she fell.

It was the eyes, the windows, of the Chateau that caught her attention, shining thru the mists, as the hounds nipped and growled at her heels. Beckoning her with warmth, and safety. The deepening vibration of the hooves drawing ever closer, her near terror threatening to erupt to the surface.

In the bed, Maral began thrashing once more, as if fighting her way thru the thickening underbrush that tried to hold her for Him, to ensare her, entangle her.

But Maral was strong in her fear, ripping thru, the Chateau in her sight.

Bursting thru the last of the entangled branches, she stumbling and falling, only to get to her feet once more, just as the door opened. Her eyes focusing on the figure outlined by the flickering firelight behind Him. Her Saviour, He had to be her Saviour. It did not dawn on her panic numbed mind that the hoove beats had stopped, that the baying and growling had ceased.

Maral, exhausted and terrified, fell into His arms, feeling His strength engulf her. She looked up, seeing those dark eyes, HIS DARK EYES.

The recognition alit in her eyes, but only for a moment, before they glazed over, her voice quivering as she whispered "Thank You, Thank You for saving me" her mind not willing to realize that it was HE that held her, held her tight in His arms, trapped, captured, the Spider having opened the web and drawn in the butterfly.

 

[cgraven]

From the deep shadows, shadows that shifted altered with the light of the moon in her flight across the night sky he watched. The creature of the shadows the Lord of the Night Wind yes glowed brightly as Maral began thrashing once more, as if fighting the sheets that ensnared her, entangled her. The girl’s supple young body arched in her struggle her seductively sculptured leg caught in the gaze of the moon and bared to her thigh. The creature crept nearer his victim as her nightmare and reality drew closer.

Maral, exhausted and terrified, fell into His arms, feeling His strength engulf her. She looked up, seeing those dark eyes, HIS DARK EYES.

The recognition alit in her eyes, but only for a moment, before they glazed over, her voice quivering as she whispered.

"Thank You, Thank You for saving me"

He held the hapless beauty in his arms, the butterfly ensnared in the spider’s web helpless and at his mercy. Soft haunting music seemed to call from deep within the Chateau. He Smiled into her eyes and whispered a single word.

“Lumier.”

A name, His name, how strange in this dark, macabre, nightmare world He should be called light]/i]. Yet there was no time to think to reason or even to utter a simple prayer, as Lumier took her by the arm and led her into the Chateau. The high Gothic windows looked down on them the moon as if an eye seemed to follow them from arched widow to arched window a mother franticly searching for her lost child. Down that endless corroder he led Maral, the music growing louder with every step until they seemed to burst through a set of double oaken doors into the gala Ball, the denizens of all the romantic novels she had read here as if waiting for her.

Lumier took Maral into his arms he crushed her to his body and his body moved against hers in a sensually seductive invitations as he led her in a dance a dance where the tempo built to a blinding crescendo. On and on they danced as they whirled about the floor. He in his dark cape and she in her long black tee shirt and bare feet. His lips lowered to hers to steal a kiss, they claimed hers in a passionate kiss that stole her breathe way and threatened to steal her soul as well.

The creature watched as Maral struggled caught in a dream that would not let her go. Her alabaster skin shimmered in the silvery light of the moon, when her full ripe coral lips parted for her dream lover’s kiss, the creature’s thin cold lips claimed Maral’s warm lips his serpent’s tongue savoring the sweetness of her mouth as the moon watched.

 

[RotheAllure]

There was something strange about this dream. Was it really a dream or more of a nightmare. No matter, there was something strange about what was happening.

The first that Maral noticed, and it felt like, for a moment, she were watching a movie. That was it, a late night movie, a horror movie, or one of those macabre gothic theatrical movies. But what Maral first noticed was, she was no longer that midnight angel she had been earlier. No, far from it. In fact, as she danced thru the great hall, surrounded by those other ethereal, ghostly creatures, in the arms of her.............. Saviour? ................ She was not even in a gown of any kind. She was in her SLEEPING TEE.

Another small thing that Maral noticed, was the lack of people. The images floating around her, as if dancing to the music, were just that, images.

Something was very wrong.


Her body moved with His, gliding, swaying, she felt His cape shroud her for a moment, fluttering in an unseen, but chilling breeze. Her glazed eyes slowly focused again, seeing His dark ones, fathomless dark eyes, flickering with the fires of hell itself. Maral tried to scream, but His lips lowered to rest upon hers, silencing her with a deepening kiss. Her own lips parting, her cry for help melting into a low moan, which only mingled with the haunting music that slowly slithered thru the night.


In her bed, Maral gasped, feeling the touch of lips to her own, the snaking of a serpentine tongue into her virgin mouth. Desperately she tried to rouse herself, but could not, as if the dream, the nightmare were alive and did not want to die upon waking. Her lips and mouth quickly accepted the kiss, her tongue, even in her sleep, meeting and curling around His, the kiss deepening.


In the dream world, Maral lay her hands to the chest of the Man?? Creature?? holding her, trying to push away, trying to break the hold of that kiss.

 

[cgraven]

Maral tried to scream, but His lips lowered to rest upon hers, silencing her with a deepening kiss. Her own lips parting, her cry for help melting into a low moan, which only mingled with the haunting music that slowly slithered thru the night.


In her bed, Maral gasped, feeling the touch of lips to her own, the snaking of a serpentine tongue into her virgin mouth. Desperately she tried to rouse herself, but could not, as if the dream, the nightmare were alive and did not want to die upon waking. Her lips and mouth quickly accepted the kiss, her tongue, even in her sleep, meeting and curling around His, the kiss deepening.

Maral’s nightmare world and that of reality drew nearer and nearer to each other as if they threatened to become one. One world that would claim her body and soul. Even as she surrendered to the phantom kiss of the creature his long sharp claw parting her nightshirt, her breasts bared to the pale moon’s gaze. So too in that macabre world where the Lumier danced with her, her gown fluttered to the ballroom’s floor to pool around her ankles leaving the timid virgin naked before the master of the night wind.

As the moon watched in her flight the Lord of the Night Wind lips parted from the sleeping beauty’s. His kisses floated down the sensual curve of Maral’s throat. That serpentine tongue flickered across her silken skin tasting her sweetness, teasing her senses. His thin bloodless lips bowed as that tongue flicked across each of her nipples in turn, before his sensual caress and seductive kiss floated lower, down across Maral quivering abdomen, his hot moist breath a hellish temptation as Maral’s downy fleece danced in it. Sharply clawed fingers spread virginal thighs, the brush of a calloused scaled cheek, then the of the serpent’s tongue on rose pink virginal folds.

In her nightmare world Maral dances on and on with the dark figure of Lumier, her lithe naked body pressed to his, the ghostly music building to a crescendo as sightless eyes of the damned watch the dance of seduction.

 

[RotheAllure]

Maral actually opened her eyes as she slept, the sensations that suddenly took hold were intense, almost overwhelming. Her fingers grasping the bedding as her eyes fluttered closed again, the nightmare, the dream, drawing her back into it's embrace, yet her body, her body was feeling the reality, the living, of what was happening to her, what was being done to her.

Gasping, she felt the slither of a tongue in her most intimate of places. Her hips lifting from the bed, back arching. Often, Maral had dreamed of this, in her own fairytale world of Princes and Castles, of Princesses and Romance. She had dreamed of the decadent, of being tasted like this, being pleasured, before being taken by the Prince. But even lost in the nightmare dance with the mysterious, dark, dangerous, shadowed Stranger, she knew her body was feeling something very very real.

Again her eyes opened as she cried out, she becoming very wet, and very aroused. The warmth overspreading her sex, her sweetness flowing for Him to taste. Writhing on the bed, she felt her body shudder as the pleasure washed over and thru her, radiating from where He was now licking at her. She did not even realize that her tee shirt was shredded again, her body bare, flush, heated.

In the dream, she was as naked as she was on the bed, her body melting into that of the Stranger, His darkness seeming to envelope her, as their bodies swayed together. In the dream, she could feel the unmistakable sensations of being licked, tasted, feasted upon, her arousal gliding down her smooth, supple thighs as she moved, thick, warm droplets........................................... which spilled from her as she again squirmed, trembling, under Him on the bed, His mouth buried to her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddd" Maral cried out, as His tongue caressed over her clit, she pulsing, her clit so sensitive, His tongue sending jolts of electricity thru her. "Ohhhhhhhhh goddddd... MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm"

 

[cgraven]

Soft doe eyes flutter open smoldering with a desire that burns like fire in Maral’s belly a fire of dark passion enkindled by the creature that feasts on her innocence.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddd" Maral cried out, as His tongue caressed over her clit, she pulsing, her clit so sensitive, His tongue sending jolts of electricity thru her. "Ohhhhhhhhh goddddd... MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmm"

Reality and her dark erotic nightmare twist and entwined together till reality and fantasy are one in that shadowed world that exists between sleeping and waking where the creature she knows as Lumier is Master. Master of her of her flesh, master of the dark passions that now threaten to overwhelm Maral. Her supple young body arching to the forbidden pleasure he brings to her. The dark fulfillment of her girlish dreams.

In Maral’s nightmare her dream lover slowly kissed his way back up her quivering body, clothed only in the pale light of the moon, his tongue sensually caressing the girl’s silken skin, exploring, searching for each little hidden place that will bring Maral unimagined pleasure. His lips hover over hers, he is so close and yet so far. Those lips that tongue that has brought her such pleasure hovering above her moist full ripe lips. All she has to do is rise to claim them and the pleasure they bring. A flicker of gold in the darkest depth of his eyes. Maral feels his lips the brush of his tongue.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The Blair of the alarm. The hiss of the creature at the hated light and he slinks back into the shadows denied the prize as Maral slips closer to waking.

Till tonight by pet.

the haunting whisper a promise and a warning.

 

[RotheAllure]

She could scent her arousal as He breathed so very close to her own lips, the tip of her tongue slipping free to caress her softness, as if trying to taste herself. He was so close, that His breath tickled, warmed, taunted.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The sound split into her mind

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Insistant, annoying, slicing thru her dreams, and her reality, even if she didn't realize it quite yet.

It was morning.

Maral slowly became aware, her eyes fluttering open, her body quivering slightly, she taking a deep, deep breath as she sat up. Her drapes were drawn tightly, a sliver of sunlight was all that shown thru. Funny, she didn't remember drawing her drapes closed.

Slowly sitting up, a droplet of sweat glides down between her bared breasts. BARED?? What the?? Looking down at herself, her tee shirt, another one, shredded, she was naked, sweat gleaming on her skin, and.......................... she was wet, wet and very aroused. It took her still waking mind a moment to comprehend that.

What had she been dreaming about? She tried to search her mind, but the images that came back were quite fuzzy, dancng, a dark cloaked stranger, and.....................

and.........................................

Maral lay back, letting the one vivid memory flood her mind. Feeling someone licking her, tasting her. Always that had been a focal point for her, an arousing thought and image. Now, as she lay back, legs spreading wide, she used that dark image, of someone, altho she could put no face to it, someone, between her legs, licking, tasting, pleasuring her. Her fingers dancing over her still swollen and throbbing clit, her hips rocking slightly as she moans, it took only a moment or two to bring herself to climax, her cries muffled by the pillow she bit into as she came.

That must have been some dream, she thought to herself. She had climaxed quickly, and as the pleasure flooded her body, she thought to herself, this was one of her better ones, at least.

Closing her eyes, she let the last sensations warm her, it was then she heard the voice, a soft, tantalizing whisper.

Till tonight my pet.

A promise, a warning. Till Tonight.

A shower and a cup of tea later and Maral felt better. At least she did not have to work today. She had set the alarm to get an early start on so much that needed to be done. By the time she left her apartment, it was nearly 10 am, a much later start than she wanted.

By the time she returned, it was more than 12 hours later. Her day had been hectic, busy. But thruout, she had kept thinking of her dream, as if remembering little bits and pieces. While having dinner, alone, at her favorite little hole in the wall restaraunt, she had been approached by a man, trying to pick her up of all things. She had politely turned him down, even tho he was quite handsome, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. But certainly not her type. Maral's dream men always were darkly handsome. She did, for a moment, imagine that the man was the mysterious Stranger she had been dancing with in her dream, the one that had saved her.

Saved her?

It took her only a moment to remember being chased, being terrified, and running to Him.

But wasn't He the one chasing her???? Maral's mind would not reveal that.

After dinner, she went to a movie, and got home to her apartment a little after 11pm. Tired, but not quite ready for bed, she changed into a long tee, her usual, and curled up on the couch to watch a bit of TV.

She was asleep moments later, the TV droning on in the background.

 

[cgraven]

"No, NO" Maral screamed desperately, searching for a way out, not even aware that this was a dream. For her, this nightmare was reality. On the couch where she lay, she cried out, "Noooo PLEASE"

The Lord of the Night Wind hand slid over Maral’s supple young body. As she screamed her terror, he dragged her to her hands and knees. Like the hell hounds of her feverish nightmare his hot moist breathe washed over the nape of her neck. His gnarled, calloused hands and long clawed fingers pushed the helm of her tee shirt up over her back, a flick of those clawed talons grazed the tips of her peaked rose bud nipples as he molded his body to hers, grinding his groin against her upturned ass.

The rider leaned forward in the saddle taking the young beauty’s hand even as she begged.

"who, who are You? What are You"

Maral’ shivered as the demon Lord Lumier cupped her chin his velvet-gloved hand brushing the tears from her flawless cheek.

“Lumier”

His voice a hushed whisper dark as the velvet night. He turned his dark eyes to hers and in them flickered the fires of passion, lust, and darkest temptation.

“Your Master Maral the one who you will serve.”

Before the dark angelic beauty could answer Lumier claimed her mouth, a dark kiss full of searing passion the taste of her own arousal on his lips. He let her see how she in the black depths of his eyes her own fingers pleasuring herself and the dark hunger in her own eyes. He bared the dark recesses of the young virgin’s soul to her.

“I can grant you the pleasure you seek all you have to do is give yourself to me Maral.”

Her name flowed from his lips as sweet as honey and as dark as blood red wine. He called to her darkest desires and his eyes seemed to promise the pleasure that his words spoke of.

 

[RotheAllure]

Again, in the midst of her dream, Maral managed to open her eyes, in a desperate attempt to free herself of the nightmare which now held her captive. But a mere moment later and her eyes closed once more, as the Creature turned her to her belly, coaxing her hips up, the girl, in the physical world, now on her hands and knees, bared, vunerable, to the evil that pressed against her. A low groan, perhaps subconscious, a plea for mercy when words could not be formed, whispered past her lips as His taloned fingers raked over her virgin nipples. His hips slowly, agonizingly slowly, rolling along her own. Another groan, the word, again a plea "nooooo" mingled within.


The hounds quickly backed away, as the dark Rider leaned forward in the saddle, a deep snort from the Beast He rode echoing in the now quiet of the tangled forest. His velvet gloved hand gently cupping her cheek, she lifting her eyes to His. She was trembling, almost violently trembling, silent tears lacing down her cheeks.

"who, who are You? What are You"

“Lumier”

"Your Master Maral the one who you will serve.”


Her eyes widened. How................. How had He known of her most forbidden, her most perverted, her most erotic dreams? How did He know that she often dreamed of herself being a slave, a slave to a most powerful Master? It was something she never spoke about. She knew that Dominance and submission existed in the sexual world. But she had never explored it, never dared. How...................................

"MMMaster?" she whispered, just before His lips claim her own, that velvet gloved hand resting to her cheek. Maral's own lips parted, as if she were unable to control them, accepting His kiss, His tongue, a whimper slipping past, the slight vibration tickling both His lips and her own. In His eyes, she saw herself, a dim reflection, of herself masterbating, pleasuring herself. Maral tried to break from the kiss, but could not, not until He released her. She could taste herself on her own lips, the tip of her tongue gliding across.

“I can grant you the pleasure you seek all you have to do is give yourself to me Maral.”

She stared up at Him, her dark eyes glistening, a tendril of her ebon hair gently falling forward, she brushing it back with slender fingers.

Give herself to Him.

Give herself to................................................ Him.

She stepped back, letting His velvetted hand fall from her cheek. She could still feel His kiss, as well as feel something more, a warmth, in the deepest part of her, she shivering. It was as if she could feel Him licking her, she under Him, His tongue, long, serpentine, forked, tasting her. Maral let out a low moan, as a hound approached, creeping up on her, trying to glide his nose to the scent that now came from her, the scent of arousal, of pleasure, of sex.

Give herself to Him...................


"Give myself to You" she whispered, suddenly feeling as if the world were closing in around her. The Hounds were baying again, the thoughts were assaulting her again, thought of mating, of mounting.

Maral reached out to Him "Give myself to You" she again repeated, both in the dream and on that couch, with Him looming over her.

 

[cgraven]

"MMMaster?" she whispered.


Her voice soft as silk that single whispered word not quite a question nor an affirmation of her darkest desire. Lumier could see in those soft doe eyes how the young virgin was both repelled and tempted at the same time.

"Give myself to You"

The whispered question formed on her honey sweet lips even as she stepped back from the Dark stranger. That single step that separated them seemed to some how brig the circling hell hounds closer the boldest muzzle seeking the sweet scent of Maral’s arousal, its tongue flicking out to caress the girls milky white thigh.

The Lord of the night wind hands cupped the thrashing young beauty’s breasts as her drew her virginal body back to him. He ground his hips to hers in a slow tempting pantomime of Maral’s rape. He nipped at the nape of her neck, his teeth grated along her soft stain skin, to nibble at Maral’s earlobe, Even as the length of his cock slid along the moist length of her rose pink labia.

Maral reached out to Him "Give myself to You"

In her feverous dream, Maral repeated that single phrase repeatedly as if trying to make sense of what was happening to her. Yet in the nightmare world which she fond herself rationality had no place. She was on the pummel of his saddle his arms around her and the hooves of his horse thundering in the night. the baying of the howls and their haunting chorus.

"Mate, Mount, Female, Mate"

Sparks flew form the hooves of Lumier’s mount the Gothic Chateau looming before rider and beast the door like the gaping mouth of a skull opening to grant them admission. The great beast bounded up the circular stairs and skidded to a halt in front of his Master’s chambers. Maral was in his arms and borne as if she was light as a feather. He set her on her feet by the huge bed that was his own.

“Disrobe girl so I may take you.”

His was a voice that was use to being obeyed, it carried the air of command, and it call ed to Maral’s darkest fantasies and desires. The moment of truth was there it was hers to embrace what she had so long dreamed of or to run from it and run as if her life and soul depended on her fleeing all that she wanted.

 

[RotheAllure]

The baying hounds ceased, disappearing into the night's mist. Maral knew they would come back, should she set one foot back down, should she be alone. Would she be able to escape them? No............................ No............................. she would be ravaged, just the thought made her shiver violently in His arms, He tightening His grasp of her as the Beast He rode took them into the Keep, where it would be........... safe.......

Safe?

She was far from safe.

“Disrobe girl so I may take you.”


She found herself standing, in a large room, altho much of the decor was hidden from her site. The shadows flowed around the room, slithering like so many snakes. The bed was quite apparent tho.

Large, soft, the sheets and bedding upon it a deep rich crimson and black, with a gleen of silk within. For a moment, her thoughts went to her many dreams and fantasies. Of being a Princess, in the arms of a Handsome Prince, taken on a bed much like this on her wedding night. Only... Only the room was not so haunting, so dark, it was bright and beautiful, in her dreams.

This was not her dream.

This was her nightmare.

Maral had her back to the Dark One, the Stranger, the Man, or was He something else? A Demon? A Monster? The One that hunted her, yet..... yet saved her from the Hounds? Where was her Prince?

Slowly she turned, not lifting her eyes right away. A part of her was afraid, afraid to look up, afraid of what she would see. But slowly, she took a deep breath and did raise her eyes, only to see a darkness, a cloak, hiding His features, except for His eyes. Her own meeting His, a flicker, a gleam within. She backed up a step, the backs of her legs coming to rest against the bed. She felt her legs threaten to give away, felt something deep inside her, a warm ball of pleasure, as if He were already touching her.

Maral did not realize she was feeling Him against her in reality, that she were already in a submissive position, He over her, His body and her own molded together. She did not realize what she was feeling was Him, gliding His length along her most intimate, and virginal of places. A low, vibrating moan exhaled from her, fingers grasping the sofa cushions......................................

Her hands reaching back, fingers clutching at the silken bedding as she struggled to stay in control, to stay calm.

"I, I am a virgin" she whispered

Now why had she said that? Would He be more gentle? Would He leave her be? Would He understand?

"PPlease Lumier, I don't even know who You are, please"

What was she begging for? Freedom? Compassion? Help? Understanding?

 

[cgraven]

"I, I am a virgin" she whispered,


"PPlease Lumier, I don't even know who You are, please"

Maral’s voice was a husky whisper as she pleaded with the dark spectra of her nightmare. It was if by his knowing she was a virgin that it in some way would protect her from…………………………..

The Lord of the Night Wind hands slide slowly up the sensual curves of Maral’s torso, his hands cupped her breasts and the taloned claws of his fingers flicked at the pucker tips of her rose bud nipples as his hips rolled to hers his shat pressed hard against the girl’s throbbing clit. His not, moist breath stirred the stray wisps of hair at the nape of the trapped little beauty’s neck, and his serpentine tongued flickered tasting her scent and caressing the silken skin of her neck.

In that dark gothic dream world where Maral’s girlish fantasies took shape with a darker more sinister edge the spectra of Lumier towered over her. His dark fathomless eyes held hers, eyes that she could so easily drown in. He glided closer to her his caped figure just a breath away from her warm fragile body. The girl’s lips seemed to tremble weather in fear or expectation Lumier could care less. His mouth closed over hers his tongue taking procession of her mouth savoring its sweetness, deepening till they shared the same life giving breath. When Lumier broke their kiss his body was pressed to hers he could feel every sensually seductive curve of Maral’s stunning young supple body and he knew she could feel the lust and desire of his body. He lifted her chin with a single finger his lips brushed hers as he spoke.

“Disrobe girl so I may take you for I am your Master the one you have called for in your darkest dreams.”

 

[RotheAllure]

He loomed over her, His cape seeming alive in and of itself, licking at her legs, her thighs, her backside as He leaned closer. His kiss was hypnotic, chilling, seductive, she feeling the serpentine length of His tongue so easily slither into her mouth, finding her tongue, curling around, drawing forth a low moan that she fed to Him, the vibration quivering along her lips to His.

He enveloped her, cape, arms, wrapping about her, and Maral did not flinch. That is not to say that she was not scared near to death, she certainly was, but the kiss had captured her, drawing her into the dark, evil pleasure that He could bring her. Her mind, in her dreams as well as in reality, telling her that to fight Him would only bring pain and despair. Her pounding heart, her need for breath, He deepening the kiss, she melting into Him.

When He broke from claiming her lips, Maral indeed did gasp, her face flush with heat, and arousal.

Her head and eyes came up as His velvet gloved finger lifted her chin, a stray whisp of her ebon hair tickling along that glove. His eyes were shadowed, midnight blackness pooled within.

“Disrobe girl so I may take you for I am your Master the one you have called for in your darkest dreams.”

"Master" she whispered, letting the silk that clothed her body fall to the floor at her feet in a dark, shimmering pool. She still could only see His eyes, His face cloaked by the hood that hid even His hair from her. Maral felt the cape tickling at her, as if touching, caressing, her nakedness. She was a stunning beauty, with flawless pale skin, and that mane of black, matched by her midnight black eyes, the same color as His own.

Reaching up, Maral attempted to push back the hood. Despite her fear, she wanted to see Lumier, she was desperate to see Him.


Her nightmare was becoming her reality..................

 

[cgraven]

"Master"

That one softly whispered word from Maral’s coral lips, so sweet so sensually seductive like honey Lumier savored that moment of the young human beauty’s submission. A flicker of hell fire flashed in his midnight black eyes as the silken garment fluttered down Marla’s stunning young body. He studied every sensual curve of her from the graceful curve of the pale beauty’s neck, the upwards thrust of her youthful breasts capped by perfect pink rose bud nipples. His dark haunting eyes caressed the flat plain of Maral’s abdomen, the swell of her hips, and the sensual curve of her sculptured legs to finally come to rest on her virginal treasure. His gaze was like a lover’s caress that left fire in its wake.

When the calmly young beauty reached to ease back the hood of her dark Lover, his hands encircled her dainty wrists and slowly with a strength she could not resist he drew her arms down and to the small of her back Her supple young body arched to his, his mouth once again claimed hers in a kiss that seemed to steal Maral’s soul away. His dark velvet cloak fluttered around Maral’s stunning young body caressing teasing her with promises of unimagined pleasures. It was if the cloak was alive a part of her dark Lover rather than just a garment.

Maral was swept into his arms and then he laid her on the dark red sheets of his bed. Her pale alabaster body in such sharp contrast her dark ebony hair framing her face like a dark halo. His lips drew back from hers and his kisses soft as a butterfly’s wing fluttered along the graceful curve of the young virgin’s neck. His teeth and lips captured her rose bud nipple to gently suckle it to a puckered peak. Lumier’s tongue danced in her naval filling her belly quivered with dark hungering need. Velvet gloved fingers grazed Maral’s inner thighs slowly spreading them to bare her virgin sex. His mouth dipped to that honey sweet innocent prize.


He lashed her with his serpentine tongue savoring Maral’s free flowing nectar as she buck and thrashed beneath him on the couch. His clawed fingers raked across the young beauty’s taunt throbbing nipples. His tongue flicked at her swollen clit, then thrust deep with in her chaste body until it nudged the thin barrier that marked her innocence. The Lord of The Night Wind Suckled and lashed Maral’s innocence with mouth, tongue and teeth until she screamed her dark pleasure into the black abyss of the night, caught in a reality that neither solely belonged to the world of the wakening or to the world of dreams.

 

[RotheAllure]

Maral was lost, to the pleasure, the sensations, the torture that the Shadowed Creature was inflicting upon her. In both dream and reality, her reactions were the same. She writhing, trembling, shuddering as His mouth, in both worlds, feasted upon her virginity.

On the bed, she lifted her hips, fingers gripping the silken crimson sheets beneath her, nails tearing as her body moved to His mouth. Her eyes tightly closed, Maral could not fight what was happening, the pleasure, decadent, obscene, heated, erotic, scented the air around her, the room filling with the scent, and the sounds of her. Gasping, she cried out to the Creature, her voice quivering, her wetness slick and warm, sweet with her innocence. Never had any touched her as this, never had any brought forth such sounds from her lips, or passion from her body.

Yet Maral, deep inside, felt that forboding, that evil was trying to overspread her angelic soul. She caught the glimpse, in her closed eyes, of a face, wicked, vicious, fangs, serpetine forked tongue, and eyes that burned with the fires of hell.

Her eyes shot open, widening, a scream tearing from her throat....

~​

That scream echoing into the quiet of her apartment. Maral bent over the sofa she had fallen asleep on, Him behind her, feasting on her, she feeling the penetration of His long, snake like tongue into her sex. Eyes suddenly opening, she screaming, yet her head is forced down, the scream dying into a pillow as He slid that tongue into her yet again, her body bucking and rocking back to Him.

Who, WHAT... was raping her????? In both her dreams, nightmares, and reality?? And yet, her body was shaking with pleasure, her heart wildly beating, and her sex was soaked with her shameful arousal.