Roses To Die For

[SparkyMan]

Roses To Die For (Closed Thread *for now*)
Thread Name : Roses To Die For
Thread Type : Closed to all but registered participants and invited guests

Registered Participants : SparkyMan & Sinful_whispers
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Credits:
Victor VonBargen =============> SparkyMan
Clarissa ============> Sinful_whispers

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The end of the month … the lunar month … where the moon hangs high on the distant horizon over the oceans waters and the fog rises to a thick dense cloud, heavily blanketing the area in its warmth. A small suburb off the Boston harbors where the city life never seemed to reach. Quiet, quaint, peaceful serenity is found along the water’s edge where only a few select homes dot the crooked coast. One of those is occupied by Victor VonBargen. Victor is an aged man, his exact age unknown, but has a vibrant face, strong arms, and a rather handsome build. One might guess his age to be in his forties upon close inspection, his salt and pepper hair a true give away, though he had the vitality and vigor of a twenty year old. He held a secret to his youthful ways, a secret that he has held for many years.

His secret is kept within him, for no one else to know except one. That one person does not yet know they are the one to know his secret, but will over time. He must be patient, for his lack of patience has made him wait for this moment to arrive. It has felt like hundreds of years waiting for this very night; the eve of the beginning, the beginning of the rest of his life. Victor had rushed last time. He had not waited. It resulted in her death; the one that could know of his secret! He had to wait for the cycle to begin anew, yet another chance to cultivate the young mind of his partner; his soul mate; the one he was destined to be with all his life.

He knew her. He knew all about her. He even killed her parents six months earlier, to prepare her for this evolution; this revelation; this experience. He had to rid her of any outside influence that may corrupt her mind; that may prevent her from making that commitment to him. He had waited those eighteen years; watching her conception, watching her delivery, protecting her from harm as she grew, watching her transform into a young girl, then into a young, buxom, beautiful woman.

He watched her house that night knowing he would see her the next day. It would be her birthday. Eighteen years of waiting, watching, caring, for the young lass that graced by the curtained window, her shadow illuminated by the soft muted light from within. He watched, feeling his hunger grow, looking up at the moon, cursing his fate as he felt the urge to take her overwhelm him. He could take her right now if he wanted. But it was not the time. No!

He could feel his muscles swelling in him as he watched. NO! He screamed to his brain to stop, but it wouldn’t, so he ran! Ran as fast as he could, darting through the night, hidden beneath the fog of the night. Ran, fast and hard in the direction of the city, where there were others; late night partygoers, enjoying friends and alcohol. He lurked in the shadows watching, his eyes leering, his muscles bulging further, his clothes ripping from his skin, his skin growing hair, thicker and thicker until it was a thick fur. A thick grey fur mottled with black meshing him with the darkness and the fog, orange eyes with black slitted pupils, as he stalked his next prey.

The hunger in him was intense… too intense to control. There she was, a nameless blonde; tall, long legs, short skirt, halter top, and large round C-cup breasts. She wandered out of the bar alone, stumbling towards her car. She walked right by him, never noticing him, hidden in the dark corner, only his eyes visible, if you were looking. A quick glance in both directions, and he pounced. A giant leap and he was atop of her, knocking her to the ground, the sudden shock, leaving her speechless and wide-eyed. His giant paws pinned her limbs down rendering her immobile. A quick swipe of his front paw, claws bared, ripped away her top, leaving three distinct deep scratches between her ripe breasts. Another swipe of the rear paw shred her skirt and panties, leaving her naked and helpless. His bull cock fully swollen and hard, exposed from its furry sheath, ready to violate the silent, shell-shocked woman. Several violent thrusts and he was in her, stretching her to ungodly proportions, his thick cock penetrating pushing into her quickly, ferociously, violently, until he achieved his release. His rage still manifested, never stopping as he ripped her open, his swelling cock, too large for her small frame, his claw slashing at her throat, blood seeping from the gaping wounds as she breathed her last breath of life on this earth.

He leaned over her, licking her wounds, drinking the blood that drained from her body, leaving her dead, with no signs of blood anywhere around her, other than the scratches. He sat back, satiated and content, licking his paws clean as he loomed over his recent kill.

Victor ran. Ran back through the dark alleys, back into the night, back into the fog, immersing himself in that warm blanket once more. He kept running, running until he found himself once more standing outside her window. He was naked, sweat covering every inch of his body. His skin felt cold, but his breath was hot. His vitality renewed and rejuvenated for another month. He retreated to his abode, content in knowing that tomorrow would be the beginning to his destiny, her destiny, the destiny of all time.

He entered the small dark room where a single vase lay upon a rather plain looking table. Inside the vase were eighteen exotic, extremely rare blood red roses. Each rose had a deep burgundy color, pristine in shape size and beauty; each one identical in shape, size and color. Each one signifying each year he had waited for this day to arrive. He lightly brushed his finger along a soft petal. When he brought the finger to his face he noticed a droplet of blood on his finger … probably from his evening kill.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa pulled her knees up to her chest as her long slender arms wrapped about her legs, her chin rested upon her folded limbs as her deep blue hues looked out to the dark ocean.She had been sitting there upon the sandy semi-grassy null for hours as her mind ran it's course. The moon hung high in the diatnce above the water, as the sound of the waves crashed against the sandy beach and rocks.The fog had settled in, as the lighthouse light circles about signaling the ships from the end of the inlet where her parenlts smal cottage sat, on a few acres of private beach.Her parents had been gone for six months and she was now alone, to face the world.

A sudden easterly breeze blew through as it whipped her long strands of chestnut colored hair about her face.Clarissa felt a chill run through her spine as the small goosebumps appeared upon her perfect ivory skin. Thos long thin fingers curled about her upper arms as she wrapped herself tightly, letting her eyes watch as a passing ship moved across the horizon.A shadow casted as the fog horn sounded, the spotlight quickly running along it's length making it visable to her eyes.A soft sigh escaped her lips as a chill went through her quickly, as she felt her whole body shiver, not just her spine this time.


Clarissa stood up unfolding her arms as she used her hands to push herself up from the grass.Dusting herself off with her small fragile hands as she stood there, listening to the gulls cry into the darkness of the night.Heading down the slope to the base of the hill, she walked across the moist sand, feeling it between her toes as she heard the sound of a crashing wave, feeling the water kiss the sand as she stepped within the white foam, feeling the warmth of the salt water surround her feet.The moon seemed to have lowered as it met the horizon now.She felt the water pull her forth to it, as if it was calling her name to come, and be one with it.


Clarissa was tall and slender with a decent sized build. She could have easily been a model with her sharp features, her long slender legs and perky breasts. Turning she headed along the waters edge letting the ocean run over her feet as the sand slipped from under those soft soles.Her head dropped as her arms wrapped around her, the salty mist glistened upon her creamy skin, as the moon shone brightly, shimmering in the distance. Her long straight hair, whipped about her face, as she lifted her head, turning looking upwards upon the hill. The house was big and dark, her only neighbor for a mile of the beach stretch. There were other smaller cottages, this one was the biggest.Clarissa starred up to it for a few minutes as her kicked the wet sand about with her foot.Draggin her toes along it making a design that was quickly erased by the next wave that came forth to roll over the sand , taking more of the golden grit back with it.


A shadow seemed to have moved along the house, she tried to make out the sillouette, but the darkness quickly engulfed it.Turning around she headed back down the beach,the air seemed to now hold a chill within it. In a few hours it would be her eighteenth birthday, once again it would be another special event she would celebrated alone.Her fingertips upon her right hand uncurled from around her upper arm, reaching up she wiped the tears. Catching them as they met her high cheeks bones, wisking them away.Clarissa rubbed her fingertips togther, but there was no wetness felt. Those tears were silent now, held within her chest as she cried enough the past months.'Were there tears left?,' for that question she had answer.


The small cobblestones felt cold against her bare sandy soles as she walked the path to her home.Lifting her head she watched the small dim light flicker in her kitchen window.It reminded her of the lighthouse as it lead her home. She grew nearer to the door, as the curtains within the kitchen window blew in the breeze causing that light to hide, only to shine again this time brighter than before. Her hand reached foorth as she opened the door, entering she looked around.No one to greet her, no one to say Happy Birthday or theres the birthday girl.


The house was silent and dim. No smell of a fresh baked cake with eighteen candles awaiting her arrival as she walked into the kitchen.She began the preperations for a cup of tea, as she moved about stopping to feel the nights reeze upon her face.That once warm mist now cold as she reached up and closed the window. The kettle sounded as it whistled, as she made her tea.Looking around one last time, her fingers curled the warm mug in her hand as she grasped the handle.Flicking the beaken light out she walked into her studio and sat there at the wheel.


Taking a small sip as the brown liquid warmed her quickly with she began to work.Dipping her hands within the water she rubbed them together,as she grabbed a block of clay plopping it in the center of the wheel.She flicked the switch as the motor sounded, and her soft humming began.The tune of a familliar song released from her lips, happy birthday to me, was hummed softly as she worked on a vase.Hours went by, as she got lost in her work.Getting up she stretched, turning about she headed for a hot shower.Stripping her clothing from her form, as she glanced to the bathroom window and looked at the dark house upon the hill.


The shower was quick as she stepped out and wrapped herself in a soft fluffy towel,then heading to her bedroom.Clarissa pulled the comforter and sheets down, as the towel dropped from her female frame.Crawling into bed, sh closed her eyes, last thing she saw was the glow of red from her clock, as it read 4:53am. Her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep, her mind played it's game once again as she was caught within a dream, her parents there with her celebrating her seventeeth birthday.Having fun, laughing, eating cake ,those presents opened as bright colored wrapping laid upon the floor.



Clarissa wrestled with her sheets as she whimpered out softly, her dream had turned into a nightmare.State police at the door, the expressions upon their faces as they told her of her parents accident.'Wake Clarissa, wake up', her mind told her as she quickly sat up, wiping the sweat from her brow.Her breaths were deep as her heart throbbed within her throat.Calming, as she looked to the walls decorated with her artwork, letting it sooth her as she laid back and drifted back to sleep once again as the sun began to rise slwoly and kiss the night goodbye till they met again, that endless daily cycle.

 

[SparkyMan]

He slept well that night. A healthy sleep ... a long restful sleep that rejuvenates the body, mind, and spirit. He awoke with that refreshed feeling, seeing the bright sunlight outside, filtering in through the heavy draperies that tried to shield him from it. It was of no use, and on this day, it was quite welcome. The beautiful warm sun's rays, were definitely an indication that the time was right.

The time had begun, to begin that process. The process of educating Clarissa to his ways. Letting her *see* the true source of his life, his secrets, his soul. Letting her *see* that everything surrounding him and her was preordained destiny, bound to happen, once the time was right.

She knew of him. So introductions would not be difficult. A neighbor for all those years, even though their homes were separated by a rather sizable stretch of land. He was known by many. A fine pillar of the community, respected and honored by many for his wisdom, his generosity, and his friendship. The source of his wealth was never known by any, nor did anyone in this small community care to ask. He was friendly, outgoing, and quite a conversationalist, always changing the subject before anyone even neared the issue, making them forget to ask. They never realized it, until they were out of his presence when it was too late to do so. He walked through the house, opening the curtains wide, for it was the beginning of a new month. A new him. A clean, well mannered, and respectful ... him. The bright light from outside illuminated the lavishly decorated interior with all kinds of ancient artifacts from a variety of periods dating back to the the time when the slaves built the pyramids. Fancy mirrors, ornate frames with ancient paintings, delicate wall sconces, precious jewelry, detailed sculptures. There was wood, silver, gold, jade, opal, rubies, sapphires, emeralds among the many scattered items throught the house. In the middle of his great room though, stood a plain looking three-legged round table made of wood with very few carvings. It was out of place amongst all the other antiquities. Upon that table sat the vase of dark red roses, now shimmering its reflective qualities. Victor eventually made his way to a treasured oak chest, complete with steel bindings, and an unlocked hasp. The treasure chest was opened, and amongst the variety, Victor pulled out a picture.

He pulled out the picture taken nearly a hundred years ago, the sepia tones and the period dress indicating its age. He studied it carefully, noting the image of the couple photographed within. A happy couple, their arms embraced as if in a dance, looking towards the photographer, smiles on their faces. The man, a tall slender man, with salt and pepper hair, wide shoulders and strong features stood next to a very young looking lady. The lady, possibly in her late teens, long chestnut colored hair, fresh ivory silken skin, somewhat shorter than the man, and a beautiful face, looked strikingly similar to the young neighbor he was about to greet on this beautiful day. Victor glanced upon the mirror hung on the wall, looking at his image and then the man's image again in the phot and smiled a wide smile. He carefully placed the photo back in the chest, sealing it back up, knowing there was a duplicate photo, buried, waiting dormant for her discovery. "I'll show her the rest of them once she understands," he said to himself, referring to the other paintings done years before then. This was something that had been done since the beginning of time, mistakes repeated time and time again, as he continued to grow, to grow and learn from his mistakes. But this time would be different he vowed. He would be patient! He would wait. He would control his hunger for her.

He ventured out into the early morning air, no more fog, no more haze, no more lurking in the shadows. He breathed in a full lung of air, tasting the salt on his lips and tongue as the air hung wet with the ocean's contents. He walked straight down onto his part of the beach and straight into the water, his long pants, perfectly cuffed three times, raising them to about mid calf. His extra large white shirt was billowing with the breeze blowing in his direction, also cuffed three times to his elbows. He entered the water up to his ankles, testing its coolness, walking in slightly deeper till the water threatened to stain his khaki colored slacks. He bent in half, cupping his hands together, dipping them into the water, to gather up a bit of the earth's fluid and splash it onto his rugged face, that still retained a definite youth.

He turned towards Clarissa's house, and scanned the area from the house to the beach. There she was, sitting near a dune, on a small pedestal, facing the ocean. An easel with a canvas placed upon it sat in front ofher as she held lightly onto a thin paintbrush, looking, gazing, out into the sea as if she were looking for answers to some unasked questions.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa rose from her bed, greeting the new day, her day the day of her birth. There was always a present upon the nightstand from her parents. A gift that was usually a piece of jewlery, a trinket that was to be special. Charms were given mostly, each one a sprecial piece, a memory of that year, as she grew older. She stood, walking to the window, her body as naked as the time she was brought into this world. Her hand reached up as she wrapped the thin cord around her fingers, raising the blind, feeling the warmth of the sun kiss her flesh good morning. Standing there she looked out, seeing the gulls at play upon the rocky stones that surrounded the lighthouse at the base of the ground it called home. The light no longer guiding, that was now left to the sun.


Slipping a clean light, soft flowery summmer dress over her head, she adjusted the thin spaghetti straps upon her creamy pale flesh. The light blue accented her bright blue eyes, as she turned and starred into her own reflection in the mirror that hung upon her wall. No longer did she see that budding teen that once ran along that beach in her barefeet, that stopped to write her name in the sand with a stick. But now, a grown woman at her peak of feminity.Gripping the opal shell handed brush she ran it through her hair as she placed it into a long ponytail that fell upon her back. Clarissa slipped on a small silky pair of panties, feeling the soft, cool material slip up her long toned legs as she settled them upon her lower hips feeling the dress fall down as her hands moved away. Turning, she walked thru the narrow hallway, with each step the dress tapped lightly to the back of her thighs, mid-way up.


Clarissa went about the small quaint, cozy cottage opening up each pair of curtains, lifting blinds allowing the sun to brighten it up within. She felt the meaning of true lonliness as the day seemed like any other day. Deciding what her plan for the day way, there wasn't anything she needed to do, had to do. Stepping into the room she made her art studio, she leaned against the frame with her shoulder, looking to the vase she had created last nite, into the morning as the cray was still drying. Her head hung low as she felt the oceans breeze seep thru the small meshed holes of the screen, as it blew across the room. A soft warm breath blew across her full set of lips as she sighed out and turned, heading to the kitchen as her stomach gave a growl in hunger.


Those bright sunflowers were beginning to wilt as she plucked them from their crystal vase and tossed them to the trash, grabbing a succulant looking peach she began to nibble upon it. She held it within her teeth as she reached forth grabbing a glass, then moved to the frig. Her long fingers curled around the glass handle of the pitcher, as she poured herself a glass of juice, then returned it to the coldness of the place it came from. Taking the peach as she bit into the sweet fruit, she looked out as the swells seemed to have been nice in size today. Clarissa opened the back door and tossed the fruits seed to the grass, letting it open as she gathered her easel, paint box, and other small needed thing, placing them on the table as she sipped her juice looking for a blank canvas.


Placing the glass in the sink, her free hand curled the wood of the blank canvas frame.Getting her other supplies she needed she headed out the door, struggling to close it behind her. Grabbing a folded small stool like cloth seat tucking it under her arm. The headed down the narrows small cobblestone walkway till it met the warm sand of the beach. Today she decided to stay close to home, normally she strolled along the beach for a different view. Placing her supply box upon the rather large back rock, she flipped the top open and set her easel up looking for inspiration, as her eyes of the same color of the ocean danced upon the horizon.


Clarissa lifted the canvas to the easel as she then twisted tops from various tubes of color squeezing a rainbow upon the palet.Choosing a fanned out horse-hair brush she began to paint her masterpiece. So involved in her own little would of colors and thoughts she never noticed the gentleman that was walking towards her along the waters edge. Her stool legs pressed deeply in the sand letting her find a comfortable height as she crossed her legs letting her hand moves the bristles across the canvas, like a violinist would the bow of the violin with such grace.

 

[SparkyMan]

The heat from the sun's rays warmed the shallow water he walked through along with the skin onhis arms. He could feel the tanning rays on his face despite the cool morning breeze. Everything was much better than it was from the night before. It was an omen. This was the day to begin his quest, his journey, his adventure, his destiny. It seemed vaguely familiar to him, this very day, these very feelings, just as they did those hundred some years ago.

His object of desire sat before him in the distance, unaware of his presence. He could easily slip in unnoticed, but he knew it was necessary for her to notice him. She needed to see him. She needed to know him. There were many other things she needed, that only he knew she needed. But that was what he had to slowly bring out of her, to nurture from her womanly body, but still adolescent mind. He had to take his time.

So time he took walking towards her, his angle now slightly different so that he approached her from her back. She would not see him till he was upon her. Yet, he didn't want to scare her to frighten her of his presence, so he walked slowly. He walked slowly weaving through the low rocks that jutted into the oceanhis feet walking through wet sand as he moved onto slightly dryer land to make his approach. Back down towrds the dry sand he went, standing just out of Clarissa's circle of aura. Unwilling to break that invisible plane of knowing presence.

His eyes fell upon the dreamy canvas scene she was creating from scratch. Billowy white waves, capping off creamy blue waters as they made their way onto the beach nearby. Off in the distance, was the very lighttower that lit the way for boaters at night here in this secluded little town. He watched her dip the horsehairs into a creamy mixture of oils combined on her palate, swirl it within theunique combination of colors, and tranfer it to the canvas, to create an exact duplication of the scenery before him.

He enjoyed the view. It was an enjoyable view indeed. Creamy white pale skin, wrapped in a light blue sundress full of printed flowers draped across her form, held in place by two mere spaghetti strap pieces of cord. The long chestnut hair pulled back, hung down in a neat long pony tail, a few stray hairs, wisps of brown and golden sunlight strayed from the binds that gathered her hair. Her neck and shoulders were exposed to him. Tempting him. Offering herself to him. His mouth watering.

He had to stop! Yes stop indeed! For it was that hunger for the flesh on one full moon night many years back that he was unable to control his urges. His gentle bite on that fateful night resulted in death, rather than transformation, sealing his fate for another hundred years. But here she was once again, to tease him, to tempt him, to offer herself to him. He had to struggle to suppress those feeling until she was fully ready.

He moved closer his shadow falling upon the base of her seat. Another step and his darkness, his aura covered the back of her chair, creeping slowly upward along her spine till it rested on the bare flesh. One more step resulted in the shadow slowly wrapping its arms around Clarissa's unknowing form. The last step caused his outline to fall upon the canvas and the surrounding ground at her feet.

She jumped. startled by the sudden realization, someone was standing behind her. Her eyes wide with shock exposing the pupils, windows to her soul, surrounded by thin light blue circles, matching the light blue color of her dress. Her young ripe lips were open, full of moisture, ripe with red coloring.

"Oh," he blurted, acting just as surprised as she for the sudden shock. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he apologized. "I was just walking by and saw you here. I wanted to see what it was you were painting." His hand raised and pointed to the canvas, and then above. "It's as if I've got double vision," he complemented. "You're very talented indeed." He continued his praise, trying to quickly ease her shock and make his presence welcome. He could see a hint of pink color caress her cheeks as his praise ensued. "I have a few friends that own different art galleries. I'm sure they'd be interested in seeing this. I'm sort of an art connosieur myself." He purposefully rambled, setting the young nubile woman's mind swirling.

He lowered his hand and held it out for Clarissa's inspection, for her to place her hand in his. "I'm sorry. Victor. Victor VonBargen. I live in the house over the knoll. I guess you could say we're neighbors." He briefly wondered if she'd recognized the name. His name was well known throughout the community. He was considered to be a pillar among the young elders of the community, even though the senior members were unsure of his history. He wondered if Clarissa's mind was clear enough to remember the name. The name echoing in her brain, the same name from a hundred years gone by.

Her response was genuine and sincere, polite and lady like, yet still very reserved. Her hand was now enveloped in his, dainty, almost frail, within his grip as he lowered his head and pushed his dry parched lips against the smooth skin, just above the knuckles. "Pleased to meet you," he responded after Clarissa had introduced herself.

"Ah, I know," he confessed. He saw a sight look of concern flash across her face for she had not known him, but only of him, yet he seemed to know her. "I've read about your recent loss, and I'm very sorry." He held onto her hand, feeling it begin to shake, probably because he had brought back those horible memories. "My sincerest condolences for your loss, and my apologies for not attending their wake. I had other urgent business matters to attend to." A slight pang of guilt rose through him as he saw the tear well up in her eye. He let go of his grip to let her wipe it away.

"You seem to be managing well. The house looks in good condition." He turned to look at the house, knowingly giving Clarissa time to recompose herself while he was turned. When he turned back, he was pleased to see that Clarissa had finally risen from her seat, palate no longer in her hand, standing there facing him. he could now see the ripe swell of creamy white flesh adorning her womanly torso, fully developed, teasingly on display. His hunger grew again, but he suppressed it for later. "If you don't mind me asking, though, you seem a bit despondent today. Is everything all right?"

That was all it took for Clarissa to confess it was her first birthday without her parents to celebrate. He could see her stifling back another tear, giving herself strength to continue this otherwise pleasant conversation. He took advantage of the young fish who bit onto the bait he lured her with. "Your birthday!" He clapped his hands together in joyous celebration. "My,my, congratulations!" This time he closed the gap and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close to him for the first time in a hundred years. In that brief split second hug, he inhaled the pleasant bouquet of fresh spring flowers drifting from her skin, he caressed her back, shoulders, and arms, and reminisced back to the last time he had held her close.

He pulled back, giving the young beauty her space once more. Acting as if it were a sudden idea, his eyes lit up witha genuine sparkle. "I've got an idea. It's your birthday! Why don't you come visit my house for dinner tonight? I am quite adept in the culinary arts. I insist! It's your birthday. We'll celebrate!"

He waited patiently for her reply.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa's body moved from side to side like as if she were part of the breeze, as her eyes tried to capture the vision with her mind to match the one being created upon her canvas.She could feel the soft touches out her ponytail, across her back, almost if one of her own brushed were light painting her as if she were the canvas. Her concentration was not easily gotten as she was enthrolled with her work. She painted as if, when the work was finished you could almost hear the waves, the gulls, placing ones self within it as it grabbed you up. Clarissa's body slowly swayed her body the other ay, as if she were a dancer moving to the music, no sudience, if so, she wouldn't have noticed.


Her brushed dipped within the purple, then the blue, touching a corner of the fanned horse hair to the white as she tried to capture the colors within the waves.Her brushed glided and swirled upon the canvas as the picture started to take shape fully as to what it was. Her once blank white canvas was now a kaliedascope of bright colores whirling togther, a work in progress, a work to be tossed aside like many of her others. Clarissa didn't mind them sitting in a room leaning in piles against each other, she just enjoyed the serenity it brought her. Soft brown strands of hair whipped lightly across her face as she felt them upon her lips, like tender kisses given by a sensual lover. Her lips parted as she licked across them slowly, biting down upon her tongue as the tip lulled from her warm mouth as her hand made slow ciircular motions as she caught the way the waved began to form in the distance.


A shadow began to cast itself upon her from the back, as she paid no mind to it at first. The darkness slowly began to consumed her canvas, changing the colors to a match the darkness it bestowed upon it.She gasped as she turned quickly, looking to the older man that stood behind her. Clarissa watched as his eyes ran along her, as if he was studying her, like she does certain things when she trying to find the best angle. Her eyes lifted when his did, meeting them. Standing up slowly she offered a soft smile as her hand reached up, brushing those whipping wild hairs from her view, as she tucked them behind her ear.Her face felt the wetness from the paint touch her cheek as by instinct she moved, never having placed the brush down first.Only again to taste them upon her lips as they got caught within the warm breeze whirling about her.Clarissa's cheeks turned a soft light pink in color as she felt a slight bit embarassed for that move.


Laying the brush down upon the palate, she reached down, bending forth a bit and wiped her face with the hem of her dress. Then lifted her eyes once again as she let the light bluish-purple color mark her dress, seeping into the thin material. " No, it's okay. Not many wander this beach,I think you are the first I've seen in a few weeks actually. If not longer than that, most know it's privatly owned." Clarissa tilted her head to the side blocking the sun from catching the corner of her eye, and blinding her. "Please don't be, there's no need for an appology." Turning away from him, her upper body twisted as the material tightened around her breasts a bit more, starring at the painting. "I was working on another of the ocean. I paint alot of them, as well as the lighthouse.Now and then, a passing by fishing boat that's anchored out there on the horizon. Not much out this way othere than God's natual beauty. Thank you for the praise Sir, I have never done a swow of my work. There was a time I had been offered but that was during a tragic part of my life, so the offer was passed by."



Clarissa's eyes dropped to his hand then back up as she smilked again and offered her small fragile alablaster within his own tanned one.Her fingers curled lightly, as she shook," Mr VonBargen, It's a pleasure to meet you and I myself am I'm Clarissa Noel." Clarissa began to speak freely and softly as she spoke." I know of your house, I walk past it now and then, when I go for nightly walks along the beach. Sometimes I sit out there along the rocks at the base of the inset around the lighthouse, and ever now and then the light shines upon your home.It's very big,and I know you do alot for the community around here.I've heard your name numerous times when My parents read the daily journal and spoke about what was happening in out small seaside town. Her hand raised as she felt his warm breath wash upon it, a gentl kiss placed like when the oceans mist lays lightly upon one's hair. Catchin her off guard, she slipped her hand away from his as she blushed.


Blue hues lifting as they spoke, looking past him to the cottage , then her gaze back within his eyes." I try to keep up with it.There are a few things that I'll need a local handyman to take care of, that I wouldn't even attempt to fix.Thank you though." Clariss told him about her parents, her birthday, as the emotions passed through her, the tears began to well within her eyes as she tried choking them back.His hand raised as she felt the warmth of his fingerupon her cheek rescuing the droplets of her own salted water from her cheeks." Yes Sir, today I am eighteen, and thank you." Clarissa's smile was genuine, it gave her a warm feeling within to have another say those words, instead of hearing her parents voices within her head, singing the song, and giving her well wishes. She laughed softly, as he wrapped her within his strong arms, holding her close to his body then let her go once again.


Clarissa thought about the offer, mulling it over in her head as she watched the expressions upon his face.She didn't wish to hurt his feelings so she kindly accepted." Okay Mr VonBurgen, I will take that offer for dinner.I can help if you need me to, I'd hate to put you to all that trouble.Would you like if I brought something as well? The breeze circled around them as it covered her face with those loose strands once again.Reaching up, as her head tilted looking to him, giving him that innocent look, as she licked her lips, as the sun began to dry them. Standing there before him, he towered her by height as well as weight, she awaited a time, and anything else she needed to bring to be answered.

 

[SparkyMan]

She had accepted his offer, as he had hoped ... no knew ... she would. It was her destiny, yet she didn't know it. He was pleased with her acceptance of him. It lacked any reservations and seemed sincere and willing. Willing to offer herself to him, he hoped. His weathered steel grey eyes grazed upon her beauty, realizing even after a hundred years, she still looked the same. She had the exact same qualities, the exact same features, and most likely the exact same temperament that she had in her preceeding lifetime. He was different though, for now he was much more learned from his mistakes, more patient from his wait, more determined to fulfill the story of his life.

"Oh no my dear," he countered. "It is *your* birthday," he emphasized. "You need bring nothing, except your conversation, your charm, and your beauty." Once more he delighted in watching the reddened hues color her face, much as the paintbrush erroneously did earlier. Why don't you come over just before sunset. The view from my patio is spectacular. We can dine out there as the sun goes down." His gaze returned to the ocean's waters and her painting once more. "Now please finish your artowrk. You are doing such a fine job."

Victor was about to dismiss himself, when he felt his face light up with an idea. He held up his hand, a silent signal to Clarissa to wait a second ... he had something else to say ... a brilliant idea. "There is something I'd like you to bring, if you don't mind. I'd like to have your painting when you are completed."

He knew what Clarissa's response would be. It would be the same as it had always been. The same answer he had received the previous three times. So he paid no real concern to her response, knowing that she would bring it with her. He already had the spot picked out, where he'd hang it. He had een hung the nail there prematurely, in anticipation of getting the artwork to put there. He had hammered that nail into the wall next to the patio doors, eighteen ears ago, to this very day. The day Clarissa was born.

He left Clarissa to resume her hobby, her passion, her love, and her life. Soon, he would be a part of that. Soon his image would be on that canvas. Soon, she'd be painting pictures of him. Then later she'd be painting pictures of the two of them, images of him ravishing her young ripe body. Yes he knew what would happen, he just could not interfere with time itself. He knew what would happen, but he could not control her mind. Clarissa had to give herself entirely and willingly to him, before he could ravish her.

Yet, tonight she would come to him. They would dine and drink, and converse. He would show her his love for her. He only hoped that Clarissa's mind had not been overly influenced by her parent's upbringing, for tonight she was a virgin. A virgin on the eve of becoming a woman. Victor could envision them entangled in a loving embrace. for that's how it had to begin.

He arrived back at his house with a new sense of energy and purpose, for now he was reborn. It was his new birth all over again. This time putting everything in order, and doing it right. He tidied up the house, making it look nice and comfortable, proper for showing a newcomer all the amenities of the old Cape Cod mansion with a Victorian interior design. It was an odd combination, but it was definitely Victor's style which set him apart from others. He pulled the two large steaks from the refrigerator and prepped them for tonight's meal, trimming the small amounts of fat from the cornes as he did so. Two large potatoes were scrubbed and prepped for baking on the grill. A medley of corn, green beans, carrots, and peas were blended into a pot and put aside. He was prepared for tonight's meal.

He returned to the great room and fetched the vase of eighteen blood red roses. He placed them neatly upon the table exquisitely set on the patio, noting how the breeze seemed to kiss the flowered petals. As he centered them exactly in the middle of the table, he thought about the remaining six, tucked in the delivery box, nestled under his bed. Those were for a special occasion. The eighteen were for Clarissa tonight.

Victor lumbered down to his cold cellar wher he kept his vintage wines, mostly from private stock imported from his motherland overseas. He scanned the varieties, and settled, quite appropriately on a vintage dark burgundy wine, made from grapes harvested on his family's property a hundred years agol He thought about Clarissa, standing in the damp confines of the rock lined wall cellar, and pulled a second bottle of the fine wine. He contemplated the night's events further and decided to save himself a trip later. He tucked the second bottle under his armpit and pulled a third bottle from the oversized rack. Returning to the kitchen, he placed the three bottles of wine into the cold box, to chill them properly for tonight.

He then rested, contemplated, showered and prepped for tonight's dinner. He never did tell her what to wear, nor suggest any specific attire, yet he opted to wear his finest; a finely tailored tuxedo, with a full vest covering the crisp pressed white ruffled shirt, complete with a hand tied bow tie perfectly, and evenly tied, all topped with a clean waist coat. It would not be considered appropriate for grilling, but it was appropriate for the meal and the company he was to entertain.

He ignited the grill, watching as the sun began to set in the evening sky, opposite the waters, over the rolling hills leading into the city. Orange and yellow hues were mixed together, blending in with the blackness of the creeping night. There was a soft, gentle tapping at the front door. Victor threw the food items on the grill and quickly answered the door.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa looked within his grey eyes, something about them caught her attention, as if she had looked into them before.She studied his face as they stood there together, listening to him speak.She did blush at his generous words about her, her eyes casted down once again then lifted as he spoke, she felt the heat within her cheeks and told herself it was just the warm sun upon her ivory complection. "You are to kind VonBergen Sir, thank you for the compliments. I can be there then,I'll arrive a little before the sunset starts, I normally have that timed well." Her head cocked as she heard him ask for the painting she was working on, she knew by then it may not even be dry. " VonBergen Sir, if it's dry I shall bring it, if not I can bring another for you to choose from." Clarissa decided she'd try placing it in the sun, and with the breeze it may dry faster as she had a few others.



He turned and walked back along the beach, as she stood there watching him, her arms loosely crossed over her lower stomach as she breeze lifted her dress.Her hair strands hiding parts of him from her eyes of steel blue, reaching up she pushed them behind her ears once more and saw him walk into the distance and disapear behind the sand null.Turning back she picked up her brush , add a few more colors to her palate and began again. She began to work on the lighthouse as the waves were completed as was the bright summer sky.Continuing to work she tried to keep track of time, she didn't wish to be late or cut herself time to get ready.



Clarissa's brushes flowed gently around the canvas, as she soon realised she placed him in the picture.She painted his backview as he was walking down the sandy beach, and haden't even realized she did it.Clarissa took it as soemthing like an omen, a good one that it was to be his painting.This had happened to her once or twice before, which as she thought about it gave her a cool chill through her body.Clarissa was just turning thirteen when she was sitting out on the family boat with her father.They were going to sial along the coast for the weekend.She had her trusty sketch pad with her, for she always drew since she could last remember.



Her parents never left her go anywhere out of their sight, so she was only to play in the yard most of the time, but can recall drawing Mr VonBergen's home, and she'd never even seen it before.It was always hidden behind the grassy nulls that had seperated their properties.The other time was she was sixteen, and sitting in her art class, they were to stetch poeple.She had been handed a newspaper and told to choose one from there and do a continues line drawing of their faceShe didn't even get past the front page and began drawing a male, she can now remember back it was him she had drawn so long ago.Clarissa reguarded it as faite of friendship, nothing more as she laughed softly to herself, while packing up her supplies and getting ready to head back to the house.



Quickly she tucked her easel, and shair under one arm, grabbing he paintbox with her fingerstips, as she held the painting carefully within her free hand and walked up the path.The cobblestones were warm upon the soles of her feet, every now and then she stopped, then walked in the sandy grass which wasn't much better.She placed the painting against the cottage and set her easel up, then returned it once again to the small ledge that held it in place for the sun and breeeze to hopefully do their magics upon it.Placing her folded seat just in the doorway she returned her box of painting supplies to her studio room.Looking around she saw that drawing of the man in the framw upon the far wall.Moving closer Clarissa studied it, it was him Mr VonBergan, but he looked the same as he did now, which puzzled her with a few questions that danced within her mind.



Clarissa removed her clothing as she got into the shower, washing off all the sea salt that had rested upon her soft flesh while she was paibting, as her mind tumbled those thoughts about once more of him.Getting out she had dried off, then wrapped her hair up within the towel and entered her bedroom to find something to wear.Opening her closet door, she moved the clothing hangers slowly as she inspected each piece one by one as she tried to decide if she was to dress casual or not.



Choosing a long emerald green light silk dress with an open back,and spaghetti straps she laid it upon the bed.Turning she took out a pair of almost matching silk panties and laid those with it.No bra was needed for the dress was to be worn without one.Shoe she thought, those were next to decide upon.Looking to the closet floor, she glanced about the heels, flats, sandles and sneakers and shook her head. None of those would do, grabbing down shoe boxes she found a pair of dark green lace up heels that went with the dress.She knew they were around, and began to get dready.



Looking to the mirror, she smiled a bit, pulling the towel from her head as her lonf strands of chestnut locks fell down about her shoulders and back, she ran a brush thru it, putting them all in place .Clarissa accented the outfit with a small golden necklace with a beautiful flawless pearl pendant that dangled from it at the top of her cleavage.She spritzed herself with a light scent of jasmine and grabbed the heels as she left her room.



Sitting in her father's old chair she slipped the on and laced those up around her toned calves.Looking out it was time to go, she decided she would walk the pathway between the homes.His house wasn't far and she never minded walking my the moons light when it was dark. She quickly went around and closed the windows and curtain all but that one that could be seen from passing boats as if it were a flickering flame to guide them home.Out the back door she went, looking to the paiting as it was dry, she carried it along with her and began her walk to his house on the other side of her property.



As she neared the property she smiled as she saw him upon the back terrace and headed towards the front door, not wanting to just barge upon the terrace.She knocked, her eyes looked about as he opened the heavy wooden door, and offered a smile to her.Her eyes ran down him, he was wearing a tuxed,a crisp white shirt with ruffles, a bow tie and a waist coat. Clarissa felt as if she was Cinderella and this was her ball from the way they were both dressed, though he was more elegantly dressed than her."Evening am I early, late or on time?" She held the picture to herside as she reached up pushing the hair from about her face, this time it covered her chinadoll features like a theatrical mark, stopping for one to gaze upon her face.

 

[SparkyMan]

There she stood. A goddess, an heiress, a queen, a princess. Yes she was all of those to him, he thought, as his eyes grazed upon her beauty as she stood there in the open doorway. The moment in time immortalized by the perfect setting. She was a fine porcelain doll, crisp clean features, so elegantly dressed, without flaw, the stray hairs attracting one to her beauty, rather than detracting from it. Her smile accenting the memorable pose, that he would never forget.

This was different. Her clothes were different. Her perfume was different. Her smile was different. It was different than it was the last time he had his first date with her. He was happy for that, the difference possibly signifying that he would get it right, this time. This time ... snapped out of his daydream reverie, he could not ruin, this time. Everything had to be just perfect.

"Time?" He choked back his surprise at being caught off-guard. "No. You're right on time." He stepped to the side and waved his hand downward in an overly elegant fashion, welcoming her into his abode. "Please. Come inside." He glaned down, noting a somewhat awkward stride, then seeing the large canvas.
"Ah! You did bring it for me?"

Victor hoisted the stretched canvas up and looked at it. "Such a wonderful piece of art. Thank you." He smiled appreciatively towards Clarissa unable to hug her or shake her hand, his hands occupied by the painting. "I've got the perfect place for this," he commented, "follow me." He breezed like the wind, silent as a ghost, his feet never making an old wooden board on the floor creak. With Clarissa following close behind, he led her down the hallway, past the ornate mirrors, the antique photos, and the early Victorian statue, past the doorway to the great room, past the stairs to the second floor, to the dining area and the kitchen. Between the two rooms, next to the doorway onto the patio, hung the nail. He lifted the canvas and placed it over the nail, securing it in place to hang forever. He looked at the picture and then out his patio window, and it seemed to be an exact duplication of how he remembered this very morning. Without touching the painting, Victor traced his index finger along the waves, the ragged shoreline, and the lighthouse. Then he pointed to the small figure painted into the scenery. "What's this? I don't remember any of that." She indicated she had drawn him as he walked away, and he smiled, a heartfelt smile as he caught her eyes. "Do I really look that good," he asked, a chuckle in his voice.

He then turned to the kitchen, to be the perfect host that he hoped he could be. He opened the fridge and pulled out the first of the bottles of the deep burgundy wine he had chilled. He pulled two goblets from the nearby cupboard and held them both, deftly in one hand, the necks nestled beteen his fingers. He poured both glasses full as he informed her. "I had this shipped from overseas. It's been in the family a long time." He held out a glass for Clarissa to hold before even asking, " Can I offer you a glass of wine?"

"It's your birthday," he remided her, pushing the glass into her hand. "Happy Birthday," the words almost coming out in song as he raised his glass to the air, releasing the hiden bouquet to the clean crisp air that came in through the open patio door. He sipped delicately from the rich wine, knowing the effects if one drank too much.

"I'm gonna check on dinner," he informed her. "Steaks okay?" he watched as her head nodded, almost as if in compliance, rather than agreement. "Medium well," he presumed correctly ... some things never change. "Feel free, take a look around. You might find the great room to your liking." He walked through the doorway. "I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

He circled to his grill amd popped the lid. Potatoes and veggies were doing fine. He moved her steak to the middle and moved his to the far side and on the second rack. He watched over the lid as Clarissa turned, glass in hand, voyaging into the room as offered. He admired the view of her bare back exposed all the way down to the hollow at the base, The green gown fit her elegantly, and the scent of jasmine that followed her wherever she went, made it even more appealing to look at. Dinner would be ready in ften minuts. He took the time to set the dinner plates and silverware upon the table set up outside, overlooking the sunset to one side, and the ocean to the other

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa entered the home of her neighbors for the first time, normally you know those about you, but perhaps because of her sheltered upbringing that was why she had never met the man.Holding the painting out to him, she smiled as she saw a glint of happiness within his grey hues.The heavy door closed behind her with a specific sound, she turned around and looked, then turned back to him.Her arms came forth as she lacked her slender ivory fingers before her like a young girl and listened as he spoke as to where it would be dispalyed.


She nodded and followed him, her steps slowler than his own as she daudled about looking over things he had upon the walls, setting on table, stands around the room as well as the hallway.He had said he was an art connosieur and he wasn't fibbing to Clarissa, his home was full of varius things that caught her attention art wise.There were items that to her that she had seen in various museums, she figured most might have been replicas.She caught herself in the mirror as she walked past it, quickly she combed her fingers through her hair, trying to tame the wild strands.


Peeking in rooms quickly, glancing about them as they passed their entranceways, her eyes caught an older photo as she looked over it, the discoloring having settled in, black and white with that yellowish tint.Calrissa hurried along to catch up as her heels tapped faster along the wooden floor.If one was paying attention they would have realized she was looking about,taking things in with her eyes, in awe.


He placed the paitning upon a nail that was between two doors, the painting seemed to find itself a home quickly, as it was made to be there.She blushed a bit as she heard those words about painting him within the canvas.What she didn't note till now was she had painted footsteps behind him, as there was also a second set, yet no one was aside him to make them in the sand.She had hoped he hadn't noticed that.Actually, Clarissa didn't remember painting those, maybe she was just so into what she was doing it came natural.'Yes', she told herself that's what it was."Mr Bargens, you do, I only paint what I see by my eyes", Clarissa spoke softly, as those words whispered from her lips.


Clarissa had wine before but only once or twice, as she listned to him, watching how he moved so elegantly, almost flawless.The goblets were old, she noticed that immediatly, the wine was blood red as it poured from the bottle.She hesitated for a minute then nodded, "Thank you, only because it's my birthday, I'll take a glass." Her hand reached out as she took it within her fingertips and thumb accepting it from him."Thank you for saying that again, Your the only one that has said it, not that I have any family left that would have." A soft warm sigh released from her lips as she spoke those words.



"Steaks are fine Sir, well for me please, If that isn't an inconvience.I would like that I seen some paintings I wouldn't mind looking at again." She watched him go as she slowly walked about the hallway, her eyes looking more in depth to the pictures, the antique frames wich held them.She entered the great room as she started at one wall and made her way about.The books were of leather, her fingertips moved across the binds slowly, feeling the leather against her fingertips.Moving along she studied the paintings hard, how each brush stroke blended so percise with another.It captured her attention, as she could hear the waves crashin, as she hoped hers did when others looked to them.Taking a few steps further she looked at one of himself, he was younger and handsom, his fetures were stong and so well defined.Studying him, he looked younger than the drawing she once did of him.

 

[SparkyMan]

Victor tended to the steaks, making sure they were just as she liked; his too. She had said well done for her steak, but he would make sure he kept the rich source of life trapped inside the seared outer edges. Keeping the interior soft and moist to the mouth, delectable to the palate. His very own was already put to the side, merely to keep warm along with the potatoes and vegetable medley. The blood still dripping through the steel grates onto the flames below. Outer edge was a light gray, the inner edge pink, with a nice red center. To eat it, was a bit tougher than he would normally like, but the flavor of the life nectar upon his tongue was too irresistable. Soon too, he surmised, Clarissa would be eating her steak, the very same way. It would take time, time that he was willing to take, to bring her around, to see him as he wanted to be seen, to want him, the way he wanted to be wanted.

He peered over the top of the grill watching Clarissa disappear into the room, and wondered how much of her curiosity would draw her to the trunk that held that special picture. She had one exactly like it. It was hidden in a similar trunk in her attic. She was totally unaware of the trunks presence, nor of it's contents. But when the time was right, she'd find the trunk. She'd locate the picture, she'd make the connection, she'd be frightened, but she'd give heerself to him. He shook his head to the present and sipped from his wine. Nearly done with the steaks he drained the vegetables, then poured a bit of his wine from the glass into the mixture, and back to the burner, where the aroma and bouquet of the wine adhered to the vegetables. He dribbled a little more along each steak, givving them that added, special flavor. Everything was done and dinner was ready to be served. The bouquet of flowers still in the center, plates and silverware placed next to each other, so that they could both look off into the distance as they ate their meal. The food was set to restaurant perfection.

Victor breezed to the open doorway, calling out from the patio. "Clarissa? Dinner is served." He waited by the doorway watching towards the hallway, waiting for her to appear. She seemed to glide in that gown, her pale complexion nearing as the green bottom breezed along the floor. Her blue eyes sparkled with the bright orange of the falling sun. "Dinner awaits," he said as he waved his hand downward in an arc ending up pointing to her seat at the table. There at the table was their open bottle of wine, and next to his seat a bucket on a stand with another unopened bottle inside. He held out her chair so that she could ease herself into it and then gently shifted the chair to a comfortable distance for Clarissa. Before Victor sat, he refilled their glasses and lit the long tapered candle that stood behind the vase, hidden by the flowers. The flickering flame danced through the crystal vase.

He sat down enchanted by the moment, enchanted by her presence. Once more he lifted his glass waiting for Clarissa to do the same. When she did, he toasted. "May you enjoy this special day. May it be one you will remember. Beauty, Charm, and Grace, may they live with you forever. To you and your new beginning. May you live, love, and be happy many times over." He sipped a healthy amount from his glass watching the color of the wine, color her cheeks. Placing the glass down, he said, "Happy Birthday, now eat."

He watched as Claissa cut the first piece of steak, a lady like portion and inserted it past those cute lips and into her mouth to savor. Judging by her reaction she was pleased by his culinary skills. Satisfied, he turned to his steak, with knife in hand. As soon as he sliced through the ouer layer, a trailing river of red blood gushed forth from its trapped surroundings. The image of Clarissa beamed in his forehead as he imagined his long saber cutting into her, into her virginity, spreading her open, much like this piece of meat before him. Her maiden blood, seeping out along his thick long sword. That was his main focus now as the evening progressed.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa caught the scent of dinner upon the grill, it smelled marvelous to her.The last time she was cooked for was when her mother was still alive, and they had saturday dinner out on the beach.She thought about that, the steak scent turned into that day at the bech, the three had dug a pit, and threw lobsters in, clams, potatoes in foil as well as ears of corn all on coals, covered it with seaweed and had fun playing games while it cooked.They spent the night out on the beach till the early hours of dawn appeared.Clarissa didn't want to go in, she begged to stay out longer with them.Did she cause that accident that later afternoon because they didn't sleep much? Maybe something inside was telling her to get as much time with them as possible? Clarissa wiped tear from her warm cheek as she moved around the room.



The emerald dress cling to her curvaceous figure, a chill went thruough her spine as her fingers glided along the top of the old trunk.Her fingertips circled about the keyhole opening, she was like a cat, curious to see what was within it, yet she knew it wasn't her business.The aroma of dinner grw stronger as the vegetables scent blended with the steaks, she turned and looked to the last wall of paintings and pictures.Her head turned back to the trunk again, glancing over it once more as her quickly turned her head back to look at a series of assorted black and white photos within old silver frames.He had taste, his decore indicated that as she looked over the antique furniture.Upon a marble pillar was a crystal vase, within it was deep red roses, she wandered to them, her fingers reached out as she stroked a petal lightly between her thumb and forefinger. Clarissa was suprised they were real, she noticed he had them throughout the house, she glanced about seeing a few here and there in varous sized vases of thick crystal.



Her name was called, the first time she did hear it , those roses had her attention, the second time she appeared at the doorway and stepped within the hallway."I'm sorry, I-I was admiring the roses you have, they are the most beautiful deep red roses I've ever seen." She walked to him, then upon the balcony, settling in the chair he'd pulled out for her.She helped him move her forth to the table.Her eyes followed along him, as he say, the aroma of the food could have even the greatest of chef's envious." It smells wonderful Mr VonBargen, it looks fantastic."She settled her glass down, and placed the cloth napkin across her lap as she crossed her legs.Reaching for her glass of half drank red wine she toasted with him, blushing a soft pink upon her cheeks hearing his words of praise about her, as they just met this afternoon. "Thank you, you have made this day very memorable for me Sir, I will always remember this." Clarissa took a sip of her wine, then placed the glass dow as she began to eat.



Clarissa picked up her knife and fork as she cut into her steak, placing it within her mouth, as it almost melted, the flavor was incredible.She glanced over looking to his, watching as he sut through the meat, the trail of red blood seeping from it around his plate.She said nothing as she placed her eyes to his, nothing needed said at the moment, she contunued eating till each bit of food was gone from her plate.Wiping her mouth with the napkin she moved her chair back and took her plate into the house, then returned to her seat while he finished.She finished the wine in her glass by that time he was as well finished , she cleared his plate as well then returned to her seat, turning it to look out within the ocean at the sun, as it met the water upon the horizon.



"That was very good Sir, the meal was incredible", she spoke as she looked to the waters watching the view."I couldn't imagine living anywhere else but here.Being born here, raised my whole life in the cottage.This area is all I know, I was to leave it this fall to go to college out of state, but those plans had changed quickly." She turned to look at him, her eyes within his own, her soft and subtle, very little make up upon her face.Clarissa was always told, her beauty was natural, her face was flawless, so she had always just wore masacara upon her lashed to make them long and thicker looking."VonBargen Sir, where are you from?Have you always lived here in the area?" She placed the glass to her lips taking the last bit to her lips, tasting it once again, causing her lips to glisten with a thin sheer coating of wine and warm saliva across them.

 

[SparkyMan]

He watched as he ate. Victor continually stole glances of Clarissa as she ate her meal complimenting his abilities, which naturally swelled his ego. The meal was, indeed, excellent, as was her company. He was happy with her upbringing, her manners very polite and extremely lady like. He was amused at the way she always referred to him as Sir, or Mr VonBargen. Part of him wanted her to feel relaxed and casual and call him Victor, but she fed his sense of power by constantly referring to him in the proper. Oh yes, he surmised that indeed tonight would be the night. The first night of the cycle when it shall all begin.

She had talked about the roses, how special they were. "Yes indeed, Clarissa," he began. "These roses," he pointed to the vase containing the eighteen meant for her, though she didn't know it yet, "are grown in a remote part of the world." He bit from his food as he found Clarissa entranced by his conversation. "You see, my dear. My family is rather large and has a rather rich heritage. Over the years we siblings have spread over this great world and settled in various places. However, we hold our motherland dear to us, for it is from there where this wine comes from." He took a sip of the wine. "It is where these wonderful flowers come from." His hand grazed towards the roses, yet never touched them, as if to tease them with his presence, longing to feel his fingertips upon their petals. "I have them shipped in, special freight on a regular basis. They're called Eternal Life Roses, a rare variety that one of my ancient family members had developed." He ate some more, watching how Clarissa seemed entranced by their beauty and perfect shape, almost as if they were silken replicas of an original.

They finished their meal, and Victor was surprised, almost objecting to Clarissa's cleaning up of their place setting, yet allowing her the freedom to do so. She is so attentive and so serving he thought before she returned from the kitchen to join him once again at the table.

She had talked about going to college and how her plans had changed. For a brief moment, Victor felt a pang of sorrow for interfering in the untarnished dreams of the virgin child. That guilt quickly faded, Victor knowing that only he could teach her the ways of the world, and that once she had committed herself to him, she would be more learned than all the professors added together, at any university she chose. She would understand, once the moment was right, but for now, the subject was best left unaddressed. Then Clarissa's questions became more personal, more inquisitive. Her young mind searching for answers.

Before answering, he rose to his feet and extended his hand to Clarissa, helping her stand once more. "So you want to know about me?" Clarissa's head nodded, freeing those wisps of hair into her face. Victor grabbed the bottle of wine, still chilled within the bucket and tucked it under his arm. He reached down to the table and grabbed the two goblets in his free hand. "It's quite a long story, and it can be rather boring ... so why don't we stroll along the beach as I fill you in?" He extended his elbow for Clarissa to latch onto as they crossed the patio and descended the wooden stairs that fell onto the beach below. He stopped at the bottom step and kicked off his shoes, deftly pulling his black socks from his feet also, using his feet since his hands were occupied. Clarissa followed his lead, but rather sat on the bottom step to remove her shoes. As she did so he filled the glasses with wine.

When she rose to her bare feet he offered her the glass and then his elbow, both of which she accepted as they began their journey away from the houses into the darkness falling upon the beach, still well lit from the ebbing full moon of the night before. They travelled down to the waters edge, near where the water was wet, but keeping dry, flirting with the lapping waves as they kissed the shore.

He addressed her questions in the order she had asked them. "I am really from all over the world. I have never settled in any one place for an extended period of time. My family ... my heritage is from a land nestled outside the hills of Romania. It is a beautiful land that given the opportunity, you should travel. Green hills are left untouched by the ravaging hands of civilization, just as nature had intended it to be. Wild animals run free, only to be slaughtered for personal nourishment as needed. Flowers as beautiful as the ones we raise, grow in abundance there. It is breathtaking for those that appreciate art. I'm sure you would like it." They had already walked far enough that their homes were no longer visible. They continued on. "During my travels I have collected many of the precious artifacts you wee admiring earlier. I hope you appreciate my tastes."

"Once I came across this piece of land, I found the tranquility I had been searching for." He was lying, but it even sounded good to him. Most of it was a lie ... "It was the only place on this continent, I felt closest to home." He stopped in his tracks and looked around. They had travelled quite a distance and had since drained their glasses once more. He escorted Clarissa higher up on the beach to a secluded spot, even though there was no sign of life anywhere near them. Victor removed his jacket and spread it on the sand. He sat down in the sandnext to his jacket and patted the jacket motioning for Clarissa to join him, which she did. They both stared into the moonlit ocean as he continued relating his life story.

"I moved here almost nineteen years ago, and have never searched for anyplace more perfect, since." He returned his gaze to Clarissa, staring at her until she felt his stare. "Do you blame me," he asked. A slight evening breeze had picked up and Victor noticed Clarissa begin to shiver, though she said nothing. He moved like a smooth cat, as if it were only natural for him to do so, sliding over and behind Clarissa, wrapping her in his arms, his legs on either side of her, his chin almost resting on her shoulder. He warmed her and shielded her, and protected her as they sat and stared at the white caps as they tickled the tops of each wave, before crashing into the sand.

They had been there a while wehn Victor suddenly asked, "Do you ever feel like doing something crazy and totally silly?"

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa was intentive as she listened to the story behind the roses she had admired arounf his garnd home.Clarissa watched how his wethered lips moved, how he pressed them against the wine glass as she drank, how they formed when he spoke words. "The name is befitting them, they looks as if they were made of the finest red silk and looks like they would last a lifetime. Those would be the red roses that woman would die to have sent to them.



She leaned upon the table, her breasts settled lightly upon it as the top of the dress lowered down, showing the upper swells of her creamy young breasts.Breasts that were never touched by another, just like the rest of her, a blank canvas ready to be painted upon by an artist with talent and passion.Her arms rested there as her long fingers locked in almost praying form, her eyes were upon his face, if he would be a Professor, Clarissa would have been the most attentive student he had ever wished for.She hung to each and every word, only wanting more knowledge, her mind was a sponge that craved to absorb.



Clarissa watched as his facial expressions changed when she had spoke about she future plans of college, and such, she didn't wish him to feel pity upon her."Mr VonBargen, I have decided perhaps to teach art classes to children in town, shape their minds, show them what art can bring to them, even if it's just an outlet for emotion. I was fortunate enough to be left well to do, when my parents passed on, now I need to give myself somehow that will fill that void. I could still go, but that would mean I'd need to leave the inlet, and the cottage. I-i'm not ready for that yet, as much as I'd like to further myself, I'm not sure I'll ever be ready." Clarissa's soft ight pink lips curled up at the ends forming a soft warm smile as she had finished speaking.



Her steel blue eyes, now having a tint of grey within them, followed his body as he rose up from his chair. Her head nodded, as she stood up,"Yes Sir, only if you cared to tell, I don't wish to pry." The bottle of wine was gripped about the neck, as were the glasses in his big hands, she watched as his elbow extened out and smiled more as her arm slipped thru it, taking his side."I would love to hear anything, and the beach is a perfect place to walk and talk." He was going to tell her about himself, as they walked along the patio, satopping she removed her heels and carried on awaiting him to remove his shoes and socks.



Down the steps she took the glass from his hand once again, licking her arm within his as he was her lead.First the grass was cool to her feet till it began to lead into sand. Her steps fell within his own, as they made footprints in the sand behind them, the soft nights air, washing them away.The gritty particales of golden brown sand filling in their light prints, erasing as if they had ever walked their path downwards to the beach.



Waves washed agross the sand as she took the outter edge of it, feeling it soak the bottom of her long emerald dress. Clarissa paid no mind to it, for it felt good as the water was warm.That feeling as if she was beging suckled in fell over her as she moved up a bit as they walked arm in arm. She guided him up, then let the water play it's game once more.The moon held a glowing ring about it, as she gazed to it, letting her eyes drink it's the aura.



It was truly a memorable evening for her, she was feeling that princess feeling within her, like the senior prom she didn't attend.Was this how it was to be afterwards, when couples met, gathering to talk and walk, speaking of their futures? If so she now felt that feeling she'd missed out on due to her parents death. Mr VonBargen's was bringin it to reality for her as she listened to him talk, his voice deep yet soothing her.



They had walked a long distance as she turned and there was nothing in view but the lighthouse's guided beakon.The horizon was dark, no ships passing through the night tonight.The beach was their's alone, as they were the only ones upon it. She followed his lead as he guided her along, pulling her arm back as he removed his jacket and settled himself aside it within the sand, letting her sit, as she did, her knees slightly bent as they almost met her breasts. He kept speaking as she listened to each word spoke.Placing the bottom of her glass in the sand aside them as she hugged her knees loosely with her long thin toned arms. Both looked out watching the waves form, the way the moons light danced upon the dark hoizon, like little gems floating about the waters surface.


"No, I cannot blame you Sir, as I have expressed how I feel about beig here and not leaving it." As they talked the breeze seemed to have a chill within it as she felt a shiver run through her body, little goosebumps formed upon her arms.She hadn't noticed he'd moved from her side to behind her until she felt his legs side along her body, parting around her like a 'V". He took her into the warmth of his arms as they watched outwards, and spoke, of his life, and her own. She pulled her arms back from around her knees and left his own arms protect her from the coolness of the crisp night.


"Honestly Sir, I really have never had that chance to, I've always been to grown up for my age, placed in an upbringing that was like a prep school for fine young ladies. Why is it you ask? I've always wanted to just on a whim...jump a plane and fly to wherever it took me, no baggage, no nothing, well money of course." Clarissa felt his warm breaths upon her neck, her ear as she leaned back against him, feeling his chest to her back. His words were whispers from his lips, felt like secrets told to his ear as she spoke, the warmth washed over her ear, sending a feeling within her hadn't felt before.

 

[SparkyMan]

Victor was touched by Clarissa's generous nature as she detailed a brief outline of her immediate plans for the future. "Helping to mold young children, letting them express themselves through art." It was a noble and heartwarming notion indeed, which made it more difficult for Victor to swallow, for he knew that would be another dream of hers that never came to fruition, rather replaced by a more important role for her life in the grand scheme of things. He would not burden her with that knowledge tonight. That would end up being a distant dream, a mere idea of a path she was glad she had not taken, when she looks back upon her life many years down the road.

Sitting in the sand, Clarissa wrapped in his arms, her body pressed back to his, her neck available to him, Victor needed restraint. He was glad for the fresh kill of the night before. His hunger was satiated for now ... the hunger for blood. The hunger that grew within him now, was the hunger for intimate contact, as he felt the familiar risings of his interest for Clarissa.

He jumped to his feet rather abruptly when Clarissa had said she wanted to do things on impulse, rather than think and debate their consequences. He grabbed her hand, dragging her to his feet as he ran to the water's edge, making her bring her half empty glass of wine, as he did his, leaving the bottle and his jacket behind. At the water's lapping edge, he commanded, "Make a wish ... any wish ... finish the glass ... and toss it to the ocean's waters ... keeping your wish between you and the sea." With that said Victor closed his eyes, already knowing his wish, well in advance of this moment, pondering the vision before opening his eyes. He gulped down his glass making it empty, save for a few stray droplets that fell from his eager lips. He took two steps into the lapping water, rearing back and tossed the fine crystal goblet as far as the eye could see before hearing a faint splash amongst the low rumble of the waves.

He turned to see Clarissa looking at him like he was crazy, even though he suddenly felt twenty years younger in body terms. She looked at her glass, wondering why anyone would toss good crystal into the ocean, but felt compelled to follow suit. She closed her eyes, much longer than Victor, as he studied the subtle vibrations in her eye lids. Finally she too opened them and guzzled down her drink before throwing her glass, with surprising skill, quite far beyond the waves. They both listened for that echoing sound of faint splash mixed in with the sound of the moon's tide.

Victor reached out and grabbed Clarissa's hand as they gazed out onto the moonlit ocean's belly, watching the reflection ripple gently. Clarissa broke the silence, turning to her guest, "Mr. VonBargen? What did you wish for? I wished for ..."

He quickly put a finger to Clarissa's lips, bringng her confession to an abrupt end. "The wish my dear ... is kept between the sea and you. Keep it that way, for it may come true."

That moment stood still. His finger to her lips, his flesh upon her lips, his dry weathered finger against her moist young lips. As magnet is srawn to steel, and moth to a flame, so too was Victor drawn to Clarissa at that very moment. His face neared hers, his finger kept in place. Nearer and nearer they moved towards each other, opposite worlds uniting to be one. Closer and closer till his warm breath could be felt upon her face and hers upon his.

He removed his finger from her lips, placing his lips upon hers and pressed forward taking from her that moment, that bliss, that memory, and reliving it over again as the memory of years past came flooding into his mind. He relished it because it was no longer a memory, but life starting all over again. The process to be carried out beginning tonight, this very night. Tonight, the night where Clarissa would begin to "see", to "understand", to know all there is to know.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

They watched the waves roll in , his breaths washing across her long slender neck like the waves upon the sand before then. His arms, his body caused the warmth to run through her till he suddenly jumped up, as she moved forth pressing her breasts to her knees.His bigger hand quickly grasped her's within it pulling her to her feet as he led her down the sandy beach. She felt the sand push from under her feet as they ran to meet the waters edge, he lead her so far into to water, both holding their half drank goblets of blood red wine.


Clarissa gave him a confused look, 'a wish' she thought, her wishes never come true, if they did she'd not be alone, her parents would be alive her life would have taken a different path than what it had thus far to this point. Watching as he took the last of his wine within his mouth and drank it fast, turning his body as his hand remained about hers, he tossed it far into the curling waves. The splash heard as it landed out within the distance, the ocean quickly swallowing it up as if it were a little trinket for it to keep.


Turning he looked to her, it was her turn now to wish, drink and toss the glass.. Clarissa was a bit confused to toss such a thing away , he egged her on. Clarissa closed her eyes as she made that one special wish, took a few more steps into the water then he did, as she felt it about her thighs the waves almost knocking her over.Her right arm went back, the galss in her hand as she brings it forth quickly, letting the glass fly from her hand as they watch it meet the darkness, then splash through the oceans surface, letting the waves fold it within them like the first.


Clarissa turned and took those four steps that placed her back with him, guided by his out stretched arm, his hand awaiting hers once more.Not wanting to disappoint him, nor did she even give it a second thought her fingers laid within his as he curled about her own tightly.The water around their ankles now, as they wated the moolight, the horizon, the way the water shimmered and rippled. Sharing a moment together, the solitude settling in making that exact moment feel perfect for Clarissa.


Always thirsting for knowledge she turned to him, and asked what he wished for as she looked to his eyes. Quickly he hushed her as she felt his fingertips to her lips, stopping her from asking more as she nodded listening to him speak. She still wanted to know, but knew she'd never hear it from his lips.Clarissa herself felt a little selfish as she made a wish for herself, to end that loneliness she felt inside. She was ready to find love, warmth, time had past and she was now eighteen it was time for her to feel what she's longed for. Wanting what her parents had, or that older couple that still held hands even thought they were 70 years old.


They stood within the ocean they both loved, the moonlight shining down upon them like a spotlight. The water shimmering as if it were their stage.She watched as his face moved closer to hers, her's moved towards his.Clarissa's heartbeat felt like a hard thumping within her chest as his breaths washed over her face, wiondering if he could hear it as well.


Clarissa knew they were going to kiss, his wethered thick fingertips left her lips as it was replaced by his own.Her eyes of blue stayed open, looking at his face as her fingers twined within his own. Her other hand moved upwards as she placed it lightly on his shoulder, her thin fingers laying over it as her eyes closed slowly.


Her first kiss, her heart thumped harder, her fingers tightened, her mind raced in every direction. 'Was she doing it right?, was she doing it wrong? Was it good?' , the questions looped within her mind round and round as her body was moving from his as sand below her feet washed out with the wave. A shiver went through her body as the night's air swirled about them, the sea's mist once warm now cold upon her flesh. Goosebumps covered her skin as a soft moan escaped her lips..from out of no place, which startled her a bit.

 

[SparkyMan]

The kiss ... that first meeting of his lips to hers ... the gentle pressure between two faces, mashing the set of lips upon each other ... was just what Victor needed to spur on his confidence. Now he was convinced that this would be the right time, the right place, and the final time. No longer would he have to live out the ordeal of repeating this entire process again. Something was different and it was that difference that made him smile.

He looked upon Clarissa's face and saw a gentle color paint upon her cheeks as he drew back from that kiss. He was sure there would be plenty more kisses before the night were out. Without spoiling the moment, without saying a word, he pulled Clarissa from the water back to their spot in the sand. He saw the shiver in her body and knew it could be from the swirling air, which had suddenly turned cool, but also knew it could be from the passion growing within her from that kiss. He hoped it was more the latter, but would not worry. He reached down and grabbed his jacket and wrapped it about Clarissa's bare shoulders, covering her exposed skin from the chilly evening breeze. Her arms were covered within the jacket, so she could no longer hold his hand, but it was better, for he wrapped his arm about her shoulder, pulling her close, keeping her pressed against his heated body.

With the nearly empty bottle in his left hand, and Clarissa wrapped in his right arm, the two neighbors, stolled back towards the lighthouse, following the beacon of light like two lost ships in the night, following it back towards their homes. Victor kept pulling Clarissa closer and closer until she began nuzzling against him, his nose flaring as the smell of her hair mixed with the salt air, wafted into his nostrils.

They stopped along the way to gaze upon the ocean again. He sipped from the bottle and offered Clarissa some more to warm her body. He tipped the bottle for her to drink from. It was just a sip, but enough to coat her lips. He could see the blood red coating her lips in the moonlight. This time, the passage was quicker, his face to hers and hers to him. Their lips met again, a pleasant sigh coming from between their bodies. His tongue snaked out between his lips, to dance upon hers, to collect and savor the droplets that had shimmered there. It was quick and brief, but sensuous nonetheless. He even sensed that Clarissa's mouth may have opened to accept his tongue, but he drew it back. It wasn't meant to be a tease, but just to savor the taste of the blood red wine from her lips. As he looked into her eyes, he sensed that she felt as if it were a tease.

He turned her to walk a few more feet down the beach ... just a few feet, feeling her heart pounding through her chest as he held her close. He stopped again. Turned her towards him. Staring into her eyes, he could feel the fire ignited in his pupils, the flame burning there for her. He guzzled the small remaining amount of wine and tossed the bottle aimlessly into the waters by their side. Without a second's hesitation, he pressed his face to hers again. This time his mouth fell open, pulling her lips open with his. His tongue wandered past his lips, grazing on the insides of her lips, over the smooth pearly white crystals of her teeth, and into her mouth, where he found her tongue. She responded, as so did he, entwining their tongues around each other as he pulled Clarissa even tighter to him. He could feel her pillowy breasts mashed into his chest, her heart beating rapidly next to his own. Her heavy breathing flowing through her nose, washing his face in its warmth. They continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, and it was close to it, for they had been there for nearly twenty minutes, tightly embraced, and locked in their heated kiss, that wonderful exchange of bodily fluids from one mouth to the other and back again.

Victor could feel the need arise. The need to take this young virgin, to take her one step closer to her destiny ... to guide her along her path. He broke the kiss and they walked again, she held close to him, their steps having a much quicker pace. They continually stopped to resume where they had left off, his hands running down her sides as he held her close, his hands dangerously close to the swells, his thumbs actually pressing into the soft flesh, their kisses more intense.

Again they headed off, nearly a hop in their step, practically running towards a destiny that he hoped she shared in her mind. They stopped one last time, his home in view, their mouths locked, his hands about her waist, pulling her to him, his arousal, hard and thick, pressed tightly between them, its crowned head pressing noticeably into her belly.

They were practically at a run by the time they reached the steps, both panting heavily, not from the run, but from the excitement and anticipation that filled their bodies, their souls. His body, lit with the fire within now had the strength and vigor of a virile twenty year old male. In one fell swoop, he scooped Clarissa into his arms and carried her like a newlywed across the threshold, up the steps to the table they shared dinner at. Never stopping, he carried her through the still open doorway and into his house, up another flight of stairs and into his bedroom.

Once inside the Master's suite, he carried Clarissa to his bed and gently laid her down upon the pillowy softness of the down filled comforter. He noticed how the blanket swallowed her up as she lay upon the dark mahogany four poster bed.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa felt those kisses deepen, her body beginning to react to them, to those feelings never before felt.She whispering whimpers released were soft and inviting, egging on for them to continue.She looked to his face, shaodeowed by the moons light, they said nothing as he pulled backwards.He lead her out of the water upon the colness of the wet sand, as she knew the waves would hide their existance of ever being there.The dry sand stuck to her feet as they stopped where they shared their wine, where he moved behind her and warmed her with his body as they lokked to the ocean.


Grabbing his jacket, he shook it in the cold nights breeze. getting rid of the excess sand then wrapped it about her shoulders tightly to keep her warm.With his other hand he curled his fingers about the neck of the wine bottle and brought it along with them, still half full and drinkable.He wrapped his arm about her shoulder and pulled her to his side, holding her close to feel him next to her.Clarissa turned back for a second as she looked seeing those two sets of footprints in the sand like in her painting she'd done that early afternoon.Asviver ran down her spine as the small finer hairs upon her neck stood up, only to let his warmth coax then back down as they walked .


The lighthouse seemed so far in the distance,the beacon light guiding them back like two ships in the darkness of the night.He pulled her as close as he could to his side, as if he wanted to be one with her, eaches second skin.His face butied lightly to her hair, her neck as he took her scents within his nosrtrils, her doing the same, smelling his manly scent meshed with the salt from the ocean.Once living by it for so long that scent seems to disappear, and other little things trigger it back once again.


They stopped a little ways down the sand, looking into each others eyes once more,she watched him sip from the bottle then offer it to her.She felt the cold glass rim against her lips, then the still chilled combination of sweet and sour over her tongue awakening her tastebuds once again as she swallowed as he tilted it.Their lips met again, another kiss placed as her toes curled into the sand.That pink flavored muscle slipped from his lips, parting her own for her first french kiss with another.Her heart thumped within her throat, as she awkwardly moved her tongue around her mouth. His only moved across her lips, tasting her as she clamed down, wanting to learn, for him to teach her more.Their bodies pressed together, her chest rose up against his and fell leaving very little space between them.


Again the kiss broke, as she licked her lips as they walked, not once, not twice but more just to keep that feeling alive.The night air no longer felt as cold as when they first started making their way back to the lighthouse, her hair wisped around her face, covering the view about her, till he stopped, and her hand reached up brushed it away as she drank the rest of the wine.The bottle tossed aside like the glasses, the ocean drinking it up as it took it back within it, drowning it in it's clutches like a person that couldn't swim.Their eyes holding within each others, as their faces dreww closer, closer till their lips met.His tongue parting her own, as his tongue snuck within it,once again her's pulled abck, as her heart reaced within her chest thumping faster as if it were trying to jump out of her chest.


Clarissa relaxed as she left his tongue control her own, twining about it, teasing it as she whimpered softly to his mouth.His body pressed against her as he dreww her tightly to him, she couldn't stop, her body was slowly be invaded with passion for the first time in her life.Clarissa feeling again like that star woman in those romantic novels, where she finally gets to feel what it's really like to be romanced.This birthday could be the best one she'd ever had , if only her parents were alive, then again did she want that at the moment to see her twined with an older male? Clarissa was glad he broke the kiss as her thoughts went along their own path, one that she didn't wish to go down, one that could spoil her night of magic if they did.


His hands moved along her as they looked within eaches eyes yet another time, she getting lost in his, feeling as if it were a dream till his thumb was felt against the swells of her breasts.She wanted to stop him, she wanted to slow tyheir bodies down, his lips met hers once more and she fell into the abyss.Nothing again mattered, the past buried with new emotions, new thoughs and images in her head tossed about like the oceans wave, and that bottle that rode the waves out to sea.


Clarissa turned as the kiss broke, she moved in his steps falling into place with them, as they quickened their pace along the sand, this time she didn't look back to those footprints, this time, she didn't care how many sets were in the sand. Stopping at the foot of the steps they kissed hard and passionate, their lips on fire as their bodies felt the heat rising to match it.She almost stepped back as she gripped her tightly, she felt his manhood pressing to her belly, not sure how to react, he never gave her that option to think about it either.


Suddently she was wisked up in his arms as if she were as light as a feathers, her arm went over his shoulder as she held to him and he held her.The steps seemed to be no problem, almost as if he had taken them like a wild canine, two at a shot with a leap.They passed the dinner table where her eighteenth birthday dinner was shared, then they headed to the grand stairwell, a place she'd not been, taking her up them as she left her eyes glance about.


Clarissa felt his arms lower her to his bed, so softly he placed her as if she were a doll.Her eyes looked into his own as her wanted to run, she wanted to stay, so confused in her feelings.Looking about the room, the bed seemed to engulf her with its size and softness.How was she to tell him, explain her fright, and ever other emotion that flooded over her at that moment.She wanted to blurt out, she'd never been with a man, and so much more.Her dress clung to her legs from the wetness of the ocean, her eyes searched his face as her words became non-existant.


Laying there she felt guilty like a sinner, yet, part of her wanted to give so back and explore...she was so sheltered by her parents, for the first time, she wasn't sure if she liked them for doing that to her.

 

[SparkyMan]

Victor stood above Clarissa as she lay upon his mattress, his bed, his sheets, clad in that wonderful green gown, stained along the bottom with the ocaen's waters. She was even more beautiful now than he could ever recall. Each time prior, paled to this very moment as he let his eyes linger on her beauty.

Gazing into her eyes, he could see the spark, the tiny flame that yearned and longed for much needed air, to reach a raging inferno. But with it was mixed an obvious look of fright, scared of what was going to happen, for he knew that she was a virgin in the truest sense. He would be the first. He was already the first in some things to her on this very night. Yes, tonight would be a night of many firsts, for Clarissa, for her brain. Her body however, will be a different story. It will have all the outward signs of being her first, but her body will remember. It will know how to react. It will remember, each of those times before, telling her how to react, how to move, how to please, how to enjoy. She will think it to be "natural instinct." but that instinct is derived from her previous lives and rebirths.

Victor sat upon the bed, right next to Clarissa, sinking the soft matress so that she rolled towards him. No more words needed to be spoken this evening. The only thing would be eye contact mingled with the physical touch of their bodies against each other, and within each other. He looked into her eyes, keeping her stare, as if he hypnotized her. He could if he wanted, but that would delay the process ... something he didn't want or need to do this time.

He brsuhed her cheek, pushing those wonderfully cute stray hairs from her face, letting them join the others, already laying comfortably atop the soft pillows. He combed the hairs from her forehead, leaving her as the porcelain doll he loved to envision, now rosy with red color, perhaps from the wine, perhaps from her arousal.

He leaned in and began another sensual kiss, his tongue now eagerly welcomed inside Clarissa's mouth. Their tongues began a slow dance, a waltz to an unheard song. His moans reverberate through her body and her moans' spur him to continue his exploration. His tongue continues to caress, to gently graze upon the walls and various obstacles within, marking its way, memorizing the map all the while continuing its sensual dance.

He leaned in more heavily upon Clarissa, sinking her further into the mattress, his face twisting and turning trying to create that perfect seal between their wet lips. He cups her face in his hands, feeling her cheeks hollow as he grazes them across the fine flesh, slowly moving downward to tingle along the sides of her neck. His hands wrap around her neck, cradling it as she arches to meet his kiss, his fingers touching in the back, his thumbs meeting in the front. He could strangle her, choke her to death, if he were not careful, if he let his hunger get out of control. He quickly moved his hands away, bringing them down to her shoulders, afraid he might just lose control.

Victor broke the kiss only for a moment, seeing his hands resting comfortably on her shoulders. He resumed the kiss once again, tasting Clarissa deep in his mouth as her body began to remember, her tongue actively searching, exploring, mapping it for her memory. Her body beginning to remember as she arches towards him. wanting his touch on her body.

He responded by gently rubbing his hands across Clarissa's shoulders, moving the spaghetti straps beneath his palms. He pushes them to the balls of her shoulders, feeling her body shudder, knowing, feeling, enjoying what is happening, and what is about to happen. He continues the gentle massage moving his hands and the straps until they are over her shoulders and now rest midway down her upper arms. loose and flimsy beneath his hands which hold her arms steady, soothing, caressing, encouraging her to bring her arms up. His hands travelling down to her elbows, bringing the thin green straps with them until Clarissa frees hr arms from the binds and wraps them about his neck, pulling him tight as her mouth begins to devour his tongue, his neck, his ears ...

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa looked up to him, his eyes, as they locked, she could hear the pounding in her chest from her heartbeat, her breaths seemed to echo within her ears, everything around her was silent except those two things. His eyes danced upon her, she watched as he studied her face, feeling as if she were being looked over as an expensive gem, that needed to be flawless and perfect.She swallowed hard as the wine took it's course upon her body and mind, she knew not to drink to much but things seemed to be so right, that one more glass needed to be shared, that bottle needed to be emptied.


Her small glistening moist tongue tip peeked out between the two soft petals licking them trying to keep her lips moist, so they wouldnt dry. She knew what was about to happen next, he was going to make love to her, the thoughts ran thruogh her head at the speed of ninty miles and hour , jumbled up and twined with each other.Clarissa felt panic setting in, as she parted her lips and sucked in a breath, exhaling fast only to take another as her eyes caught her breasts rising high and falling fast.She noticed the two twin peeks pressing against the emerald dress, was it from the cold or the excitement they grew so hard, she wasn't sure at the moment, her mind and body were going in two different directions along that emotional highway.


Clarissa watched as he moved and sat upon the soft mattress, feeling herself roll to him like he reeled her in, the catch of the day, like that yo-yo tossed out and brought right back to it's owner.She eyes od deep blue stayed within his grey ones as she looked within them hard, not able to read him, to see anything more than what he appeared to be before her, and older man trying to seduce her on her birthday.She couldn't deny he was handsome, that would be a lie, for he was indeed a good-looking man for his age, whatever that may be.Perhaps she will show him the sketch she did, maybe it was his son, or grandson in the paper.


Nothing needed said betwen them, she felt he sensed she was still untouched, as she tried to calm herself down.His hand reached to her face as she quickly flinched, till she realised he was brushing those stray away from her eyes, her cheeks with a wisk of his fingertips she could clearing see his defind features.Clariass felt him against her, as she swallowed again, awaiting that next move to take place between them, letting him lead her down that sexual path. To make her a woman, to teach her what she needed to know and feel between a nman and woman.


His face moved to meet hers as her head laid within the softness of the pillow, she closed her eyes when she felt their lips brush, and press against one anothers.Her's parted immediately as his soft tongue moved within her dark warm cavern, letting it feel it's way about and taste her soft flesh. Her moved to his, twining with it as one, feelong his body more upon her own, she whimpered and moaned softly within his mouth as his own sounds ignited a heated passion she didn't even know could happen within her loins.



His bed seemed to want to engulf her, to imprison her into it as she laid more of himself upon her, feeling his mouth move about her own as the kiss turned firey with passion.Clarissa cried to his mouth, letting him answer her back once again with his own heated sounds.he cradled her within his arms, feeling his fingers about her throat, her eyes opened wide, as she startled her that very moment, she paniced and lost her breath.Her blue hies closed behind their fleshy dark homes as his hands move from her long slender neck, and across her shoulders.


Clarissa felt his lips leave hers as her eyes slowly opened, feeling his hands upon the ends of her shoulders, not even realize he'd had an alterative motive.She licked her natural pink lips with her tongue tip sucking in a deep breath and released it in time for his mouth to ravish her's once more as she moaned out pressing herself to him wanting more feeling a desire never felt before for a man.



His weathered hands seemed soft now against her creamy pale shoulders, she didn't even realize that when his mouth met hers once more she had begun to seduce her more, as he removed the straps of her dress from her shoulders, letting them slip down upon her upper arms.Her breath was one within his own as the deep kiss lingered on.Her body betraying her as it arched up from the bed then pressed back down from his weight upon her, she couldn't stop it, it was like it had it's own mind, thoughts and didn't listen to her's no longer.



His hands ran long her upper arms and shoulders finally cupping her elbows as he maneuvered her to where she was free of the straps, her mouth breaking from his own as she found his throaat, kissing down it, the nape attacked by her heated desire buring within her.She placed the tip of her tongue along his neck, trailing a thin line of warm glistening saliva, then licked it away again to leave anouther.Her mouth was hungry as she explored his flesh, her mind going blank as she seemed to have do this before, devoured a man, her body began to ache more as she fed upon him, her hands roaming his back, raking her nails against the vest.

 

[SparkyMan]

Victor breathed a heavy sigh, his warm breath blowing across Clarissa's nape as her passion awoke from a hundred year sleep. A sleeping beauty, needing the kiss from her prince, to awaken the fire always there, hidden by her conservative upbringing. He couldn't help but feel the stirring in his loins as Clarissa's passion came running through the unlocked door, running wild finally let out from its cage. Her arms, free of the straps that held her dress up, now wrapped around his neck, locked, pulling him tight to her, her hands and nails raking down his back, sending shivers through his own body.

It was natural, a simple gliding motion, a series of soft movements, slightly shifting bodies, tangled amongst each other, until he was atop of her ... lying on her body, nestling into her, hovering over her, pushing her further into the mattress. They continued the explorations with their mouths, lips, and tongues along each other's fae, neck and shoulders, though never going lower. On many occasions, Victor could feel the urge to unleash the power that would elongate his canine teeth, yet strongly held back. Her body may be slowly giving to him, but her mind still had a considerable distance to travel before he could take her. He also knew that Clarissa was giving herself to ... Victor ... him, as he was now. She would need to give herself to him, when she knew ... when she knew everything ... when she knew everything about him.

Tonight was but a prelude to that time. An introduction to a grand opera, a teasing sampling of what lay in store in the grand story. Tonight, and over the next several months, many more nights would educate Clarissa, would teach her, would show her, all there is to know about Victor.

As he lay upon her, Victor's hands caressed Clarissa's arms once more. He travelled up along her arms till they came to rest beneath her arm pits. The skin was so soft against his weathered hands, yet she seemed to give them a certain softness he hadn't had since his last encounter with her. His hands wandered slowly down until they had met the edge of the green silk tht clung ever so loosely to those soft pillows upon her breast. Victor never looked down, but kept his eyes locked upon her eyes, watching them go wide. Again, he stared into the widely dilated pupils surrounded by the sea blue rims. Within those dark centers, he saw Clarissa's true feelings, true desires, he saw her soul. He could see the torment, for he knew she knew what was going to happen next. The fright was there in her eyes, for he knew that she was scared, this being the first time. Never taking his eyes off her, he pulled his hands down along her curves, dragging the green silk down, over the peaked pillows, exposing them to the bedroom's view, though he did not look upon them.

Victor wanted Clarissa to know that it was her, that he wanted, not her body. The removal of that cover was merely a step closer to uniting their souls, the soul that he wanted ... needed. A gasp of air filled the otherwise silent room as Victor felt her chest rise, her lungs filling with the air, her stiff nipples pressing up into his chest, veiled by the crisp white tux shirt. The gasp was followed by a softened sigh as she relaxed back onto the bed, resolved to follow what her body told her was right. She was remembering, her body was recalling those movements, those actions, those little quirks that two lovers intimately know after being with each other after so many years.

Victor's hands had roamed all the way down to her hips, feeling her womanly bones beneath her slim waist, pinned beneath his stomach, pressed into her womanhood, her legs spread to make room for him there, as if it was there that he always belonged. His loving kisses resumed, giving air to the flickering flame dancing in her eyes. Not once did he allow his eyes to fall upon her nudity, as he pressed back into her, now feeling those pointed peaks prominently poking into his pounding heart. Their breathing increased to that of a seasoned athlete during competition, each ebbing and flowing against the other, one rising as the other was falling, in perfect syncopation with each other. The time spent like that was immeasurable; a few minutes, several hours, even a whole day could have passed as the two remained embraced, sharing each other's attention.

Finally, Victor raised his hips, his hands on Clarissa's for leverage, creating a gap, a void between their bodies. Once more, Victor could feel Clarissa gasp for air and hold her breath, as his hands moved the gown over the rounded curves, bunching the material just below her hips, her rounded backside pressed into the bed, preventing them from going any lower. Again, Victor held his gaze upon Clarissa's eyes, assuring her that everything was just fine, and natural, still to this very moment, not once having viewed her tempting and tantalizing naked body. The flickering flame was now a steady burning flame, a wick dipped into the heated pools of oil in her eyes, enveloping the fear, using up its space for its own purpose, slowly growing larger, crowding it out so that it could consume her entirely. As Clarissa let out her breath, her ass seemed to levitate from the bed, floating upwards of its own accord, giving Victor the room, and the permission to continue, to proceed with his peeling away of her outer layer.

He pulled the gown down, making room for Clarissa to easily slip from the garment, his eyes still locked upon hers, but now catching the breathtaking view of her heaving chest as it fell and rose in his lower peripheral field of vision. He left the small piece of satin that still adorned her porcelain body, returning to his position between her legs after having discarded the gown to the floor aside the bed.

For the second time, he and Clarissa embraced, he atop of her, his body covering her, keeping her warm, despite the fire building within her. His hips nestled comfortably betwen her spread naked thighs, he kissed her passionately, while running his hands as low as he could along the bare smooth skin of her outer legs, repeatedly reaching lower and lower as they too seemed to levitate from the bed, her knees slowly drawing up, making herself wider, more open. Another eternity had passed until Clarissa's ankles were finally around Victor's back, locked together, pinning him to her, never to be released, until she wanted to.

In this position, Clarissa had offered Victor the opportunity to run his hands along her rounded bottom, feeling the smooth, soft skin as the two began a slow, rhythmic rocking, their tongues dueling wildly, their hearts racing erratically, their breathing at sprinting speeds. Her nearly completely naked body was now pinned below, and locked to, his fully clothed body. Victor could feel his hardness knowingly pressing into Clarissa as they continued.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa's mouth wandered along his flesh, along the starched collar of his shirt, her warm face nuzzles into the crook od his neck once again as she suckled the warm flesh within her mouth, letting her tongue tip flicker over it, as she teased, wanting him more and more, her own hungry growing within her as her body feling those impulses, sending them to her brain like a shock.She breaths deepened as he moved her mouth along his neck, his ear, kissing behind it, suckling the lobe between her warm lips.Her hands roamed his back, her nails beginning to press harder against his shirt, dragging as if her animal instinct was taking over.


She urged him over her body, she wanted him to blanket her fully with his own, he was to cover her, keep her warm , she needed to feel his weight upon her smaller frame, to rub against it.Clarissa was lost in a spiral downfall, her mind felt as if there was only one part responding, the thoughts were purely sexual, everything else was gone, ity was like her memory was being erased slowly, and all new thoughts taking their place.She never had made love to a man before, but she felt as if it was her second nature.She was no longer going to question herself, but let her body flow with his, letting her mouth, hands explore, feed that ache she felt inside that drove her to the depths of her core.


His body pressed her further into the softness of the mattress, she felt his large hands along her arms, caressing her softly as their mouths danced together in a soft sensual tango, letting each other explore and taste one another.He pulled back from her mouth as she licked her lips, her eyes slowly opening as she looked within those deep grey pupils.He brought her back to reality, her mind once again her's, she felt his chest pressing against hers each time it rose high, he pushed it back down with his own breath.He was controling almost every aspect of her in his own little ways, she could feel it but not stop it.


His eyes held a fire within them, almosr an animalistic look, like a feral dog gone wild, it cause her to feel that fear within, not knowing if she was just seeing that for her own fear of what was coming next, or if it was really there within those windows to the deoth of his soul.her breaths began to quicken, perhaps she was hyperventilating at the moment, or panicing not sure of anything right now.Clariassa's eyes coukldn't leave his as much as she wanted to turn her face and close her eyes, hoping that every fearful feeling within would just diasapate from her mind,his hands began to roam more of her curvacous body under him, as her throat felt dry when she swallowed hard.


Clarissa felt the cool air mixed with his own breasts upon her breasts, she felt her pink nipples harden as the sensation sent a chill through her body.She wasn't fighting him, she felt her dress moving down her body, exposing more and more of her creamy virginal flesh to him, a man she had just met tonight.Her body pressed up against his own, this time it wasn't onlt her chest rising from suckling in a breath, but her hips responding to his touches along her stomach, her sides, the excitment she was feeling as he stripped her slowly to the waist. Clarissa's hands went up to his face, as she cupped his cheeks, her fingertips and thumbs caressing his skin, she moved both thrums to his lips and ran over them, her eyes dancing back and forth yet never leaving his.


His face moved to her's once again their eyes never closing as they kised, her hands moved along his throat as his once did hers.Her fingers slipped along the nape of his neck as the pads of her thumbs caressed that dish at the base of his neck, their breaths swirled into one as they breathed for each other, as well as from each other feeding of the toher in any way possible.she felt the dress bunchin up as she rose her hips like they were floating under her from the bed, her fingertips moved forth, finding that first button of his shirt, undoing it as she beacn to slip to the next one.Her legs parted as his body fell between them, he was pressing against her fully, as her nipples grazed the freshly bright white crips shirt which she was beginning to remove slowly from him.


His mouth seemed hungry to taste her's once more as she willingly returned the kisses of fire and passion.His body moved back to what seemed to be it's rightful place as his hands removed her silken wet dress.hwer legs parted fully, as they wrapped around his slimming waist, she felt his hardness pressing to her sex, the heat building between them, the fire that was now ignited couldn't be outened. Clarissa wanted more and more, every little bit he gave she took, she craved and desired more.her feet locked beind him, she squeezed him between her creamy thighs, her fingers no longer had that access to his shirt, as she exposed part of his chest to her eyes.


She was pinned under him tightly, his body meshed with her's locked together almost as one.His hands roaming her soft pristine flesh, as she felt him cup her rounded cheeks that parted fully as her legs were widened.clarissa's mouth found his as her eyes closed, moaning and whimpering as he rocked himself against her. The bed srung her back against him, she needed to not move as everything around her seemed to know what to do, ever her own body as she rubbed her heated sex against the hardness that was conceiled within his pants.The moans released to his mouth, one lingering one after another as she gyrated her hips, wanting to press the outline of his manhood between her swollen netherlips hidden behind the wet silk covering.

 

[SparkyMan]

Victor rocked steadily against the young maiden pinned beneath his body. His hard stake slicing through the silk covered folds as they opened to his pressure, her petals parting to envelop the silk and coat it with her wetness. He could feel her gasps echo in his body as each new feeling shocked her senses, followed by the pleasant moans as she accepted each sensation with open arms. each kiss, each stab of her tongue into his mouth, signifying her acceptance of him, her acceptance of his attention, her acceptance of his ... love.

Her hands had undone enough buttons of his crisp shirt to loosen it on his heaving chest. Victor arched his back, lifting up off of Clarissa, just long enough to pull the shirt, tucked in his pants, free. He lifted it up over his head, tossing the white material off the bed till it landed among the sea of green silk already deposited there. His eyes continued to see the flames within her eyes, wondering if they merely mirrored the flames in his. He laid back down atop the naked beauty, pressing his bare, muscular chest against hers, the soft pillows mashing beneath his weight, the rock hard points, cutting into his chest.

His lips met hers again, comforting her, loving her. He wanted to take her body, in its entirety, to devour every inch of flesh. But he was afraid that it would be way too much for the young virgin to experience on her first occasion. He would open her eyes and her doors to all the other pleasures a body can experience at another time, for now it was time to begin the indoctrination, to start the process of her acceptance of him, and his initiation to her.

The two rolled and tossed about on the bed, Victor always remaining in control, always keeping Clarissa pinned either to him, or beneath him. Their hands began wandering and exploring, much in the same way their tongues had been doing the entire time. Fingers, touched, marked, and mapped every square inch of flesh, memorizing the intricate roadways that led to moans and twitches of pleasure.

Victor took the initiative and reached to the clamps at his waist, releasing the adjustable clamps which held his tux pants securely to his waist. Once undone, the pressure and the tossing allowed his pants to grow three sizes larger in the waist, hanging extremely loosely on him. It didn't take Victor too much effort to wriggle his hips in such a way to cause the hook to slip from the clasp in front, opening his pants to a small "v". A gentle tug on the material at his waist, and Victor was able to force the zipper to lower position of its own accord.

At some point during their wriggling and tossing, Clarissa had finally come to realize that Victor's pants no longer created a barrier between his sex and hers. The noticeable gasp as she held her breath, raised her chest, filling her lungs, all while Victor had wriggled and writhed his pants to his knees. He pulled his legs up and back down, effectively working the trousers to his ankles, finally kicking them clear of their tangled bodies.

All the writhing had managed to constantly weild his sword through her garden, slicing through her petals, her flower swallowing the silk panties, soaking them as wet as the bottom of her gown had been. Now his sword bounced freely beneath his striped boxers, before pressing against her one more time, this time feeling her wetness through the thin material of his shorts. Victor twitched as the wetness sepped into his shorts, enveloping his very sword in her honey.

They were one step closer to being as one, being together, with absolutely no barriers between them, to share in the pleasantries of carnal knowledge between two beings. Clarissa's legs once again, comfortably locked around his waist, a perfect fit, a natural position for her to be in, keeping his manhood exactly where she wanted it, where it made her feel good ... feel like a woman!

Another eternity had passed, minutes, or hours, they would never know. Victor pulled back one last time, this time, finally drinking in Clarissa's beauty, in its entirety, eyeing her naked flesh as a pleasant warm smile spread across his face. His hand reached down to her quivering waist, stretching towards that final barrier, that Clarissa knew was about to be discarded, leaving her totally open, and totally vulnerable to him. There was nothing she could do to stop him. It was not in her, for her body remembered, recalled, that it was the way it was supposed to be. He gripped the narrow band at her hips and slowly peeled the green silk from her hips, feeling his knuckles slide along the flesh of her curves. Her knees levitated just as her ass had earlier, seemingly encouraging him to continue, coming up towards her chest, making it easier for him to pull them over her knees and down over her narrow ankles.

He wanted to hold them to his nose, to sniff the intoxicating aroma that had drenched the silk. He wanted to put the materialin his mouth, to drink from the cloth, much like a man wandering the desert would drink his own sweat from a bandana. Those actions would be too perverse for Clarissa's young mind to understand at this point, so Victor reluctantly, floated the meager panties to the floor with the rest of their clothing.

One last final barrier, Victor opted not to wait any longer. He pulled his shorts down, watching Clarissa's eyes as she strained her neck to view that wonderful muscle that would transform her from a fair young maiden, to a beautiful young woman. She gasped, looking at the length and girth of his manhood as it sprang free, finally void of any barriers, open for all to see.

Now totally naked, the two neighbors embraced, no more clothing between them, no more barriers to stop the inevitable progress as it continued to develop. They were now one as they clung to each other's flesh, longing for that final step to become one in soul. His naked rod lay perfectly between her parted petals as he once more lay atop of her, comforting her nervousness with his kisses. Her legs were once more locked around him, pulling him close, keeping his sword buried between her open patch. Their heated mouths sealed upon one another again, each giving the other the much needed oxygen they craved, their hearts pounding deafening drums against each other. Her wetness coating his spear, more and more with each and every gentle rocking of their hips, always as one.

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Clarissa felt her wet silk panties move between her swollen petals, feeling them part like the red sea did for Moses. Her hips rocked against his own, when he pressed up she could feel her body move up the bed, yet she came back to him again, to feel his hardness growing quickly as she groaned out. Clarissa's head moved from side to side, her hands moved along Victors back as her long manifured nails raked around it, from shoulder down along his spine and back up again, only to repeat the same pattern as her hips ground hard to his. She found his mouth with her own, as his tongue found her's dancing, and swirling about, tasting each other continously.Her head like her body moved, she couldn't hold herself still for long.


Her eyes followed his body as he moved back from upon her, she grasped a few deeper breaths while he wasn't upon her. Her big blue hues watched his chest appear as his shirt removed, his flesh was warm as she reached out and ran her fingertips upon his chest, her nail tips draggin lightly down it , as well as the pads of her fingertips.She watched him slowly again fall upon her covering her like a flesh ground covering , slowly his warmth moved along hers till his breath was once again upon her face.His chest pressed against her own, her nipples pressed into his defined peckjs as she gasped.This time it wasn't from the weight upon her, but the sensitivity her twin pink taunt nipples felt against them.She licked her lips, in hunger as well as dryness, her hips pressed up to his, his pressing back as he took his place again between her legs, as her feet tightened bringing him closer to her.


Their lips brushed softly, till they parted once again. This time her head turning and twisting to feed from him, to lock his lips to her and hers to his.Clarissa found heraslef laying upon him as he turned them over, this time he sunk within the softness of his bed, yet he held her close, always holding that control in his hands.All four hands traveling in the darkness , feeling along eaches bodies, that unchartered territory being discovered.


Victor rolled her back over once more, as she felt his body pressing to her's as she lifted to meet his, her feet locking tighter than before as she pulled him forth, feeling his manhood against her once again, as she rubbed her hips to his and gasped out.Clarissa felt the heat within as they grinded together, wanting more, her fire buring hot within as she looked to his eyes, he should have seen that look of lust and hunger looking back at him. Her moans were soft and lingering but her breaths became choppy now, as she pressed her breasts to his chest, sliding her body down his and closing those eyes behind their homes as she whimpered out, licking her lips.


She watched as he began to undress shedding his pants, this time, leaving his boxers.She laid her head to the side, closing her eyes, next thing she felt was his weight once more upon her as he pressed his hardness against between her swollem lips, her lips parted as she moaned out, feeling the silk showed between her lips the gush of warmth pressing out wetting his boxers from her excitment, her hips pressed up to him and grinded, lost in her own emotions, as she humped against him.Her body moving once again upon it's own accord. Turning her head as he pulled back, she eyed him up, then down, watching every single move he had made.


His hands maneuvered her think silk panties down, as she felt them removed from between her lower netherlips, she gasped and grianed out as he kep toying with her in his own ways. Feeling her hips raise as they slipped won her rounded ass, along her thighs, till they were about her ankles as she pulled her feet back, when she did, her lips parted below, giving Victor a clear shot of her pink glistening insides.He eyes met his and stayed there till she felt his cock pring out and the head thump against her wetness, her eyes dropped as she seen the large size of his manhood.


Clarissa swallowed hard as fear set back within her once again, her nervousness showing as she felt suddently embarassed. She swallowed hard as she felt his cock head slip between her legs, between those puffed duel lipos that willingly opened for him, laying out on each side against like the red sea had parted, and he was the one to walk thru the gateway.


His mouth covered hers as she sighed softly into it, letting him press his hips hard to her own, letting him ease himself within her depth, as she left her mind feel him, feeling the way he felt to be almost in her, her hips wanted to buck up hard, and bury him in one way, the other way she wanted him to do that first bit of work, confused as she was those enotions in a whirlwind as she moaned to his mouth, she wanted to yell to him to just take her, and get it done with, let her feel what it was like to be made into a woman.

 

[SparkyMan]

Victor was awash with Clarissa, both emotionally and physically. He was lost in her world, her fiery eyes, burning with the passion and lust that fueled a thousand homes in the dead of winter. He was enveloped by her womanly petals, her morning dew moisture coating his bare sword as it glided along the whetting stone.

The time had come. This was the moment, the true beginning of the initiation. The indoctrination of Clarissa into Victor's world. This was the beginning of when Clarissa would begin to see his world, his life, and accept him for who he was.

Victor humped slowly along Clarissa's body, feeling her desire, feeling her need to be taken, to be educated, to be shown how to make love to a true man. He could tell she didn't want to wait any longer, that she too wanted to be made a woman, that she wanted *Him* to be the one to make her a woman. He pulld back, his hips leaving a gap between the two as he gazed into her wide eyes.

Again, no words were spoken, but he looked as if to ask, "Are you sure?" Her eyes screamed loudly to him, "Take me ... Do it ... Yes ... Go ahead!" The inferno roaring loudly in her eyes, a glint of the devil, dancing amongst the flames. Victor's sword was swaying lewdly between them. He reached down and grabed the base, steadying the heavy weapon, guiding the tip ti her parted petals.

Up and down along the wet glistening interior, he ran the tip, wetting it with her drops of moisture, coating it with her very own excitement, feeling her sharp intakes of breath as she held each one, wondering if that pass would be the one ... the one where he pushed forward ... the one where he slipped his sharp blade through her interior ... the one where he would cut her open and make her bleed.

The eternity had come and gone, time lost to the sands running through the endless hourglass. Victor positioned the bulbous head at the soft fleshy core, almost openig to accept him, almost sucking him into her. He eased his weight onto her, the head pushing, pushing into the doors, pushing them open, making them open like a castle's large oak doors would open ... slow, but definitely wide enough to let a large battering ram through. The rounded tip pressed into the wet tunnel as Clarissa held her breath, gripping onto Victor as she clenched. The inevitable had arrived, he was pushing into her.

She opened up to him, stretching, his mushroom, wedging its way past those first set of lips, that first barrier, and onto the second. The inner ring was opening up to allow him into the inner sanctum. His bull nose tip was inside as it pressed forward, stretching her more open with each fracion of an inch. Then a sudden snap, a clenching of the ring around the ridged base of his crown. He was in ... the first part ... Clarissa biting into his neck, trying to stave off her cries as the initial pain subsided, stretched open, painfully so, but accommodating, fitting him perfectly.

The two remained there, unmoving, still, not a twitch, each getting used to the feel of the other. Victor waited for Clarissa, waited for her to show she was ready ... ready for more. It was a few minutes before Clarissa rolled her hips, a sign, a signal to Victor that she was ready to continue, to push forward, to have him fully into her.

He slid forward, only a fraction of an inch, but it felt like a mile long path traveled, before pulling back. Her tightness squeezed him, her wetness, easing the journey. Again, a little deeper, retreating back to the safe cofort just inside the clamped inner ring. This was it! This was the beginning of the loving sensation that Victor would enjoy for eternity, the loving sensation he had waited an eternity for. In and out he continued, meeting each of Clarissa' gentle rolling motions, working with her, to put his sword as deep as possible in her sheath.

The smooth feeling was incredible, her wetness, an abundant river flowing uncontrollably. Then he hit the wall. The barrier they both knew all about. The bump in the road that needed to be removed ... the apple core that needed to be split ... the ripe cherry that needed to be taken. He was there. Victor knew that this final obstacle needed to be hurdled, needed to be overcome for Clarissa to fully enjoy him, and for he to fully enjoy her. He held his breath, his muscle stiff, his sword sharp, and pressed onward, his weight heavy upon the handle, forcing beyond that wall, slowly, but with determined force.

Clarissa's body was stiff, her eyes wide with fear, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her hips pressing back towards him, both of them determined to work together to break down that wall, to open the passageway, the highway to internal bliss. A long loud grunt followed by a slow long measured exhale of breath and Victor was through, his bulbous head swimming in a sea of wetness while a noticeable trail of her warm blood trickled along his shaft and oozed beyond the seal to travel down his tight sac and in the valley between her cheeks, to ultimately stain the crisp clean white sheets beneath them.

Tears in her eyes, yet she did not cry, Clarissa rolled her hips upwards, bringing him closer, deeper yet, filling her, stretching her, making her whole, making her one ... one with him ... one with Victor. His weight falling more and more heavy upon her, until finally he was in her ... fully ... all the way in ... stretching her, her tightness so enticing and exhilarating, it fueled his desire and hunger for her. He lay there unmoving, waiting once again ... waiting for Clarissa ... waiting for her sign that everything was all right ... waiting for her body to remember ... waiting for her body to control her actions from this point forward.

Clarissa responded ...