Shadows of Faith ( Closed except for FurryFury and Hush Silenstar )

[Mydnight]

Wind and rain pelted the stone and marble of the old and forgotten remnants of a graveyard so long ago forgotten that even the dampening winds and vegetation had almost escaped its notice. The cascading darkness seemed to swirl in a never ending attempt to let whatever lay here remain forgotten, almost as if it truly meant to death of millions should the truth actually be seen. Rugged plant life had all but swallowed the broken stone works and tapestries. An intricate networking of vines and moss has corroded all but the newest of additions, and even those markings were some several hundred years old.

It was within this revenue of decay and rot that two people, victims of their own lusts and greed slowly brought themselves into this old cemetery to try and find what others had not ever remembered being there. But these two were different. They knew the truth behind the lies of history. They knew the horrors even nightmares were frightened by. And they wanted that power, no matter how hard they would fall from it.

"Are you certain this is where the marker is supposed to be, Marcus?" It was a female voice barely audible above the clapping thunders and extreme streaks of brilliant lightning. Her frame was small and petite. Short, red hair whisked around and whipped along her glasses, leaving streaks of rain over the lenses. Her left eye was pierced as was her bottom lip and tongue. There was a spiraling tattoo over her neck and a shredded tank top that barely covered her youthful looking breast line. Her mid-drift showed a pierced navel and tattoos that seemed to go from her stomach down along her v-line and lower still. The rest was hidden beneath a leather skirt buckled with silver. Her thin arms held a shovel that was constantly digging within the soft yet unyielding trench of gray earth. Her muscles ached yet her dark green eyes glistened with anticipation as she continued to sift through the rotten ground.

"According to the text we found in the old Gaalish province, 'he was moved to an area guarded by angels who were lost. The ground bathed in his blood never to grow the fruit of the land until the light no longer finds him. His own words shall release him and those that speak them shall live forever.' This old cemetery was founded long before Columbus discovered America and was forgotten by the druids who left him here. It's even said that this place was considered unholy by even the most feared of witchdoctors and Houdon practitioners. This has to be the place. Even though vines grow here, there are never any other plants alive. Not even grass or weeds. So, it has to be here Klarise." The man's voice was not much louder than hers as thunder crackled above them as if warning them not to go further with their search. His frame was barely covered by a drenched, ebony wife beater T-shirt and black shorts beneath. His pale skin was unmarked but he wore several silver trinkets about his neck. Long and stringy locks of reddish black adorned his head and spiraled a bit beneath the rain's torrential downpour.

Klarise looked back as she felt the shovel she had striking something hard underneath the writhing mass of earth. Worms, wretch and insects of all kinds thickened the ground and tried to keep the ancient stone sarcophagus hidden in a ridiculously futile effort beneath these two people's onslaught. Her thin lips curled and looked up to her counterpart as he smiled down at her with renewed need. "Seems we found it, Marcus. Rasputin's notes were right."

The legends of the mad monk soon went crashing through the young man's mind. About how the monk used the forbidden and seductive religion of Cliqueism to try and revive the ancient evil only to be consumed by the residue of its spirit. Even that small amount of released power was enough to give the mad monk prowess enough to nearly fell all of Russia and in the end did not die from being shot, stabbed, poisoned and drowned. It took decapitation, and still the legends of the mad monk echo out today, giving wake to his true immortality.

Marcus soon awoke from the memory with a smirk and slowly turned to the side of the deep hole they had dug to get the pick axe and the crow bars. Soon, they knew what he had within the rain-coated backpack would have to be read, and then the real tests of the legends would begin anew.

A crinkling crack and breaking stone soon sounded off even more boisterous than the sound of the lightning above. A hiss of aid blew from the sealed compartment, along with the stench of hundreds of years of rot and rancid decay. All at once, broken stone erupted before them, cutting parts of their arms with debris. Beneath what they had uncovered was almost frightening enough to make devil's dance. They never knew that the stone top held a seal against evil, they never realized that it was never to be opened. Nor would they have cared. Their thirst for power was so damning that nothing, or no one would have been able to satiate it.

Beneath the rubble as they removed it was a rather startling image. A bubbling mass of flesh seemed to be remarkably preserved even as the air had struck it and caused it to show its deterioration more. No bones were showing through the still somewhat wet muscle tissue and it looked as if the corpse still was alive. The two people almost looked upon the thing with shock as they tried to let realization strike them. There was no way this should happen. The corpse was at least one thousand years old and it still remained wet and pliable. This was impossible, and yet there it was before them as rain and lightning belted above them.

Klarise was elated. She knew what this meant. Marcus began to have second thoughts and tried to back away. Fear and self preservation was enough to make his mind snap to the reality that this was indeed evil and should they go through with it that the both of them were not to be powerful, but dead and damned.

Klarise caught his hesitance and shook her head. "No you don't, Marcus. We have come too far to turn back now. All of the studying over the past five years, the translations, the items we had to destroy, sacrifices and those damned sexual rites I had to do with those animals and your skinny ass. I have come too far not to do this. I deserve this. You deserve this. And if you don't do this, then I will kill your scrawny butt. You got it? Huh?"

Marcus' eyes did not even register her words as he crawled feverishly out of the hole they had dug. She did not have time to react otherwise. If Marcus would have left and told someone, then they both would be in jail. That, and all of her dreams would be shattered, and she had been through far too much to allow that to happen at all.

With a sudden swing, Marcus felt a stinging pain against his head. He looked down at his partner in time to see the second strike of the shovel against his head smack him between the eyes. Darkness took complete hold of him then. He did not feel what came next. He was not conscious when she took the sharp end of the shovel and removed his head. Blood splattered upon her face as she shivered from the knowledge of what she had done, and the revelry of not caring because of what she was about to do.

As she turned back to the meaty corpse, she shoved Marcus aside and removed the remnants of rotted clothing and debris from the decayed creature. She then looked on in awe as she saw the still intact erection it had there. She smirked and gripped the book bag and took out the leather-bound notebook they had stolen from the Russian museum of the occult earlier in the year. She then removed her clothing and slid herself upon the corpse, her shaven folds between her legs accepting the corpse's erection into her. As she felt the girth enter her, she adjusted herself and placed the ancient text on the chest of the decayed being, and began to read its last words in hopes to have what she wanted to happen become real ...

 

[Mydnight]

The Words Now Spoken

"I have no regrets. Nor do I make apologies for what I am or what I have done. My sins have set me free, and I anticipate the coming dawn as the beginning of a new, eternal journey.

The pain in my legs keeps me awake. Wrapped in darkness, settled only by a paltry flame and my own furious thoughts, I cannot rest. A greater pain lies in store for me, I know, and the thought of it makes me both tremulous and aroused. I have learned to love pain, you see, to crave the wash of humors like a lover's touch. Thus, to torture me is to ensex me; to condemn me to eternal flames is to hand me over to eternal bliss. For now, trapped in my mortal cell, I cannot rest for the thunder in my broken limbs. Only the thoughts that swarm about my mind like hornets offer me release.

Clever boys! You have left me my hands, and ink and paper, too. For that courtesy, I assume you await confessions. Lists of names, perhaps, of those who joined me on my moonlit revels? Of those properties you can add to your church's rolls? Of those whose unholy suggestions singed my ears to brimstone promises and tempted me, like some quivering virgin, to spread my soul like a harlot's legs and let the Devil in? I'm afraid you will be disappointed, my kind and dour keepers. If you expect a testament of denunciations you must look to other men. I, you see, am far too proud of my depredations to share credit with the innocent. Pride may be a sin, but it is most delicious on one's tongue.

I know the true reason I must burn, you see. I know the fear that drives you through your corridors like children under the lash, goading you to burn folk rich and poor alike. Your god is like a drunken father whose rage demands your cowardice. But I, whom you curse with demonism, have freed myself from fear. I will not cringe from your god's polluted pages, his scriptures of lies or his maze of terrors. I have looked into your eyes while I dangled in your chains, and I saw men whose every waking breath is a prelude to damnation. Each day, the Hellmouth gapes wider still. And it waits for you, waits for the inevitable feast when your tired, pious souls join the caravan of all flesh and stumble into its restless, hungry jaws. To blunt its teeth, you hang your halls with broken wood and chant a profanation to a gilded king - as if such toys could save you from his wrath! But you obey a specter of a fading illumination, and bend your knees to men whose tables crawl with pestilence and whores. I know: I have joined their revels, procured their slatterns, and laughed to watch their seed tossed on demons' tongues. Such a rich joke, to sate the lust of priests with succubae, don't you agree? And one richer still to see one's own tormentors bow to devil-slatted patriarchs, awaiting their instructions in the litany of god.

I have seen the wormwood you adore. Seen it with my own eyes. Drunk it for my wine. And I scorn it- and you - with full hilarity. When I soon reach Hell, Satan and I shall share a laugh together as he dips my soul in pitch and lights it all ablaze. When my laughter turns to screams, those peals shall mock you even then, like the ghosts of fading bells. I, at least, am honest in my sins. They have made me a freer man.

By the candle's light, I can see trickles of man-sap oozing from my bandages. If I were to rip the rags from my legs, would those stinking humors pour free like summer floods? Or would they creep like spoiled cow's milk across the mangy straw of this, my final prison? I rather like the thought; to sanctify this place with the juice of my own wounds. Even now, Beelzebub' handmaids lap nourishment from my groaning limbs. Another man might wave them off, but to me their buzzing is like a canticle. Each drop of corruption or blood upon her legs is a bit of me that will survive in this world. Each fragment of my flesh that flies away will sink in maggot's mealy mouths. Each fly that lands upon my legs is a testament to my immortality. And so, I stretch my legs until the bindings crack and new blood moves black in the candlelight. I want Beelzebub's children to dine tonight, for I will have nothing more for them tomorrow.

but you? Ah, you will fatten them for a millennium! In these halls of pain, so very far from your "father's" sight, you have made a Hell on Earth and peopled it with innocents. I can see their eyes in other cells; they huddle at the edge of my sight and look away when I glance in their direction. Bound in iron shackles, I still inspire fear, you see. But you kindle greater fears than I, and terror is the Devil's bread. At mass, you crack the flesh of Christ, but here you bake the souls of men and serve them at the Devil's feast.

Delicious! I am bound by irons, you by irony.

But come! Let us explore my sins. The candle is beginning to gutter now, and you would be disappointed if I failed to furnish your pornographies. I can see you now, you know, hands beneath your cassocks as you read these confessions. The church's walls are cold, but you warm them with your lusts. Could this be, I wonder, why women so often feel your flames? Why each shaved and battered girl is interrogated past excruciation? Why you slaver openly at each imagined sin? Of course! Feigned chastity has poisoned your loins until only blood will free them. the blood of innocent. The ashes of the just. The agonies of tortured girls. And I'm the one you call Infernal!

But - to the list! My light will not last longer!

( T'would be a grander jest, I think, to leave you with blank pages and let you suffer your frustrations. But I am a kindly devil, and wish to reward your hospitality. )

What bred my taste for brimstone? Was I born on a tempestuous night? No. Was I carried from the skies by a great horned owl, or birthed with a caulk wrapped 'round my head? Quite not. My birth, I'm told, was ordinary. My mother survived to raise five children, most of exceeding piety. Perhaps I was the one bad see, the scapegoat for our tribe. As we all know, a righteous man breeds secret sins. Those suborned demons may have come to me at night and played with me as I dreamed, but if they did I cannot recall it.

I do recall the kitten, though. It belonged to a wash-maid in my father's service. He, being a kindly master, permitted such luxuries among his slaves. The girl was sweet faced and supple, a fine and coltish wench with the softness of youth. I'd often seen her glance in my direction, but with the wisdom of the servant-born, she knew that to regard me with anything but distant awe was to court disaster and disgrace. Unlike my feeble play-friends, who sported their family wenches until the wretched things had to be sent away with bastard-bellies, I watched this soft doe from afar. Upon occasion, I saw fit to gift her with a word or touch that bestowed some slight haze of affection, as if I were some fine but distant friend. I even feigned affection for her kitten, a rattled mass of brindlefur that brazed and spat whenever I came near. The animals know us, my keepers! They see the spark of Hell flame kindled in our breasts. This tiny thing saw my destiny far better than I myself did at the time.

And so, on a bitter, windswept night, I doused it with water while it hunted rats in the courtyard. By the time it attained its mistress' need, my first victim had fairly frozen stiff. It died soon thereafter. When the girl attended her chores the next day, her eyes were red and vacant. A few soft words of empty kindness brought her to my bed without hesitation. From the wetness of her nether-parts and the blood that flowed from them I learned why wolves smile in the night.

You see, as the water fell upon the cat, as the warmth of her mistress spread itself across my bitter skin the Lex Praedatorius screamed itself into my skull. This world, you see, is filled with claws and bellies, with those who hold the blade and those who turn their throats to its edge. Until that night, I had felt apart from my own kind, cold as a fortress but with a furnace within. That furnace leapt into a blaze when I embraced the blade of cruelty. Such wonders I beheld then! Such powers as would make gods tremble on their thrones! Compared to them, the trickling plays of men are naught byt shadows. In the darkness, I licked the soiled virgin's blood from her trembling mound. It tasted honey-sweet.

To catalogue my sins from that night forwards would take more parchment and light than I have at my disposal. Suffice to say they led me to my patron's door. By the time I attained the book of summoning - the Codex Lecentia, if you must know - my soul had already blackened like a baker's oven. No sea of vitae sanctus could have washed my soul clean by that time. Nor would I have wanted it to. I had finally found my joy! Before your kind ministrations, I was, as you know, quite handsome and well spoken. After I unlocked my heart and the wash-maiden's virtue, those faculties placed a ladder from my soul to Hell's courtyard. The night that nameless slave crawled into my bed for comfort, I began to use that ladder. The climb was long, but I enjoyed it fully.

It would be argued that my wide, frail and sickly thing she was, had been minister to my obscenities. It has been said she was too learn'd and independent to be a good Christian woman - that she was, in fact, a witch snatched back to Hell by death. You yourselves believed as much, and denied her Christian burial when her body was discovered! But no, I cannot credit her with the treasures I alone procured. She was, by no means, a partaker in the esoteric Arts, although she was, I must confess, a most willing guide to the pleasures of the flesh! In her father's own bedcheamber, we connived to meet, unwitnessed and in all carnal splendors, many times before our engagement. At other times, we rutted in his barm like beasts, marking hours by the tickle scratch of hay and the spasms of lusts satisfied again and again and again. But while my Katherina led me like a succubus into Lilith's garden of delights in the days before our wedding, she shrank from such discourse once it became her duty, not her pleasure. Once she had produced our sons, her lust, like shriveled flowers, dried and fell away, leaving only a dry stalk and dist as memories. And so, if I sought pleasures from ale-maids and courtesans, can I be truly blamed? And if I milked those willing cattle with increasing cruelty, can any man say I was not just? And if I kindled a hatred in my heart for that dry temptress who now occupied my bed - a hatred that grew to titanic proportions - can it not be said she laid new seeds for my damnation in her own barren sex?

But no, I will not admit such guidance to my fate. You see, it was my decision that led me to the Devil's banquet. Mine alone. And in making that decision, I threw aside all my helpmates, manners, apprentices and rules. I became my own man . And for that, I will not apologize. I will not share my sins. The decision to open that final door marked me as a free soul, and for that distinction I would endure 10,000 bonfires kindled all for me.

On one night, I called out to the Lords of Misrule and preached out onto those misbegotten souls who dared wish for the power I was procuring. As they reveled and writhed in a beast like lust, I slit their throats and called out for my patron to come. She came to me, my blessed goddess Hecate, and she birthed my sins in her lusts and we did write within the mass of rotting flesh that eve. And oh, did we writhe within her godly vessels and bathed in that blood and viscera of those who dared to be something other than the sheep that they were.

When I awoke that morning, the forest area was bare. The tempest had swept all things away. The only light came from five black candles that I had used to hold ill fate away. Devil I may be, ignorant I am not. One does not make contact with devils and not be prepared, less one has some omen of doom over their souls always.

What I saw next did give me a smile that bid me burst into a hellish laughter. A soft mew escaped behind me as my familiar came to me. The little thing was the very image of the hand-maiden's little cat. It was then that I knew that devils loved their humor and had delivered it upon me.

Have you enjoyed my books? I understand you churchmen hoard such grimoires, counting them as tokens taken from the Devil's hands. Perhaps you think that by perusing my books you might learn hot to stop my Infernal kind? I like to envision you reading my secrets after nightfall, all naked in your cells and living out my sins vicariously as you scan their pale reflections in my tomes. Are you so sure in your faith that you would dare keep my volumes of forbidden lore? Or perhaps you fear that if you did burn them, the ashes would return to me?

You are right to be afraid.

My books, The Second Key of Ablermerch, the Black Book of Many, The Codex Licentia, The most powerful being the Nox Arcanum and the Six Seals of Ganzir would have been of much more time to speak of, but I let you figure their mysteries on your own. Perhaps you will be swallowed by such hungers, perhaps not.

Such wealth I leave to you! Such treasures for the vaults of Rome! Guard well these books, my faithful keepers and let no man see you reading them. You will read them too. I know you will.

I take my leave of thee at last. The candle's flame is at an end and my parchment is fair exhausted. From the crucible of ruin, I forsake my tears. As I said, I have no apologies to give. Come morning, you will find me gone. No stake for me, I assure you. As dark descends, I hear the soft fluttering of approaching wings.

Do you hear them, too? You shall.

My flesh is not for burning yet.

 

[Mydnight]

Awake The Darkness

The woman began to feel the pulse of life beneath her as she squirmed over the dead thing's corpse. As she rode him, the thin hands leaned up and gripped her hips firmly. Soon the wet flesh had begun to move and writhed, soon forming a smooth skin and handsome features as he moved within the woman. She was beginning to feel herself orgasm as she soon felt fire burn throughout her.

Her eyes never lost the thing beneath her. Soon the wet flesh turned to alabaster skin. Smooth and without a single flaw to it. An athletic form that was as lithe and serene as any swimsuit model ... male or female. Every contour, line and curve of his form seemed to head to the most intimate parts of him. His eyes remained closed, as if to revel in the sensation and soon ghostly white locks of the finest silk lined the man's head. The look of the man could not have been more than eighteen if a day, yet there was an obvious knowledge within the lines of his face that showed there was much more to him than anyone could imagine.

With a slow and tempestuous manner to him, his eyes shot open like the breath of life had been captured within a newborn's breast for the first time. A gasp of air inhaled deeply as those eyes ... those eerie and beautiful eyes locked with the murderous woman's gaze. She saw herself in those eyes, the color of which was a violet haze of glowing hues that mirrored the world better than the finest mirror. She could see clearly how she looked to those new yet ancient eyes. She also saw something else within the man's stare. Power. Uncontrolled, unadulterated power. The kind of power even gods would fear. And in that instant, she knew her fate.

She never had a chance to scream as she burst into flames and the man, now nude beneath her, erupted in a violent light and then stood before the smoldering ash as if a god newly arisen. He kept his eyes closed as he reached for a piece of black clothing upon the ground and wrapped it around his eyes. Soon, he stood up fully erect and looked about through those hidden eyes and continued to see if he could fathom the smells he now had within his palette.

"This is a new world, and I must partake of it. Let those here now know fear ... as I have awakened. But I just, I must find suitable attire and a guide. For soon, my vengeance will know no bounds ... and all will tremble at Mydnight's wake."

He looked at himself more, though his eyes were covered. A thin smirk came as rain exploded to wash away the soot, grime and wretch that had accumulated with him. And as he climbed from that deep hole, lightning struck several times at that small area, incinerating any trail of there ever being anyone or anything at, on or in the grave sight.

His nostrils flared as his thin, lovely lips curled into a smirk and he walked off on that wet earth, and with every step he took, insect vermin and wretch flowed from every footstep. It was as if he was the very thing of nightmare's nightmares ... and now he walked once again. Free to do as he pleases ... no matter that that may be.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Gabrielle Medrano

"Elle, turn that thing off, we're going out." The tall blonde girl's boisterous voice held command as well as care for her friend.

"Chris! I have a paper to write! I can't, maybe next week." The girl at the desk was the picture of collegiate life, in old sweatpants and a tank top, settled in for a night of analyzing Kant.

"My best friend will not spend her 19th birthday, which happens to fall on a Saturday night, if you didn't notice, writing a paper. You're the brilliant one, do it tomorrow. What is the very worst that can happen? Your final determines whether you get an A+ or just an A? Get dressed, in something nice. And when I say nice, I mean shows off your legs. Tina has a skirt you can borrow."

Gabrielle sighed, obediently shut off her laptop and went to her closet. A few minutes later her transformation was complete, even to Christa's exacting standards. She looked in the mirror and had to admit she looked good. Her Japanese heritage gave her long straight black hair, a slight elegant form, and an angelic child's face. Even though she was 5'6", and towered over her tiny mother, people often treated her like a lost child until she showed ID. Her eyes were a startling leaf green behind thick black lashes, that and her impossibly long legs were the mark of her father. Her outfit showed off her assets to perfection. Heels, a silver anklet and black leather skirt were all that got between her legs and the viewer. She felt a little thrill knowing that her red satin thong might actually be seen tonight, the skirt was so short. The halter top wasn't much better, it was a triangle of blood red silk that tied behind her neck and around her back. She couldn't wear a bra with it and while it only exposed her bellybutton and back, it felt like it exposed everything. The smooth fabric on her nipples made them harden, and it did nothing to hide that fact. A silver choaker, the jewel hanging from it scavanged from some of her mother's things, adorned her slim throat and Christa had swept her ass length midnight black hair into a deceptively simple twist, leaving her back and neck exposed.

"I still say we should sell pictures of you online, the fetishists would pay your way to grad school."

"If my father sees me like this, I won't make it to grad school."

"Don't worry, he wouldn't lower himself to going where we're going. Hanna can get us in to this club."

Elle's father was a large West Point graduate with traditional values. Elle had never been allowed to date, follow current fashions, or even participate in frivolous afterschool activities. That he had let her go to a co-educational school and live in the dorms (though he had insisted on her having a private room) was miraculous.

One cab ride later Elle found herself in a very dangerous part of town. The club looked to be a redecorated industrial warehouse, music and people pounding at the walls. She smiled in spite of herself. She loved the energy in the clubs, loved dancing until she could barely think. It was so...real, it made her feel alive like her careful plans of graduating in 2.5 years could never do.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, Elle?"
She flashed her best friend a 'you know better' look.
"Fine, water for the princess."
"I'll see if I can get a table, looks pretty packed though." she managed to find a table, snagging it as some others were leaving and claimed it until her friends joined her.
"I'll be on the floor if you need me."

"Happy birthday, Elle."

 

[FurryFury]

Miranda lay on the blanket she had brought. Her lover had left to go back to his adult life. She giggled. What a fucking fate.

Looking up from the trees she could make out a patch of sky dotted with the twinkle stars she used to wish on when she was young. That seemed like a lifetime ago to her. She reached up and scratched her little nose.

Every night she would wait for the first star to appear and make a wish. Then just to be safe she would make the same wish on every star as it appeared. She frowned. Yeah what a little dumb shit thing to do, and I spent hours doing it! What waste of time. Her wishes didn't seem to ever come true.

She reached her hand up and by a trick of perspective she could almost make it seem that she touched the brightest star or caressed the moon. Laying there for a long time with her skirts pulled up, her tan legs spread she began to feel the earth moving slowly rotating. A fresh smile graced her face making her dimple. Usually it seemed like the sky was moving around the earth but this was a more true feeling because she knew the earth was really the one rotating.

She shivered and sat up. Crossing her legs. Her hands going to her knee, over the smooth skin. She wondered if the man she had met up here loved her really. Miranda had a great need to be loved, a hunger that went deep. She was curious about sex. She wanted that but as she had been told to do she was saving herself for marriage. So this man, like so many others had the choice, to either respect her boundaries or do as they wished. He had respected they all had. She wanted sex but bottom line she was terrified of it. Terrified and fascinated at the same time, she could never say yes cause that would mean she was bad. She didn't want to be bad, didn't want to be, but if she had to be, she wanted, very much to be good.

Miranda sighed. She picked up the bottle of vintage wine and tipped it into her mouth. Only a few drops of the red liquid came to her. She picked up the sweetly sour, green grapes and packed them away in her picnic hamper, along with the French bread and Havarti cheese.

Reese had tasted her, made her wet but now he was driving back to his real world. She put her hand between her legs, wondering if she would see him again. She was older now eighteen. Perhaps Reese didn't like that. She loved his pale blue eyes. The wise crinkles around them that only a man nearly forty had.

She stood up and stretched. Her long torso was partially bare as she smoothed her pink and black crop top back over her small breasts. She hadn't wore a bra, the night air had kept her nipples tight. Her hand brushed over them, pinch them a little. "The most responsive nipples I've ever touched or sucked," he'd said. No Reese would have to see her again. Maybe she'd show up at his apartment one night and offer to lick him, anywhere he wanted. She laughed. Maybe he did love her a little. She was afraid to hope for that. Miranda couldn't help it though, hope was a dangerous thing she couldn't deny.

Her right hand went down to rub her moisture dripping down her right thigh. Nights like this, when no one knew where she was or what she was doing, that was what she lived for. She pulled up the blanket, shook it out and folded it, placing it in the picnic basket too. Then began hiking out to a main trail. So far she had never been caught. Learning to drive was the best thing that ever happened to her. It was simply freedom.

She was a little drunk. The night air felt humid. She could hear distant thunder to the west. She pulled her orange soda Bonnie Bell lip gloss from her purse and used it on her lips. Umm, that smell, that taste! Oops! She nearly tripped.

"Bad root!" She said out loud, then giggled. Maybe God was trying to tell she was a bad girl. Well he had it all wrong. She was a good girl. She just needed to be cared about, if not by herself then by somebody. Wanting love wasn't wrong was it? She pouted. No, it couldn't be. Who was she hurting anyway? Not the lonely, lovely older men she sucked in, surely. Not herself. Her parents and friends didn't know. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. What was the worst that could happen? That one of her men would rape or kill her? Sucks for me, she thought, but really, no worries. Everyone else was too busy for her it seemed. So she was sure they'd be just fine regardless.

She walked to her car, a little red box she called Scarlet. She climbed in and put in a CD. She put the picnic basket in the back seat. Then leaned against the steering wheel and took one last look at the sky while Staind played harshly in her ears.

Her body began to move to the thrash music and she began to sing along, a great deal more melodically than the lead singer to the song, Self Destruct.

Watch me suffer
You’ll feel better
Stick the needle in my vein
Lost my feelings with my dealing
Thoughts of only you remains

Fuck

Rip and tear
In my despair
Agonizing over shit
Feel the needle burn and tingle
My bad habits deal with it

Chorus:
Fuck
I will self destruct

My light has slowly faded
Broken and depredated
Suffocate in my sorrow
Maybe I'll die tomorrow
This riot that I've sited
Can't to you uninvited
Truth hurts when it’s in your face
Are you afraid of it?

She turned the key in the ignition making the song pause. That made her frown. She wondered if she was too drunk to drive. Time to test that. Her traditional test was to back up, if she didn't hit anything or get scared she figured she was good to go.

She backed up the turn off quite a ways. The music was now blasting at her and she joined it feeling rebellious and energized. Her baby fine blond hair got in her eyes and she pushed it back off of her face impatiently. She executed a three point turn and started out of the state park. She was on the highway a while before she realized she had forgotten to turn on the headlights.

"Fuck me with a spoon!" She said out loud. "How could I be so stupid?" She turned onto a state highway and had to stop at a damned red light. Looking over on the passenger seat she picked up the script of the new production her high school was doing. This would be her last high school production and she wanted it to be a big success. She had finally gotten that old Battle Axe of a director to do a fun one instead of all the damn dramas. She began to look over a song. Snapping off the cd player she sang the song.

Behind her an eighteen wheeler blue it's air horn. Shit! She had forgotten about the light! Where was her mind tonight? She turned red and drove through the yellow. She longingly looked at fast food restaurants but she didn't stop.

The rain started so she turned on her wipers. She had told her parents she was spending the night at Darcy's. Darcy was so lucky her Mom didn't care when she came or went. She picked up her big gulp Mountain Dew that she had gotten hours before. Well at least it didn't taste like pencils after sitting so long like Pepsi did.

She turned off onto a small two lane and sighed. Why was life so complicated? She just wanted to be loved. Miranda thought, her blue eyes misted. She just wanted to be alone. Why wouldn't everyone just leave her alone and let her do what she wanted. Her lips went into a pout. She only wanted to not exist. Life was so unfair. Most people thought she had it all. She was, they thought, smart, cute, and pretty much got along with everyone. That's what they thought because they didn't really know her. She always tried to be whatever other people wanted her to be. Hell she didn't know what she wanted. Her shoulders slumped.

She was nearly at Darcy's when she saw him. Some poor guy walking in the rain. "Never pick up hitch hikers." She heard her parents say. He wasn't really hitchhiking though, he was just walking. He looked in her direction and she felt an electric shock. Her foot eased down on the brake. Her wide eyes blinked at him. She looked like an animal shocked still. There was something about him that held her. Without conscious thought her index finger pushed the button lowering her window. The rain began to splash on her face but she didn't seem to feel it. Her mind was else where. Her eyes were still caught by his form, his power.

 

[Mydnight]

The Long Road To Decadence

The rain almost became the very picture of a downpour as the ghost-haired man continued his trek into this new world. His naked form barely seen through the torrents of water, yet the blind folded man seemed to move as if there were no real barricades to his sight. His stride was that of a spirit yet his smirk made him all too real. Sadistic to an extent. He would not be long in his waiting either, he knew this somehow. There was something ... someone coming, and he would use the being in ways he saw fit. It was his right to use ... and abuse. He was who he was, and no one would stop him.

The rain had acted as a cleansing river, washing the blood, viscera and rot away from his pale skin. His every feature now was flawless in his stance. Every line and contour seemed to lead the eye towards the very essence of his sexual prowess, long and slightly curved though only semi-erect. He was tall as well. Not ungodly so, but tall for the time he had came from. That meant nothing at the moment, however. This time period, whatever year it was, may have different customs and people.

He thought about that as he wandered and eventually found his footsteps cascading away from the natural earth he was familiar with to some hard surface. Poreous and cold. With a curiousity of this, he leaned down with a seemingly etherial grace and placed two long digits upon this surface. Parts of this road were cracked and linear while other parts seemed to be oily and slick, perhaps from the rain striking it. It had a bitter smell to it. It was a deep corruption of nature.

A thin and manevolent smirk came across his face of that thought. Corruption of nature. This made him envious. He had not been a part of this corruption, yet it was here. He would have to see more of this new world through his closed eyes. Much more.

When the roaring sound of metal and rubber struck his ears, he lifted to his feet in a sudden manner. There was something not at all natural about this thing either. It moved without horses and smelled of burning tar and lamp oils ... or something close to it. The lights of this creature's eyes burned through the rain and the creature seemed to hold a being captive. A young woman by her scent, and one whom had recently been in the throws of passion. Her femanine aroma was strong. She could not be more than sixteen to eighteen summers in age. This was perfect. He needed to gather strength as well know of this new world. Younger ones were always easier to tempt than older ones.

He stood still as the metal beast roared down into a gentle metalic purr and stopped before his naked form. There was a soft whirring sound and then a gentle voice filled with both angst and need. Charming, and yet hopeful as well. She was tormented. Had this beast done this to her or was she already determined that way before?

"I bid the greetings, fair maiden. Might I be so bold as to ask a favor of thee? I am lost and in need of ... sustanance. Prithee, would though please aid me in this? I would e'er be in thine dept."

His voice was melodic and alluring, almost as if it made love to the air and her ears at the same time. His smile was just as inviving as his left hand grazed down his flawless and athletic features to tease the semi-flaccid length between his legs as he waited to see who was in command here ... lady or beast. Even as he waited, strange music flared from the metal beast that echoed his intents ....

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

Ooooh
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out .....​

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The music at the club was pouring out of the speakers now. The intentions of the music were clear, as was the message, it was the same as the man whom was standing there ... waiting for his moment to strike out and make some woman do the same.

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress

And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out​

The party at this club was supposed to be something to make him forget about his past indiscretions. However, he knew he could not forget what had never left him to begin with. The tall, dark skinned man leaned back against the wall and looked at the writhing flesh of people dancing, imulating the very act of fucking like mad with their clothes on. He ran his large hand over his bald head, whiping away the beading sweat over his brow as he tilted his head to see what was about.

He had wanted this, to be teased to see if he was cured of his deviations, yet all he could think of was the massive erection between his legs, covered only by a pair of black fatigues that did little to hide the bulge there and how he wanted it to dive into the wettest and tightest hole he could possibely find.

That would be the hard part, finding a girl who would not only be willing but also be someone he could break in. Too many here would just as soon fuck for the hell of it but only on the terms that it be in private. That was not his style. No, Jarod was the kind who flaunted himself and whoever he wanted at the moment because he could.

His large, muscled arms folded across his open vest covered and chisled chest, somewhat flexing from need. No hair was apparent on him save his brows, lashes and a thin mustache and goatee. He had spiraling tattoos that began just underneath his right eye and seemed to move down his entire right side, even along that V shaped musculature that lead the eye to that bulging length beneath his pants. He wore dark boots with silver alining them and upon his neck was a tightly tied leather string with a silver penticle about it, strange runes circled a circle that encased the star.

His dark brown eyes looked along as some lighta passed over his dark, chocolate skin. An announcment that the former heavyweight champion came along and he instinctively raised his hand, smiling politely as people cheered and clapped. He hated adulation. He was no longer a boxer, but a respected archeologist. People around town however only saw the muscle bound bruiser he used to be.

It was then that he saw the rather lithe and barely covered girl attempting to get her groove on the dance floor. She was hardly covered, but she could move. Ebony locks and an asian background from the slant of her eyes and her skin. Each time she moved a bit, a red thong was shown. It tightly covered the little camel toe of her womanly delights. He smirked. This was what he had been looking for. A good little girl he could get into ... figuratively and literally.

He began to slide through the crowd of decadence and delight and as she turned, raising her arms into the air and sliding her eyes closed, he leaned behind her and spread his legs as he danced along with her, making certain she could feel his heavy cock sliding along her backside as he grinded against her. Brazenly, his hands flowed up her sides and brushed along her breasts as he began to move in a sinful unison with her. He could feel his prick swelling as he leaned his lips close to her ear and whispered in a husky voice, "Been waiting for someone like you. You like taking chances? I have a real chance of a lifetime for you ... if yer game."

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Gabrielle

"Elle, drink something before you go back out, I'm not carrying you home unconscious if you dehydrate and pass out!"

She had to admit the cold water felt good sliding down her hot throat. She loved dancing for the movement of it, the heat, the mindlessness, the bodies pressing against her and everyone moving together, the room beating like a giant heart, vital and pumping. She knew her friends came to drink, maybe find a random hook up, but she came for the music and the motion. Some guy rubbing a stiff cock into her backside was as close as she was willing to go, and most of them got that.

Tonight felt different, her skin flushed and tingling, her body flowing. God she wanted to be touched! She closed her eyes and let the crowd press close to her, stretching up and not caring that her already short skirt was riding up on her small ass.

A body pressed to hers - blood heat like fire scorthing into her hungry skin, she pressed back, matching skin to skin, muscle to muscle, motion to motion. Cock, thick and hard, forced into her flesh, seperated by bare layers of cloth. His big hands claimed her ribs, grazing her pert breasts enough to make her want more. His voice growled in her ear, the sound rumbling up her spine as his breath teased her neck.

"Been waiting for someone like you. You like taking chances? I have a real chance of a lifetime for you ... if yer game."

Nothing could hurt her tonight, she felt like she was flying. She placed her small pale hands over his large ones and pressed his fingers inward, over her breasts, her nipples hardening under his palms as she dropped her head back. She reached her hands back to caress his head, her body moving against his with all the primal grace of a tiger. She let her head rest against his body, her hair drifting over his skin, her eyes still closed as she smiled. "Tell you what, I'll give you tonight, but I have to go back to my real life in the morning. It's my birthday, so I'm taking the night off."

Across the floor her friends noticed the uncharacteristic behavior.... and the object of that behavior.

"Christ Hannah, what did you put in her water?"
"Just a little birthday present to make sure she enjoyed the evening, lucky girl, look who she's enjoying it with."
"She needed to let loose a little, it'll be good for her."
"As long as her dad doesn't find out."
"How much trouble ca she get into on a dance floor, she's right there, having a blast and all of us can keep an eye on here."
"Okay, who's getting the next round?"

She tugged his fingers lower, her body begging him to caress her stomach and her hips, grinding on his cock with every undulation of her lithe body.

 

[FurryFury]

"Dude, I don't know what you are talking there but it sure is pretty." Miranda says her voice sounding kind of dreamy. "Like Shakespeare sorta isn't it? You must be into drama too!"

"So you want a ride? Um you totally need some clothes but I don't have anything that would fit a big hottie like you. Not that I'm complaining." She rambled on, turning red.

"Wait I know! I have a picnic blanket! I'll get it!" She got out, opened the trunk, got the blanket and hands it to him. Luckily no one drove up and smashed into her idling car while she where she had it, in the middle of the road.

"Gosh like you must be getting mighty wet. Here get in. Normally I don't pick people up but I could tell you needed help and were a nice guy so..." She seemed to get confused or distracted. She opened the door to the passenger side. Miranda moved her script, notebooks, cd holder, purse, and some fast food wrappers to the back seat. Then waited for him to get in. She walked around the car and got back in.

"So, um, like, where to? Were you in a accident? Do you need to use my cell? We could call the cops and let them know. Was anyone else involved?" She asked. On her rearview mirror hung a number of curious objects. A large white feather on a suede string, a brilliant tear drop shaped crystal on a black silk string and a white and blue lacy garter. She looked at him and smiled, her face looked concerned and sweet. She turned down the music with an apologetic expression. She seemed to remember something then look aghast.

"Oh my name is Miranda Ashlin! I should have said before. I don't know what got into me! What's yours?" She asks.

 

[Mydnight]

All The Pieces Fit

Jarod enjoyed the eagerness of this little vixen that grinded against him, letting it all hang out and be displayed on the dance floor. He didn't even know her name, nor did he care to at the moment. She was willing and wanting, and her eyes showed a furious hunger that matched his own. Did she know what she had invited him to do to her on that writhing mass of a dance floor? Did she care? Either way, Jarod knew an invitation when he had one, and he was not about to lose the chance to enjoy her as much as he could.

As her hands caused his own to careen up and down her body, he took patient care to explore every youthful curve she had. Her breasts firm beneath his touch, her nipples like hardened pieces of candy waiting to be devoured. As her ass gripped and danced along his covered cock, he smirked while moving with her, mimicing the sinful acts he was about to come into.

He made his move in one motion, slowly slipping his hands down to catch the lining of her top and removing it to explose those luscious round mounds, eagerly manipulating them as he leaned his head down to let his lips part, nibbling playfully at her lobe as she gripped his head and reacted in kind to what he was doing.

A thin smirk moved along his lips as he heard some shocked gasps coming from some in the crowd, yet it did not deter him. Instead, it more egged him to go further. Much further. He soon moved his hands beneath her short skirt to take a grip at the sides of her thong underwear, and in a show of strength and determination, he ripped them away, exposing her charming rear and enticing slit to all who looked. His right hand slid fingertips down her front and soon touched her clit as he continued to hump against her during the musical show.

He leaned his lips down more, suckling her earlobe as he fondled a breast and teased her little throbbing bud, thrusting himself against her as if he were already taking her right then and there. He then whispered along her ear once more and at the same time pulled lightly at her pussy lips, teasing them as his middle finger threatened to push into her slippery folds.

"Your birthday, eh? Then I think I need to give you a present. Here, come on and open your package. I think its something you'll love."

With a quick jerk, he turned her around to face him, her lips so close to him that he could smell her sweet breath fully against his nostrils. He then leaned his hands down to grip her wrists before leading them along his taut form, slowly trailing them down his firm chest and stomach until her hands rested on the fasten of his pants. He then leaned his hands away long enough to grip her ass cheeks and make them squirm beneath his touch while he looked hard into her eyes.

"I think your lips are easily the best I have seen in a while. I wonder what they would look like with a cock moving in and out of them. Care to satisfy my curiosity?"

Jarod's face became even closer to hers as his tongue snaked out to taste her lips, filling his sences with her essence. The smell of her sweat touched him and caused his balls to fill with cum as he pulled her and fingered her body, trailing a sinful touch along the crevice of her rear as he waited to see just how brave she was in the midst of the prying eyes of the crowd.

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His etherially white hait clung to his body like tendrils of ghostly fingers cascading along his flawless features. There was nothing to denote anywhere that he had ever been harmed, save the blindfold over his eyes. Even as he draped the blanket over his form and entered the metal beast that it now seemed the young girl was in control of, he did it with a grace that seemed almost ... inhuman.

Slowly, his head peaked to the side to her as she addressed him, closing the door behind him so that the rain would no longer splash down over him, he listened to her dialect. Curious. It was English, but there were misuded words as well words he did not know of. He would have to be around her a while, but how would he keep her in this time period in which he knew so little of?

Finally, he spoke again, his voice full of enticement and harmonies that made it almost seem to be hypnotic yet only if one was willing to be so.

"I am called ... Milton. John Milton. At thine service. And nay, I am not a part of this ... Drama as thou hath said. I am not from here, and where I hail from there is little of anything thou may be used to. I know not how I hath come to be here, let alone where to go. Mayhaps the lady would be so kind as to aid me in my time of direness?"

He dropped the blanket finally as his body had been dried as she drove on. He did nothing to hide his nakedness, the semi-rigid state of his prick as he turned his head to her. He then slowly lifted his blinds to trully look at her, his eyes the color of clear blue ice as they gave off a faint glow. It almost felt for a moment as if he were looking within, trully looking within this woman by his side. He "saw" her, as she had never been seen before, and quickly lowered his blindfold agains before she could see the glowing hues of his strange and lovely eyes.

"I hath nothing to pay thee with, yet mayhaps I do. Thou seems to hath a ... need. Something deep within thee. A desire. Something that thou hath not trully been exposed to. Perhaps ... just perhaps ... I can open thine eyes to the truth of thine desires. Take me to thine home ... no worries of anyone there. They will not see me. I shall make certain of that. But every dream, secret lust, secret fantasy that hath ever crossed thine thoughts I shall make real."

There was a truth to his words, so strong was that truth that it seemed he could see deep into her without looking. His every word spilled a different enticement, so strong that it caused his own length to harden and the bulbous head at its tip began to give it's secrets ... letting the little slit at the top be blessed with a mixture of urine and cum.

His hand seemed to move of its own accord as it snaked along her sides and teased along her thigh and hiked up her skirt to expose the still wet lips of her youthful slit. A smirk came as he leaned two fingers just along them and soon leaned those same fingers up to her own lips, dabbing them as if moving lipstick along them and then repeating the process only moving her secretions to his own lips.

"I hath show much to show thee, all thy need doeth ... is allow it."

 

[FurryFury]

"John? John Milton? Isn't that a poet or something. I bet you get teased about that huh? Sure I stopped to help you. What do you need me to do? I can call the cops or take you to a relative or something." She goggles at the guy when he drops the blanket. She giggles.

"Dayum, Honey you aren't shy are you?" She says. "I don't know where you are from, but here, people tend to keep their privates covered if you catch my drift." She says with a smile, the looks back at the road. He tells her to take him to her parents house and she nearly stops the car right there. Glancing at him quickly then back to the road she tries to explain how many ways that might not be a good idea.

"Excuse me? You wanna go to my house? Whoa! Hold up! Let's rewind here for a minute. Okay? Like my parents are not down with the nude hitch hikers. You get me? I mean sure we might could sneak you in but I think you'd be better off somewhere else. Maybe I could take you to a hotel or my friend Darcy's? You know?" She turned pink as the rest of his words took hold and burrowed into her brain.

"Oh, okay well, that sounds great, really and you are totally hot but I'm, I'm, a, good girl. I'm waiting until I get married? You feel me? So sure, we could do some stuff. We just have to be careful and not go too far."

He touched her then. She had trouble keeping her mind on driving as he did so. His fingers found her hot wet snatch. Her breath hissed out, her body felt a spike of heat so intense she could barely keep the car on the road. He glossed her lips with Miranda's own juices. He touched her again. Her legs opened a little more and she scooted her butt back in her seat a little. He lifted his fingers again, taking her fluid to his own lips.

"Oh my God. You are going to be trouble." She said under her breath. Every warning bell she had was ringing now. She knew she had made a big mistake picking him up. She knew she needed to get away from him. The only thing was she didn't know how and she wasn't sure she really wanted to. Her body burned for his touch to return. She licked her lips and began to pray. 'Let me do the right thing here. Please help me know what the right thing is, give me the will and the strength to do it.' Miranda prayed in her head. Now what should I do she wondered. She knew what she wanted. She knew what she was allowed. What he offered was something else, something dangerous and she wanted it anyway. She sighed gently and wondered what she should do.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Gabrielle

He tugged her top aside and the gasps from the crowd poured over her bare skin like honey. It was like nothing she had felt before, because it was nothing she had ever done before. His fingers burned against her hot skin and she had to gasp when he tore her panties away, adrenaline coursing trhough her veins. She didn't want to stop now, the roller coaster was in motion, hands and arms inside the car at all times.

She shuddered when his fingers found her clit, lightning firing up her spine and convincing her that ever more fun was to be had. His cock pulsed into her ass, hard and hidden in the few clothes left on the couple. His fingers continued to do magical things to her most intimate area, as yet unexplored by anyone else's touch. It was beginning to be difficult for her to stand, but she managed to move with his body just fine.

"Your birthday, eh? Then I think I need to give you a present. Here, come on and open your package. I think its something you'll love."

He spun her around and she got her first good look at the stranger who was so publically taking her. She needed little urging to run her hands over his muscled chest, marveling at his large hands over her delicate wrists. Finally her fingers rested on a shiny fastener, famously attractive in the changing lighting. She brushed her fingers over the metal, heightened senses feeling every bump in the pattern.

His strong hands manipulating her bare ass caught her attention again and she found herself drowning in his eyes.

"I think your lips are easily the best I have seen in a while. I wonder what they would look like with a cock moving in and out of them. Care to satisfy my curiosity?"

She tasted him, smelled him, felt him test her, he filled her senses and almost ovewhelmed them. She unhooked his pants and slipped her small hand into their depths, findig and caressing his swollen cock. She watched his body react and the power in that pleased her. She ran her thumb over the tip, inexperianced fingers exploring his flesh with astonishing gentleness.

Looking him in the eye, her gaze full of an animal heat, she knelt in front of him as her soft fingers freed his manhood and brought it to her lips. Her tongue stole from between those lips and flicked over the tip of his cock, collecting his precum, whcih she rolled around her mouth appreciatively before slowly sucking him into her mouth. Her fingers continued their explorations, stroking his shaft and fondling his balls, roving and gentle, but always caressing his skin.

 

[Mydnight]

Temptations

( Sorry about the late reply, moving to new home and all. Ah well, I am back.)

The wicked grin along the white haired man's face grew into something as alluring as it was sinister. It was almost as if he were purposefully reaching into the furthest recesses of this young woman's mind and pulling out the darkest, naughtiest and most perverse thoughts she had ever had before, and thinking them for her without her even knowing he was doing so. Instead, he allowed the vixen to have her hesitance as he leaned closer to her, moving his right hand now more brazenly between her legs to tempt the bared slit there.

"Come now, thou can feel the power brimming within thee. The power and reluctance of all thine marveled prowess gathering without the will to use it. How many times, fair one, hath thou been in thine home and thinking of a way to be with whom thou wish when thou wisheth it? Ahh ... I know thine secrets, and I can make each perversian real. No regrets, no consequences."

His voice became even more delicious as he began to nibble on her ear. His fingers traveled along the slick flesh of her pussy lips, teasing them, pulling them, tantilizing them as if they were her own fingers and he knew her body more than she did. He suckled her skin as he whispered in that sultry echoing voice of sin and need.

"How many nights didst thou lay in bed, touching thine tender parts thinking of how it would feel with thine ... father between thine legs? Those secret nights when thine ears heard thine mother screaming in delight from his delightful thrusts. It had to be many a night, thinking of how it would feel to see mother begging for him to not touch thee in such ways and yet powerless to do so as thine femanine charms were sullied by his staff. How many times?"

His fingers continued to play with her, rubing and pulling at her clit as he moved his other hand along to cup her rear, scraping his nails along her nubile skin as he whispered his sinful revelations.

"Thou hath even thought times of when eyes peared through windows to see how the family pet reared back and its pink sword jutted from its furry sheath as it took some bitch, and those secret fantasies lured into thine thoughts as the fingers of thine hand touched thyself, wondering why it felt so good to think such thoughts and want such delights when others would call thee whore and tell thee how naughty it is."

Hia fingers now drove into her young place with ease as he felt her becoming wetter with each moment. It was almost as if he were every lover she ever dreamed of and every nightmarish fantasy she ever wished. The box was open and Pandora seemed to know the fullness of her sin, yet he continued to draw her deeper and deeper, mixing his words with thoughts he should not know.

"Thy body laying nude beneath men and women being showered by seed and sin, gold and sticky white fluids washing over thee as writhing hands and pricks dance along thy every quim. Take me home, let me show thee power ... and every dream of decadence thou e'er had will be thine to command."

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He winced as he felt her warm mouth taking him in with a new eagerness that bordered on starvation. Surely this woman was not really as whorish as she was acting, yet she was hungrier than any slut he had ever wished for. Her pouty lips wrapped along his weighty and veiny cock as he pounded in her lips, his heavy balls swaying in her hands as he looked down.

His body tensed from need. This Asian girl was at the very least not used to such things, judging by her motions, yet her new found expertise was as delicious as it was raw. He did not know if she was a virgin determined to lose or give away what she had held for so long or whether she was just so hot and horny that she could not wait to be fucked, but he thought she was the kind of fuck he was wanting for a long while ... and would enjoy every moment of it.

The crowd began to cheer her on as they watched this small, dark haired vixen slicking his thick erection as she sucked him. Plopping and sucking noises came loudly and mixed with the music as he danced and gyrated with her as her head bobbed to the sinful beat. He wrapped his hands into her hair and aided in their movements as he danced to the motions of her sucking and he knew she was not going to let him last long, so he took a little initiative.

Reaching deeper into her hair, he reared her up so that she stood to his face, his cock so close to her now uncovered mound that he could feel the sultry and wet heat eminating from those slick folds. He smirked at her as his muscled tensed and he gripped her by the waist to lift her up a bit and suddenly placed her up over his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his face.

He wasted no time as his lips parted and he gave long, sinful and quick kisses to her sweet cunt, rolling his tongue along her slick parts as he forgot about his reputation or the cheering public around him and focused only upon that sweet and luscious woman he was now moving along his shoulders as he gave her his own oral stimulatory delights.

 

[FurryFury]

She felt his hand and words fall on her with equal devastation. Miranda thought she might burst into flame from the intensity of the heat he stirred in her. Her low cut T shirt could barely contain her breasts when she began to practically pant. It wasn't that she had huge tits but just the low cut and way her chest was heaving in excitement combined to give that effect.

Her mind tried to deny his charges. No, she had never wanted to fuck her Daddy. Of course that wasn't possible. She had no such perversions in her mind. She told herself this. She didn't want to make her Mommy feel bad like that. No way. Yet she mentally squirmed. Even if she did, if some tiny part of her did, it was just a fantasy. Fantasies are like dreams. They aren't real. You can't control them. She thought.

"No regrets? No consequences?" She breathed echoing his words wondering how that could be possible. What on earth could he mean by his strange words and secret knowing. He began to nibble on her ear, touching her moist cunt again.

She tried to concentrate on the road but his words and touch were more than distracting. They were compelling her. Her mind raced with thought fragments. If only she weren't driving right now she'd...what? No, no, no! I am saving myself for, oh dear lord, he knows me. How? I've never told anyone these things.

He pulled words from her lips that she did not know she was going to say.

"Often." She said. Her voice sounded unlike her own to her. It sounded dull and excited at the same time. It rang with fear and desire. He pulled at her clit, she nearly came right there. His nails scrapping across her ass widened the sensation heightening it almost unbearably. She could feel her slit trickle liquid warmth down her thighs. What is happening to me she thought. Her body was awash in sensations most sinfully pleasing.

He spoke again, it seemed he spoke about Shadow. She had her dog seen him at stud. She had masturbated and ....oh! How could he know this? How? She tried to pull herself back from the edge then. Tried hard to yank her body and mind away from this dark man. He was bringing her darkness. She thought. Dark, wet, velvety sinful darkness was his gift. She wanted it so much she felt helpless.

He knew of her other fantasies too. The ones of come and urine. The orgies with women and men all wanting her. She was the center of attention but she was not in charge. It wasn't her fault. She was forced. She was blameless. If she secretly enjoyed being so, well that was shameful, but far better than actually being to blame or in charge. She wondered again what was happening to her. What could he mean by his words. She didn't want to command anything. Her body screamed for release as she turned the car to her home.

She debated no further. Miranda could not resist. She pushed the car's speed to get home quicker. She fervently wanted out of the car. She was wild now for release. Her thoughts were chaotically burgeoning and unclear.

She parked on the street and pulled on the parking brake. The house was a very nice Italian Stone home built on the top of a mountain. It was very large with a low stone fence all the way around as far as one could see anyway. On the other side of the road was an unimpeded view of the cities' lights. Miranda was glad she had made it home without totaling the car though she herself felt like a wreck.

"We're home." She said breathlessly, her nipples clearly outlined through her shirt. She waiting for his cue. She didn't feel in control of anything anymore. A flare of heat went through her, yet she shivered.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Gabrielle

It felt like th music had taken control of her, the heat of the crowd focused in her, her body playing out the desires around her. She wasn't thinking, just feeling and moving as his hands guided her head and he fucked her small mouth. It was a new dance, but she had always been excellent at letting the music move her body, and this time was no exception.

She found herself back on her feet, her small body pressed against his large muscular one, the heat in his hard cock radiating into her pussy, lighting her on fire. And the she was high in the air, exposed anew, his strong arms lifting her to his shoulders and she had no choice but to hang on, wrapping her legs around his back. She started to get nervous, struggling against him as he slid his tongue into her cunt. She wanted down, to be hidden by the raucus crowd, no one had ever put there mouth on her like that...her body betrayed her, her hips rocking and her pussy writhing in response to his attentions. She groaned and tried to ask to be put down, unable to fight his strength and her desire at once, all that could escape from her mouth was the first word, "Please!..." she didn't know if she was begging for release from his strong hands or a different sort of release from his too skilled tongue.

 

[Mydnight]

Wishes

As she drove, he continued to play with her. Her skin was exquisite and the honesty of her body told him she would indeed be what he would desire to lead him into this New World. She would have to be trained, taught the ways of perversity and indulge in them openly, but she would be most perfect. It was what he needed, a young woman to grant desires to so his power could grow. And this young one, this blissful young woman would be the next step he would need to find what he had yearned for.

He wondered what else changed in this New World. So much was different. The air was thick with new sounds and scents that boggled his mind. Even the perfumes along this girl’s flesh was not of a natural make but of some kind of artificial one. The aromas of so many different fragrances that conflicted with each other almost made him wonder if he had truly awoken in some other world rather than the one he was born into. He also thought that it would not be inconceivable that this world had its own magicks, those that were yet to be seen.

However, that was not what he needed to be concerned with. His head cantered towards the young girl beside him as she finally pulled to a stop and the roar of the metal beast ceased. He figured she must have placed the thing asleep. It was the only logical explanation. She then did something with its side and what seemed to be a door opened on the side. She stepped out and proclaimed that they had arrived at the destination. Her next question made his skin tickle with anticipation.

He did as she did, though his covered eyes did not look at what his hand was doing. It almost seemed natural for what he was doing that he somehow knew what to do. Yet he did not, he only knew what this girl showed him. He stepped from the metal beast and closed its side, only to saunter towards her and lean into her being. He then placed a firm and sensual kiss upon her lips, his tongue twirled gingerly with hers as he openly and blatantly fondled her with a sexual expertise most would only dream of.

The kiss lingered for some time, his breath mingling with hers as he pressed against her. Yet his manner led way to mischief, as he also knew it was not yet time. No, she had not yet earned the desires he would grand her. Not yet.

With what seemed to be a hungry reluctance, he leaned away from her and let his left hand gently caress her cheek. He then tilted his head to the side and whispered in a sultry and steamy voice almost as decadent as the fingering he had given her slick little slit.

“Not yet. The right has not been earned, maiden. However, I will allow thee one sexual wish … though not with me. One, right now. All thou need do’eth is ask it and I shall let it be done. No matter how perverse or vile, I shall make it happen. Come, tell me what thou wisheth to happen to thy body. What fantasy doth thou wish to have turned upon thee?”

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She tasted absolutely divine. The more his tongue twirled and twisted along her silken little pussy lips and that little throbbing nub of her clit the more her juices seemed to flow. Her hands dove along his head and almost seemed to be caught in the battle of getting him to stop and begging him to continue, but he only longed to have her creaming over his mouth … or creaming over his cock.

His tongue began a rhythmic tirade in and out of her slit. In and out, in and out it continued, moving as if he wanted to make sure she was wet enough for his mouth. He smirked a bit as he finally lowered her as the crowd continued to cheer them on, some of them about masturbating to the dreadfully sinful scenario.

With a long licking motion, he slowly lowered her back down a bit, letting her legs straddle him on either side as his long fingered hands caught her hips and ass cheeks, spreading them apart so the others could see her lower folds sliding along his dark skinned cock, slicking it with the combination of his saliva and her own secretions.

He looked hard into her eyes as he slid her over it, not yet entering her but letting her feel the girth, heat and veiny length of his rod slipping along her virginal sheath. One single finger slipped along her rear crevice and barely tickled along that puckered little hole. The contrast of skin tones, his dark chocolate brown and her pale oriental flesh making the scene seem all the more naughty.

He leaned his long finger into her little back hole as he looked into her gaze, the warmth of her cunt making his cock throb beneath her, the bulbous head of his prick touched those folds and smeared a bit of his precum along those folds.

The muscular, former boxer bounced her a bit as he saw one of the other guys finally reach their limit and spill a pungent globule of jizz over his hand. It was not like the thick ropes like on the movies but rather in a messy flow as he fell to his knees. The man seemed to be shuddering as others leered at the strange couple as he continued to let her feel how ready he was to plunge into her juicing slit.

He leaned close and soon let the bulbous head of his cock slip just over that slick entrance at her pussy. He let the head wriggle a bit and threaten to enter, but his lips came close to her ear and his teeth nibbled onto her lobe as he whispered hoarsely, “Sit on it, you’ll love it.”

 

[FurryFury]

He was playing with her body as if he had every right to it. He seemed to think she were some sort of toy for him to play with. She would have stopped him. She should have stopped him. Miranda couldn't stop him though, in truth she didn't want to. Her body wanted him to play on. It hummed and throbbed, getting wetter and tighter.

She had trouble concentrating on driving with him sliding his fingers on her skin. Her body heated up to an almost unbearable level. She felt like the heat he was creating would burn her to ash, or melt her into a tarry puddle of goo, and still she wanted more. She knew good girls wouldn't. Miranda wanted to be a good girl. She was, in fact, pretty good but this had power it in that mesmerized her, made her ache, made her feel too empty and needy.

His kiss made her body roar for more. It made her mouth hungry, so ravenous she could have gone on kissing all night until her lips were bloody ribbons but he pulled away. His words sent cold spikes of fear through her heart.

"I, I'm not like that, really!" She said shaking her head. "I'm a good girl. Yes, I am." She nodded and smiled a little uncertainly despite her words and bravado.

"Listen dude, the way I hear it there are always consequences." She chuckled a little. "It's not like you could make Steven Hill, that yummy blond who is playing my husband in our school production come over here right now. You know? You couldn't make him take me to the prom, fuck me in front of everyone, take my virginity, make it feel so good. No. Then magically fix it so that no one but me would remember and I would still be a virgin now, right?" She laughed a little more.

"Anyway I think we need to simply see if we can get past the 'rents for now. I swear I don't know why you wanted to have me bring you here. I mean it's boring here. Why do you think I spend so much time in public parks and at my friends place? Do you have a way of sneaking in? I mean I usually go up the trellis and all but..." Her words bubbled out of her nervously. She felt on the edge of something. She wasn't sure what. Miranda felt like her whole life was about to change. She just wasn't sure if it would be for better or for worse. She feared the later. Why then, did it feel so good, so thrilling to be near him? Why did she crave his nearness so? Why did her skin crave his touch so?

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Gabrielle

She had never experianced a tongue sliding over her trembling clit, a mouth determined to capture every bit of juice leaking from her puffy lips. The feeling was electric and somehow like she was flying, her body no longer under her control, but dancing according to the tounge that pleasured her. She tossed her head back and moaned as the boxer continued his assault on her most private place. Whatever he was doing to her, she didn't think she could find the will to fight him. She didn't think much at all.

His strong arms eased her off his shoulders, whimpering as her dripping slit hit cool air. She clung to him, legs and arms wrapped around him and trembling from the energy, even as her torso writhed against his chest, tiny nipples, hot and hard, pressing against his skin.

She moaned and arched her back as he placed her sensitive cunt over his stiff cock, the hard heat sliding against her, fulfilling her and scaring her all at once. His hands took command of her slim hips and small ass, making her shiver as he opened her to the air, cool in relation to her internal heat.

He trailed a finger along her crack and she felt her tiny hole tighten and then open in response. His finger forced its way past her tight ring and the pain shot into her like fire, her body trying to escape it and pressing closer onto his cock as she opened her mouth and moaned.

Her small, lithe body responded to him, belonged to him, and she couldn't fight it, just ride the waves of intense feeling shuddering through her. She was pulled to him, his cock pressing deliciously, terribly against her tiny virgin hole, the head already beginning to stretch her open, she could feel his heartbeat thorugh the heat.

He nibbled her ear and his voice cut through the fog to echo in her mind.

“Sit on it, you’ll love it.”

Elle convulsed all over, her wet cunt tightening around the solid heat of the boxer's dark cock. She shook her head no even as her body pressed ever closer to his. She couldn't move forward, but she couldn't move away, her passions pinning her like a cage. She tried to think of all of the reasons she had to leave, to fight this, her friends, her father, her innocence, but the thoughts wouldn't come and she was enveloped in just the emotion that it was wrong. Her body hungered, an emptiness she never knew she had demanding to be filled.