The Midnight Forest

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Looking up, Marie reguarded Thomas. He didn't build the fire the way Grandmother had taught her, and she didn't think that she was up to gathering the proper thickness of branches to correct the burn pattern. This late in the year, it was Warmth, or don't expect to wake up if you sleep in the woods. She nodded slightly, almost as if her head was still too full of clouds to move. "We'd better, or we risk hypothermia." She gathered her cloak around her, looking at the fire, as if to gain as much warmth from it as she could.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Leaning back, Thomas let Marie squeeze in next to him. Slowly he relaxed, becoming entranced with the wild flickering of the fire. His eyes drifted closed and his breath slowed to an even pace... He'd fallen asleep.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Moving closer to Thomas, Marie was somewhat glad that he had fallen asleep. She didn't really know what to say, and it was comforting to have another person close. She hated to be alone, and right now, she definately couldn't be alone. She leaned back, her hair touching Thomas' shoulder as she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on the warmth. Slowly, she slipped into a restless sleep.

 

[Ravenloft]

Sprites:

After Thomas and Marie fell asleep, a single pixie appeared from thin air, looking down at them as it fluttered about. It flew down over Marie, its little dragonfly like wings fluttering rapidly, allowing it to hover there. It sprinkled some green dust over her face then zipped away, landing on a thin tree branch hanging over head, to watch. Several other pixie's and sprites appeared around the first, kicking their legs as they dangled from the tree as they all watched Marie stir in her sleep.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Sighing softly in her sleep, Marie turned, resting her head on Thomas' shoulder and moving closer to him, her hair falling across his chest. She made a soft noise, settling back into sleep, her body instinctively seeking closeness to Thomas. She started to dream then, slow soft scenes, gently fuzzed scenes of eyes, lips, a face, Thomas. She stirred in her sleep and then settled back against Thomas.

 

[Guest]

Sprites:

The lot of them giggled and pointed down at Elise, talking amongst themselves in a chittery language. Another sprite appeared not far from the tree where all the others were carrying on. It was lugging a small pouch of crushed berries, and moss, and other forest things. The pouch was heavy, for the little sprite, so it half sputtered just about the ground, half lugged the thing along on its tiny feet. The sprites all turned their attention toward him as he climbed with great effort up onto Thomas's nose. Plopping the pouch down right by the human's ear. With a sigh and a moment to catch its breath, the little sprite reached a hand into the sticky ointment that filled the pouch and began to smear it onto Thomas's forehead, nose, cheeks and chin, making a strange looking pattern. The sprites up in the tree were silent for this entire scene. Then when the little sprite was done, he lugged the pouch away, returned, and took a seat up on the tree branch. They stirred for a moment before the sprite that had just joined them chittered something in annoyance. The pixie that had coated Marie's eyes fluttered back down to the two as they slept. Fluttering next to Thomas's ear, she whistled sharply. Thomas started awake with a quiet gasp. He looked about himself for a moment, then to the pretty woman resting her head upon his chest. Turning his head, he reached over and lifted a swath of her long dark hair. He sniffed it, his chest rising with the deep breath. The pixie giggled, but Thomas ignored her, as she fluttered back to the others. With a soft growl, Thomas slipped out from under Marie's head, letting it slump lightly upon the loamy ground. He sat up, looking her over with keen, animal like eyes. Leaning over her as she continued to sleep, he lowered his head toward her stomach, snifffing as he did. He pulled back for a moment when she stirred and shifted so that one leg stretched out and the other tucked up toward her body. He followed her legs with his eyes, centering them upon where they came together at her middle. He sniffed, drew closer to what his eyes focused upon, sniffed again and growled hungerly as his hand slipped up under Marie's skirt. He began to lift it up over her body, slowly, almost curiously.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: That was me up there.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Feeling a cool draft of air where one should not be, Marie groaned and opened her eyes, looking at Thomas. "What are you doing?!?!?!?!" She cried out, scrambling to stand up as she tried to tug her skirt away from him. Not that it didn't feel good, but she'd settle for an alarm clock anyday.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Hopping to his feet just as quickly as Marie had, Thomas's hair fell over his eyes, giving him a wild look. He crouched down and advanced toward her, reaching for her skirt again.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Backing away from Thomas, Marie gathered her skirt in one hand, not letting his fingers get a purchase on it. "Thomas, what are you doing?" She asked, wondering what had happened to him. She kept trying to edge sideways, thinking to get to her horse and saddlebags. She could always conk him over the head with the bags if need be.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Grunting at her as Marie stole away the fabric of her skirt in her hands, Thomas continued to edge forward upon her, sniffing the air as he began to growl under his breath. He reached for her again, just as she backed herself up against the trunk of a tree.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Feeling the tree trunk press against her back, Marie moaned in dispair. She was trapped. "Thomas, please, why are you doing this? We don't know eachother!" She franticly looked for a way out even as she tried to tamp down the realization that she'd been dreaming about him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Taking hold of the cloth of Marie's skirt, he began to hitch it up along her side, leaning in against her, he sniffed at her hair, then lowered his head to her neck and nuzzled against it with his mouth open. He growled softly, letting her feel the warm weight of his body against her.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Shivering at the cold air, Marie brought her hands to Thomas' shoulders. Instinctively her fingers closed on the fabric of his coat, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. His breath hot on her neck felt amazing, and for some reason, she felt her will weakening. A soft sigh, holding a moan on its air escaped her lips even as she tried to grapple with her own responces.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

After having bunched the material of Marie's skirt at her hip, Thomas slipped his hands under it and caressed her hips, he nudged closer to her, his hips pressing against hers. He growled louder this time, the vibration of it tickling against her neck. They were only separated by a bare inch of cloth...

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Letting out a groan of frustrated passion, Marie felt her struggle slipping. Her body moved as if it had its own free will, pressing hip to hip. She shivered, feeling the heat of Thomas, and closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the fire swirling through her veins. Her head tilted back, exposing a longer length of her skin to Thomas' mouth, the sensual assault on her skin dulling her mind and drugging her with pleasure.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Thomas grunted as he felt Marie ease herself against him. He reached down, and began to tug himself free of his breeches, still playing his mouth along her exposed throat, he nipped lightly at her soft warm skin as his breeches slipped down past his hips and fell free. He pressed roughly against her again, nestling himself against the warmth of her linen undergarments. Now there was bare more than a fraction of an inch keeping them separate...

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Shivering, Marie felt the last of her control slip away. She moaned at the feeling of Thomas pressed against her, her nails digging lightly into his back, trying to find purchase on the fabric of his coat to pull it free of him. Her head dipped to kiss his earlobe, her hot breath whispering past it as she writhed against his body. Her senses were filled with pleasure as she finally tugged his coat off his shoulders. She pushed the fabric down, her fingernails trailing lightly over his chest through his shirt.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Murmuring against Marie's throat incoherently, Thomas slips his rough hands up along her hips again, taking hold of her undergarments, he pulls them free of her. Pulling his head back, he looks into her eyes, his own wild with hunger. He eases back against her, his bare sex pushing against her naked flesh for the first time. He did not enter her, but instead shifted and rubbed against her rythmicly.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Trembling in pleasure, Marie moved with Thomas' rythum, opening her eyes to look into his own. She looked into the wild hunger and groaned softly, her own eyes reflecting a need. Her left leg hooked around Thomas' hips, trying to get closer to him, the fire of need in her soul threatening to singe her very exsistence. Marie's tounge darted out from between her lips to wet them, her cheeks flushed with passion. Slowly, trembling fingers found the buttons to Thomas' shirt and started to flick them open, one by one, fingernails trailing lightly over the skin revealed by each one.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Thomas's cock grew to hardness against Marie's flesh as he rubbed against her, one hand drifting down to support her leg along his hip. She was open to him now, and his thick, ridged cock slipped into her, embraced within her slick, warm pussy. Groaning with the sweet pleasure wrought by entering her, Thomas lidded his eyes, leaned forward, and nipped at her ear, her neck, and her shoulder.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Marie gasped, feeling Thomas within her, pressing up against the barrier that still remained. She had never been with a man before this, the most was a kiss or two after too much wine during a holiday fest. His lips still drove her to maddening heights, his scent almost spicy as she tore at his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Her fingertips traced over his chest, memorizing the feel of his skin. She shivered, her muscles tightening around him as her passion grew to meet his.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Giving a pleasured murmur as he felt her sex clasp about his pulsing cock, he pushed into her more deeply. Meeting the resistance of Marie's hymen, Thomas drew slowly back, feeling keenly, the pleasure of her tender lips as they slipped away from the length of his cock. Sharply, he thrust into her, sundering her maiden's head with a deep growl.

 

[LadyDarkFire]

Marie:

Goving a soft cry as she felt her virginity break at Thomas' thrust, Marie bit her lip. She was shaking in both pleasure and pain, the line between them beginning to blur. She groaned and let her head drop, burying her face in Thomas' neck. Her lips brushed over the hollow of his throat as she clung tightly to him, her nails digging slightly into his back as she felt herself ease around him, accepting his invasion.

 

[Ravenloft]

Thomas:

Reaching up, Thomas laced his hands through Marie's long dark hair, holding her to him in a hungry embrace, he drew back and drove into her again, penetrating her, invading her as he growled out his pleasure. Keeping her held in his arms, he pulled her body away from the tree's trunk, turned her about, and slowly eased her down upon the cool, loamy ground.

The sprites suddenly whooped as one, launching from the tree, each one of them taking to air. Flittering and fluttering about about they chittered and chattered in their own language. The one who had painted Thomas's face with the mask of the horned one fluttered down to the dwindling fire and took a bit of the flame into his hands, it flickered between his tiny fingers as he held it up, unharmed by it. The rest of the sprites and pixies followed his lead, taking a portion of the fire for themselves.

Thomas was attop Marie, thrusting into her, lowering his head to the bare skin of her throat. His hands roughly explored her body as the sprites and pixies clouded about the two, holding their little fires up to illuminate them as they mated. Thomas did not seem to notice them at all...