To Hunt a Witch

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Hello all, I am looking for a male character, needless to say.... I require someone who is articulate, imaginative, and has an equal writing ability to my own... in other words, no one liners please. I would like someone with ideas on where to go with this story, because other than this meager beginning, I have no such ideas. It can go anywhere... I prefer dark, erotic writing, and like the use of psychological as well as physical ...... rape.... if that is how one would like to put it... as well as passion and lust and minglings of seduction and love... I like fantasy, and the play of good and evil... I think you get the idea...

If you are interested in writing the male character, please PM me with your ideas and perhaps an outline of said character...

This story will be CLOSED once I chose a partner...

THANKS​

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To Hunt a Witch​

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She had to stop, she had to catch her breath. Her lungs felt as if they were on fire. The shadows tried to envelope her, and she wanted to let them. She welcomed the darkness, the ability to hide within. The moon above was full, and quite bright. The cool blue light cast down, illuminating the darkness, she falling back against a tree, trying to elude that light.

Her breathing was labored, and sounded sooooo loud in her ears. She had to quiet down. If they heard her.....

If they heard her... they would find her...

They??? Or was it just a He....

He would find her.

They, were the people of her village.

He, was the Man hired to exorcise her, the Man hired to drive the devil out of her. The Man hired to hunt her down and smother the evil that claimed her soul.

They thought she was a witch. Evil, Filthy, Dangerous.... They, being the people of her village. Even her own father thought she was a witch, after all, she had been born from a witch. At least that was what her father, Ned, had convinced people. Her mother was long since dead. Her exorcism hadn't driven out the evil, it had driven out her life. Now Ned wanted his daughter cleansed.

He had tried to do it himself, but instead had ended up trying to rape her. She had managed to place a well targeted kick to the groin, and run screaming into the night. At morning's light, she tried to come back. Tried to explain. But Ned had gotten to the church first, had convinced the holy men that she was a witch like her mother, had shown them her artwork, her writings, mixings of herbs for teas and medicines, all things she had learned from her mother.

Of course Ned blamed her rantings on her evil possession. "She beguiled me, she hypnotized me" he stuttered as he explained the attempted rape "I didn't know what I was doing"


She was locked in the dungeon of the church...

"We will help you Ned" came the promise... the missive was sent.... the Man answered...

But Mia, managed to escape.

She was born Mia Bunce, the beautiful, golden haired daughter of Ned and Avalon Bunce. She didn't know the history of her father and mother. She didn't know that Ned had brutally raped Avalon, had laid claim to her, had accused her of being a witch, only to take her as his wife, to rape over and over night after night, until she became pregnant with his seed. Ned had wanted a son. Needed a son. Instead Mia was born. Avalon managed to stay alive long enough to see the girl to near adulthood. As Mia approached her 18th birthday, her mother finally decided she would tell Mia of Ned, and of herself, and the horrors she had been thru.

That was when Ned accused her of being a witch once more, and convinced the church he could exorcise her. That was when she died.

Now Mia was running for her own life. For all she knew, both her own father, and this..... Man.... were hunting her...

She closed her golden amber eyes. She had her mother's eyes, that's what her father always told her. Now it just sounded creepy to Mia... Mia had never gotten to hear what her mother had to say, and at this moment, she wished with all her heart she had....

She heard a voice, a deep echo into the darkness around her. The sound seemed to reflect off of the moonlight, surrounding her. The effect was haunting...

"Come out, come out, where ever you are"

Her breath caught, she froze... "Please, please don't let Him see me, find me... please"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

This story is now Closed for Poohlive and myself... Enjoy and THANKS to all who PMed me...​

 

[poohlive]

Within the ancient forest, cloves of trees came up here and there, clumping and crawling at the same earth together, underneath their roots becoming twisted and misshapen, combining, growing, raping each other for the land underfoot.

There were also areas of openness, patches of nothing more than soft grass or a few berry bushes that grew wild and untouched here deep in the forest. It was deep, deeper than anyone ventured to go. Here, the forest itself seemed to be alive, clawing at unsuspecting travels with sharpened branches or prickly thorns.

In each of these small patches shimmered down pools of cool bare bone moonlight. It struck upon the ground like a fine snow, enchanting everything it touched. The blades of grass ran almost suspended in time within that spotlight. For a moment they were highlighted, the toast of the world.

Emerging from one of those pools of light were two feet. One flat on the ground, the other had bent at the knee, currently resting an arm. The light gave its soft caress to these feet as well, even moreso if that were possible.

There were two boots. Old worn boots, dry and leathery. They looked as if they had been worn since a time before time itself. Many a miles had been walked in those boots, and many more to walk still.

The pants were thick, a good material, covering his legs. It was a man, one could see that, from the small reflection of him in the darkness. While, his legs shone in the pure bright of the moon, the rest of him was covered in shadow. He wore it like a cloak, wrapping himself up in it, staring from a tiny slit he had made.

He wore a wide brimmed hat, which came down over his eyes. Those eyes, those hurtful pained eyes. In the darkness they shined bright red, too big for any human's skull to contain them. They roared with a thousand fires and raged over a thousand suns. Those were were sharp beacons in the night.

With his one hand he pointed to the young girl running through the woods. A simple gesture in her direction, to know where she was. He could not see her, his eyes did not land on her image directly, but they blazed all around her.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," And then his finger curled up, back to him, a slow and deliberate motion. Come hither, young child, come slouching towards Bethlehem to be born.

The bone moonlight in its soft pale glow rippled across her skin, the first touch of a lover.

"We have much to talk about... you and I. If you come to me, right now, I won't chase you. Come, let us talk. Share with me your story. I do so want to hear your story."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A shiver settled over her skin, touching, caressing.... cold... obscene.... evil....

Mia felt the chill of His touch... icey fingertips dancing almost lazily along her skin. The chill followed, snaking, creeping, seeking her heart, her soul, her.....

her .....

her life....

"We have much to talk about... you and I. If you come to me, right now, I won't chase you. Come, let us talk. Share with me your story. I do so want to hear your story."


The words whispered, enticed, entranced, hypnotized.... Share with me your story, I do so want to hear your story.

Her story. Mia shook her head, slowly, deliberately.

"You know my story" she managed to whisper in return, "You hunt me because of my story" Why was she stating the obvious? But in reality, it calmed her to hear her own voice, it reaffirmed that indeed she still lived, breathed. Her voice....

Mia's golden eyes blazed into the darkness, as if challenging, and winning, over the cool blue of the moon's glow. She had an inner strength, one that she rarely had to draw on, but now, in the night, hunted, the prey of another, that strength was awakening. She could feel her heart beating, feel the warmth of her blood begin to battle back the chill around her.... she could feel, taste, the sensation of every life giving breath.

She began to murmer, her voice.... holding a deep resonance of power... even tho it was a soft sound in the quiet of the night around her.

"Veldrin d' suust, alantha's yllssigul, veldri l' ssussun, l' drathir's knif, sila fotus dosst olath piwafwi, velkyn kulggen, Ussta quortek lac'na l' sssiks' sune xta'rl."
Shadows of quiet, midnight's caress, hide the light, the moon's glow, bring forth your dark cloak, hidden shield, My soul seeks the sun's warm touch.

A spell... bringing to her the darkness, and begging for the light of day....

The word's made no sense, at least not to the human ear. Yet her voice carried a light, melodic tone, the words seeming to float gently around her, as if cloaking her, curling, slithering, embracing her. The words came from deep within, they were not learned, not even really known, but more instinctive. She remembered her mother, Avalon, singing lullabyes to her in the same tongue, with the same lilting song.

In the depths of the forest, the moon's light began to struggle, fading, dimming, the blue hue beginning to loose it's grasp on the night. Within a flutter of glimmering light, the moon faded, bathing Mia once more in the cloak of darkness she so needed.

Her golden eyes peered out. She could not see Him, but she could feel Him close. But the cloak of midnight she had gathered and called upon kept her safe, at least for the moment. All one could even dream of seeing of her was the gleam of her eyes. Even her sunlit golden hair was now entwined within that darkness.

"I know Your there, close" she said quietly "But the darkness hides me as easily as it does You.... now"

 

[poohlive]

"Oh... how interesting," Those dark animal eyes turned upward, searching for the dead ghost light of a barren moon. It had eluded him, at least for the moment, the pools of light that had dripped down from a sacred heaven above had turned off, leaving more than darkness. Pitch. A fog of pure black that ran through the forests, clinging to trees like ancient lovers, wood nymphs of time long forgotten.

"Spells to help protect you?"

Now that he was surrounded in darkness, his voice was no longer steady. It came from everywhere, at times an echo off distance hills, the howling of a lone wolf, other times pressing against her shoulder, whispering into her ear, desperate to touch her soft skin.

He never moved though. He had no reason to.

"Words from your mother? How much did she teach you? Not much... if you think darkness can hinder me. She must have told you something though."

No words came from him though. No spell to make the darkness wash away, to bring back the moon, or even rip the trees from the ground and shove her towards him in a final rush.

He wanted to see her squirm, run, scream and cry before he touched her. Too much fun for them to have, too far for them to fall.

"Now I am blind? I can not see you, so I can not touch you, capture you. Are you going to flee from me? Run away? Start your new life in the woods, or in a new town? Tell me, my sweet, is there somewhere you can go that I will not find you?"

A single branch ran down, touching along the side of her cheek. It seemed such a gentle caress, purposeful, caring to a point. One single thorn ripped just the fraction of her flesh though, bright red blood coming out in a single drop.

Something animalistic began to sniff the air. Loud, deep, primal in its taste of the night sky.

"So pure," He reveled in it, breathing in her scent on the wind, "Not a touch. I am so glad Ned did not take you. You are worth more to me than you will ever know."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She drew back at the pain, as the branch tasted of her blood.... sweet, warm, innocent, and so very red... blood. Mia could feel the languid trail the droplet made along her smooth skin, gliding, marking her...

Blood....

"Tell me, my sweet, is there somewhere you can go that I will not find you?"

The words slithered around her, penetrating the cloak of shadow that she had drawn about her quivering form.

She lay her hand over her cheek, but it was too late. He had tasted, scented, her blood, from a single scratch. It was too late....

Mia knew the power that lay within one's blood. Not only was it life giving, but within each living creature, the blood was unique. Scent, sweetness, innocence, fear, among many other minglings allowed one's blood to be quite unique. He had spilled hers, so easily, so innocently, to taste of her, to acquire her scent..... He would be able to fixate on her now, in a crowd of hundreds, just by that miniscule sweetness that was .... her....

What was It that hunted her? She knew now, He was not a mere Man. He was more dangerous than anything she had known.... Man, Beast, or even.... Devil....

"What did you summon, Father" she murmered, speaking of her Father, Ned. "What evil did you conjure in your need to tame me, to claim me, why could you not be the loving Father I so desperately needed"

The words slipped soft from her lips. Had her own Father summoned a Demon? From the very depths of hell itself? Or an Angel from the heavens to *save* her???? Did He have the power, the know-how to do that??? Or had another, a holy man, who instead was the very witch that they thought ... she... was... summon this Beast, this Hunter, this Predator, to flush her out and rip her apart??

"Who..... Who are You?" she finally voiced.... moving now in the darkness, slowly, carefully. He had her scent. Running would not save her, at least not at this moment. Maybe, once she determined what she was up against...

"What are You???"

 

[poohlive]

"Does it matter?" He spoke with a coppery tone that was both insightful and reflective, as if he were not simply answering her question, but asking it himself at that moment.

One could hear footsteps now. Clear distinct, ancient boots crunching against fallen leaves, their crisp clear sound coming from behind her. Or in front? It changed, each time she turned her head, each whisp of golden hair that shook from side to side gave him a different direction.

But one thing was clear. The crunching munching of boots on dead long past leaves were coming forward, coming for her. Each step brought him to her, and she could not see. Her blanket of velvet prevented that.

"Were I Lucifer himself, would it change what is between us, or your mother? That is just a name though, attached to a story to scare children at night. Would it be better to tell you I am simply a beast, with no name, no face, only a voice that fills your ears, hands to run down your body, claws to rip the flesh and teeth to savor your sweet sweet blood?"

Something crashed. Something big. A tree? It could have been, so large, massive behind her, or was it in front? How funny sound was right now. It seemed to want to play tricks with her, want to run and jump around, kissing her on the cheek and then hiding away shy in the corner.

A tree. It had fallen. Something had pushed down a tree.

He was coming closer.

"The real question is you though. Who are you? Or, rather what? What did Ned make you, what did Avalon? She tought you something, did she teach more, did she tell you the true roots before she left you? You are in the dark, but how long have you been there?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Does it matter?"

The crash of the tree was nearly deafening, but somewhere deep inside Mia, she heard it before it hit. The blackness, the shadow she had called to her seeming to reach out and deflect that crashing, falling tree before it could splinter in her path.

Yes, He had brought the tree down... but she, had deflected it. Where His was a conscious use of strength, of power, of what he possessed, hers was not. Hers was instinct, and her will to live.

Did it matter??

No. She knew enough of what He was to know that a name would change nothing. A shiver reached out and shook thru her.

"If you had only given yourself to me"


The words flowed in her head. Not her voice, not even the voice of the Thing that hunted her. No. This voice was much more familiar.

It was her father.

"Daddy" she nearly wept. She hated her father, yet, she loved him. He was her father. Rarely did she call Ned Daddy, only in times of great emotion. When she felt weak, and scared. "Daddy" ... a dangerous moment of weakness...

"The real question is you though. Who are you? Or, rather what? What did Ned make you, what did Avalon? She tought you something, did she teach more, did she tell you the true roots before she left you? You are in the dark, but how long have you been there?"

Avalon, her mother. The memory of her mother suddenly flooding Mia's mind. Happy times, picking flowers and berries, herbs and leaves. Brewing teas, inventing recipes... planting gardens... raising chickens and the like. Talks of healing, of worshipping, of God and the Devil... of love and hate... the nighttime stories... the soft lullabyes sung in that soft, oh so melodic voice.... Mia's life had been simple, even tho she knew her mother was.... different. Mia saw how the other people of the village looked at her, at Avalon. Heard the whispers, and she heard Ned, her father. What he said, what he did. Happy times dissolved into not so happy times... when her mother's sooo soft, so melodic voice instead screamed, begged, and moaned. And Ned's yelled, and groaned.

Then her mother, Avalon, was gone... the last words she whispered to her sobbing daughter Mia ...

"Sarn l' knif d' chath phish solen, l' ssivah d' ssinss. sarn l' verin, l' alantha olathur taga l' veldrin."
(Beware the glow of fire red eyes, the voice of seduction. beware the evil, the midnight darker than the shadows. )


"You are in the dark, but how long have you been there?"

The words dragged her back to the moment. The darkness. Her shadows... something was clawing thru, comeing closer.... soooo very much closer.

"I was born in the dark, it was my mother that showed me the light within the midnight.... and ... warned me of.... You"Her voice wavered just a little, and the cloak of shadows ... faded... ever so slightly....

She was still moving, slowly, deliberately, but unfortunately she was unsure if she were moving toward Him, or away. Fear was rearing it's ugly head, and clouding her mind, a fear she could not see, a fear she could not grasp, nor control, nor drive away.

She felt another droplet of blood spring forth from her cheek and slip down the skin, warm, wet, sweet....

 

[poohlive]

"Did she warn you?" Clever girl, clever for both of them. He knew Avalon would not be a fool, and that perhaps he would return, asking for the same sweet innocence he had once kept within his sweet angel herself. He could find it again in her daughter, taking what had been pure within both and using it, tearing it, destroying it piece by piece.

Avalon must have known him. She learned so much in their short time together. He wished she were here now, how he would have loved to play this game with her once more. Last time she had won.

But last time she cheated.

He raced forward, with a sudden rush of an animal that had been waiting to pounce, all of its energy expanded at once. He felt himself run into the thick wall around her, the black pitch of midnight. It held him though, the very ground shaking from their encounter. He growled, pushing harder, digging claws into the ground where there had been no claws before.

It gave, so slowly it gave, but he used up so much energy just for that little push.

He stopped, breathless, using a tree for support.

This was no ordinary magic. This was Avalon herself. He had felt that, felt her arms wrapped around her daughter tight, refusing to let go what little she had given her child.

He could not take her that way. He had to make her drop it herself.

"She..." He had to catch himself, "She loved you very much. To see you, she must have seen everything I had taken from her brought back, ten fold. Did she tell you how we met, did she tell you all of the details of our affair? I'm sure she didn't. She kept secrets, things to herself. Awful things such young ears should never here. How she gave herself to me, how she asked for me to take it from her. I never lied to her, I never deceived her. I only told the truth, and I only gave what she offered."

He pursed his lips, words coming out fiery and distinct. They were rotten embers of the night, flying high above him. Something swirled with a vengeance, eager to get at her tender young flesh.

"She never told you of the promises I keep. The offers I give? How I can present someone the world on a platter for such small tokens in return. Land, money... simple trinkets, but even more as well. People... your mother. Would you like to see her again? Would you like me to show you to your mother, Avalon, so you can hug her goodbye?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The growl, the pressure, the shove of power as He tried to rip into the shadows she had drawn about herself. Mia fell back, she almost came to her knees. But instinctively she knew, if that happened, He would tear thru and get to her. Both hands came up, focusing her power before her, at Him, stopping Him mere feet, maybe even inches, from her.

She could hear His breath, feel it... hot and evil, and so very close, but the darkness still hid Him from her eyes, and she from His, she hoped. Mia felt a tightening about her, as if in the grasp of another... arms encircling, the glide of love, calm strength...... Avalon.... her mother.

"I can not speak, my daughter, for my voice is gone. I sacraficed my voice for you, to give to you, my voice, my life, my soul. You can not run from Him, You can not hide from Him... be strong... for He feeds on weakness and fear..... "

The whisper faded...

"She..." He had to catch himself, "She loved you very much. To see you, she must have seen everything I had taken from her brought back, ten fold. Did she tell you how we met, did she tell you all of the details of our affair? I'm sure she didn't. She kept secrets, things to herself. Awful things such young ears should never here. How she gave herself to me, how she asked for me to take it from her. I never lied to her, I never deceived her. I only told the truth, and I only gave what she offered."

His words were haunting and confusing... Gave herself to Him?? Why would her mother do that??? Why??? Mia closed her eyes, the word echoing in her head.. in her ears.... WHY??

"Because He showed me a tenderness that your father never did" came the answer. Soft, definitive.

Avalon gave herself to Him because of Ned. Ned was the evil in Avalon's life. Her own father had possessed, raped, tortured, and eventually killed her own mother. Why hadn't HE stopped it then???

The questions swirled.

"She never told you of the promises I keep. The offers I give? How I can present someone the world on a platter for such small tokens in return. Land, money... simple trinkets, but even more as well. People... your mother. Would you like to see her again? Would you like me to show you to your mother, Avalon, so you can hug her goodbye?"

Mia felt herself faulter then. She shook, almost violently, and felt the warmth, the shadows, weaken, trying to release her. If that happened, she would be completely vunerable to Him.

No... NO she couldn't let that happen.

But.... Mia desperately wanted to see her mother again.

"I.... I..... ppplease" the word slipped past. She wanted to say NO, wanted to stand firm, strong, not let Him see, feel, taste, the weakness, the fear.... but her mind filled with images of her mother... sweet Avalon...

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"Leave her BE" came the cry, deep, forced thru the pitch blackness that enveloped both Him and her daughter. "She is NOT strong enough to withstand YOU"

Avalon wanted to intervene, to come to her daughter's aid... "You know I am the witch, You know I was the power. She is just a child... even if she is 18... LEAVE HER BE"

Her own fear was permeable, so thick you could almost taste it.... she had always feared Him.... but her fear of Him was 2nd to her hatred of Ned... that was one of the things that had driven her to Him, begging... pleading..... for help.... and for..... comfort....

 

[poohlive]

There it was. That didn't take too long at all. He pulled the wide brimmed hat lower, knowing he had seen the chink in her armor. Not total darkness, not complete failure. No, she could give in just as easily as her mother. Before he was done, she would even beg him to take what he wanted.

Avalon had.

But that voice, he squinted to keep it from getting to him. Those low eyes burning like ancient coals in a ceaseless fire, searching for her voice, finding nothing but shadows.

She would not reveal herself. She relished in the dark as much as her daughter. To run away, tripping over shadows as they played the dangerous game with him. The cat and the mouse, together, running away and then shouting from a distance.

He could not touch Mia... but Avalon.

He reached out, caressing the shadow around him. In a moment something dark pulled in, darker even than the blackness that now covered them all. A tarn of opal, a mirror swirling in and out, pooling and collecting against his fingertips.

He threw it against a tree, and in a moment the dark figure solidified. Avalon, as she was years ago. Avalon in her prime, Avalon who had begged him to take whatever she needed, so long as she was not alone. And he had kept his promise.

He moved up against her, his body as hard and rigid as before. He smelled her, that perfect scent husking up into his nostrils. Better than her daughter... not, not better, just different. The daughter was pure, she had not spent the last 18 years sharing a bed with someone she hated. Still, he always loved Avalon's smell, her scent, her touch upon his razored claws.

"It's been too long," He purred against her skin. Behind him, behind both of them her daughter was still caught in the darkness, still protected by love.

"Stay out of his, my angel. I don't want to hurt you too. I just want her for one night. Give me one night with her, and then she can come back to you. I can make it so you will both be together again, I can keep you happy, and never have Ned find you. I can give you the life you always wanted. For one night? Such a small price to pay?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She had tried to stay away, Avalon had. She had tried. Had this been a ploy to bring her out? To expose her?

In protecting her daughter, she had opened herself, and He had grasped her, pulling her from the shadows, slamming her to the tree, her breath, knocked from her, her heart, which still beat, alive with her love for her daughter, the one person she could love, could trust... and Ned had ripped that from her like he had everything else.... her heart now pounded in fear, that famliar fear....

and longing....

"It's been too long," He purred against her skin.

His talons sooo lightly stroking along her flesh... a gentle motion, meant to lull her... to captivate her.... she could feel every caress... not only along her skin, but deep in her soul. He possessed her soul, He had since the moment she had begged Him to take her, to not leave her alone...

Avalon lowered her golden eyes, eyes so like her daughter's.....

"tooo long" she hushed in reply..... "tooo long..... my..... Master"

The word hung on her lips... wanting to choke her....

Avalon's strength was gone, given to her daughter... She was utterly vunerable to this .... Beast....


"Stay out of his, my angel. I don't want to hurt you too. I just want her for one night. Give me one night with her, and then she can come back to you. I can make it so you will both be together again, I can keep you happy, and never have Ned find you. I can give you the life you always wanted. For one night? Such a small price to pay?"

One night.... only one night... surely her daughter could survive that??? Surely she could...

One night of pain, pleasure, terror and submission... The thought made Avalon tremble... She could NOT do that to her daughter, she could NOT.

"You can not ask that of me" she whispered, her own breath warm to His cheek, as He leaned into her. Long tendrils of her deep fire red hair sifting forward to touch Him, caress Him....

"She is her own soul, not mine. I only gave her my strength, my power, my life force, what I had...... left... "

Avalon lifted her eyes to the Beast before her. "Don't do to her what was done to me... Please.... MMMmaster... She has so much love and compassion, don't allow hate and evil... even from YOU.. to devour it....devour her.... pppplease...." Avalon's lips quivered, she was near begging, near begging Him to take her once more, perhaps for the last time... Ned's rape was all she could remember now.... how she died at his hand.... as he viciously raped her again, and again, and again...

Fingers reached, touching His face... gentle, trembling... "please"

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Mia allowed herself to collapse to the ground. The grass beneath her was cool, comforting. She was exhausted, barely able to stand any longer, but for whatever reason, she felt the threat to herself gone, for the moment at least....

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, I know," His cheek brushed up against hers, soft and tender as he soothed her, "I know how hard it is. How hard it can be. You would give anything for the safety of your daughter."

But she had nothing left to give. Everything belonged to him, except for the small part Ned took from her anyway. That didn't matter though. He still wanted more. He could never be satisfied with what he got. They could offer him the world and he would simply stand upon it, look up at the stars and try to touch them.

Reaching upon his tip toes to try and steal them from the very heavens.

He hushged her with a kiss. A fiery kiss of them before, the good touch of flesh against flesh, the kiss he had given her when he took her from behind, when he showed her she would be honored among those around her, when he would tear away whatever center she held dear.

His cock, large, living, a hard python squirmed against her thigh, pressing in deep.

"Don't choose for her. I know how weak she is. As weak as you, but she doesn't have someone like you as leverage. You had no one, afraid to be alone. She is alone though. Would you let her live the same fate? I'm only asking to stop protecting her..."

That wouldn't be too hard. She could do that, she could lift away her protection, leaving Mia to fend for herself. Mothers have had to leave their daughters soon enough, the call of the wild.

"Let her make her own decision. She could choose if a night with me is worth having you back, or if she would rather fight me and fend me off for the rest of her life... even God gives a choice. I give a choice as well, I always offer a way out. You have to let her choose too. You must."

His body against hers, hot, heated like before. The fire within him taking away the cold of her heart, if even for a brief moment.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Weak.... He thought her daughter was weak, when all she sought to give her was strength, strength and love. Avalon's strength had been torn from her, that was one of the reasons she had prayed, begged, submitted, to the Creature before her.

Did she give that same legacy to her only child, her daughter, Mia???


"Let her make her own decision. She could choose if a night with me is worth having you back, or if she would rather fight me and fend me off for the rest of her life... even God gives a choice. I give a choice as well, I always offer a way out. You have to let her choose too. You must."

His breath was heated, seductive... His touch demanding... His kiss hungry.... Avalon's body trembled against Him, she feeling the hardness of His arousal, her own showing with the wetness that began to slicken her, the warm slither that seemed to radiate out from where He touched her, flowing over her skin, and into her mind. A low, needing moan escaped her lips, the sound cascading into the shadows, a sound that begged Him .... a sound that worshipped Him....


Mia's head lifted... she had heard that mournful sound... that low... desperate moan...

She thought she recognized it, and slowly she lifted back to her feet, those golden eyes searching the midnight that surrounded her.

Avalon's breathing was becoming ragged, the moan had faded, leaving her whimpering against Him... her lips now brushing along His throat... her mind was hazed, filling only with images, feelings, sensations of Him... always of Him...


"Let her choose... yes.... I must let her choose" she managed to whisper against His throat... Her body moved against His, undulating, quivering. She was naked, she was always naked when with Him, her silken skin gliding... warm... pliant... lips tasting, teeth nipping, biting, begging.......

She was weak... she could only pray, deep inside her, that Mia was stronger than she ever was.....

 

[poohlive]

How he missed such a subtle pet. Even as she took him full on, her body betrayed her. He had raped her so many times, without even the slightest of touches from him, that she had succombed even better than his own expectations. She would rather see him get what he wanted, than save her own daughter.

He gave her everything she did want though.

His kisses along her skin, hot, searing as he suckled at the goosebumps running up and down her neck. Lips aquiver as they fed her, that delicious urging as he became more gentle. Oh, so very gentle. A lover, like no other lover she had before.

Teeth, nibbling, they drew blood. Razor sharp teeth had to draw blood, even with light nibbles to her thrashed and ruined body, but it did not stop him. For his smooth slick tongue licked at her wounds, helped her to heal, made sure she understood his true love.

Or, whatever came close to it. Whatever he could give her that came close to what they were feeling now.

"Release her... I will give you some time. Make her understand."

He let a single finger slip inside of her. He watched as one leg of hers spread out, it slipped up as he pushed his finger inside. One dirty finger fucking her, one thick appendage touching so intimately, so harshly.

He caught her breath in his own, his whispers forced and loud for her to hear.

"Make her understand..."

And he was gone. The moment her eyes closed, guilty in the lust that surrounded them, he pushed away like a wind. Leaving nothing but faint trails of his touches up and down her body, enough to make her feel him, as if he were trying to touch her once again, needing her so close to him, wanting her for his own.

She stood in the meadow though, empty, alone, naked, her body still riddled with pleasure, juice running down her leg, and her daughter laying next to her, still surrounded by darkness.