A scream peals from your soul, yet nary a sound parts your panting lips. This creature has captivated your very spirit. Lying beside him, with his arm draped o`er you, you feel safer than you've ever felt in your life. You also feel more in danger and wince in the shame of realizing how moist you are from the excitement of it.
A voice, calm and soothing permeates your consciousness. Soft words or love and adoration creep into every crevice of your mind. Once more, you tremble in fear for realizing his lips have never moved a bit. He talks to your soul as if it is a part of him, and claims your heart as his property.
"Gladly, I give it unto you, Master" you say in a quaking voice, you shiver because it sounds like it is flowing from the mouth of someone other than yourself.
His hand caresses your shoulders and draws you closer to him, his lips brush e`er so lightly over yours.
He rises to an elbow and leans over you, his eyes penetrating your soul.
"You are mine and can belong to no other" his voice says softly in your mind, "I shall claim you this very night to be my princess for eternity. I give you this gift, because I love you," then he leans over you and whispers with sweet breath in your ear"and I give you this curse because I am a selfish fool."
Tears drop from his eyes and you realize the depths of his despair, this existence of his must be lonely indeed.
"This thing that binds us, is both a gift and a curse, I shame myself for sharing it with you and I rejoice for doing so."
Lying there, your mind racing to discover the meaning of his words, your heart feels only the bliss of his love and trembles at the sound his enchanted voice made as it whispered into your ear, your first actual awareness of his voice. Your breasts swell with the intake of each breath, the blood rushes throughout your face and make your feel warm. Smiling shyly at him, you understand somehow that he feels the very beat of your heart.
He leans over you and brushes his lips lovingly across your throat and shoulder. His closeness is exhilarating, his touch intoxicating. His lips close softly on your neck and he begins worshiping you with softly planted kisses, smothering your face, throat and shoulders with soft kisses. Leaning over you, you can feel his hardness pressing into your side. You feel the heat of his breath on your neck and for the first time in your life, know the true meaning of sheer terror.
"Oh, GOD!" You cry aloud. "Please deliver me from this evil" and then you softly moan "Oh, my love, take me and claim me as yours."
Absolutely captivated, you are now the enchantress and feel the power you hold over this strange creature. You feel his pain and sense his melancholy soul. You are drawn to his evil just as he is entranced with your purity.
"Oh, what a fine pair WE make!" you say quietly to your lover.
His hands creeping down your waist, they map every inch of your female figure.
You can see the worship in his yellow eyes. His lips press down your throat and into your blouse, he raises a finger and deftly shaves off the buttons. You gasp aloud at the suddenness of it. Admiring the perfect swell of your breasts, his lips begin a teasing dance o`er and around them. He kisses down your sides and hungrily laps at your bellybutton with a n eager tongue, the very FEEL of that tongue drives you to orgasmic bliss.
©2007 J.L. Day
