OmKranti
02-26-2006, 05:08 PM
Alone in the dark house again, April Gibbs wandered through the rooms. There were many of them; they smelled like old lace and dust. Lighting the little candle lights as she wandered from room to room creeping along the halls softly. Down at the end of the hall, she could see the study, its faint candle light illuminating the dark shadows. She felt her spine stiffen as she made her way down the hall; she hadn’t gone in there tonight and didn’t know where the light had come from. April pushed the already cracked door open gently and it came away with a creak. Along the walls she could see the candles had been lit, the large oak bookcases loomed ominously in the shadows. There were whispers in the room, energy, all the sounds and feelings of knowledge that emanated from the volumes that lined its walls. The hair in the back of her neck stood in taut attention and her palms were sweaty, she wiped them on her skirt and placed her hands on her stomach and swayed. From the shadows a dark figure emerged…
April was a petite woman with shoulder length blond hair and grey eyes. She was not, in a conventional sense, beautiful. But something about the slope of her nose, the set of her jaw and the grey piercing eyes, was alluring. She had never considered herself pretty, but knew there was something about her that drew out the energy of those around her.
The figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and forbidding, dressed in black from head to foot. He had long black hair to his waist and the brightest green eyes April had ever seen. He leaned down and smelled her neck sending involuntary shivers of pleasure and fear down her back simultaneously. She was shaking all over now, paralyzed and speechless. She looked into his eyes, they told of desire and want. She tried to speak, to say something, anything. There were no words, just feelings in the ether, he was reading her. She tried to control her mind, block the fear; he sensed it and drew back.
“Who…are you?” she stammered, trying to control the feelings that were now welling up inside her.
He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally “I am one who wants” he replied at length. He stepped closer to her, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “You are enchanting…” his voice was like a katana cutting through silk, so dangerous, yet so beautiful.
She blushed and felt her body sway under his touch. He knew he had her now, captivated by his touch and voice, she would be his. He moved his hand to her waist and pulled her close to him. She smelled of gardenia, fuchsia, and magnolia, it was an intoxicating scent, he drank in her fragrance. She could hear him moaning from the pit of his stomach. She traced her fingers over his collarbone, his skin what so white. He ran his hand along her neck and down her arm, picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips. April felt strange, she stomach was turning in on itself, and her body was trembling. Her hand wandered downward, she felt between her legs, she was dripping. He took her fingers in his and sucked her juices off them, sending waves of pleasure and shivers down her body.
With a fluid motion and a strong arm, he ripped he shirt down to the waist leaving her heaving chest bare. He looked at her small breasts, with the little pink erect nipples, and grinned. She was in shock. His teeth were so white, and she could now see the sharp points on the incisors. He kissed her lips and ran his fingers along her taut nipples, she shivered again and let out a soft moan. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, reveling in her. She felt her body respond as her tongue sought out his. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing her softly, down to her ripe breasts with their ever hardening nipples. She bit her lip, it felt so good. His tongue was on her nipples now, a trickle of blood flowed down her chin as her teeth bit into her own lip.
Suddenly without warning, he crushed her to him and sank his teeth into her breast. Her eyes rolled into her head, her mouth gasping for air. She was enraptured by the feeling, it felt like wave after wave of orgasm crashing onto the shore of her body. Images, thoughts, feeling danced in her head. She was his. He lifted his head and kissed her again on the lips, her blood tasted sweet in her mouth. He laid her down on the floor of the dark study; candles were now burning to their ends and one by one going out.
He took of her clothes, stripping her down gently. She was moaning and tossing her head from side to side. He kissed her belly and thighs, inching closer to her swollen pulsating mound. He could feel the heat coming from between her legs. The smell was intoxicating, blood, sex, jasmine. He parted her lips and touched his tongue to her sweet spot, the now throbbing clit becoming harder. She let out a loud gasp and cried out, lifting her hips to meet his searching tongue. He drank of her fount with teeth and tongue, biting into her pussy and sucking it, flicking his tongue around her clit as he sucked. She thrashed under him and he put his hand up to her breast to steady her and hold her down. She screamed and cried out in pleasure, tears running down her cheeks, her hands clenched into fists. In one last long cry, she came, body trembling head thrashing. It was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt. Or ever would feel.
Please let me kow what you think, I would appreciate it
April was a petite woman with shoulder length blond hair and grey eyes. She was not, in a conventional sense, beautiful. But something about the slope of her nose, the set of her jaw and the grey piercing eyes, was alluring. She had never considered herself pretty, but knew there was something about her that drew out the energy of those around her.
The figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and forbidding, dressed in black from head to foot. He had long black hair to his waist and the brightest green eyes April had ever seen. He leaned down and smelled her neck sending involuntary shivers of pleasure and fear down her back simultaneously. She was shaking all over now, paralyzed and speechless. She looked into his eyes, they told of desire and want. She tried to speak, to say something, anything. There were no words, just feelings in the ether, he was reading her. She tried to control her mind, block the fear; he sensed it and drew back.
“Who…are you?” she stammered, trying to control the feelings that were now welling up inside her.
He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally “I am one who wants” he replied at length. He stepped closer to her, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “You are enchanting…” his voice was like a katana cutting through silk, so dangerous, yet so beautiful.
She blushed and felt her body sway under his touch. He knew he had her now, captivated by his touch and voice, she would be his. He moved his hand to her waist and pulled her close to him. She smelled of gardenia, fuchsia, and magnolia, it was an intoxicating scent, he drank in her fragrance. She could hear him moaning from the pit of his stomach. She traced her fingers over his collarbone, his skin what so white. He ran his hand along her neck and down her arm, picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips. April felt strange, she stomach was turning in on itself, and her body was trembling. Her hand wandered downward, she felt between her legs, she was dripping. He took her fingers in his and sucked her juices off them, sending waves of pleasure and shivers down her body.
With a fluid motion and a strong arm, he ripped he shirt down to the waist leaving her heaving chest bare. He looked at her small breasts, with the little pink erect nipples, and grinned. She was in shock. His teeth were so white, and she could now see the sharp points on the incisors. He kissed her lips and ran his fingers along her taut nipples, she shivered again and let out a soft moan. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, reveling in her. She felt her body respond as her tongue sought out his. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing her softly, down to her ripe breasts with their ever hardening nipples. She bit her lip, it felt so good. His tongue was on her nipples now, a trickle of blood flowed down her chin as her teeth bit into her own lip.
Suddenly without warning, he crushed her to him and sank his teeth into her breast. Her eyes rolled into her head, her mouth gasping for air. She was enraptured by the feeling, it felt like wave after wave of orgasm crashing onto the shore of her body. Images, thoughts, feeling danced in her head. She was his. He lifted his head and kissed her again on the lips, her blood tasted sweet in her mouth. He laid her down on the floor of the dark study; candles were now burning to their ends and one by one going out.
He took of her clothes, stripping her down gently. She was moaning and tossing her head from side to side. He kissed her belly and thighs, inching closer to her swollen pulsating mound. He could feel the heat coming from between her legs. The smell was intoxicating, blood, sex, jasmine. He parted her lips and touched his tongue to her sweet spot, the now throbbing clit becoming harder. She let out a loud gasp and cried out, lifting her hips to meet his searching tongue. He drank of her fount with teeth and tongue, biting into her pussy and sucking it, flicking his tongue around her clit as he sucked. She thrashed under him and he put his hand up to her breast to steady her and hold her down. She screamed and cried out in pleasure, tears running down her cheeks, her hands clenched into fists. In one last long cry, she came, body trembling head thrashing. It was the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt. Or ever would feel.
Please let me kow what you think, I would appreciate it