Haunted

The odour came first.

The faint, musky, masculine scent made her freeze.   She knew what it meant.   He was here.   She could see nothing yet but there was no doubt in her mind.   He was here, waiting for her.

She sensed a movement in the air, so subtle yet unmistakeable.   Without thinking, she took a step backwards.   Suddenly she felt strong hands clasping her arms, holding her firm.   It didn't hurt but she knew if she struggled the grip would tighten.   She willed herself to stay still, a feat that was almost impossible.

The pressure on her arms relaxed and the hands began to slide down.   It took all of her self control not to try to break free.   Experience had taught her that his reflexes were many times faster than hers.   There was no chance for escape, just the illusion of it.

She saw a faint shimmering in the air before her and realised that he had dropped to his knees.   Trembling, breathless with anticipation, she awaited his next move.

There was no warning.   The first touch of his tongue made her jump and shudder.   A small moan slipped past her lips.   He dipped his tongue between her closed thighs, coaxing her to give him access.   She couldn't.   Her self respect required this small token of resistance.   It made no difference.   The versatile tongue grew long and slender, slipping between her legs with ease.   It tasted her, lapping at her outer lips, spreading the moisture that gathered there.   Her cheeks burned hot with shameful excitement.   Each searching caress of his tongue caused a tremor that made her squirm and gasp.

The hands moved onto her waist to steady her as the tongue changed shape again, thickening slightly as it started to work its way into her depths.

She moaned helplessly as the tongue moved in and out.   Her legs gave way but the hands supported her full weight with ease.

With skillful ease, he brought her swiftly to the very edge of release and then, suddenly, he was gone.

Left without support, she slumped to the floor, gasping and writhing.

Soon.   Said a deep resonant voice in her head.   Soon I will make you mine.





Copyright © 2000 Julian Renard. julian975@yahoo.com All rights reserved.


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