His heart pounded heavily as he saw the incoming black clouds. He was stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar wilderness without a single thing to guide him out of there. The compass he held in his hand was rotating insanely around and around without pointing in a precise direction.
His friend had told him that this mountain expedition was going to be a trip to remember. Well, he sure wasn't going to forget this too soon. The wind was beginning to blow harder and harder and big fat raindrops fell on his bare head. He couldn't blame his friend for his misfortune because it had been entirely his fault. If he hadn't stopped to take a look at a passing deer he wouldn't have been separated from his group.
Of course, that unusual fog had also been partly, if not mostly, responsible for getting him lost. He'd never seen fog come down so quickly. It chilled his bones when he walked through it. He would have to get to shelter if he wanted to keep dry and wait for a rescue attempt. It had suddenly become so dark, darker than any night he'd seen. It seemed late but it didn't feel like it.
What time was it? His watch has stopped at precisely three thirty but he could've sworn it wasn't as that late as it seemed. It was way too dark and he hadn't been lost that long.
In the pitch black night two strange eyrie lights that caught his line of sight. It was a shady green colour that made him feel strangely aroused. The wilderness, the night and fear play tricks on one's mind, for they looked like two large cat eyes. Whatever they might be they were acting like a beacon and guiding him to what might be shelter or ... uncertain death.
In the fear that the lights might go out he stumbled and tripped over some soft object. He grunted with pain as he slashed his wrist on a wild bush.
What was it that he tripped on, he thought with gruff anger. The god of thunder answered that question with a fierce lighting bolt. The object he saw was the deer that had gotten him lost. Its throat was ripped out but the rest of the body remained intact. His eyes protruded out with justifiable fear.
What kind of an animal would do a thing like that? But the question that was really making tremble was that animal still lurking about? He didn't want to hang around to find out. The rain poured harder, chilling his bones with its ice cold temperature. He continued to run towards the light in a desperate hope of salvation. His clothes ripped in several places until he came upon a majestic mansion.
It was dark and sombre. The sinister building did not seem normal. But, ah, this was not a normal day and nor would he be too choosy about where he'd be spending his lodgings on this particular night.
The lights he'd seen were two blazing torches that were being held by two baleful stone gargoyles. They looked down on him on either side on the entrance with an almost lifelike expression. The mansion was a seventeen century structure. There were big windows and the building seemed to be built from a sort of granite stone, but he couldn't be sure. It was too dark and the rain was beating down on him too hard for a closer examination. Each little raindrop felt like a bee's sting.
He didn't even have time to bang on the huge oak doors for they opened as if luring him to enter as a guest and not an intruder. His instincts were telling him to leave and back away. They were alerting him that even death would be a better option than the one that was waiting for him on the other side.
Against his better judgment he entered. The doors shut and he heard a metal bolt shut the lock behind him. A chill ran through him as he realised it was too late to leave. It was unnerving to be here. The entrance led to a long hallway that was poorly lit by those same green flamed torches as those that were being held by the gargoyles.
There seemed to be an invisible force that was leading him to a flight of stairs with red carpeting. At last he was greeted by a fair blond female. She was slender beauty with pert nipples that provocatively protruded though her thin see-through toga. It was so short that he could see the mound of her pussy lips. A rush of blood overcame him and felt a sudden desire to ravish and make love to her in every conceivable position he could imagine.
It was only with an enormous effort that he managed to control his lustful desires. She waved for him to follow her but he couldn't shake of that desire to squeeze those milky white ass cheeks. A sexual excitement and nervousness was clouding his prudence.
She led him with a black candle in her hand to a chamber where there were fresh clean pressed clothes waiting for him. He hesitated for a minute before undressing. A massive monumental erection sprang to life between his legs. If she had been embarrassed in any way she didn't show it. Her expression remained as impassive and emotionless as those gargoyles in the entrance. This only infuriated him because he knew that he wasn't an ugly man but she didn't seem the least bit interested.
The cut in his wrist had stopped bleeding but in spite of everything it continued to throb with pain. He had so many questions on his mind that needed answering but he couldn't for the life of him ask her. It was as if someone had robbed him of the power of speech.
Finally, after he dressed, she led him to a dinning room where there was a meal waiting for him on the long well worked table.
A stunning brunette, with piercing green eyes and smirk cocky smile waited for him. Her sweet black hair fell way past her shoulders, and a fine delicate suilluette carved the outline of her tight velvet black dress. She didn't walk across the room, she glided through.
Her eyes shined brilliantly like two green hypnotic emeralds, and her mouth was... sinfully red. She had a beauty that didn't belong in this time let alone this world. The sparkling diamonds that hung from her neck looked like tiny pieces of ice as it produced an amazing contrast of her pale milky skin.
