Feasts

Many a long and lonely night I sat alone in this cold, dark room. Stone floors and stone walls. A forgotten place shrouded in nightmarish secrets. How long have I been here now? It may have been days, weeks... more? My mind is a muddled labyrinth. Who I am, who I was before this place, is a whispered conversation I cannot quite hear.

Sunlight does not touch this place, or perhaps this place exists beyond the reach of light and warmth, and the sky lightens only by fractions to signal the passing of night and day.

I cannot say how I am not weary or sick, but I have longed for neither sleep nor fire nor food in many nights. Attempts to recall the sensations from before are difficult and frustrate my senses. All of them except one.

The smell of her perfume, some of it still lingers here. A whisper of it on my sheets. My fingers. My thighs. A cloying, musky scent evoking memories of her. I cannot hide from it, from her, and I wait as though poised for her need, still and stoic as a faithful Queen's guard.

I do not want to invite her again. One more taste and I'd surely tumble into the yawning void that nips so impatiently at my heels. My ears strain against the pressing silence, my breaths as cold and silent as my heart. I resolve to stay steadfast and remain in my chamber, but a twining tendril slithers through the night, and I hear her calling out to me; a honeyed voice on the chill night air, beckoning me forward.

Her siren song stirs me, and I move without thought. Did she decide this or did I?

Along the winding halls I stumble forward, no light to guide my way in the pitch dark. I never falter from my path somehow, her melody tugging at something that slumbers within me and my steps grow urgent, a hurried march of feather-light steps.

The twists and turns I take are dizzying and fresh horrified awe at this monstrous place rattles my steely bones. I navigate the impossible architecture and my mind aches as my unpracticed dance reaches its vertiginous end.

I am almost there now, I know, without seeing.

I fear I am ruined. The end of all I am just a breath away, yet I do not slow. A throbbing pulse awakens in my chest, crawling along my icy limbs, echoing between my legs.

Over the threshold I tread, carefully but without caution. A glinting smile awaits me, and I am ensnared.

How she beckons me forth with a pale, clawed finger when my eyes see only shadows, is a question without hope of reply, yet on into the looming darkness I stumble. The smell of her arousal lies thick in the air and my own stirs in response to the call.

I see glimpses of her now. Charcoal shapes against a midnight canvas. She waits for me, elegantly draped on the ancient chair. Legs wide. Her wicked smile wider still. Her sharpened teeth pucker her full lips as they protrude and glint with violent allure. My tongue runs over my own as I war the sensuality clouding my thoughts, but the razored edges I find there serve only to sever my already frayed resolve.

I fall to the floor, the puppet's strings finally cut loose, and her laughter echoes through the expanse of this desolate place. I feel no fear, nor trepidation, only the roiling churn of my desire as her forked tongue moistens her crimson-stained mouth.

I feel myself shifting until my lolling head falls forward. I am crawling now, no longer a muted heap of aching despair, but on my hands and knees. I am inching towards her, submitting my body and soul to her ravenous power. The faint glow of her scarlet eyes douses the heavily draped room of antiquities and horror and aches my now squinting gaze.

I hear no sound as I move towards her, my movements sure and propelled by an alien urge to be closer to her. My mind grows calmer as our proximity grows too, and I am lulled with a pleasant flutter in my stomach, a gentle caress against the crashing of my stirred pulse.

I am a breath away from her now, yet her body gives off no warmth. The cold of the room, her skin beneath my reaching fingertips, the wicked look in her eyes - it should chill me to my very core, and yet I burn for her. A wildfire greedily consuming my desiccated resolve.

I feel her watchful eyes upon me as I move to lift the hem of her velvet gown until the thickness of her curvaceous thighs are smooth planes of milky white silk under my roaming hands. She is pleased and I am desperate.

She shifts forward in a movement so swift it can barely be witnessed and the space between her thighs is bare and glistening before me.

My desperation consumes me and I hurriedly lower my head to press a chaste kiss to the wetness that awaits me, and she hisses in delight, the sound serpentine and seductive.

I wrap my shaking arms around her silken legs and guide them wider, my feast lays before me and I cannot bear to be obstructed from an inch of her sweet and soaking cunt.

I greedily run my tongue up the length of her, catching the waiting wetness. She croons in delight as the taste of her floods my senses. I am drowning in despair and delight. My nipples tighten and my breasts grow heavy as my tongue pushes between her soft lips, desperate for more of her across my tongue.

I press my tongue firmly into the tightness of her, desperate to be inside her and my attempts to thrust into her are met with an approving smile of triumphant rapture. I hasten my pace, watching adoringly as her carefully constructed resolve begins to falter.

Her clawed fingers bite into my scalp with a fearsome grip, but the sting only serves to cause the pounding pulse between my own legs to thrum harder, my wetness soaking through my clothing as I writhe between her perfect thighs.

I snake a hand down to help me collect her juices, I am so greedy for every drop of her, and I push two of my own clawed talons into her tightness. Without grace, I pound them punishingly in and out, pausing only to eagerly suck her juices from my digits before plunging them in again and again.

Her melodic moans orchestrate my movements, and I fuck her wet hole as I watch her angelic face contort in pleasure with rapt attention.

She is hungry for more she tells me, though no word leaves her perfect lips and my head dips again to lavish at the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs as I continue to punish her with my wicked thrusts.

I chase my own pleasure as I laden her with sensation, rocking my hips and pressing my thighs tightly together. I am soaking and the thrill of it almost engulfs me entirely.

Her perfect body arches from the chair as I flick my famished tongue over her small nub, pressing my nose to her to lift her small hood so I can better slaver over these sensitive nerves that make her purr and growl in feral satisfaction.

My tongue whips across her nub again and again with furious swipes which have me gasping around it as my fingers squelch noisily. My hand becomes soaked in the nectar I am so desperate to swallow as I work her. My tongue must remain here though, I know, and I thrill at the knowledge I can soon lick my hand clean as she praises and punishes me. I squeeze my thighs together again, chasing an ounce of delicious friction for my own.

I press my chest to the edge of the chair and rub my aching, sensitive nipples against the hardness of the wood there, igniting a fire in my core as I continue to suck and kiss frantically on her small bundle and fuck her wildly, the wet sounds echoing through this silent place as I do so and I beam with delight at the fruits of my toil.

Her purrs are becoming snarls as she writhes beneath my working fingers and tongue, and I lift a hand to squeeze her full, heavy breast, desperate for her to soak me in her climax.

Her nipple strains against the soft fabric of her gown and I pinch and roll the tight little peak between my fingers as she snaps at the night air, as vicious as a rabid wolf.

I am purring now, the delight of her pleasure consumes me wholly and my tongue and fingers are thrusting and circling and flicking at an impossible pace.

She is vibrating with the building release and my own cunt throbs in time with my thrusting fingers, my feverish groans vibrating across her slippery, sensitive flesh.

Her hands push my face firmly against her folds and my breath is cut off as she urgently rocks her rounded hips in time with my fucking fingers until my face and fingers are soaking and marked in her impossible fragrance, my senses finally alive and screaming in pleasure as I drink her in.

She roars out a terrifying scream as her climax shakes her beautiful form and she presses my face painfully against her as impossible amounts of her release squirt into my mouth, down my throat and I swallow it all, desperate for each mouthful.

My own release barrels through me as she fills me and coats my tongue in her sweet flavour and I jerk and spasm as I kneel on the floor before her. I choke with delight on the relentless torrent of her juices, my own cunt throbbing and soaked and pulsing with impossible pleasure as I swallow and swallow and moan and whimper.

She releases me finally and I hurriedly move to clean my hands with my tongue as her body stills once more, my own body still twitching as my climax squeezes out my own wetness down my thighs, the floor beneath me now wet and shining in the dim room.

I meekly meet her scarlet gaze as my delighted cleaning continues and her wicked smile returns.

I lift the hem of my own dress, pressing my fingers inside my wetness with a groan before offering the glistening treat to my lady on shaky limbs. Her forked tongue snakes around my offered hand and cleans the juices from me as I quiver in utter enthralled thrill.

I sink to my knees again as her wide smile becomes something predatory and fierce and without hesitation I raise my wrist before her.

Her jagged teeth slip into my flesh as a knife into warmed butter and I gasp as my skin ripples with joy. She groans and sucks me and I am hers, completely. I lower my head between her thighs once more for another taste of all that I need as she gulps my essence into her contracting throat.

I know nothing but this pleasure and I will feast until the dawn.