Mistral, was a French and German girl with only eighteen years old of age. She was living in a village in the south of France. She was stunningly beautiful, she stood tall and athletic with a strong presence. She had lengthy blond hair, blue eyes, and a very fair complexion. However, even though she was stunningly beautiful, she lived in an orphanage. Her mother passed away when she was born from a mysterious disease.
In her dreams, she was placed in a dark and black forest. The moonlight lit the shadows, but not enough to reveal their secrets. Demons lurk inside the bushes and trees. Shadows of several demons moved around her, giggling and whispering.
- "Who's there?" Mistral said as she looked around, but the black forest did not reply to her back.
- "My Queen, I will write braille on your skin once again," a husky voice whispered. "Don't refuse what you truly are..." the voice echoed. "I will be fucking you once again... Come to me..." the voice finished.
The moonlight illuminated the path, and Mistral followed it. The shadows around the forests moved from the corners of the trees, melding into one shape at the end of the illuminated path. It was the shape of a man. Deep gray lavender muscles ripped across his frame. His hands were claw-like with long fingers. He carried several tendrils behind him, but the one in front was a thick and long one. Mistral gasped at the sight of this and began to wonder what his intentions were. He caught her gaze and smile, while Mistral felt embarrassed.
- "Don't be afraid, you are beautiful as ever," The Darkness whispered as it disappeared and reappeared behind her.
The shadows rose behind her, as one of his fingers traced a path against the fabric from her breasts to her thighs. Her cloth split with a whispering sound, as Mistral was found utterly naked. The Darkness' hand emerged as one of his clawed hands cupped a full breast with the thumb and forefinger lightly pinching the rosy red nipple. Another hand pressed into the spot between her legs.
- "Aww..." she moaned.
Mistral shivered against his body, but then he vanished and reappeared in front of her. The shadow replaced the hands that were on her breasts, and the man was now below her. He took hold of her hips with both hands and held her steady while he began to explore between her legs with his tongue. Then, his tongue probed her clitoris, she gasped and the warm tingling feelings grew in her pussy.
- "Ahhhhh..." Mistral moaned.
The Darkness pulled his tongue out, as he began to lick her body, moving towards her neck, pressing wet kisses by her ears. Mistral bows her head to watch him kissing, his eyes closed and a black mouth wet. She trembles against his body.
The Darkness began to face her. He was bare muscle sculpted and gleaming, his hair was long and black, trailing down his back. Above all was his cock, it brushed her belly. The member engorged and it was intimidating.
- "Closer" he whispered in her mind.
The Darkness moved over and he kissed her deeply, as his hands were squeezing the flesh of her glutes possessively. His eyes turned to be purple as his magic rushed into her. The tendrils on his back began to touch her bare skin, as they began to seep into every corner of her being, filling her and possessing her. However, the tip of his cock moved over her, as it then entered her. The Darkness plundered her slowly, allowing her a chance to get used to the size.
- "Awww..." she moaned
When his cock burrowed to the depths of her, he continued to press as his mouth still covered her yellings. The Darkness lifted her legs, as he then plunged into her, again and again. Her pussy clenched around his shaft. The cascades of pleasure overwhelmed her before the glittering shadows subsumed her mind, and they pushed inside her.
Mistral was breaking apart as the man was merging into her, covering every inch of her body, pushing through every hole that made a path into her lovely body. Mistral felt the tendrils spill their seeds inside her, as they made connections.
- "Ah... Ahhhh" she moaned as she could feel him the deep and hard masculine ache. Mistral let him come as she pushed herself closer to him.
Their minds were connecting themselves, her vision disappeared as her eyes were consumed in the darkness, shadows took them away. For Mistral, all of it was black, until she saw an image. In her village, it was the scenery of a man who was full of hatred. The taste was delicious, he wanted revenge to his boss, Neil. The mortal was never a violent man, but eight months of work and torture from the boss he thought he could trust, changed him to what he was now.
Shadows formed from the walls, they swirled ahead of him, creating shapes. Was it taking a human form? Until then the figure of a woman seemed to materialize before him. The mortal stopped. Her face was framed with long black hair. Her eyes were fixed on the mortal.
- "What..." he muttered.
