In a post coital fog my body barely registers jostling across the forest floor nestled in a strong pair of arms, being taken deeper into his land. Deep in the middle of the lush mystic green forest, a magical spot no one knows of. He stops the horse and suddenly I am being carried nearly conscious over roots, rocks, flowers and leaves. He lays me down on a pillowy bed, instantly I fall asleep.
He gently lifts my upper body to pull my white tank top off, a sudden intake of air as his greedy eyes feast upon my naked chest, the cool air caressing my skin. His hand traces down my body and over my stomach coming to grasp my skirt. He groans as he slowly begins peeling it from my body. As he lays me back upon the pillow he stands and gazes at my form, my closed eyes relaxed in sleep. He quickly sheds his shirt and chaps eager for what was to come.
The strong 4 poster bed created by my God, his ability to force the evergreen trees to grow into a plush dreamy bed. He had thought this through prior to me visiting his ranch to learn how to properly ride a horse. He envisioned bringing me, an innocent girl to impregnate and use. Little did I know he had been watching me for months working out a plan to take me. His plan to make me his forever, building a bond that can never be broken.
Bamboo sheets silky against my heated skin, each stroke leaving a ripple of goosebumps in its wake. Strands of lilies act as curtains barely shielding my skin from the eyes of my Forest God. My dream taking hold, dragging me deeper into its depths. My body though sore already responding to the distant memory of how I came to lay on this rustic bed, magically grown out of the ground into the perfect bed. Erotic dreams heating my skin, a light blush covering my cheeks. I never feel the silk ties stretching my left arm above my head securing me to the bed frame. Unknown to me I am unable to move or struggle and yet I don't wake.
I subconsciously feel his fingers barely brush the skin on my left wrist, he traces the crescent moon outlined against my porcelain skin. My tattoos seemingly draw him in, making him curious about my thoughts when I chose them. Desperate to trace them on my skin forever. He shakes his head dark hair nearly flying around his head in a halo as he brings his thoughts back to my body. He begins trailing silk ties over my palm as he secures my other wrist to the right post. My eyelids flutter against my cheeks deep in REM sleep, taken back to the moment my God showed me what he would to to teach me, how he planned to keep me. My mind turning memory into a fleeting dream.
Suddenly his sweet touch is gone, my skin charged as I gently sink farther into my mind. An alien featherlight touch traces from my toes, to circling my ankle, sliding over the vine tattoo on my right ankle. His eyes tracing the vines wrapping around my ankle spelling out Peace on the outside and Destruction on the inside, He whispers, "Peace, yes my sweet, Peace I will bring to your life. Destruction will take place in your bed, between your knees I have claimed your womanhood for my own. I have claimed you!"
He kisses the full moon painted in the center of the vines wrapping forever around my skin, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. A delicate scent of cucumbers wafting across his nose. He rises away from me with a sigh moments later the feather light touch returns gently moving up the back of my leg my smooth calf.
His finger lingering at the curve of my knee, grazing my scared knee. Trailing over each scar from my childhood, he smiles knowing he found the right girl to raise his children and make a life with. He knows deep inside that I would bring peace and joy to his life. He slowly begins tracing his fingers up my thigh, his hand spreading across my creamy flesh. Some would call me fat, other's curvy but to him my size was perfect. His hand slides all over my leg relishing his control. His touch bringing out a flush along my collarbone and high on my cheeks. His focus suddenly lost as he gazes upon my face, my black eyelashes sweeping my cheeks, he notes a light dusting of glitter highlighting the rose tint along my high cut cheekbones. He leans over to stroke his lips along the bridge of my nose, down and across my plump bow shaped pink lips. He towers over my body. His sweet breath causing me to stir slightly, my back arching up aching for my skin to meet his. My dark brows furrow momentarily as my muscles relax back into the cool sheets. My head turns away and quickly back again. My long wild chestnut hair strewn across the pillow.
He withdraws again bringing his fingertips back down to trace across my right thigh, suddenly he removes them leaving my body wanting more I unconsciously whimper. His touch returns though surprisingly along the arch of my left foot, He is teasing my body into a frenzy. My pussy drenched with need as his fingers linger on my foot, he traces circles up my foot and across my ankle noting the lack of art work on my left ankle. Tracing a delicate line over my skin imagining what he might persuade me into painting onto my left ankel. He delicately draws his nails up my calf and along my left thigh.
Finally arriving where I need his fingers the most he scrapes his nail across my mound, slipping between the folds. My back arches sleep not ready to relinquish my mind to the actions afflicting my body not knowing what's happening to me. Never focusing his touch on my clit he abandons my mound and draws his finger up my stomach never lingering too long he runs his fingers across my chest, flicking each nipple in turn. His touch trailing up my neck, across my jawline, he runs a finger across my lips forcing me to taste myself. He then covers my eyes with a silk tie, he groans suddenly missing the view of my eyes darting behind my lids. Though lavishing the knowledge the he gets to see and own every inch of my body in the afternoon light filtering through the canopy of lilies and leaves.
Suddenly the touch changes there is the distinct cool texture of a pliant leather crop, so smooth and soft against my charged skin . He slides the crop across my skin across my belly thinking about how exciting it will be to watch it grow with his child, across my chest desperate for milk to flow through my nipples and back down to my mound.
