As Tiffany lie in bed at night, tossing and turning, she finally gave up and just lay in the dark. She had had a long week and an even longer day. She hadn't spoken to Master in a long time aside from short conversations. She had had a long day of classes and then dealing with her family. She was so exhausted when she got out of the shower she simply turned off the light and went to bed thinking she would be asleep before she knew it. that had been over an hour ago. Now as she lie there in the darkness, she felt chilly and alone. Sighing she turned over and closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep. Just as she finally started to drift off, she heard a sound. She started to reach for the light, when she felt a powerful hand grab her wrist. She almost screamed but another hand covered her mouth and she heard a voice whisper, "Shhh now, don't want to wake anyone up." The hand uncovered her mouth and went to her other wrist, she felt the feel of the man's bare body climb on top of her pressing her wrist to the bed above her head. She lay there silently, afraid, but also inflamed with something stronger, deeper a hidden part of her that was so very aroused by what was happening.
Tiffany felt the man spreading her legs, climbing between them she felt the frightful and yet also arousing hardness of his large manhood press to her tender virgin flesh. Pausing just a moment then sliding gently, very gently into her tight inexperienced heat. Once fully inside, Tiffany gasps breathing heavy, her body stretching and molding itself, conforming to fit this large sword deep inside her most secretive of places. She felt the man's lips on her belly as his sword rested gently but firmly full inside her warm sheath. Her breathing increased as she felt the desire slowly building becoming greater than her fear. As the lips and the tongue of her unknown assailant and lover went up to her bare and now erect nipples, gently licking, suckling, nibbling.
Then more firmly she feels the mighty member sliding gently out of her and the man whispers into her chest, "Say my name."
Tiffany is breathing heavy but manages to get out. "Who... Who are you?"
But her sentence is cut off by a gasp as the man gently but tenderly slides his swollen member back into her tight virgin womanhood, each centimeter caressing her swollen clit making her whole body quake in ecstasy and desire. Moaning, she starts to say "Who are..." but is cut off by her own moan as his rises to match hers and he gently slides deep into her and then out again, gently and slowly.
He whispers loudly "You know who. Who do you want it to be?" and increases his speed, plumbing her depths.
In the darkness the moonlight shines through he window illuminating his powerful form but not his face and illuminating her blood red flushed face as she struggles to think, against the passion and lust exploding moment by moment in her mind. "I... I... Ddoon't kknoooowww..." she manages to moan. Faster, faster, her mind cannot possibly function as this man goes faster, harder, filling her, completing her. As this dark stranger in the night, once her captor, becomes the object of her desire, her passion, her obsession, her God. Faster, faster, faster. Her hips rise to meet his as they come down to fill her and the bed shakes. She moans again and again louder and louder, and his moans rise to match hers. Harder, faster like an inexorable machine he pounds into her and she slams against him each moment like an immense flood of heavenly pleasure running through her body, her veins, her mind and soul. She feels the pressure build in her not slowly like she is used to, but like lightening, like a swelling dam longing to burst and engulf her mind.