Deep in the night, the moon throws its silver beams downward into the trees, the forest illuminated with light shining thru the branches, making it seem mystical and haunting. The branches move lightly with the wind, throwing their shadows this way and that, causing the forest floor to seem to be dancing to a slow beat. Slowly out of the shadows of the forest, one shadow emerges larger than the others, moving forward at a quickened pace, seeming to hurry to catch the rays of the moon as they play farther and farther afield. This shadow moves with determination, with a singular purpose, it seems, as it bursts from the forest in the shape of a man, his dark clothes flowing behind him as he races towards his goal. His speed is almost too much to be seen clearly; in fact, if one were to close their eyes for a mere second, the shadow would seem to have already gone past, already almost lost to a mortal eye.
The shadow's face darkens and his eyes narrow slightly as he sees his goal looming before him - the house of the sleeping beauty. He has not forgotten her, not forgotten her raven hair, her silky creamy skin, nor has he forgotten her scent, still calling to him in the night. His nostrils flare slightly as he catches that scent upon the night's breeze, stirring the hunger in him. He leaps to her window, gladdened to see it cracked open slightly, as if she knew he would return for her. Slowly, carefully, he enters her chamber, his eyes drawn to her as she sits before her mirror, wearing her nightgown of thin cotton, slowly brushing her raven hair with a silver handled brush. He notes the low burning fire in the fireplace, and the candles melted down almost to their bases, as they must have burned all night. Has the beauty been waiting for him, he wonders? Can she have known that he would return to her this night, as he promised he would, the last time he was in this chamber, the night he kissed her sweet center, tasted her essence? He gazes at her, softly sensuously brushing her long locks, her eyes partly closed, seemingly lost in thought. In the mirror's reflection, he can see her cheeks slightly flushed; making him smile darkly as he wonders what thoughts could she have to cause such a reaction. The black desire returns to his eyes, as he breathes in deeply her scent, her heartbeat faint, yet still calling to him. From the shadowed corner, he whispers into the room, into the candlelight,
"Good evening, my lovely little beauty...I hope you haven't been waiting long..."
As the whispered words come out of the shadows, the beauty jumps to her feet, swirling around to face her danger. A shadow emerges from the corner, stepping into the candlelight...a tall, dark shadow with a soft smile playing about his lips. She takes him in, noting the pale skin, the dark clothes, the black hair...the black eyes gleaming with a soft light as he stands before her, gazing at her with something almost like hunger. She takes a startled breath and one step backward, clutching the brush tightly within her hand as she wonders if she has time to flee. The shadow smiles softly, almost gently, his smile belying the look in his eyes as he murmurs,
"Ah come now, my lovely...surely you hadn't forgotten we have met once before? Close your eyes and remember your dream. Do you remember it, my lovely? Do you remember your shadow lover...do you remember me?"
He smiles with satisfaction as her cheeks flood with color, knowing that yes, she does indeed remember her dream, her dream where he knelt over her, kissing her sweet center, sucking gently on her little clit, tasting her, and promising to return to claim more from her. He watches her face, her eyes growing larger as she realizes that the shadow has emerged from her dreams, to stand before her now, in her candlelit bedchamber, with a smoldering gaze, as he studies her reaction to his words. He raises his hand, beckoning to her to come closer to him.
"Come to me, my beauty...there is no reason to fear. Did I harm you in your dream? No, of course I didn't...in fact; I gave you great pleasure, did I not? So, come to me, little beauty..."
He breathes her scent in deeply, hearing her heartbeat quicken, knowing she is afraid, yet she takes a step closer, then another, the candlelight illuminating her body beneath the thin cotton, her breasts high and firm; the nipples protruding slightly thru the fabric. He extends his hand to her as she comes closer to him, moving slowly with uncertain steps, yet coming to him nonetheless. Taking her small hand in his, he turns her slowly before him, drinking in her beauty, her rounded breasts, her firm legs, the triangle between her thighs, the sweet apple bottomed little ass...her hair, flowing freely down her back, her scent tantalizing him as he turns her back around to face him. He moves closer, taking her chin in his hand, tilting her face upwards to look deep within her eyes, the candlelight causing the green flecks in her eyes to sparkle. He leans in, brushing his cool lips against hers, hers so soft and full, their moistness causing the hunger in him to almost burn with his need for her. He touches her hair softly, gently, tangling his fingers in the silk of it; runs his fingers down her face, the creamy skin like satin beneath his fingers. He traces the outline of her lips, running his thumb over her top lip, her lower lip. He kisses her once more, before whispering,
"Come, my lovely...let us dance."
He chuckles softly as she takes a surprised breath at his words, and taking her within his arms, he leads her slowly about the room, the candlelight throwing shadows along the floor. He keeps one hand at the middle of her back, while holding her small hand within his own, leading her in a slow waltz. He smiles at her questioning look, saying softly,
"We have no need of music, lovely...the beat of your heart is a song sweet like no other, close your eyes, and listen closely...can you hear it, love? Can you hear your heart beating? It is the siren's song, calling to us to dance, to make love in the shadows of the candlelight. Can you hear it now, my sweetling?"
He gathers her closer to him, breathing in deeply the scent of her hair, her skin, letting the sound of her heartbeat wash over him. The scent of her blood reminds him of his hunger, and he kisses her softly on her ruby lips, noting her eyes are still closed and she is allowing him to lead her in the dance. He twirls her slowly around, and stops, standing behind her. He gently raises her arms above her head, holding them there as he takes one hand and trails it softly down her body, grazing the underside of one breast with his fingers, down her stomach, over her hip, down her thigh. He reaches the hem of her cotton shift and draws it slowly upwards, back up her thigh, up over her hip. The cool night air reaches her bared legs, giving her little goose bumps as she feels the chill.
Leaving her arms raised above her head, he reaches down and draws the nightgown up over her body, over her head, leaving her standing nude before him. The candlelight illuminates her skin, and he catches his breath at the sight of her body, her skin like honey, soft and begging to be touched, kissed. He lets his gaze travel down, to her rounded hips, to the crevice between her buttocks, down her legs. He lowers himself to one knee, and kisses the back of her thigh, letting his lips trail upwards towards her ass, kissing her there on one cheek. He bites her gently, once, and then turns her to face him. He drinks in her beauty, her nipples hardening before him, stiffening beneath his gaze. He kisses the hollow of her stomach, right below her bellybutton. Looking up, he sees her eyes partly closed and he smiles. He traces a finger down her leg, slowly, teasingly, then lifts her leg up and drapes it across his shoulder. He hears her sudden intake of breath, and looking back up at her, sees her eyes slightly widen.
Leaning forward, he inhales the scent of her, breathing in deeply. He kisses her slowly, running his tongue around her clit, feeling it swell, harden, sucking on it lightly. He moves his tongue in slow, circular motions, holding her to him with his hands on her hips. He can hear her breathing quicken, and soft moans escaping from her soft lips. Her leg begins to tremble, and he grins to himself, knowing she won't be able to stand much longer, as he continues his pleasurable assault on her little mound, continues his gentle sucking, his caressing with his tongue. He gently kneads her buttocks, holding her to him, keeping her standing upright on the one trembling leg. Her heart is beating faster now, her head thrown back, her sable locks trailing down her back. Her eyes are closed now, and she is lost to the pleasure of his kisses, soft little murmurs coming from her as he increases his tempo, his tongue moving faster. He slowly inserts his tongue into her pussy, tasting her. He smiles again as she moans, knowing she is close. He stands suddenly, and lifts her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. She lets out a startled cry, but he whispers to her,
"Shhh, lovely... shhh...Let me lay you down here, and I will bring you further pleasure."
She wraps her arms around his neck and clings to him as he lowers her to the bed. He kisses her softly on her sweet moist lips. Standing back, he sheds his clothes quickly, all the while gazing at her laying on the bed, her skin aglow in the candlelight, her legs drawn up slightly, her eyes still partly closed as she feels her body wanting something, her nipples stiff and erect. Lowering himself alongside her, he breathes her scent in deeply, letting it wash over him...the scent of her hair, the light scent of soap from her bath, the tantalizing scent of her blood. He closes his eyes and listens to her heartbeat, its siren song soothing him as he cups her face in his hand and kisses her softly, deeply. He says softly,
"My little lovely, my little sleeping beauty...I shall have you this night. I told you before we were not yet done, and I keep my promises. And, my little lovely...we have only just begun..."
