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?"
