It had been a full month since I had driven down this road, this night being very much the same as the other. Though the season was changing, the leafy boughed trees, which canopied this road, still filtered the light from the full moon as it shown brightly in the gray September sky. Looking upward, I savored that light, drew my strength from it. I knew where I was going this time. He had beckoned me and I knew I could no more not go than I could decide not to breathe. He was inside me now; mind... spirit... soul. So when his summons came to me I rose from my bed, not bothering with any other clothing save for the sheer black negligee in which I slept, and entered my car. Setting out to answer his beckoning call. I knew it was after midnight but that did not matter. I must answer. From my very first encounter with this man I knew I was his.
I had met him here, in this cemetery on an unusual night not so long ago. He was a strange tall dark figure standing alone among the headstones and I was simply out for a summer stroll in the middle of the night. Something I did often, never having been concerned with things that may or may not happen to a woman alone in the dark. Why I approached him when I saw him, I cannot say but it was as though I was not acting of my own free will. As if he beckoned me and I had to obey. It was here he first violated me but yet I openly welcomed that violation. Me, a woman who always prided herself on being independent and never subservient to anyone, I allowed his control openly. His taking of me seemed to make me whole... complete. Yet I know there is no other I would ever allow this much of me. I was singular, never bonded, until now. He is my Master.
My short black negligee billowed behind me in the soft autumn wind and though there was a mild chill to the air, I scarce noticed. The sole purpose of my nocturnal visit foremost in my mind, overshadowing all other issues. I felt no climatic discomforts, no hunger, no fear of the night. My hand brush lightly down the front of my filmy gown and stopped at the lower abdomen. Though it had only been a month I knew it was there. I could feel it... Growing... Feeding... Seething inside me. His spirit...his seed.
As I approached the area where I had my first encounter with him, the voice inside me spoke. "Pass by," it whispered in my mind. The voice was low... Echoey. "I await you over here...over here..." The sound was distant, yet near. Inside me, all around me, beyond the cemetery limits. It bounced, first from one ear, then the other, like the sound a good stereo makes with a well-made CD. I continued on.
Passing a particularly large statue I sensed an intent gaze. My heart raced as I felt whatever it was looking at me, reach deep within. I could see the blood red points of light that were its eyes staring hungrily at me. Still I proceeded. My old fortitude remained, as did my non-fear of anything unknown. I never feared the bogeyman and I was not about to start. Beyond the cemetery limits, I entered the darkened woods, very foreboding, very ominous. I could sense his presence and could not understand his reluctance to show himself to me. Inwardly I wondered just where he intended our next encounter and was anxious for it to take place. I had never known a man such as he; never known fulfillment such as he had given unto me that night.
"This way," I heard a hushed guiding voice within me. "Come to my grove." It instructed. The voice ever low, ever echoing with enchantment but still tinged with a dangerous growl. My heartbeat quickened with anticipated excitement.
I saw out of the corner of my eye a shadowy figure as it darted from tree to tree. I couldn't see it clearly but what I did see seemed almost inhuman. Its stature was somewhat crouch like as if it were a normally four-footed animal walking upright on it's two hind legs. The head seemed larger than normal and the way it held its hands made them look paw like, with elongated fingers, clawed at the ends. Now my normally inward fearlessness was somewhat shaken as I realized what it was. Though the creature was only shadows to me now I thought I recognized its silhouette. Still feeling no real fear, ever the adventurous one, I continued.
Soon I entered a grove; an open place in the center of the dark forebodingness. Huge stone obelisks stood in a circle with a large flat stone slab across the top of every two. In the center was a great stone in the shape of a coffin, well worn, stained with immense age; stained with blood. The full moon brightness illuminated this stony casket as if showing my way. I saw the figure then, and my heart raced. This was not what I had expected. Still I stood stoically, ready to accept my fate. My filmy negligee now blew wildly behind me, as the wind seemed to increase, clinging to every curve of my body. It left no imagination to my attributes.
Then, as if to frighten me, the thing, which had pursued me, leaped out from behind the obelisk directly in front of me and landed, crouched on nearly all fours. I immediately recognized the beast. It was a Demon that had entered my dreams often. Its ears were pointed, sticking through somewhat long human/animal hair that reached to the middle of its shoulder blades and I could see the sharp fangs protruding from its mouth. Its jaws slavering, eyes deep glowing red. There was a hint of the tip of a horn in the middle of its forehead; the entire body was covered with a light hair, almost fur like. As it slowly inched toward me, still down all fours, I noticed how its hind feet were elongated, very much like the paws of a wolf and its front feet/hands, though they had definite fingers, resembled paws also, with extremely long claw like fingernails. I stood, my heartbeat pounding furiously in my ears. This is what my Master had in store for me? My mind felt its first sense of uncertainty.
The beast sniffed the air in my direction as I slowly took small hopefully unnoticed steps backwards. I was unsure what I would do now, the thought of my Master was strong within me but I was unsure of the intentions of this beast. I came to an abrupt halt as my back encountered one of the obelisks. The Demon was upon me now; I knew there was no direction in which I could escape successfully. I placed my hand behind my back, feeling the roughness of the stone, bracing myself for what may come as the Beast caught up with me.
I felt the Demon's cold/hot breath as it sniffed the length of my legs and inwardly cursed my feel of excitement as it approached that most sacred of places. It lingered with its nose there for a moment, and I heard a low growly chuckle come from deep within its chest. It flicked its tongue out, lightly brushing against my clit thru the filmy negligee. I shuddered with unwanted desire. Then it continued upward, smelling every inch of my body. As it rose to its hind feet, I felt its fore paw/hand softly caress up the insides of my legs, gently forcing them open. The Beast's face was next to mine, one arm braced against the stone next to my head, and I saw its wide toothy grin spread as its hand went beneath my gown and came in contact with my privates, feeling my growing wetness.
