A brisk autumn night. Leaves rustle in the wind. The jagged edges of tree limbs are illuminated in the bright moonlight. The curtain sways from the open window. She lays there, on her back. Missing her love. Wishing he was there. To hold her, to feel her, to take her. Trapped in mid sleep, she's in between worlds. Sensing her love nearby, she cracks an eye open. Nothing there. She utters a sigh and tries to allow sleep to claim her, hopeful that she at least gets taken in her dreams.
Her nipples stand at attention. There's that feeling again. Someone's there, but not. The dark room is empty, except for her personal effects adorning her chamber, lit a glow in dim blue moonlight. But this time she cannot shake that feeling. Scanning the shadows, she still sees nothing. But she knows, her lover is near.
She relaxes in her bed. Brushing restricting clothing aside. Allowing for easier access. Temptation too great, claiming her. She brushes her hand over her breasts. Her nipples catching her attention. She so requires plenty of attention. She massages them, playfully. Taking each to her lips. Her other hand rushes down in between her legs, slipping beneath leopard panties. Fingering clit, getting wet, producing sweat. Her hot breathing echoes in her cold room. Tightening her grip on her tit, her fingers increase their violation of her cunt. Her body arches and her hand is drenched just like that.
Her body falls limp, sweaty and now cold from the autumn breeze invading her room. She licks the lovely juices from her fingers. Too lazy; tired rather; to shut the window, she just pulls the covers up to her neck, hoping that she gets taken by lustful dreams before the sun rises. She's in so dire need of it. So in dire need of her love.
She slinks away into dream.
The wind blows more furious. A mist enters her chamber. Fog, unreal. Collects at the foot of her bed. Then her covers are slowly slipped away. An ethereal breath is heard, in dream. She moans. Cold claiming her. Her nipples beneath her white top once again standing erect. The sheet passes her tummy, cold air making her squirm. Now sliding over her animal skinned sex, still wet from earlier. Down her bare white legs building speed and finally off her plump toes. Her bare feet suddenly shifting searching for warmth.
They don't search for long.
A warm breath glides across her feet, relaxing her toes. Making love to each. She could swear she could feel lips and tongue blessing each little piggy. Along the balls of her feet, up her arch, around her ankles. The last makes her shudder, but she still does not wake. She doesn't want to. Heat rising up her bare legs, along her knees, fingers tickling her calves, caressing her thighs. Her sex becoming wetter. Drenched, drowning. Feeling a warmth that could only be one thing. There's a stillness in the air. Her breathing quickens. A cold fog forming over her from her breath. Then her breath is held. Waiting.
Her legs are suddenly spread open with an incredible force, unexpectedly shocking her from her sleep. There her legs remain, open, primed and ready. Her arms are to her side above her head. Unable to move. Feeling such an incredible warmth. She feels her womanhood being probed, rubbed, a familiar hot breath caressing her. She begins to leak more lust. She feels something enter her, slithering, deep. Her panties are not even moved. She's being penetrated through them. She can barely hear an ghostly ethereal breath. Her pulse quickens.
Her pelvis is suddenly lifted off the bed. Something enters with vigor. All to real, it threatens to split her in two. Her legs flail in the air. She's being violated by something very strong. No, seduced. And she loves it. She has never felt anything so pure. What lust really is, what lust should be. She cries out with each trust. The entity burrowing deeper still. Slight discomfort giving in to further pleasure.
"...take me..." she utters.
