Amity and her husband had just arrived in Europe for their honeymoon. They were going to a small Greek island.
John had told Amity that it was hard to get a place there, as it was rather old fashioned. He hoped that his new wife wouldn't think it was too old fashioned. It was an old castle surrounded by rocks along the southern side and had a crescent beach at the front.
A ferry took them to the island, and Amity jumped up and down with glee at the sight of the castle. John was happy that she liked it.
She noticed another slim young girl jumping up and down as well. She remembered that her name was Melanie. They had spoken before, and found that they were both fit and sporty.
Amity gazed at the big, grey, stone castle. She thought it looked so romantic and she felt a thrill with the thought that John was finally going to make love to her after waiting so long. She had held him off for a long time, and felt as keen as he probably did.
The ferry docked and several couples strolled down the gangplank. Amity looked around at the others and realized they were all honeymooning couples.
The couples were met by two old women of indeterminate age. They greeted the couples warmly and everybody was soon settled in.
After an evening meal, the two ladies told the couples that they were on their own for their first night. They wished them a good night and disappeared up the stone staircase.
Amity noticed that they stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back. One was staring intently at her and her eyes seemed to glow red. She thought it must be a trick of the light. The other woman was staring intently at the gorgeous young Melanie and her eyes seemed to glow red as well.
Amity felt a strange thrall for a moment, and then the women turned and disappeared from view into the darkness of the stone corridors.
She shook her head and looked at John. He was standing up and holding out his hand. He asked "What is the matter, Darling?"
She blinked a few times and shook her head. "Nothing" she answered as he took his hand and led her up the stairs.
Their room was a typical stone room with an open window just as it would have been centuries ago. The bed was a canopied four poster and Amity thrilled at the thought of what was soon to take place on those lovely white sheets. She was thrilled, but also nervous, as she'd saved herself for her husband until she was married to him. She was a virgin. And tonight she was to lose her virginity.
She opened her bag and took out a transparent white silk chemise that she'd secretly packed for her first ever night with her new husband. She was beautiful and didn't really need any dressing up, but when John went off to the bathroom, she stripped and slid it on, over her beautiful nakedness. Glancing down at herself she saw how her pink nipples pressed visibly against the material and he love-hair showed through it as well.
She climbed onto the bed and lay back in the middle of the white sheets. She started to feel sexy! Amity smiled to herself and wondered if her husband was feeling sexy also. He seemed to be taking a long time in the bathroom.
Amity heard the big oak door creaking and glanced at it. It was slowly closing and she wondered if a breeze was making it close.
It closed then, with a solid thunk, and Amity suddenly felt a soft breeze blow on her thighs. The breeze lifted the hem of her chemise and blew it up over her waist.
She felt the breeze stir the silky hair of her love and gave a shudder of delight. Her sex was getting more and more aroused as she waited for John.
Amity brushed the hem down to cover her love-mound and almost immediately the breeze blew the hem up again, exposing her moistening love.
She brushed the hem down a third time, but once more, the breeze blew the hem up again. This time, she felt the breeze blow stronger, not only stirring her silky love-hair again, but blowing the gauzy material till it rubbed over her nipples, making them jut up stiffly.
Amity closed her eyes and thrust her hips up, making her sex pout as she became more aroused. She was about to brush the hem of the gauzy chemise down again, but couldn't move her arms. It was as if she couldn't move her body.
She moaned as her arousal became more intense. She tried to call out to John, but she couldn't make a sound. And it was getting harder to think because of the tingling between her thighs.
Amity wondered what her new husband was doing while this was happening to her. She wanted him to take her so very much. She was surprised that she was aroused and not so nervous.
Meanwhile, John had come out of the bathroom and suddenly felt dizzy. He put his hands to his head as he staggered down the stone corridor.
He didn't know where he was going and rambled along this corridor and that corridor, thinking that he couldn't call out as there were other couples here.
Then his mind began to blur and he wound up on a balcony, slipping sleepily onto the stone floor. He hadn't noticed that there was another young man there already sleeping the sleep of the hypnotized. Nor had he noticed two large sinuous shapes perched high upon the rocks up near the back of the castle.
As the two young men slipped into sleep the two shapes spread leathery wings and glided towards two of the big stone openings that served as windows.
Behind one of those windows lay Amity, wondering where her new husband was, and behind the other lay another beautiful young virgin bride waiting for her husband as well. Melanie was the gorgeous 20-year old with red hair and pale skin. Three more reasons that she had also been picked for a night of magical lust by the two eternal residents of the ancient castle.
Moments later in Amity's room she thought she saw a movement over by the window, but could only turn her eyes. She couldn't move her head any more than she could move any other part of her body.
