On a cold wintery night, Daria looked outside the window of her chambers and studied the snowflakes softly singling down to the ground covering it like a white blanket. She stood there silhouetted against the small candle that lit up the room, for a few moments, before moving away and withdrew deeper towards the heavycurtained four-posted bed. On such cold nights, she always prefered the simplest, yet warmest and more practical of nightgowns. Seating down on the edge of the magnificent well decorated bed, she slips off her slippers and pushes them to the side with a nudge of her paws, lifting her gown-covered legs under the folds of the heavy blankets and snuggled down, relaxing for her sleep for this night.
Outside, in the cover of the white-tipped evergreens, a pair of green eyes observed the figure of the female in the victorian baywindow. Waiting until the coast was clear, he moved, treading quietened steps in the sound-muffling snow towards the closest wall of the mansion.
Unaware, Daria lay down for the night, resting her well accented furred feline head to the soft down of the encased pillows, closing amber eyes and relaxes, welcoming the embrace of light dreams, the beginning of her slumber.
Stealthily, the darkmasked observer climbed the wintery naked vines that crept up the walls to her bedchambers whilst the silent snow still singled down like light, light feathers to the ground down below.
Sleep entered the folds of her mind, relaxing her body and soul with calm breathing, even when a dog sounded a bark in the distance, she didn't stir. He paused amidst his climb, listening.. resuming upwards, he went higher reaching the window that was left slightly ajar and slipped inside into the dark room.
Quietly Brandon slips to her bedside, moving with a perfect stealth and pauses.. observing her once again, this time whilst she breathes relaxed. A stirr, and Daria rolled onto her side, curling up under the thick heavy blankets.
A small smirk lingers on his masked face whilst she lay there asleep. His prey. Cautiously he reaches, folding back the deepred covers from her gowned form to his curious green gaze.
Peacefully Daria slumbered on, noting nothing of her dark admirer in the night. Black claws gently caress her soft yellow furred cheek and he sat down on her bedside with much care. 'Not yet.' he thought to himself 'would this sleeping beauty need to .. wake.' Gently folding back the covers further from her inevitable body, down to the foot-end of the bed and gazed at her for a lingering moment.
Clawtips traced lightly down the lines of her nightgown, tipping at the hem for a second. Withdrawing, Brandon scanned the darkened chamber, spying silken scarves on the dresser. Smirking anew, he rose with caution, careful to not waken her.. yet, and fetched five scarves, returning soon to her sleeping grace.
One scarf he looped around her left wrist and gently tied it to one of the bedposts, taking her other, he tied that to the right post without awakening her. Soon, he did the same with her feet, leaving her asleep spreadeagled on the bed in her nightclothes as his carnal lusts grew, only imagining what he could do with her innocence this dark night.
