Soldier Of The Glades Ch 01 02

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Pt. 1

Silent footsteps heard as she made her way over the leaf littered forest floor towards the ancient boardwalk. Those ardent embers of forest glen green peered through thick golden-flecked lashes as they wandered about in mild disarray. Pale strands of light filtered down through the tree's dark canopy to play over satin smooth skin, as the stars shone brightly like tiny diamonds cast upon a midnight velvet canvas. The night was cool this evening as she felt a slight breeze shift from the North to the South and billow in her direction, sending shivers of ice about the delicate arch of her spine. The tiny hairs at the nape of her slender neck turning upwards in silent greeting of the nights dark embrace.

The rustling of the dry leaves and the sound of booted feet marching on the wooden walk...wait...booted feet marching on the walk? She hadn't reached the walk as of yet, so who could it be? Her mind was racing in many directions at once as she paused in her journey back to camp. That lithe form came to a halt suddenly as she strained to listen. The breeze stirred those cinnamon colored tresses and sending glossy tendrils of silk about the soft arch of her cheek. Her expression was one of deep endowing thought when those long lashes covered glowing hues of jade when she tried to concentrate on the sounds echoing around her.

There, she heard it, marching, and with it the faint murmurs of male voices reverberating throughout the shadows of the glades "Who must it be?" she asked herself, no one was supposed to be out this time of night. No one else was at the campsite except her. Those lush lashes fluttered open as she took in a breath of the heady forest scents mixed with that of her floral perfume. Turning her form in the direction of the noises before taking one idle step towards the walkway before she heard it.

Breathing, deep ragged breathing, behind her, definitely nothing of the human sort as it seemed to gasp in breath after breath. It sounded like that of a horse who was suffering from broken wind. "Yes, that was It." she thought as she placed the exact sound. Her body was frozen stock still for fear of movement, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Her own breath lodged in the deep recesses of her throat. A deep chill went all the way down to her bones, filling them with their glacial coldness as she closed her eyes yet again. She took one deep courage gathering breath before spinning around towards the sound, pivoting on those tiny feet.

Opening her eyes with fluttering quickness she tried to glimpse what might have been behind her...but nothing was there. Her normal breathing came back as she had been holding her breath and had not realized this fact. The small silver necklace that had been resting peacefully in the hollow of her throat was now rising and falling with every breath she took. She spun about in a three sixty-degree circle and back again. "Where is it?" She thought. "Am I going crazy?" Questions swamping her mind as she continued to search the area with those eyes of emerald. So sure she was that there would be something there when she had turned. Thoroughly miffed at this fact and trying to deceive herself with the fact that it was only her imagination. She gave the surrounding forest one last glance before turning and walking in the direction of the camp.

That's when she felt it. Warm hot breath feathering over the back of her neck. The hot moistness sent icy tremors through her entire being as she froze in the midst of the deserted fall forest. She was afraid to turn and glimpse what might have been behind her when she took off in a sprint. Then the thudding of hoof beats echoed throughout her mind. Low hanging branches grabbed at her form with bone like fingers and scratched at her clothing and skin beneath. The hot sense of fear a direct contrast to that of the ice like chill she felt tingling up and down the small of her back. So near, yet so far from her encampment.

She kept up the pace until she felt she was about to collapse. The unearthly being gaining ground by the very second, running her down until she had no life left within her. Then all of a sudden it stopped. "Was she crazy?" she kept thinking to herself. As those small yet very shapely breasts heaved up and down in rapid rhythm to her heart's quickened beat. "Had it happened at all?" she asked yet again, trying to keep her sanity and trying to regain some security that denial gave her. "Of course it hadn't happened." she told herself, "I imagined it all" All the while knowing full well that deep down she knew that it was real. All to real.

After calming her violently fluttering heart and getting over the searing heat in her exasperated lungs she continued on her way back towards her camp. But only after a few steps she felt a strong arm slip around her throat and ghostly cold fingertips splay themselves over those tiny heart shaped lips of rose colored honey. At the same time another arm constricted itself about her middle, digging roughly into her soft yet firm hips and pulling her backwards into a solid wall of icy stone. No, not icy stone, but a wall of solid muscle. Yet there was this deathly cold around her, seeping it's way inside her body. Invading her like an arctic snake and coiling around her entrails, freezing her from the inside out, yet burning her from her own fear.

Pt. 2

Those brilliant eyes of hers widening in panic as she struggled with all her being, but it just wasn't enough, for a certain ethereal force seemed to restrain her, paralyzing her and leaving her vulnerable to this sordid molestation. Her voice seemed to be confined within that slender throat of hers. Imprisoned by this yet to be seen force, she nearly fainted from the anxiety of the whole situation. She could feel his glacial breath scorching the skin of her delicately designed features, against the smoothness of her cheek, down the gentle arch of her throat, making her whole body shiver in feared ecstasy. It was as if she knew exactly what was to happen to her, and she was powerless against it, a frightful knowing of the impending consummation she knew was soon to arrive.

Tears started to well up upon those thick lashes as she succumbed to the force that was intent on taking her. At the same time she was shoved roughly face first up against a lofty tree, the coarse bark snagging that velvet smooth skin and replacing the fine milky tone with scratches of scarlet in his wake. A malevolent laugh gusted from his full lips to spill over her entire body like an intruder's satanic caress, and yet she was still unable to cry out. Lifting one of those sinfully large hands to delve deep into her silken tresses and latch brutally to their confines. Pulling her head back at a painful angle so that she was looking up to the blackened sky, he continued his assault upon her physically as well as mentally taunting her with images he placed inside her pretty little head.

Pushing up against her firm round heart shaped bottom only made him even crazier with his need to be warm. His need to possess. Grinding himself harshly against her he continued his violation of her being as the fingertips covering her mouth found entrance into her heated wetness, two fingertips stroking themselves over her tongue, pressing themselves against those petite pearly whites. He couldn't take it anymore, her had to feel more of her. Raking those fingertips from the sweet depths of her mouth he grabbed at her thin shirt and ripped it diagonally across her breasts, and still she was unable to speak. The only sound she made was an inaudible murmur among the trees around them.

As she tried to scream out and yet again nothing escaped the deep confines of her paralyzed vocals she felt his enormous hardness pressing into her backside the same time she felt a rush of chill night air against her petite breasts, tightening those juicy raspberry colored nipples into tiny rock hard pebbles. Then all of a sudden she felt herself being turned swiftly around at a break-neck speed, only to have her back pressed tightly against the harsh roughness of the giant tree. The bark now digging into her naked back. Her entire upper torso was now displayed luxuriously to his view and he found it all to appeasing to his appetite.

Wanting more, he bound both of her tiny wrists with one of his large hands above her head and slid his other hand beneath her skirt, ripping her dainty panties down her shapely thighs. She had closed her eyes to keep the tears of shame from falling earlier, and now she kept them tightly closed only because her terror wouldn't let her open them. He looked down at her then, looked over her features that could have easily been carved by the hand of an angel, she was so stunning he could barely contain himself any longer. Easing his grip upon her, he let go of those tiny wrists. Yet she was still frozen in fear as he looked upon her nearly bare body. Slim shoulders tapering down to a nymphets tiny waist and delectable naval, then filling out to luscious hips. How he was going to enjoy her tonight...

Leaning in closer towards her he let his cold breath slither it's way down the side of her neck and toy with her tiny shell shaped ear. "Open those beautiful eyes for me.." his voice merely a rough rustling among the fall leaves. Full golden flecked lashes flickered open with terrified hesitancy at his command. Then widened in astonishment at what she saw.

An extremely attractive young soldier dressed in Union blues from when the civil war had raged centuries ago. "But how could this be?" her mind floundered for some sort of reasonability. But the thing that frightened her the most was his eyes. Bottomless, soulless, whatever you may call them. As deep a black as onyx itself one could fall into their depths and never return. They burned with a fire so blistering hot and froze with an iciness so cold that she knew they were ever seared into her mind's eye. Those cupid's bow lips of hers parted in astonishment, and as she did so he couldn't help himself any longer.

Taking her lips with such a brazen passion that she thought he was going to bruise her sensitive lips, his tongue snaking it's way into her sweet mouth, tasting her and liking it so much he couldn't help but press her harder against the large tree. Nearly crushing her succulently supple body in the process. She tasted of such a sweetness that he had longed for what seemed like an eternity. He had to have her.