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Deamon Nights
by A.J. Heard
I've always loved foggy nights in the fall. The secret darkness. The echoes of unseen feet, always in the distance receding faster and faster till they fade away in the night.
Walking in the older section of town. Footsteps echoing up long walkways to stately doors. Misty lights behind lacy curtains, the smell of wood smoke tingling my nose as I float along the abandoned street. Moving steadily to the end and the park there overlooking the Harbor, I think of youthful pursuits. Capture the flag and hide and seek. I'm almost able to hear the sound of footfalls stealthy on the wide green lawn at my back. I stop and realize the footfalls are real. Spinning around I see him, seeming to float towards me through the silver misty night.
I watch him approach, my breathing deepens, aching tension floods through me. I am aware of growing sensations of heavy heat between my legs. A pulling as of a magnet drawn to iron. Insistent, unavoidable. He has reached me and putting out a pale hand gently strokes my cheek, sending ribbons of flame coursing through me to strike my center like a burning arrow to target. He pulls me close, walking to the grassy bank under the trees, where lying down, he unwraps me like a gift of expensive chocolates, looking closely at every article as if donned expressly for his pleasure.
Finally naked and vulnerable as his glowing eyes search my skin inch by heated inch, he curiously rubs the peaking nipple with rough scaled thumb, as if something unknown. Pinching and pulling, only to let go suddenly to watch the flesh shiver and tremble. Bending his head he sniffs curiously, gingerly stroking the aching tips with impossibly long black rasping tongue, flicking out snakelike to wrap sensuously around like an old fashioned barber pole, squeezing rhythmically.
Trailing his pointed nail down the center of my chest to my navel, He pauses to tug at the ring piercing my skin creating waves of hot urges to blossom deep within me. Breathing deeply like a hound on the scent, his tongue probing and slithering across the tender bud peeking from wet protective folds. Stopping his eyes now glowing hot like magma from the depths, again he continues to lick and suck, sending exquisite ripplings of lust throughout me. His tongue slowly trailing farther, my hips rise involuntarily inviting his penetration. Moving through a hot slippery passage, slurping softly drinking from me then moving in and out inciting my hips to follow in the timeless dance.
I can feel him wrapped around my womb, contracting, rubbing. He rises up, removing his hot mouth from me leaving my flesh sore and raw. Unzipping his pants he releases an appendage to match the incredible proportions of his tongue. I am in heat as he touches it to my swollen lips, slowly working it into me. I can feel every impossible inch sliding slowly up into me. I am so inconceivably sensitive I can feel every little vein every pore. Suddenly he retreats, leaving me empty and aching but only to plunge in with such force I cry out, hips arching up to meet him thrust for thrust. Pumping with intensity, sending shockwave after shockwave through me, I feel it building up to erupt as I scream out my release to the night.
Opening my eyes after what seems an eternity, I find myself surrounded by strangers making noises of solicitation. "You are all right but you had some sort of seizure and fainted. This gentleman saw you fall and hurried to assist you."
And as I listen to all their explanations , I can feel
the rawness of my body under my neatly replaced clothes. Turning to the
tall man responsible for my "rescue" I start to give him my thanks
when he winks at me, with one glowing golden eye.
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