Longings and Loathings - Chapter 11

Apetece-me despir-te cada peça de roupa num deslizar suave como uma pena a acariciar a tua pele... Deixar-te quase como vieste ao mundo, sem medos, vergonhas, sem hesitação ou timidez.

Vejo como estremeces levemente e imediatamente aquele sorriso com requintes de malvadez que tão bem conheces apodera-se de mim enquanto te encaminho para a poltrona. Observas  impávido e sereno, reagindo apenas quando me debruço sobre ti apoiada nos braços da poltrona e te roubo um beijo com tantas palavras e desejos por expressar. 

É nesse momento que te sinto puxar-me mais para ti e as tuas mãos a repousar no fundo das minhas costas de inicio e depois a viajar suavemente para as minhas nádegas.

Deixo-me permanecer deste modo por uns momentos, ondulando o meu corpo contra o teu enquanto os beijos ficam mais profundos, mais intensos, os olhos mais brilhantes, as respirações mais aceleradas e a luxúria começa a apoderar-se de nós.

Afasto-me lentamente nunca perdendo os teus olhos dos meus e o sorriso maroto vem aos meus lábios novamente.  Sento-me na pequena mesa mesmo em frente a ti e deixo que uma melodia encha a sala, fecho os olhos e mexo-me lentamente ao ritmo de cada batida. Ouve-se Tito &Tarantula e a sua “After Dark” envolve-me, conduz o meu corpo enquanto me movimento  para ti, levantando o delicado vestido sobre a minha cabeça até sobrar apenas a lingerie preta rendada, as meias e os sapatos de verniz preto brilhante.

 

Componho a liga como que em câmara lenta, passo as mãos pelo comprimento da minha perna antes de me erguer e continuar com o lento balançar encantado pela guitarra que soa no fundo. Não te olho, mas sinto o teu olhar queimar na minha pele, a seguir os movimentos das minhas mãos que percorrem o meu corpo enrubescido, a seguir o movimento da minha anca enquanto rodo sobre mim mesma até ficar de costas para ti. 

Sinto-te perto, sei que não demoras a vir colocar os teus braços e mãos no corpo que grita por ti, puxas-me contra ti e empino o rabo contra o teu sexo que sinto já orgulhoso assente contra o meu rabo. Sinto-te beijar o meu pescoço, provocas-me com a ponta da tua língua e mordes como sabes que gosto e o gemido que solto pede por mais. Não paras mas passas para o lóbulo do meu ouvido e o meu corpo arqueia-se contra o teu enquanto te sinto brincar com o elástico da pequena tanga até rebentá-lo desnudando o meu sexo e a doce tortura na minha orelha a deixar-me ofegante. Sabes exactamente que botões pressionar em mim. 

Afasto-me de ti, pego na tua mão e começo a conduzir-te para o quarto. Olho-te por cima do ombro, sorrio para ti e mordo o lábio quando vejo nos teus olhos que me desejas tanto como te desejo. 

“Quero-te...” 

Não são necessárias mais palavras.

What Hides in the Dark - Darkness

Brenda woke up inside the wrecked car, the glass from the broken car window was everywhere along with the stuffing from the car seats.
It took her a moment to recall where she was and what had happened... Bruce.

The creature.... She thought and tried not make a sound as much as possible.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably and her first urge was to scream for help but it was still dark and she had no way of knowing if the creature still wondered close by to the car.

She remembered how the glass shattered, the creature was coming straight at her but it left her there.
Why?
 

 

She took a deep breath and started to raise herself as quietly as possible. The rustling of the broken glass over her making her hold her breath at each inch that she lowered her body. Everything around her was deadly silent, she feared for her brother and she needed to find him. 

"He may be dead... He may be dead." She began muttering. She peeked over the shattered window and saw nothing but the creapy woods and the marks left by Bruce'shands trying not be dragged away. She began shaking incontrollably and panic started to take over her at each passing second. 

A sound came from the woods breaking the silence of the night, an animalistic growl.

She started to struggle with the safety belt and with shaky hands she released it. 

She tried to open the door but it refused to give in, she heard the rustling of something moving and again the horrifying sound. 

She raised herself from the bench and started to slide herself out of the car through the broken window. 

"Shit..." she muttered as she cut herself  on the sharp edges of the window, the smell of blood overwhelmed her and she realized the consequences of her cut as the howl started to approach her. 

She tried to run back the way her and brother had driven from, but everything was pitch black. She struggled not to look back as she ran, her body fighting to keep conscient, her legs moving on pure survival instinct. 

Then she heard it and looked back... She screamed and almost lost her balance as she turned her back on the now pursuing creature. No, no, no.... Please...

"Someone help me, please!" She yelled but no lights but the one of moon were around, she sensed it coming close and strength beginning to faulter. 

On that moment she realized she was going to die.

She tripped and feel hard on the floor, digging the glass pieces deeper into her hands and legs. She cried, staining her clothes with the bloodied tears running down her face.  She turned herself on the floor to face the creature and watched with anhorrified expression as the creature gave the final jump in her direction. 

"Noooooooo!"

A gun shot sounded from behind her and then... Darkness.

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 5

The day she was waiting for was finally there and all the events she had to put herself up against seemed small compared to what was ahead of her that night.
The challenges, the dares, the revealing wet t-shirt contests and car-washes led to that day, the day she would be accepted at Delta Kappa Gama.

Christine was just as nervous as Karoline but her whole poise was flawless, they knew that after that night a life of success, fame and fortune would fill them.
"Let me adjust that make-up Karoline. How are you supposed to entertain our patrons with a smudged face?" Christine smiled and pressed the soft brush against her friend's face gently.

"I'm sorry but I can't help but to be nervous. We have worked very hard for this..."
"What are you afraid of?" She let her hand trail Karoline's chin line holding it up slightly to press her lips against hers softly. "You know they are all high-society and perfect gentlemen..." she purred "At least in the lounge and ballroom..." she slid her fingers inside Karoline's cleavage and touched her soft breast while moving her mouth to whisper on her hear "It's when they request time alone with you that you should be afraid...".

Karoline stood up and moved away from Christine, stopping in front of her boudouir table, watching Christine through the reflection of the mirror, moving to a velvet chaise-longue.
"I know the price to pay, but surely some of us will enjoy it more than others..." her green eyes darkening with the anticipating fear that seemed to overcome her by the hour.

"Innocent Karol, in the end we will all enjoy it"

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The room was beautifully, crimson colours dominated the ambiance and the glasses displayed on the many tables throughout the room.
Men sat at those tables, two per table, each one of them with larger opulence than the other. The girls who pledged themselves to the Sorority should prove themselves in this event. They all knew what meant to be accepted but some where not prepared for the cost.

The girls waited in another room to be called once the auction was over. Each of them assigned according to the one who bid the most for her, her future patron.
Once the list was completed, the gentlemen moved to a triangular room to receive their prize. The girls entered in line, forming a perfect triangle to match the room.

Christine winked at Karoline while moving to her patron, once she reached him, he slid his hands inside of her dress and into her labia. She laughed at Karol's disgusted expression.

Not before long the room was filled with stifled cries and moans from some of the pledges, growls and groans from the patrons.

"My dear, won't you stand for me?" the man asked Karoline gently and she did as told. She moved to face him shyly.

He rose her dress and pressed his face against her body, kissing her gently before ripping the lace panties that covered her slit. He pushed her legs further apart making her legs tremble with anticipation. Her clit was already throbbing and as he spread her swollen labia apart and tasted her, pleasure rippled through her. She arched her back and gripped his shoulders as he drew lazy circles around her clit with his tongue, making her rock slowly against the warmth of his mouth.

She felt ashamed but so very much alive... She was lucky he decided to please her on their first encounter, she looked across the room to see Christine on all fours being penetrated on her rose bud.
The sight of all the others, the smell and sound of sex only heightened her sensations.
Somehow she knew that this was only the beginning and she wanted so much more.

Khira Chronicles - The passion of Frederick

To live the afterlife waiting for her was unbearable but to long for her daughter also was driving him mad. Their resemblance sent shivers down his spine and made his longing even harder to contain.
She had never loved him, she always used him to keep boredom at bay during her mission he now realised...
But the warmth and the passion were real, it must have been.

He laid on his chambers and looked up to the ceiling recalling her intimate touch and their exchange of blood.
The way she soothed him was beyond words...The wet trail of her tongue, the feel of her skin against his...
The sound of her voice and the taste of her...

To have tasted her and to have lost her was too much and now, Khira.
So much like her mother... Much more than she was willing to admit or maybe she didn't know better.
But then again he knew how cold and cruel Eleannor could be and Khira didn't seem the killer vampire her royal blooded mother was...

Khira sounded young, untouched... he felt his own blood boil of just trying imagine if she had any of her mother's skills in the sensual arts.
"I'd love to taste her..." he exclaimed out loud.
"Frederick, did you say anything?"
"My dear Morgan, I was just thinking out loud. Rest my child."

It would be much simpler for him to simply love his child, his Morgan, but to him she was as his own daughter.
Eleannor wanted to simply discard her after torturing and feeding of her, but he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon the poor girl.
"That's only sign of your weakness and why you can not even be my lover outside court, Frederick" She told him before she left the city.

"Zephyr came looking for the newcomer today"
"What did he want?" He turned to face Morgan with fiery eyes and a raging expression.
"He wanted to invite the girl to break her fast with him tomorrow evening." she said with a sigh and shrug.

He would not lose another Bloody Clan woman. If Eleannor was his drug, Khira was his salvation and he would not let go of her so easily... Especially to Zephyr, she would not become just another trophy in his collection.

"Morgan, if someone comes looking for me simply tell them I am hunting..." He paced back and forth restlessly and proceeded "If Khira comes by tell her, I'll get her want she is looking for and to avoid Zephyr."
"Yes, Father" she shrugged while looking hungrily over the balcony to a innocent girl that strolled alone under the moonlight. She licked her fangs and kissed Frederick on the cheek before jumping into the night.

"Time to find an old friend..."