Looking through the darkness, she sees the shadows stir, calling to her. Two piercing eyes glow, staring at her, watching hips swaying as she walks softly on the pads of her feet. She hears his alluring call and though she tries, she cannot stop herself from continuing towards it. Her breath becomes shallow as her heart increases it's pace, the adrenaline beginning to flow through her veins as she heads into the unknown.
He follows behind her, his footsteps silent as he stalks ever closer. The wind shifts her scent to him and he inhales deeply, memorizing the smell of her musk. He can tell she is nervous. It is good. He wants her fear, her anger, her lust. He gets close enough to make a noise she can hear, causing her to glance back before beginning to walk a bit more quickly ahead of him. She can't see him. He is the color of the shadows surrounding her.
A crackling noise can be heard ahead. The shadows obscure the sound. It could be anything. Her breathing quickens, causing her chest to heave a bit, making her breasts sway more. The shadows tighten around her, restricting her movement until it is no longer an option. She begins to whimper, feeling her cunt dampen even more through her fear. The shadows pull her arms from her sides and slowly bend her so she is on her knees, ass in the air and legs spread.
He steers closer to her, until he is close enough to touch her. He knows she can hear his breathing. He hears as her breathing quickens; he feels her tremble through the shadows. He touches her and feels her flinch. His nails run down her back, up her sides, and over her shoulders. She is crying now, helpless. She is his. His cock is hard with his desire for her as he teases himself by being so close but not taking her. She is not aggressive. She knows that to fight will make it worse for her. She remains quiet, feeling him touch her, so close but so far away. She is aware that she cannot get away. She has resolved herself to be taken.
He walks around behind her, footsteps ever silent, not letting her know where he will be next. His fingers caress her hips, over her ass before moving down, and dipping a finger inside her cunt. He groans, unable to stop himself. Finger removed, he pushes his cock into her, burying it deep inside her. She moans, her cunt muscles squeezing against him uncontrollably, milking him. He stays for a moment before he begins to fuck her, taking her hard, forcing her cunt to stretch around him as he thrusts in and out of her.
The shadows reach up under her, settling on her hard little clit. It feels so good, as if she's being licked while being fucked and it's not long before she starts helping him fuck her ever harder, taking all of his cock. She cries out, her orgasm wracking her body. He does not stop. He takes her over and over again until she can not move any longer. Only then, when he has taken her very last orgasm, does he cum. His cock spasms, exploding inside her. Once his orgasm takes its toll he settles down beside her, settling the shadows over them like blankets.
She sits up. It is morning and she is in her bed. She shakes her head, wondering at the dream she'd had the night before. As she gets up, she feels how sore she is. She is confused by this because she knows she hasn't done anything that could cause it. Once in the bathroom, she turns to the full length mirror admiring herself until she turns and sees the bruises on her ass. As if someone had been gripping her ass tightly in their hands while they fucked her in the shadows.
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