Katherine opened her eyes. The clouds had cleared. A vast canopy of stars hung over the clearing, weakly illuminating the black.
He was standing over her. His figure and face were shrouded in darkness. Only his yellow eyes were visible, as they stared down at her naked body. Shining eyes, powerful ones that stole her breath, kept her playful fingers still.
‘I am formless, Katherine. I take a shape that frightens you. That excites you. Who frightens you, Katherine?’
‘I- I don’t want to say.’
The cold stone beneath her grew warm, warmer, until the heat made her whimper. ‘Tell me. Or the rock will boil.’
‘... The priest.’
‘The village priest? Robert Harker?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why does he scare you so?’
‘Because… because he looks at me in church. He stares.’
‘Does that scare you? Or excite you?’
There was no lying to him. Not with the stone burning against her back, making her writhe against the velvet cloak. ‘Both.’
‘Good.’ The creature stepped forward. ‘Tonight, the first night, we walk that fine line between fear and desire.’
Katherine gasped. It was Robert Harker, down to the last detail. His immaculate priestly garb, his dark, slicked-back hair, his tall frame. Only the yellow eyes remained.
‘I know his mind as well as I know his shape… and he desires you.’ The priest’s voice was uncanny.
‘He desires you very much, Katherine.’
Being naked before Robert Harker, not only naked, but wantonly so… it was more than she could have ever imagined.
‘Don’t move. Don’t blink.’
The creature began to unbutton his priestly gown.
‘You’ve always wanted to see him naked, haven’t you?’
When you watch him from the pews as he gives his sermon? Answer me.’
‘Yes.’
Her desire was growing. She stroked herself again, sighing with pleasure as her nerves quivered.
‘Don’t touch. I will not be disobeyed.’
Creature - Robert was shirtless now, his broad, muscled chest lightly coated with hair. He smelled of man, the faintly animalistic scent of sweat and sex that made Katherine sigh.
‘I decide when you touch yourself. Or you will leave this place and never return.’
‘No, please -’
‘Call me Master.’
The yellow eyes grew brighter.
‘Am I your Master here, Katherine?’
‘Yes.’ She heard her own voice, panting, wanton. ‘Yes, Master.’
‘Good.’
He was naked. Katherine stared in astonishment. Did all men really have… "that" between their legs? So long, and thick?
‘Are you curious, Katherine?
Do you want to touch it?
Feel it under your hands?'
‘Yes, Master.’
‘And you will.’ The yellow eyes gleamed.
‘But I’m going to touch you first.’
Strong hands, hands that burned with an adult heat, gripped her thighs.
‘Take your hands away, Katherine. Put them by your sides.’
‘Master, I don’t want to -’
A stinging slap left a rosy mark on her thigh.
‘Take your hands away. I won’t tell you twice.’
Katherine took her hand away from her throbbing centre, biting her lip in frustration. ‘Yes, Master.’
‘Good girl.’ The hands on her thighs began to move, slowly, playfully rubbing her flesh.
‘Robert’s always wanted you in front of him like this, Katherine. Naked, defenceless, dripping with desire.’
Searching fingers moved upward, caressing her stomach.
‘You haunt his dreams, Katherine. You’ve haunted his dreams ever since he noticed these.’ The hands lightly cupped her breasts. So soft. So full. And you flaunted them, didn’t you Katherine? You pulled your dresses a little lower before you walked into church. You wanted him to look.’
‘Yes, Master.’
She had wanted the priest to look. Had wanted more than that. As the light, teasing strokes over her breasts grew firmer, slowly circling around her unbearably stiff nipples, she threw her head back and moaned.
‘You craven slut.’ Hearing such filthy words in the priest’s voice only heightened the pleasure.
Fingers gripped her nipples, pinching them hard enough for her to writhe at the intensity.
‘You’ve always wanted a man’s hands on you. Making you moan.’
‘Yes, Master.’
The fingers pinched harder, and Katherine cried out, tossing her head from side to side.
‘I’m a craven slut, Master.’
Robert Harker’s face moved closer, the creature’s yellow eyes shining.
‘Craven sluts are always rewarded here.’ His fingers left Katherine’s nipples, his hot, wet mouth replacing them.
Katherine moaned, a raw sound of pleasure, as her breasts were lavished with licks and bites.
‘Oh, yes! Oh, Master!’
‘So responsive.’ A graze of teeth against her nipple made her jolt with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
‘Such a ripe young body. Shall I mark it, Katherine? Shall I mark it as my own?’
‘Please.’ Her body was alive with intense, powerful feeling, her core dripping with desire.’
‘With pleasure.’ The creature bit her breast, harder this time, adding a layer of pain to the intoxicating cocktail of sensation.
In the next moment his tongue was bathing the teeth-marks, dulling the sharpness.
‘Such pale, unmarked skin. This first mark will be the most treasured… but there will be more.’
Katherine envisioned herself, her body marked by lustful mouths and hands. The thought brought her to a new level of arousal. She laughed, arching her back, pressing herself against the creature’s mouth with all her strength. ‘Mark me, Master.’
‘Later.’ The creature lifted his head from her breasts, and Katherine moaned at the lack of contact.
‘First, you must give all of yourself to me.’ His yellow eyes focused on the patch of black hair between Katherine’s thighs, the curls damp with want.
‘You are a virgin. But you do not want to be.’
‘That’s right, Master.’
‘Your tastes are… indiscriminate. Priests. Village lads. Lords… and ladies.’
Katherine laughed. The creature really could read her mind. ‘Yes.’
‘And pain does not trouble you.’
‘I rode horses as a child. One day I lost my maidenhead. It’s common.’
‘I know.’ The creature looked at Katherine appraisingly.
‘I saw the way you touched yourself… so eager! So ready for the ultimate pleasure. But still unskilled, Katherine. Someone needs to show you just how good it can feel.’ His strong fingers flickered at the entrance to her secret place.
‘Someone with experience.’
With a slow, measured thrust, two fingers buried themselves inside of her. Katherine gasped, her silken flesh reflexively tightening around his fingers.
‘So tight. So deliciously, innocently tight.’
The fingers began to curl and flex, as Katherine bucked with pleasure at the new sensation. He was touching points of sensitivity she never knew she had, expertly bringing her to a new level of delicious wantonness. Her legs splayed wider, and she thrusted her hips to meet his hand.
‘Don’t stop, Master,’ she whimpered. ‘Please. Don’t stop.’
‘No stopping now, Katherine.’
The voice was laced with humour. ‘You’re past the point of refusal.’
A third finger joined the two already moving inside her; Katherine arched her back, moaning.
‘You learn so quickly. I wonder how you’ll respond if I do… this.’
In the next moment, a thumb was pressed against the pulsing centre of Katherine’s pleasure. With each firm stroke, she was brought closer and closer to the point of no return.
'Oh - oh God -’
‘No God here.’
The pressure of the creature’s thumb intensified.
‘It has begun. It cannot be stopped.’ With a low growl his mouth was back on her breasts, tonguing them, biting each swollen nipple until Katherine writhed like a mad thing, her skin flushed with desire.
She was approaching a dizzying peak, with all awareness narrowed down to the hand between her legs, the mouth on her breasts.
‘I - I -’
‘Let go.’ The voice was serious now. ‘Let go. I permit you.’
With a cry of ecstasy, Katherine abandoned herself completely. She lost herself in unparalleled pleasure, her hoarse, wordless cries pealing out over the silent woods. She saw herself as if from far away, naked, panting, the fingers and mouth of the unholy creature bringing her to a heart-stopping climax. She stiffened, bucking uncontrollably, her release flooding through her.
The creature was silent. His fingers lay still inside her as a pleasurable ache began to radiate through her body. The velvet cloak felt like a soft salve against her skin… almost like a blanket.
‘No sleep for you, Katherine.’ The creature’s fingers left her, and Katherine cried out at the sudden emptiness.
‘We have the whole night ahead of us… and now that I have given you pleasure, you’re going to give me mine.’
‘But I… I don’t know how.’
‘I think you underestimate yourself.’ The creature’s eyes burned.
‘Your lack of shame gives me considerable pleasure.’ Katherine’s cheeks flushed.
‘As do your brief moments of embarrassment.’
‘But the other women of the village have been visiting you for so much longer. I must be… dull, to you.’
‘Excited virgins are never dull.’
The creature leaned closer, the uncanny eyes gazing out of Robert Harker’s face.
‘Now begins the second stage.’
To be continued.....