A certain gentleman of the district desired to meet her, compelled by the compliments others had shared about her. And so, ignoring his inner voice, which warned him that having her would come with a price, he arranged an evening designed upon pursuit and capture of the delicate raven beauty.
The evening arrived, and with it her carriage. She stepped from the doorway and her very being filled the man's senses. Her claret gown trimmed in richest black sable beckoned for the touch of his fingers. Her chestnut mane teased him with tantalizing tossing in the cool night breeze. She walked toward him, seemingly unaware of the sensuality she exuded, her head demurely lowered, her hands help loosely before her. As she entered his house, she knelt before him in a deep curtsy, affording him a glance at her ample young breasts as they heaved atop her gown with each breath.
The man pulled her up into his arms. She spoke not a word, but looked up at him from beneath her thick dark eyelashes, an erotic smile playing about her mouth, longing in her stare. His gaze never left hers as he carried her to his bed.
Unknown to them, the man's devoted lover was watching through the curtain as their evening proceeded. She tried so very hard not to see, closing the curtain over and over, but it was as if a magic spell demanded she view the scene before her eyes. She would close the curtain, ill from the sight of her lover undressing the raven girl quickly and deftly until she was bared completely, her skin glistening with silken sweat. The man's lover closed the curtain. But again it was torn open with an unseen hand so that she could view the girl's eyes locked on those of her man, in the same manner that his bore into her own whenever they made love. She closed the curtain again. Again it was rudely open so that she could witness the Raven beauty stare into her lover's eyes as though she were planting witchcraft through the blue windows of his very soul.
All through the night it went, a piece of her heart breaking with every rude thrust of the curtains exposing her to more of the scene. A glimpse of her lover's lips covering the beauty's perfect body, breasts and inner thighs, the moist lips of her sweet pussy. Over and over she closed the curtain. Over and over it was thrust aside by magic's own hand. Even burying her face in her arms was no help, as the curtain of her mind would then be opened revealing all behind the door in pictures before her closed eyes. She tried to run away, but her feet stayed firmly rooted to the spot, freezing her to the spot. Eventually her very limbs were paralyzed and the curtain was parted one final time. Unable to move, unable to close her eyes, the devoted lover was forced to watch as her faithful man took the girl completely, holding her onto the bed and slamming his cock into the girl over and over. Filling each place in her body that could be filled, making love to this girl, this raven usurper in a way he had never touched her.
And then, with deliberate intent, the magic overtaking her, the lover standing outside the door felt her gaze drawn to the coal black eyes of the girl on the bed. Drawn to her beguiling smile, curved in eerie ecstasy, triumphant as a snake. She felt her heart shatter at that moment, knowing her lover was lost; lost to this girl of the gorgeous body, the perfect lust, the desire and heat of youth and perfection. With the splitting of her heart, the spell was broken and the lover was at last able to flee her place. Her feet unstuck from the floor, her eyes closed, the lover groped her way from the door...fleeing into the night.
In the wee hours of the night, the man looked down at the beautiful girl in his arms, their lovemaking long past, the two of them spent and exhausted, weary with the exertion of passion and lust. In the pale moonlight, his eyes narrowed as he saw tiny sparkles of light playing on her skin. He turned his head to the window, thinking perhaps the stars were dancing in the sky, creating patterns in the dust around them. He could see stars, and the moon, and even more in the sky, but there was no dancing of light, nothing to explain the changes taking place to the girl next to him.
He looked at her again, looked hard and saw other changes. Where before she was beautiful, now her features had changed, and her beauty had faded. Where before she had been stunning, now she was merely plain, ordinary, nothing at all unusual. The man, unaware of what this night had cost him, slipped from the bed, and went across the room, watching his new lover sleep from across the room. He tried to close his eyes, but could not. They seemed to be held open by magical forces, and visions of the night played before his eyes. Not of the experience he himself had had, but as though he were watching from the raven girl's eyes. He saw his own face, twisted in the agony and tension of passion, sweat pouring from his brow. An altogether unattractive visage. He saw his eyes boring into her, blue and intense, energy arcing between them.
But then the vision changed and he saw another. His own sweet lover, her eyes wide open, her lips parted in shock, frozen to her position, unmoving. The look in her eyes told him that she had seen, that she knew.
He looked back over to the bed, his eyes finally torn from the vision and again stared at the girl on the bed, who was staring at him intensely, still, quiet and meaningful. The expression on her face was no longer beguiling, merely satisfied. And she stretched back into the bed, her arms above her head, settling in as though the spot in which she lay was made for her. As indeed it had been earlier that morning, by the darling devoted lover who had chosen the linens, laid them on the bed, and then stepped out of the room.
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| ...but no one knows yet if she will return... |
Very hot and erotic. Well done Emily.
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