Dark Enchantress

Dark Enchantress


She was waiting for him in the grove, her tall body only a silhouette amongst the tall trees, her form outlined vaguely in an ethereal silver mist from the full moon nestled safely within a broad blanket of darkness. The thick trees, barren, their abundant canopies of leaves scattered around their roots in a mantle of decay, stood solidly next to her, the naked branches high, reaching into the night, like ghostly claws, hauntingly immortalized forever, never to grasp whatever it was that the wooden claws were searching for. The bitter fall wind, a sweetly smothering combination of decaying leaves and rich, damp soil, swirled around her, dragging luminescent orange and blood red leaves from the emerald and mahogany ground, scattering them around the fluttering hem of her ominous black dress. It swept through the heavy mass of golden brown waves that hung loosely down her graceful back, as though invisible fingers had buried themselves into that silken hair, lovingly pulling it away from her upturned face, raising it toward the star-laden sky before allowing it to fall, a gentle brown and gold cascade.

She heard him long before he could speak, his heavy steps crushing the deceased leaves beneath his boots into a fine powder. She turned to face him, her slender arms crossed beneath heavy breasts, and his breath caught, nearly halting his movements. A thin black strap had fallen, darkness against pale skin. The dress cut low in the front, the neckline a simply cut basin, exposing the tops of her round breasts. Pale silver beams cut through the claw-like branches above her, skimming her flesh in luminous beauty. Emerald green eyes stared at him beneath long soot colored lashes.

She was an enchantress, her haunting beauty alluring, calling to him, and he couldn’t resist. He walked to her, his deep brown eyes unable to tear from the precious jewels that gazed upon him. She was a midnight woodland maiden, as mystifying and seductive as the forest that stood near the grove. He had wanted her forever, this dark goddess that stood temptingly in front of him. Wanted to brand her, wanted to overwhelm her, to surge into her body until she was his alone. He wanted her soul. He wanted her heart.

“Alaric,” she murmured softly as he stopped in front of her, his heart skipping a beat at her voice, a wood-fairy’s siren call.

“You called me here. Why?” he asked softly, his deep voice making her visibly tremble.

In answer she took his hand, tugging him behind her toward her house, an ancient stone building that shown with pale yellow lights in the accumulating darkness.

“I just wanted to see you,” she called over her shoulder as she pushed open the heavy oaken door, dropping his hand in the process, leaving him to climb the stone steps to her door. He buried his hand into his pocket for protection, her receding warmth allowing the bitterness of the winds to sting his flesh, as he hurried behind her.

“It’s past midnight,” he said, shutting the door behind him, inhaling deeply of the apple harvest-like scent that engulfed him. Various candles lay scattered around the house, dark orange shadows that were enough to see by.

She brushed the statement aside with a quick toss of her hand.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked him instead, her back to him. He murmured his consent, accepting the glass of wine she turned to offer him. Her hand brushed against his much larger, calloused one, silk on sandpaper, and his breath caught. She looked at him from beneath her lashes as she lifted the crystal to her naturally blood red lips, sipping at the crimson liquid.
He was openly staring at her, his deep brown eyes assessing her every move, resting on her exposed chest, sweeping down her curvaceous body, meeting her eyes again. Her tongue swept out from between her lips, capturing stray liquid drops and his hand tightened on the precious glass. His jeans tightened, his breathing became slightly ragged as he gazed upon her. She was lust incarnate, a siren, a mythological goddess, his dark enchantress, and he ached to fill her with himself, yearned to push himself into her yielding warmth and stay there. She would be his alone, her body his shrine of worship.

“I’ve wanted you for years, did you know that?” He asked her huskily, unable to stop himself. She looked at his, emeralds open wide at his proclamation.

“Alaric,” she began before he cut her off mid-sentence.

“Of course you have. You knew all along,” he reached out, his fingers burying themselves shallowly into the hair by her ear. “Temptress. You’ve known all along. And you still continue to tease me.”

“I haven’t…”

“You have,” he countered.” But you should know I cannot take so much.”

She pulled away from him, moving until her back rested against the heavy door. He moved toward her frame, so small and vulnerable next to his tall, muscular one. His gaze turned predatory, every masculine primal instinct within him surfaced. He was the hunter, she the prey. His body pressed hers into the door, his hand resting on her neck, gently sliding down the satin flesh, skimming the tops of her breasts before burying itself in the fine hairs at the nape of her neck.

“I intend to have you goddess,” he murmured, his mouth hovering above hers in temptation.
“Alaric,” she gasped breathlessly. “Please.”

His eyes searched hers, the deep brown velvet of them now a dark shade of black.

“Say my name again,” he commanded softly. ’You’ll be screaming it by the end of tonight. “

She moaned softly as his lips came crushing down on hers, bruising them in their urgency. His tongue swept through, caressing the soft folds of her mouth as the world shut down around her, and only Alaric was constant. He smelled of the outdoors, dead leaves, the damp earth, purely masculine. She buried her hand in his short dark brown hair, feeling his jaw move beneath her palm as he devoured her mouth. She slid the other down his broad chest, over his flattened stomach, her nimble fingers sweeping beneath his tight black tee shirt. His body enveloped hers, pressing her into the door, hurting her, as his hand grasped her full hip, dragging her body against him, as if broadcasting his masculinity.

She whimpered softly in protest when he pulled his mouth away, her breathing ragged.

“Alaric what…” She asked softly.

“You made me suffer for years. Tonight, I want you to have a taste of that,” he answered, pulling his body from hers.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded huskily. She brought her head up fiercely, staring at him. He stood with his arms crossed over the broad expanse of his chest, his feet apart, the very epitome of masculine dominancy.

“Take it off,” he said again when she didn’t move.

She lifted her hand, sliding her arm from the thin strap that held up the seductive garment, holding the dress up beneath her arm as she slipped the other free as well. Gently, smoothly, she slid the dress past her lush breasts, moaning softly as they spilled free of their confinement, the rosy nipples hard against the cool air. She saw him swallow, saw his pants tighten even more and with the air of temptation incarnate, she slowly let the dress fall in a shimmering dark pile on the floor. She wore only black underwear beneath it, thin black straps holding onto her hips precariously. She stood proudly, letting him look his fill, a finger teasingly slipping back and forth underneath the strap of her underwear, grazing her own soft skin.

“Take those off too,” he commanded, his voice deeper than she had ever heard before.

She hooked her fingers firmly on the strap, bending over as she pulled them down her long, slender legs, stepping out of them before standing erect once more. He had moved, standing before her once again, his hand reaching to cup a heavy mound in his hand. His fingers drifted over the nipple, feeling it tighten impossibly beneath his administrations. He bent his head, licking the hard pearl before swallowing gently, dragging the nipple deeper into his mouth. He waited until she relaxed, her fingers burying and tightening in his coarse hair, before reaching around her, holding her body firmly to his own. He sucked deeply as she cried out. Her skin prickled as he bit her, sharp little nips on her swollen bud. He moved to the other breast, leaving her tender nipple to pucker and swell as the cool air stung it. She struggled to free herself from his arms, her sweet mounds sashaying as she moved against him, but he merely tightened his hold, capturing the twin peak between his teeth. She moved again, and he bit down. She whimpered and made one more last move to liberation from his maddening mouth. His teeth sank into her swollen and tender flesh, stopping her. It hurt, his teeth grazing her tender skin that he had sucked so aggressively. Her mind screamed for her to move away, get away from his almost sadistic sexual torment. But her body ignored the rationalizations, only pulling her closer to him, willing him to have his cruel way with her.

“Don’t move,” he growled, pushing her against the door. He pulled his shirt over his head, tan skin shifting as muscles rippled and flexed as he tossed it casually to the floor beside her dress. He sank to his knees in front of her, roughly grasping her thighs, spreading them apart. He settled one on his shoulder, looking up at her. She was looking down at him, green eyes large as she shook her head, murmuring his name in a desperate plea to stop his maddening ways with her body. He smiled sadistically as he slid one long finger into her, somewhat surprised to find her wet for him.

“You like this,” he said as she shook her head furiously in denial. “Yes you do. You’re wet for me. You want me.”

“Alaric,” she moaned.” Please…”

“Say you want me,” he demanded as he added a second finger, sliding into her body smoothly, continuously.

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No,” she groaned. “Please….”

He pulled her body closer to him, removing his fingers and she gasped at the loss of contact.
“You want me. And I’ll have you screaming it,” he growled menacingly before ruthlessly attacking her, burying his tongue into her depths. He lapped at her, ignoring her moans, paying no attention when her fingers found their way into his hair, holding his head to her. A loud thump resounded throughout the room as she let her head fall back against the door, her mouth open as she gasped, her hair a glorious tangled mess on her shoulders. He sucked on the swollen nub protruding proudly from between her folds as she he slid three fingers forcefully into her. His tongue flicked as he sucked ruthlessly, showing no mercy. He had found his prey and with a hunter’s appreciation he devoured his prize. She was honey and sweetness combined, his dark goddess of the night. Her cries rang out, siren calls, and he was lured in like the mythical sailors of old. He pressed her even closer to him, wanting to taste her, wanted to delve into that deepest part of her body any way he could. Her body tightened, her back arched and he pulled away. She cried out in protest, clutching at his hair, silently begging him to return to her, to complete her.

He stood instead, running his tongue over her stomach to quickly kiss a pert nipple, reaching behind him to untangle her fingers from his hair. Slowly, with her smoldering green eyes liquid pools of unfulfilled heat focusing on his every move, he reached down, unzipping his jeans that rode low on his hips. He kicked off his boots, released his straining manhood from the confines of his boxers so it stood proudly from the dark blue denim. He reached down, grasping himself, slipping his large hand down the rigid, thick length of himself. She watched him, unconsciously licking lips that had gone dry.

“Get on your knees.”

Her heart thudded wildly inside her chest, her breathing shallow as she did as he commanded. The site of her there, naked, her nipples swollen and extended from his violent devouring, on her knees, heated his blood, and he groaned inwardly. He felt himself harden even more, and his hand reached down. But then he stopped; his male mind occupied his visions of her, her mouth on him, sucking on him. He had intended to force her to her knees so he could relieve her and himself of the desire between them, but his fantasy took precedence.

“Come here,” he motioned her over, watching as she moved the two small steps to him on her knees.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, slipping his straining member into her sweet mouth when she did, all protest gone from her. He moaned when her lips closed around him, his fingers slipping into her hair, holding him to her. She flicked the very tip of him before swirling her tongue around the head of his long thick length. Slowly, inch by heated inch, she took him into her mouth, sucking him, licking him, devouring him as he had done with her. She had him now, she realized as his low growls reached her ears. She was in power, controlling, dominant. She could tease him, and she did, slipping her tongue in various motions around him while stroking his length at the same time. She concentrated on the very tip of him, flicking and teasing until he moaned loudly.
This was where he wanted her, he knew. On her knees before him. Sucking him like she would die without the taste of him on her lips, without knowing what it felt like to have him rip her apart with the very same organ she so lovingly teased.

All on her knees.

Like a servant. Willing to perform anything he asked of her without question.

And he was her master.

Her ruler.

And she was his alone.

“No more,” he gasped, pulling himself from her mouth.
“Stand up enchantress.”

She looked at him as she stood slowly, her hand sliding down her skin, skimming breasts and stomach seductively. He bent his head, capturing his lips in an intense kiss, crushing her against the door forcefully. She was prepared for it, her body warm and willing. He lifted her by the hips, moaning softly when she slipped her legs around his waist, the slender calves pushing his jeans even lower on his hips. His hand traveled the length of her thigh, slipped between them, his fingers delving into her body. She arched against him, the back of her head against the door. His mouth traveled, leaving hers to trail across her collarbone, down to her swollen nipples. She gasped when his hot mouth closed over her aching peak, the suction of it gentle, stimulating. He stretched her with his fingers, stroking her, preparing her for him. She had only just cooled down from his previous assault, her body never receiving that supreme satisfaction his touch had promised. As his fingers stroked and his mouth caressed, she felt herself tighten, already lost in his arms. He stopped when he felt her first shudder, lifting his head, removing his fingers from her tender core and she couldn’t restrain it.

She screamed in frustration.

Furious, she pounded on his chest with clenched fists, tears streaming down her smooth cheeks. He growled; surged into her, pushing himself fully into her welcoming warmth. Her fists unfolded, her hands wrapping around his neck as she arched into him. He moved against her, smoothly, slowly. He nuzzled her neck, kissing, licking, sucking, as she whimpered, his hard length deep within her tight body.

Retreating.

Surrendering.

Giving him a tiny portion of her soul with every thrust as he claimed her body for his own.

“I told you I’d get you to scream,” he murmured, his own passion deepening his voice to seductive octaves.

Her nails scratched him as her hands caressed the expanse of his back, loving the feel of every sinewy muscle as it flexed with his movements. She moved with him, every violent thrust slamming her back into the cold door, and she loved it. Loved every minute of his forceful possession, every second he was within her body. He was all male, all arrogance, and all power, and he was inside her, loving her. Slowly, she felt him move until he was on the floor, her legs on either side of him. She was straddling him, holding his chest to hers, her body still, unable to move.

“Ride me,” he demanded harshly, moving his hands to her hips, lifting her before brutally bringing her down the length of him to guide her. She did as he asked, tilting her head back as she felt her body widen even further to take him fully within her. Her long hair rippled down her back in waves of molten brown as she pushed herself on him. Long measured thrusts as she sank onto him again and again, her hands roaming his chest, bending over to swirl her tongue around a small dark nipple. He groaned, pushing his hips toward her, losing himself in her, in her warm heat. He was close; could feel his body begin to tighten in what he knew to be a glorious release, completing their souls, uniting them together. She felt him tighten, felt him harden even more inside her, and in a second’s worth deliberation, pulled away from him. His hands reached for her, but she moved, her body unfulfilled but her mind glorying in the reversal of dominance.

She moved off his lap, settling herself on her hands and knees, glancing at him seductively over her shoulder, eager for his delicious penetration. She gasped when it was his tongue inside her she felt instead. His hands clasped her thighs in an iron-clad grip, preventing her from any movement as he devoured her, licking at her, slipping into her body in quick succession. He pulled away then, ramming himself fully into her as she screamed at his forceful entry. He knelt on his knees, bending over to kiss her shoulder blades, to reach beneath her to cup her swinging mounds, flicking the extended nipples with his thumbs. She opened further for him, letting him slip fully into her, deeper into her body with every powerful thrust.

It was the ultimate power struggle, each one moving forcefully against each other, both wanting release but not wanting to be the first to do so. His hand reached beneath her, finding that spot hidden between her lush folds of her womanhood, rubbing and stroking, urging her higher. She fractured first, her body tightening impossibly as she screamed his name, squeezing him as he continued to thrust deeply into her, slowing down his pace to please her more. Her orgasm came over him in rippling waves, stroking him, until he joined her, slamming into her one last time before giving himself to her.

Darkness and serenity combined.

She accepted him gratefully, her low purrs of extreme pleasure reaching his ears. Panting, he pulled himself from her heat, turning her over so he could collapse against her, his back to the floor. She snuggled into him, maneuvering so she rested on top of his muscled body.

A clock resounded throughout the house, disrupting the serene silence that dominated the house. His hand stroked her slender back, lulling her into a peaceful sleep, his body warming hers considerably. His fingers combed through long strands of brown weaved with precious gold, letting the silk slide through his fingers. Possessiveness washed over him as he held her sleeping form, knowing fully that she was now his alone and would always be his. His goddess of the bleak fall, her soul mingled with his for eternity.

His angel of the woodlands.

Lust. Temptation. Love incarnate.

His dark enchantress.