Midnight Catches
folder
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,416
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,416
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Midnight Catches
Midnight Catches
I wrote this story as a Halloween story, but then it turned into something else along the way. Hope you enjoy.
Don't forget to R&R!
*Bites'n'Nibbles*
------------------------------------------------------
Deep in the forest on a full moon night, a figure walks between the trees without making a single sound. As the figure moves, the night life slowly quiets so as not to be found out and devoured by this dark presence. Owls close their eyes and hide in their nests. Foxes return to their dens. And even the worms return to the earth so as not to be caught.
As you hear the usually loud night slowly die, you start to wonder if you should have listened to the wind that had told you of danger this afternoon and stayed in your home with you fiancé instead of going out hunting for that nuisance coyote. You try to stay hidden behind a small group of trees as you sense the presence drawing near. No sound is made. Not even the wind dares to blow, but you know that the figure is getting closer to where you are.
You close your eyes and pray that the evil drawing near does not find you, but as you are praying you feel a hand reach around the tree and grab your throat. You try to scream but find that your voice unable to make a sound from fright. You feel yourself being pulled to the side, away from the tree. Then you feel something warm and hard against your back as another arm slides across your middle, holding you firmly. Your eyes are still closed, but now there are tears running down your cheeks. The figure breaths down your neck and inhale your scent, enjoying the smell of its newest victim. A warm, slime runs up your neck and the dark figure tastes your flesh.
The hand on your waist does slow circles over the material of your dress as the hand around your throat slowly moves down towards your breasts. You still feel the warm breath on your neck and the more you feel it growing stronger and heavier, the tenser you become.
You finally find your voice again and let out a terrified scream only to find yourself being pulled around as your lips are captured in a hard lock with the figure enveloping your screams into its dark recesses. Slowly you can feel your dress hem start to slide up the back of your legs and you start to fight the embrace.
Suddenly the figure twists you around so again so you are being crushed into the tree. You can feel a hand against your now bare breast and inhale deeply at the ministrations that it is receiving. You bite your lip to keep from letting anything escape.
As you are crushed further into the tree the figure starts to nip at your neck and shoulders. Up the side of your throat, along your jaw and crushes its lips against your and then continues down the other side. You let out an impatient sigh as you fell a heat building up between your legs but suddenly berate yourself for letting your captor know this as well. You feel its lips smile as they slowly start to suckle on your exposed breast and another moan escapes your lips. The figure grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back. Then you can feel the hands travel back to the front and slowly up your legs, moving your skirt up with them as the lips slowly make their way up to your ear. A strong, husky, masculine voice whispers into your ear making another shiver travel down your spine as his breath ripples along your neck.
“Are you having fun My Pet, or shall I just take what I want now?”
You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a deep moan as he slips his fingers into your core as deep as he can go.
“Well My Little Marionette? What are we going to do?” He asks again. You whine out your urgency, hoping he knows what to do and does it soon. He smiles and pulls his fingers away and you whimper again at the loss. Suddenly, your head starts to clear and you try to fight your way out, hoping to catch him off guard, but that is not the case as you are slammed, once again, against the tree. You feel something travel between your legs again, only this time when he plunges into your warm, wet depths you know it is not his fingers and you slowly start to rock in time with his thrusts.
He slowly pulls your hands from behind your back and you wrap them around his neck, greedily pulling his lips to yours as you wrap one of your legs around him, also pulling him deeper into your core. He thrusts grows more quick and urgent as you feel your own tension build in the pit of your stomach.
Suddenly a light flashes behind your eyes as your inner walls squeeze with release as wave after wave of pleasure flows threw you. Your captor gives his own last few thrusts and then leans heavily against you, spent. You smile lazily as you play with the hair at the back of his neck and, leaning in close to his ear, whisper softly,
“Tomorrow night, My Precious, I want to play the hunter!”
I wrote this story as a Halloween story, but then it turned into something else along the way. Hope you enjoy.
Don't forget to R&R!
*Bites'n'Nibbles*
------------------------------------------------------
Deep in the forest on a full moon night, a figure walks between the trees without making a single sound. As the figure moves, the night life slowly quiets so as not to be found out and devoured by this dark presence. Owls close their eyes and hide in their nests. Foxes return to their dens. And even the worms return to the earth so as not to be caught.
As you hear the usually loud night slowly die, you start to wonder if you should have listened to the wind that had told you of danger this afternoon and stayed in your home with you fiancé instead of going out hunting for that nuisance coyote. You try to stay hidden behind a small group of trees as you sense the presence drawing near. No sound is made. Not even the wind dares to blow, but you know that the figure is getting closer to where you are.
You close your eyes and pray that the evil drawing near does not find you, but as you are praying you feel a hand reach around the tree and grab your throat. You try to scream but find that your voice unable to make a sound from fright. You feel yourself being pulled to the side, away from the tree. Then you feel something warm and hard against your back as another arm slides across your middle, holding you firmly. Your eyes are still closed, but now there are tears running down your cheeks. The figure breaths down your neck and inhale your scent, enjoying the smell of its newest victim. A warm, slime runs up your neck and the dark figure tastes your flesh.
The hand on your waist does slow circles over the material of your dress as the hand around your throat slowly moves down towards your breasts. You still feel the warm breath on your neck and the more you feel it growing stronger and heavier, the tenser you become.
You finally find your voice again and let out a terrified scream only to find yourself being pulled around as your lips are captured in a hard lock with the figure enveloping your screams into its dark recesses. Slowly you can feel your dress hem start to slide up the back of your legs and you start to fight the embrace.
Suddenly the figure twists you around so again so you are being crushed into the tree. You can feel a hand against your now bare breast and inhale deeply at the ministrations that it is receiving. You bite your lip to keep from letting anything escape.
As you are crushed further into the tree the figure starts to nip at your neck and shoulders. Up the side of your throat, along your jaw and crushes its lips against your and then continues down the other side. You let out an impatient sigh as you fell a heat building up between your legs but suddenly berate yourself for letting your captor know this as well. You feel its lips smile as they slowly start to suckle on your exposed breast and another moan escapes your lips. The figure grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back. Then you can feel the hands travel back to the front and slowly up your legs, moving your skirt up with them as the lips slowly make their way up to your ear. A strong, husky, masculine voice whispers into your ear making another shiver travel down your spine as his breath ripples along your neck.
“Are you having fun My Pet, or shall I just take what I want now?”
You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a deep moan as he slips his fingers into your core as deep as he can go.
“Well My Little Marionette? What are we going to do?” He asks again. You whine out your urgency, hoping he knows what to do and does it soon. He smiles and pulls his fingers away and you whimper again at the loss. Suddenly, your head starts to clear and you try to fight your way out, hoping to catch him off guard, but that is not the case as you are slammed, once again, against the tree. You feel something travel between your legs again, only this time when he plunges into your warm, wet depths you know it is not his fingers and you slowly start to rock in time with his thrusts.
He slowly pulls your hands from behind your back and you wrap them around his neck, greedily pulling his lips to yours as you wrap one of your legs around him, also pulling him deeper into your core. He thrusts grows more quick and urgent as you feel your own tension build in the pit of your stomach.
Suddenly a light flashes behind your eyes as your inner walls squeeze with release as wave after wave of pleasure flows threw you. Your captor gives his own last few thrusts and then leans heavily against you, spent. You smile lazily as you play with the hair at the back of his neck and, leaning in close to his ear, whisper softly,
“Tomorrow night, My Precious, I want to play the hunter!”