"Hello, Verana," a deep, masculine voice suddenly said behind me. I whipped around, shocked, and found myself face to face with a naked stranger. He was tall, built, and attractive, yet held a sinister kind of air about him, especially as he gave me a crooked smile, that looked half a smirk.
His skin was an unusual tone, dark, but greyish, like he'd stepped right out of a fantasy artist's sketchbook. And his eyes. They were pure black, even where there should be white, and they wandered over my barely clothed form with a look of hunger in them. "Wh.. who are you? How did you get in here?" I asked, noticing the door was still firmly closed behind him.
He tilted his head as though confused, and took a tentative step towards me, "Now, Verana, you should know who I am," he said in a smooth, yet patronising kind of tone. "After all, it was you who summoned me," he continued, taking another step closer.
I edged backwards, letting out a soft gasp as I backed into the foot end of my bed, and he smiled wider. "I.. no.. that.." I stammered nervously, as he took more slow, small steps towards me, looking at me as though I were prey of his favourite sort. "We.. were just messing around," I blurted out, shaking my head in denial.
"None of us actually know real magic, we can't have.." I continued, but trailed off as he shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Verana," he chided, "You should know better, being part-Fae. Your blood carries power." I stared at him in disbelief, shaking my head again, "I.. what? No.." I whispered, as he drew closer and closer, looming over me now.
"Yes, Verana. And now I'm here, so what is it that you desire of me?" he asked, with a manner of playing with his next meal. "I.. don't know.." I said truthfully, and he made an expression of clearly feigned shock. "No?" he half-gasped, close enough to touch me now, "Well then, while you decide, I might just indulge myself in something that I desire."
He stepped closer still, reaching out and placing his hands on the thick, round, wooden bar that ran across the foot end of my bed, each one on either side of me. Now, I was trapped. "No!" I gasped, sounding panicked, "You can't have my soul, we haven't made an agreement!"
He burst out in laughter that sounded partly mocking, and part genuine amusement. "Your soul?" he repeated, "No, my sweet Verana, it's not your soul that I crave." He suddenly grabbed me, turning me around, one hand tangling in the back of my hair, bending me forward while his other hand quickly tore my panties clean off.
I gasped in shock, trying to move, but he held me tightly, pushing himself against me to pin me there, in an awkwardly vulnerable position. "Now.. why would I want your soul," he began, as he slowly moved his hips, grinding against me, "When I could help myself to this deliciously curvacious body."
I could feel his unusually shaped cock rapidly hardening in the small gap between my slightly parted legs, and he used his free hand to guide it higher, rubbing it against my opening and over my clit. The curved, spade-like shape of its head cupped the sensitive little bud in a strangely arousing way, and he gave a soft moan of satisfaction at my reaction to it.
It was not a reaction I expected in a situation such as this. I expected to fight, to challenge him, to flee, but my body seemed to have other ideas, responding to his touches and movements with an incredible amount of arousal, that I simply couldn't resist. I soon felt flushed, my breathing fast and shallow, and I could feel the moisture building between my legs, so eager to welcome him inside me.
He made another soft sound of satisfaction as his head traced over the opening again, pressing a little deeper as it glided through the warm, slick juices. "Mmmm, and your body is more than eager, isn't it, Verana?" he asked, lining his cock up with my opening and pressing just hard enough to spread it ever so slightly around the tip.
"Yes!" I gasped, as my body tensed in anticipation, then sighed in disappointment as he slowly withdrew it again. Then he suddenly thrust it deep, not hard, but filling me completely in one smooth movement all the same. I cried out at the sudden pleasure, my body tensing around his thick, hard length, that stretched me wide in the most incredibly erotic way.
And his heat. Ohh, the heat. It was more than warm, but less than hot, right at the precipice of pleasant and painful, filling me from within and mixing with the heat of my own arousal. I was gasping and whimpering now, the pleasure from him inside me was almost too much to bear. Yet somehow, I needed more, and my muscles clenched around him as I moved my hips slightly, aching for his thrusts.
"Mmmmm, you ARE eager," he said as his hands caressed my curves, before settling on my shoulders, holding me in my bent-over position. Then he began to thrust, slowly at first, as he eased into it, then harder, rougher, his movements growing more raw and animalistic as his moans of pleasure did the same.
As did mine, turning from soft gasps and whimpers, to moans and then screams, as his hands moved to my hip and my hair again, holding me in place as he gave me an astonishingly thorough fucking. He drove me to one orgasm, then another, and another, commanding me to cum for him with each one.
And my body responded with every bit as much eagerness as it had from the start, a powerful, soul-shattering orgasm rushing through me with every single command. When it was his turn, he didn't hold back, both hands moving to my hips, holding them so tightly he left fingernail marks in my flesh, as he buried himself deep.
The pointed tip of his cock pressed hard against my cervix, then harder, making me cry out as it forced it open slightly, just before wave after wave of his thick, almost painfully hot seed gushed from him. He held me there until he'd finally finished unleashing himself deep inside me, then gave a few more small, hard thrusts, shuddering as a few last spurts followed, then slowly withdrew.
"Mmmm, delicious indeed," he said admiringly, as I lay half naked and draped over the thick rail, my upper body collapsed onto my bed and my legs hanging weakly. I breathed long and deep, trying to catch my breath as I fought to keep my eyes from drifting closed. I was utterly speechless, exhausted from the repeated orgasms, and his amused laughter was the last thing I heard before I drifted into a blissful, satisfied slumber.