Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Clash of Fears

Submitted by Tehgan Vaher

"Mmmmmm" she purrs in soft cat-like moans. Her breath a mix of a whisper and growl, dripping with lust from the heightened pleasure she's taking from him. Her eyes dance over the body under her. Nipples pinched and erect, deepen in colour as they shiver to life as the hot, electric wind washes over him. How lovely his face contorts in a mask twisted from the pain of pleasure bleeding into the pleasure of pain.

A sudden flash lights the indigo-painted sky and she shudders in a fearful spasm of recognition quickly followed by the feeling of fullness as his cock digs deeper into her. The deafening cascade of rolling thunder brings her out of the revelry she's been enjoying: riding the strong stallion beneath her and cussing loudly as she feels the fright ripple through her like a pebble disrupting the glassy solitude of a forgotten pond.

He flinches and stops the eb and flow of his hips rising and rolling to gently stroke the inside of the velvety soft, sucking walls of her sex. With a strike as sudden and forceful as the thunder caps echoing along the path of illuminated streaks the lightening scars the sky with - her hand finds his cheek. A pain-filled yelp breaks the silence hanging between them and she brings the other hand down to mark the other cheek. "Thank you, Mistress." was all he needed to say and all that was necessary, but filled with the very essence of his submission to her dominance and she squeezes her thighs against him bringing his rhythm back - a simple gesture letting him know his words have more meaning then most will ever fathom or begin to understand.

Another jagged bolt dances across the blackness above like a lovers tongue torturing it's conquest with it's sizzling touch. Her body casts shadows down onto his body, now covered with a light film of sweat ... glinting from the quick flashes seeming like the facets of a diamond when you hold it, twisting it to enjoy the mystical fire burning within it's core. She can see the lust in his eyes, burning deep from the pleasure her body evokes from it as she gently slides herself up and down the steel-like shaft poised tall and proud for her.

A series of deafening claps shakes the ground beneath them with their raw power. One after one they turn the night into a false sense of daylight and she can see the terror in his eyes. She slams her aching cunt down to swallow the full length of his meat, the power of the storm feeding the primal urges she has to rut with him as two wild beasts in the hight of mating season. There is no love here ... just pure bestial lust and need. The single emotional connection of using each other's bodies as the focus of as much pleasure she can ween from him as she can. He grunts and moans freely, just as she likes her fuck meat ... wanton and whorishly letting her know he relishes in the harsh and unyielding pleasure she steals from him.

With every flash of lightening and rumble of thunder born of it's assault she takes him harder and faster ... deeper and deeper ... bouncing her body down onto his as she impales him with her craving sex. Her arms curl above hear head as her face turns towards the heavens above, offering it her passions in thankful homage for the beast beneath her. The sway of her heavy breasts entice him and he wants to reach for them, squeeze and sample them - but he knows better and grips the ground at his rocking hips to fight off the sweet temptation.

Suddenly her body shudders and as if on queue the sky is scorched with a branching whip of lightning and the rain washes over them to mix with the musky cream her pussy explodes onto him. He has to be careful, the powerful sucking and flexing of her tight cunt always takes him the brink if his own eruption, and he's learned the hard way to never lose focus unless he's been gifted the sweet release. Her hands roam over the beautiful flesh of the woman who owns him ... the hips that are soft and round - perfect to hold onto when permitted. The heavy, fullness of her breasts with it's perfect nubs of suckable flesh for nipples and it's halo of deep pink always so soft against his lips when he's permitted to suckle. The tuft of dark hair tainting the sacred yawning of her thighs as they wrap around him ... giving way to a teasing peep show of the most perfect pink lips as they stretch around his thick, hard shaft. How he fucking loves her, this woman of torturous treats and devious delights.

She looks down to him, hair dripping rivers of wet paths as it's plastered to her cheeks and chest from the pouring rain. Her lips curl into a smile -- that smile. The one reserved for him when she's pleased with him. The one which always makes time stand still and his heart to race so hard he feels it will explode within him. He smiles back to her, his cock slowly softening as she perches atop him, "Thank you, Mistress. You were beautiful as always."

She curls down and sucks his lips into a tender kiss as her finger finds her sex. She moans into his mouth breathlessly the words he loves to hear "You were perfect, my strong stallion." and treats him to her nectar. Satisfied with his show of adoration, she watches his face soften and almost radiate as his tongue curls around her finger to drink of it what she offers - the precious jewel of her soul. Her fingers finds him and massages his scalp momentarily before they entangle themselves into the dark locks and he's pulled from her.

She braces herself against his forehead and uses him to steady her shaking legs as she stands, wrapping the blanket around her in a vain attempt of staying dry from the downpour. "Pack this up and meet me at the car.", she simply states and walks towards the town car at the side of the road. The long grass slaps wetly against her naked thighs as she plows a path through them. The earth smells alive and reborn ... thick sulfuric scent of electricity left from the storm mixing with the sweet smell of the wet dirt. She smiles to herself, spent and satisfied as she slips into the back seat to sprawl out and get comfortable in the luxury sedan.

He hefts easily into the drivers seat and turns the heater on to warm the car so she doesn't catch a draft and watches her gaze out the window at the storm's death. Space between flashes more and more and the rumblings are farther off in the distance and he wonders if she will still be afraid of the lightening.

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