Beast

[R Nitelight]

So aroused was I that I didn't feel my Beauty's teeth until after my orgasm. Then I saw that they actually drew blood. Beauty was distraught at the damage she caused, but I smiled and told her it was my own fault for raising her to an uncontrollable level of passion.
We slept that night in each other's arms, and when morning came I found that I had entered my Beauty sometime in my sleep. Not even in Dreamland was she safe from my lust.
Her eyes opened and she smiled at me. Then, she started to move against me.
"Will it be like this every morning, Master?" she asked.
I dared to hope........

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

Sleep faded apace with the exquisite sensations of my Master's cock sliding gently into my depths. I arched my back to give him a better angle and sighed.
"Will it be like this every morning, Master?" I asked as we neared our twin climaxes. I certainly hoped so.

The day dawned brilliantly. Mother Nature seemed to smile on us with beautiful balmy weather. Master and I enjoyed a leisurely bath in the garden pond, then spent the day wandering through the woods, picking berries -- well, I picked berries and Master indulged me. No fear whatsoever touched me when I looked up at his fierce visage. No trepidation when a growl replaced his normal tone.

Toward the end of the day, business called Master away and I watched him tread a quick path back to the manse. I stayed alone to pick some more berries.

My basket was only half full when I espied another bush, heavy with ripe fruit, over another small hill. I picked and picked, stopping occasionally to eat the sweet fruit. Juice dripped onto my chin and my fingers were red and a full belly finally beckoned me to sit. Sitting turned to lying and lying quickly turned to sleeping. I was blissfully unaware when day turned to evening and when evening darkened into night.

An wolf's howl jarred me awake. Quickly, I leapt to my feet and rushed toward home. Toward Master. In a few minutes, however, I lost my bearings and when I'd passed by the same stump three times, finally admitted to myself that I was lost. Fingers of fear crept up my back, replacing the warm blood in my veins with ice water.

Another howl. This time much closer. This time more than one. I curled into a ball, tears starting to course down my cheeks. Fear knotted my heart into a tight little ball.

 

[R Nitelight]

I checked the darkening sky and frowned. Beauty should have returned by now. I went to look for her.
I checked the house, and found no trace of her. I checked the grounds and found no trace of her. Where was she?
Just then, my sharp eyes fixed on something. I walked over and found one of the combs my Beauty used to bind her hair. It was located on the path just outside the woods. She wouldn't..........
Just then, I heard the howl of the wolves. I recognized their hunting cry. They had found something.
I started to run, and I ran like I had never ran before.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I could hear the wolves howling getting closer. With fear-dimmed senses, I ran. It did not matter the direction, I only needed to get away from the danger. Silently, I cursed my gender which required me to wear lung-constricting corsets and leg-tangling skirts and petticoats. I couldn't count the number of times I tripped, tearing my dress, scraping my palms raw. At one point, I stumbled through a small stream and wetted my skirts enough to make them unbearably heavy. With leaden legs, I continued to run blindly.

Another howl! This time, it seemed as though they were fast upon me, but I couldn't see them anywhere. Then, suddenly, one was right in front of me. I turned to run, and there was another. I turned to the side and saw three more.
I was surrounded, my back to a tree. I watched, knowing that in moments I would be rent apart between their mighty jaws. I was transfixed by their beady eyes, their open jaws dripping saliva.
The largest one boldly approached me and nipped at me, but only got a snoutfull of skirt. I screamed one last time,
"Master!!!!"
but knew I was too far for him to hear me. Another beast crept forward and snatched at my arm, tearing my shawl from my shoulders. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as my lips began forming the words of an oft' repeated childhood prayer, "Hail Mary, full of grace..."

 

[R Nitelight]

I emerged in the clearing and found my Beauty surrounded by the pack. These wolves were lean and hungry -- the most dangerous kind. A well-fed wolf will retreat when threatened, and live to hunt another day. A starving wolf has nothing to lose.
They turned to face me, snarling and snapping their cruel jaws. I grabbed a large fallen branch to use as a club and prepared myself for battle. I could hear my Beauty scream as they launched themselves at me.....

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I heard another howl, fiercer than the others and expected to be borne to the ground and rent apart, but the attack never came. I opened my eyes and saw my Master!!
His jacket was open and his cravat hung askew. There was a fire in his eyes that I found at once frightening and wonderful. The ravening wolves leapt at Master and I screamed in warning, but he was prepared. He used a mighty branch for a club and swung it with deadly force and accuracy.
The first wolf was felled with one blow, a sickening crunch of shattered bone heralded is fall to the ground. A second leapt for Master's throat while a third latched strong jaws onto Master's arm. Master howled and flung the wolf away and it was dashed against a tree, dazed. The other wolf Master held by its throat, ignoring the one tearing at his coat behind him and the dazed wolf, now charging again.

I pressed myself against the tree, unaware that I continued to scream like a banshee until my voice gave and I could only whimper in fright.

 

[R Nitelight]

My savage rage passed as quickly as it started when I saw how frightened my Beauty was. I rushed to her side. The love in her eyes when she saw me approach was almost too much to bear. But her look turned to terror when she saw the sad state of my arm.
"You're hurt," she gasped.
"It's not as bad as it looks," I lied.
Beauty ripped the hem of her dress and used the cloth to bind my wound. The bleeding slowed, but did not stop. I was feeling weaker and weaker, and I knew that if I did not get home I would die in these woods.
"Take me home, my Beauty," I said.
The rest of the next five days were lost to me.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

Old wives say that the Lord works in mysterious ways. When I sat tending Master that evening, I had to agree. I do not know how I managed to drag Master home. I am sure he helped, but I have no true memory of it.

The first night, I applied my sewing skills to flesh and repaired the wolves' damage to Master's arm. The task was a gory one and several times I had to stop and school some sternness into my stomach. Fortunately Master was unconscious for the ordeal or my job might have been harder. Finally I finished and Master slept.
On the second day, infection set in and I cried and fretted while the fever raged. There was no one to send for a doctor and I dared not leave his side, as he would occasionally cry out for me and clutch me to him with his good arm.
I only left him to tend nature's calls until the fifth day when the fever finally broke. The snatches of sleep I had grabbed left me a fright! My hair was in utter disarray. My clothes probably stank and a glance in the mirror near the bed revealed dark smudges under my eyes.

Master's eyes opened like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings. He cast about with his eyes until they finally settled on me. His stirring had awakened me from a fitful slumber at his bedside and I lifted my hand to his brow. Cool. Praise heaven!

"Master," I whispered. "How do you feel?"

 

[R Nitelight]

"Am I in Heaven?" I croaked, before closing my eyes again..

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

"No, Master," I laughed with joy, "you're here with me in your bedroom." On second thought, I mused, maybe that was heaven.

I helped him sit up and brought a glass of cool water to his lips.

 

[R Nitelight]

My Beauty helped me sit up, and I winced at the pain in my arm. It felt like the entire limb was on fire. Still, one of the blessings of the curse was an unnatural constitution. It would heal quickly.
I was more worried about my Beauty. She was in a terrible state, dirty and unkempt, face haunted with exhaustion.
"How long has it been?" I asked.
"Five days," she responded.
"Have you been here the whole time?" She didn't answer. She didn't have to. "Have you slept?"
"I couldn't sleep until I knew my one true love would live," she said, breaking down and pressing herself against me. Seconds later, she was unconscious.
"Sleep, my love," I whispered. "Sleep. Sleep......"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

I pressed myself against Master's chest and sobbed. I was so grateful that he was alive and well, even if he was a little weak. I could feel sleep tugging at my eyelids, and this time, I did not fight it.

 

[R Nitelight]

I felt much better in the morning. Beauty slept on, not having moved an inch from the night before. I watched her as she slumbered, absolutely mesmerized. Never had her physical condition been worse, yet never had I found her more attractive.
When her eyes opened, I started her day with a tender kiss.
"Master, are you....."
"Better, my Beauty," I said. "And it is all because of you. All that I need now is a bath and a huge breakfast. Will you join me?"
She did, which was well, since I had overestimated my recuperative skills. I was still weak, and my Beauty helped me every step of the way.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

"All that I need now is a bath and a huge breakfast. Will you join me?"
I was thrilled to join my Master at his bath and told him so. He seemed excited, but mid-way through the bath, I could tell he had overextended himself.
"Master," I pleaded, "please do not exert yourself. Put me down. We can pleasure each other later, when you are feeling better."
Somehow, I managed to get him out of the bathing pool and back to his bed. I left him lying there, resting, while I fixed him breakfast. Not too huge. But something filling and easily fixed.
The chickens gave up their morning eggs and bacon from the larder added to the small feast. Some hot slabs of bread with plenty of butter, a pot of coffee and some fresh fruit made this a breakfast fit for a king. Or a Master, I thought with a sigh.
I carried the food back on a rolling cart only to find Master asleep again. I tiptoed over and kissed his forehead...

 

[R Nitelight]

The feel of my Beauty's lips awoke me, and she giggled as I reached out and pulled her to me. We kissed, and then we fed each other breakfast. When our feast ended, I announced, "I believe I feel my strength coming back."
Beauty reached under the blankets and wrapped her dainty fingers around my hardened tool.
"I believe you are right, Master," she smiled as she started pumping up and down on my erection. Then, with her free hand, she reached over and picked up the pot of honey left over from breakfast. She pulled back the covers and liberally poured the thick golden fluid all over my cock. Then, she set out to lap up every sweet drop.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

Master usually tastes salty, but this was the sweetest! His cock was growing harder by the lick as I lapped at the honey coating him. When he was completely clean, I kept licking until Master threatened to produce his own honey for me to lick up.

 

[R Nitelight]

How I had missed the warmth of my Beauty's mouth!
My Beauty continued to lick me long after the honey was gone. But it was clear she was still hungry, and would not stop until I fed her my own special fluid. I held off as long as I could, but my Beauty had mastered the art of fellatio, and all too soon I was filling her mouth with white honey.
With a sly grin, my Beauty handed me the jar before reclining on the bed. I had a dilemma. The honet was almost gone, and my Beauty had so many areas I wished to sample. Carefully, I covered her erect nipples. Then I dribbled a trail down her belly before emptying the jar around her hive.
The taste of honey. The taste of my Beauty. Two great tastes that taste great together.

OOC: Sorry. Couldn't resist.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

OOC: LMAO, darling

IC:
Master's rough tongue lathed my nipples until I was squirming on the bed. As if they were connected, my pussy started throbbing each time his tongue rasped my nipple, devouring the honey. He continued licking, sucking them into taught buttons jutting toward him as if begging.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he started licking away the path of honey until he got to my honey pot. The moment his tongue touched my clit, I exploded in orgasm. When I finished thrashing, he continued tormenting me. He was merciless. His tongue found every sensitive spot between my thighs, licking and sucking and drawing every possible pleasure.

When he finally raised himself above me, poised to drive his spear into my sheath, I was nearly out of my mind. In the back of my mind, I knew to be careful of his arm, but I was not in control. My fingernails raked over his chest, trying to pull him closer to me. My legs wrapped so tightly around his waist, he winced.
When he finally started thrusting inside me, I lost all awareness until he was holding me gently in the aftermath...

 

[R Nitelight]

My need for my Beauty was so great that I remained hard even after filling her mouth with my thick seed. Before she could swallow, our mouths crashed together, and I could taste myself as our tongues danced. Then, after allowing me to feast on her sweetness, my Beauty pulled me down on top of her, and all thoughts of our ordeal vanished as I recklessly drove myself into her. My mind shut down and all I could feel was the desire to fuck my love until I exploded. I don't know how long it lasted, but when I regained my senses, I saw the tears of joy streaming down my Beauty's face as she fell into my arms.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

My head was spinning, but I didn't care. My Master was well and that was all that mattered. His large body weighted me down, pressing me into the bed. I was dimly aware that my tears were flowing freely when he looked down at me. I wanted so much to say what was in my heart, but was still afraid. Afraid of what I felt. Afraid he didn't return my love. Afraid that after our time was over, he would send me home.

 

[R Nitelight]

Such an enthusiastic coupling should have drained my strength. Instead, I felt reinvigorated. As my Beauty and I made love time and again, I found myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell.
Sticky with love, we decided to bathe. We were about halfway to the pool when my need became too great. I swept my Beauty up in my arms and kissed her deeply.
"Get on your hands and knees, love," I suggested. "I want to take you from behind.'
She did, and I slipped behind her. I entered her that way, slowly at first, but then with a speed that provided a divine friction. In this position, I was able to reach around and play with her sensitive nipples while I fucked her. I knew how much my Beauty liked that, and she rewarded my by bucking against me and squeezing my cock with her now-experienced muscles, providing a sensation that drove me to the nearer and nearer the brink.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

Master was insatiable!! I was happy to accomodate his appetites. On the way to the bathing pool, he asked me to get on my hands and knees. The force of his long cock combined with his hands on my nipples drove me ever closer to climax. I squeezed down on his cock and heard his moan. He gripped my hips tighter and began thrusting faster...

 

[R Nitelight]

After a playful bath, we napped on the soft garden floor. We dined on the fruit that grew everywhere around us. Then, I told my Beauty I had a surprise for her. I took a scarf and wound it around her eyes. Then, I took her hand and guided her to the house. Once inside the house, I led her back to my favorite place.
"Do you remember this room, my Beauty?" I asked.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Beauty

The smile faded from my lips instantly when Master untied the scarf around my eyes. My gaze swept over the chains dangling from the ceiling, the cabinet where Master kept his instruments of torture, other things he'd not used on me but which looked frightening.

Then a blush crept up my cheeks. I remembered the last time we were in this room. How I hung from the ceiling with my legs wrapped around Master's neck while he pleasured me with his mouth. I heard a vague echo of his words from the first time we'd entered his room. I was unsure what he might want me to do.

"Oh Master!" I said softly. I turned to look up at him, my eyes pleading, "please, will you use your hands?"

 

[R Nitelight]

"Oh, Master! Please, will you use your hands?" she asked.
I took her hand and led her over to the horse. I showed her how to position herself, and then I strapped in her arms and legs, completely immobalizing her. I took a moment to admire the view. The sight of my Beauty's firm buns sticking out in the air like that enflamed my desire.
I stepped close and gently caressed her rounded derriere. Then, without warning, I delivered a sharp blow with the flat of my hand. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the chamber, and the noise that escaped from my Beauty's lips was more of surprise than pain.
"Would you like another, my Beauty," I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I gave her another, just a bit harder.
"Would you like another, my Beauty?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she answered again......


Ten minutes later, my Beauty's sore bum was a bright pink, and still she demanded more. I had another thought, however. I went to the cabinet and removed a vial of oil. This I dripped liberally on my Beauty's glory hole. Next, I made my member slick before I pressed it against my love's rear entrance........