Isle De Soledad

[cgraven]

Her body was supply and bent to his will as he bore his dark haired beauty down , down to the floor of the foundry. The young beauty’s own image gazed down upon her those lips forever so ripe, so luscious as they “O”ed in that moment of supreme ecstasy forever etched into Saskia youthful face. His name was on her lips whispered almost in adoration….Corbeau………he savored triumphant expression on the statue’s face reflected in the girl’s smoldering blue eyes reflected once more on the face of the woman lying beneath its maker. He savored her surrender as Saskia wantonly and shamelessly wrapped her arms and legs around Corbeau, the heat in the foundry leaving her skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration as their bodies moved against each other … sensually … slowly, flesh against flesh, interlocked in the most intimate of embraces.

Corbeau met his dark little angle’s surrender with a raw power, the slow … deliberate thrusts that buried him deep within her velvety depths as if he was claiming her body as his … again … and again. He claimed her made love to her, dominated her as the dark passions of the girl’s own needs where matched by the searing heat of the foundry. The pleasure he brought her was heavenly yet the sinful depravity of what he tempted her with were reflected by the shimmering hellish flames of the foundry where her image of unbridle passion had been born where her submission to the lash had brought her the most excusive pain and pleasure.

Corbeau

She whispered his name, before she lifted her lips to his, kissing him deeply as the primal rhythm continued … roaring like the flames that danced around them.

When at last his passions were spent he lay with her in cupids embrace his young lover screwed on his lust for her. her breathing coming in sharp little gasps as she fought to catch her breath.

“Shall we see how dark your passions truly are Saskia.”

The temptation whispered in her shell like ear. Even as his hot moist breath washed over the nape of the exhausted beauty’s neck. A softly whispered temptation for her to sin still further.

 

[DarkEmpress]

How much darker could her passions get?

Saskia laid in Corbeau’s arms, her body slowly floating down to earth. She loved the feel of him against her, his strong body pressed against the softer plains of her own. He had awoken a sleeping sex goddess within her that she never knew existed. She could simply not get enough of him...

Her mind was however niggling at little things ... the strength in his hands ... the way he was able to bend her will so easily. She obeyed everything he wanted. It was such a far cry from the person that had stepped ashore the island a scant few days ago.

Corbeau was still a stranger, regardless of whether they knew each other intimately. She hazarded a look at him from across her shoulder, puzzlement in her eyes. What was it about him? There was something ... odd, she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

Saskia closed her eyes and tried to formulate the words. “If it is all the same to you ... Corbeau, may I have a rest?” She said, trying not to sound as if she was dodging his request. “I am ... a little tired,” she added.

She had not spoken to David since she arrived, she had no contact with the outside world. It was as if Corbeau had swallowed her whole into this strange place. There was something almost sinister humming in the air ... maybe she was imagining it? Saskia was however not sure, and needed a moment to search her muddled mind.

 

[cgraven]

Saskia Lay in Corbeau’s arms her soft little mewling of sexual satisfaction pleased him. He loved the little game of seduction he played with this gorgeous young innocent, the way she yield to him as he stripped away her youthful naiveté one layer at a time. The way she embraced each knew dark passion.

She hazarded a look at him from across her shoulder, puzzlement in her eyes………….Saskia closed her eyes. Yet in that moment when their eyes had met Corbeau for the first time saw a shimmer of doubt in his little fallen angel’s eyes. He watched as she struggled to formulate an answer to his question.

“If it is all the same to you ... Corbeau, may I have a rest?”

Saskia body had stiffened slightly and the girl had let her eyes flutter close to avoid his gaze that laid her soul bare to him. It was obvious that this young innocent was avoiding the master’s question.

“I am ... a little tired,”

She added almost as an after thought.

“Certainly Saskia .’

Corbeau let the stunning young beauty slip from his arms. He watched the sensual sway of her hips as s the girl walked away from him. Corbeau would know watch the young beauty more carefully for he had no intention of letting her escape. After all her journey into darkness had just begun.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia furtively walked down the hallway and made her way back to her room. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it for a moment, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

She laid herself down on her bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. There was something about Corbeau that completely freaked her out ... or maybe she was just being paranoid and reading too much into small things that were not there. As hard as she tried to convince herself that he was an upstanding and caring person, a little voice in the back of her mind kept poking holes into her arguments.

Frustrated, she pushed herself up from the bed and was startled to find that the sun had already set. An idea took shape and Saskia fished her mobile from her bag and switched it on. She tried David’s number and was taken aback to hear his worried voice on the other end.

“Where have you been?” he nearly shouted at her. “The entire world is looking for you. We have even sent a search party to the island to try and find you and they came back empty handed.”

“I’m on the island David and the place is only that big,” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. “It has only been a few days, why are you so worried?” she asked almost accusingly.

“A few days!” David said exasperatedly. “It’s been two weeks Saskia!”

“What?” Saskia asked, dumbstruck. She recounted the time she had spent with Corbeau and could only account for two or three days. “Are you sure?” she asked, convinced he was joking.

“Does it sound like I am joking?” he retorted almost angrily, reading her mind as he always did.

“No,” she admitted, and then a trickle of fear started trailing down her spine. “David, will you come and fetch me?” she asked, suddenly needing to put as much space between herself and Corbeau.

“On my way,” he said.

Saskia packed her bag and had slipped into the clothes she wore when she arrived on Isle De Soledad. Trying to sneak through the house was simply too nerve-wrecking and Saskia subsequently decided to climb through the window and head for the shore as fast as she could. An ominous bank of mist awaited her. Saskia walked in circles, the wall of white completely distorting her sense of direction. The compass she had in her backpack was completely useless. It was as if the entire island was surrounded by a magnetic field that made the compass spin around and around.

“Damnit,” Saskia muttered under her breath as she came to a standstill, shaking the compass. She tried to peer through the white wall of mist, desperately trying to keep her fear and apprehension at bay. What was this place?

 

[cgraven]

Corbeau let the stunning young beauty slip from his arms. He watched the sensual sway of her hips as s the girl walked away from him. Corbeau would know watch the young beauty more carefully for he had no intention of letting her escape. After all her journey into darkness had just begun.

The sun had just set when The Master of Isle De Soledad knocked softly on the young beauty’s door and softly called,

“ Saskia”

Again he called the young beauty’s name as he slowly pushed the door open a quick glance at the empty room told him she had fled. A dark wicked smile bowed the man’s lips.

“So my little dove has flown!”

There was a dark sinister note to his dark rich voice. Corbeau’s fingers began to move in slow intricate patterns as he began a slow dark chant. A mist began to form at the tips of his fingers as he gathered the threads of magic, a dark sinister magic that was his to command. Those thread of mist flowed from the Mage’s fingers to shroud Isle De Soledad. A living, pulsing net cast to ensnare the fleeing beauty.

An ominous bank of mist awaited her. Saskia walked in circles, the wall of white completely distorting her sense of direction. The compass she had in her backpack was completely useless. It was as if the entire island was surrounded by a magnetic field that made the compass spin around and around.

Slowly Corbeau drew the net closer tighter around the fleeing beauty.

“Damnit,”

Saskia muttered under her breath as she came to a standstill, shaking the compass. He drew net ever tighter, the tendrils of that ominous mist caressed the frightened beauty’s cheek, clawed at her clothing, and entwined into the dark silken tresses of her hair. At every turn the thick rolling bank of mist caressed the frightened beauty in the most intimate way. Then as she tried to peer through the white wall of mist, desperately trying to keep her fear and apprehension at bay.

Suddenly Corbeau stood before Saskia. It was not as if he had stepped from the mist but rather he had materialized from it as if by magic.

“Leaving so soon my sweet beauty.”

His fingers entwined in the Girl’s hair his mouth crushed to hers in a demanding savage kiss.
“We have yet to discover just how dark your passions are Saskia.”

Again his mouth claimed hers as he held her body close to his in an iron embrace.

“I am afraid I can not permit you to leave just yet Saskia”

 

[DarkEmpress]

Saskia could have sworn something touched her and she whirled around bewildered, grabbing into the mist only to grasp at empty space. It was completely messing with her mind.

“Who is there?” she asked the mist accusingly.

Another touch to her cheek, something clawing at her clothes and a hand tightening in her hair ... and Saskia was completely freaking out. She tried to run ... move ... but the invisible object kept her nailed to the ground, unable to move.

“Leaving so soon my sweet beauty?”

Saskia froze, her eyes wide, as Corbeau appeared from thin air. Her breathing was rasping past her lips, her heart hammering in her chest as her mind tried to make sense of it.

“How...” she managed to gasp, before fear registered in her mind. This wasn’t right. There was no logical explanation for what had just happened, and yet he was standing in front of her in the flesh.

Saskia tried to back away from him, but Corbeau entwined his fingers in her hair and inexorably crushed her to his chest, his lips silencing any protests that were lingering there. The kiss was harsh, unforgiving ... almost savage, a far cry from the tender and lingering ones she had been privy to the last few days. She had her hands wedged against his chest, trying to push him away, refusing to kiss him back. All her attempts were futile though, it was like fighting a brick wall.

“We have yet to discover just how dark your passions are Saskia.”

“I don’t have dark passions,” she retorted. “Now, let me go,” Saskia managed to squeeze in before his lips silenced her again, his hands pressing and moulding her body to his in an iron embrace.

“I am afraid I cannot permit you to leave just yet Saskia”

“What do you mean?” She asked incredulously. “I am not your prisoner Corbeau, let me go,” Saskia said in a harsh tone, her fear temporarily flaring into anger. She used every ounce of power she had to try and push him away, but to no avail.

 

[cgraven]

“I don’t have dark passions,” she retorted. “Now, let me go,”

“Really Miss Reynolds.”

There was a dark almost mocking quality to his voice. The tendrils of mist began to shimmer and twist in a most unnatural way. Slowly and image began to from an image of her first night, his hands sliding up Saskia's arms, his fingers interlaced with hers as he brought her hands down from around his neck. He held both her dainty wrist in one massive hand. His dark eyes held hers as he reached for the manacles. The cold caress of iron encircled Saskia's wrists. click, click the manacles as softly as the whispered sigh of the shutter but with a finality that cut off all avenues of escapes. Her body arching to his as she so willingly gave her innocence to him.

“I am not your prisoner Corbeau, let me go,”

There was a dark harsh tone to Saskia as if it lent conviction to the image that confronted her

Again an image began to form in the mist as her own surrender, came to her hauntingly. Lifting her hands above her head, her wrists pressed together as if they were bound already. The move lifted her chest and stretched her frame as she leaned back against Corbeau ... surrendering her body to him. Her eyes were dilating with desire, warm arousal kindling a flame in her being…….her scream…...the strands adorning her flesh with ripe red marks painted across her fair skin. Her heart was beating deafeningly in her chest, her breathing short, hard gasps………Saskia could feel her will bend to his as her body obeyed. Rolling her head back, long raven hair cascaded down her back ... Saskia gripped her bounds tightly as the first spasm of a powerful orgasm ripped through her being. She gasped and then expelled the breath in a high-pitched moan as her body trembled, multiple charges exploding through her nervous system.

His mouth pressed to hers in a sinfully primal kiss that mirrored the dark shimmering visions that swirled in the back mist that held her captive as surely as his fingers entwined in her dark silken hair.

The vision of a beautiful creature part schoolgirl part wanton her wrists bound, arms stretched above her head . Her lips were parted in a sensual “O”, her supple young body arched in that moment of divine ecstasy. A young beauty freed by her bound to embrace the darkest and richest of forbidden pleasures. Saskia caught at the rare moment of transition when the girl died and the woman was born. Flashed before her eyes in the shifting mists. Condemning her feeble denials. Lies you can fight. Yet what happens when the shifting images before your eyes are the truth or at least half truths. No one had forced Saskia, at least not physically. Each time it was she that had breathlessly said Yes


“Shall you come now or shall I take you?”