The feeder seeks (Closed for Hannah18)

darkenhorse

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The entity floated along in the chill of the night, the winter mist floating through it . Nobody could see it or sense it. The creature who called himself only "feeder" surveyed the land below.

He had left not one hour ago his last lady, having fed one last time. One final rush, one more flush of ecstasy and as she fed for the last time in her life. The she had looked at him, her old eyes and thanked him for a wonderful life. And then it's friend, lover and food source was gone,

He would need to feed again but it was not urgent. He could take his time, find the right one. All below in the street he could see the world of mankind, but it was as ash to him. What excited him, what he could sense was the light of that sexual energy. It sparkled everywhere, like candles in the dark.

That food, that oh-so sweet food. He could sense couples , people on their own, even a group nearby. But these people expended their energy on themselves. He could consume that power but it was rank to him.

He searched, carefully, for someone for whom the energy was new, for that fresh flame of youth. His next meal, his next lover and his next possession.

He searched.
 
Hannah had been sheltered all of her life and at the tender age of eighteen she was begining to discover sex and all of the feelings that came along with it. However she kept this to herself and even she had to admit that her knowledge was limited, which for a while was okay with Hannah but recently that had changed.

she was not sure were the idea originated, but as Hannah lays in bed, her mind begins to wander as she thinks about slipping her hand down the sheets and up her nightgown to play with herself, sure it was wrong but she couldn't seem to help it.

Hannah slides her hand down her cloth covered stomach, towards her creamy white thighs, gasping as she begins to inch her fingers up ever so slowly towards her pussy, her moves were so soft and so nervous.

She gasps once as her fingertips brush against her slit, a weird feeling over taking her as she suddenly realises that it is arousal.
 
The sound alerted him and he paused. It was the smallest of sounds, not even a moan or whimper but the lightest gasp of air escaping from a pair of lips. But to him it was the clearest bell,

He looked, and saw the house, the abode with three bodies. Two sleepers and one fresh young girl. He moved closer and examined her. He could see her face, the surprise and nervousness. He drifted, invisible and unseen, through the glass of the window, like a mere spirit.

Looking at her he could sense her newness. She knew not what she was doing, or what pleasures it could hold. This was the ripe fruit he sought, the tender awakening.

He quickly floated into the other room, though the wall and spread a deep sleep over the other occupants of this home. And, with them secure, he moved back, and floated next to the bed, and considered how to proceed.
 
This was such a strange feeling, but it sent a shiver down her spine as she touched herself like this. Hannah's fingers slides upwards, gasping as her hips buck up off of the bed as it brushes over her hard little clit. She moans softly, then closes her mouth tightly, realising that her parents are just next door.

she thinks about stopping, but hannah had already aroused something deep within her, which was almost impossible to stop. Her hand moves up, grabbing hold of her nightgown and sitting up slowly as she begins to inch it up over her body, revealing her tight toned stomach and small but pert breasts, Hannah slips it over her head and throwing it to the side, moaning out as she feels the silk sheets on her body, causing her nipples to stand into attention like no one else had ever done before.

Yet as my hands roam my body, exploring every inch of it, I come to the realisation that I have n idea what to do or how to pleasure myself.
 
I watch her intently, enjoying the feeling of seeing this again. Human beauty and asthetics mean nothing to me , but the sheer animal energy as she undergoes this journey of discovery is transfixing.

I've decided she will be my next. She has the raw energy, and the potential to excel. I will make her mine.

As I watch her expose her breasts I can see her inexperience. She doesnt know where to touch, just that she wants to. I must make sure I connect before she has her first orgasm, or I will never have her.

I leave in, my aura close to her ear. "Rub your nipples" I say, softly. Not a voice, but a suggestion. If I judge it right, and I have done this for centuries, then she will not hear. She might sense something here but at such a low level it wont matter. One in a century someone senses one of my kind and we have to leave a human alone but it's never happened to me.

"Rub them" I whisper again, "It will feel soooo good."
 
I lay there for a minute, suddenly completly unsure of what I should do, nervous even and then out of the blue I suddenly get a very warm feeling all around me and deep in the bit of my stomach, I cannot help but feel as though there is something or perhaps even someone with me and it is as though someone is guiding me, like I just suddenly know what I should do next, well at least the next step, it not the entire thing.

I smile a little bit, feeling relaxed as one hand begins to slide down my neck slowly and across my chest over the curve of my breast towards my nipple, I rub it with the palm of my hand, causing me to moan and then shiver in delight... it felt good and I knew that it was right.

My mouth falls open in a silent moan as I pinch one softly and then continue to rub, feeling my arousal begining to drip down my thighs ever so slowly and the feeling of pleasure to swirl in the pit of my stomach and I couldn't stay still, squirming slightly on the bed, unused to this.
 
Good, very good. She is responding to me, connecting to me. I can feel the warmth of her pleasure, a small cobweb thin link. Fragile it is , but it is a start.

The link needs to be nourished, strengthened little by little. She must slowly embrace my aura, subconsciously only, but willingly.

"Enjoy it my girl", I whisper, "No one will hear, touch and enjoy. Let your body guide you and take pleasure in it."
 
It seemed that all of a sudden I knew what to do, perhaps it was because my body was responding or perhaps it was just something else. I feel a puddle of warmth between my legs, slightly surprised by all juices I was producing, my hand touches against the sticky liquid making it easy for me to slide them up and down my slit, my nails scraping against slightly which causes me to arch my back and moan softly.

My other hand still rests on my nipples as I rub them with my thumb harder, my free hand running over my clit and I feel something tingling, I don't really understand, wondering what this strange feeling was.
 
I couldnt help but be pleased with her responses. I'm sure on some level she knows I'm here, but is far too engrossed with her body to really care. Judging how to make her conciously aware is always tricky but there are techniques. The pleasure is the key.

My influence is small at this point, but is not quite limited to a mere suggestion. I spread my aura towards her, and wait for my tiny moment. When she next brushes over her clit I will send a spark of raw pleasure through it. Not enough to make her have her first orgasm, but close to enough.

I whisper "enjoy" and get ready to pounce.
 
My thighs were shaking, in fact my entire body was actually trembling, I cannot believe all of these feelings, in fact I can barely contain all of them with in myself. My hands keep up there work on my nipples as I cry out and then slide my hand up and down my pussy, one finger slipping into the tight hole, causing me to gasp.

And then something happens; my thumb brushes over my hard little nub, causing me to gasp out in pleasure as my free hand grasps a hold of the sheets, squeezing them tightly in my hand as the orgasm approaches quickly.
 
I feel she is ready, but she must commit to me, in some small way, for the link be strengthened. I have energy left, but I must be wise with it. I push some more pleasure into her, and at the same time I try to hold her back from cumming. She must ask or the link fails. One word is all I need.

"Say please" I whisper.
 
I needed something, I wasn't exactly sure what it was, but it was definatley something, I could feel myself moving closer and closer towards it as pleasure fills throughout my entire body.

Suddenly a word pops into my head "please..." I whisper out loud, not even sure why I said it, but it had just come in to my brain and something told me that I needed to speak outloud. The palm of my hand continues to rub, but I felt like I was on the brink of something, yet I was not allowed to cross it.
 
There! She acknowledges, just a small part. I prepare, I open myself to receive the energy, from the moment she will remember until the day she dies.

She rubs and rubs but I succeed in holding her back, and I can see her straining for release.

"Enjoy" I whisper and pour more pleasure in and release her.
 
Then all of my barriers are gone and I do not feel strained or like something is missing as waves after wave of pleasure racks through my body, my toes curling up as I arch my back upwards, slipping my finger in and out slowly as the juices continue flowing hard and fast as I just lay there savouring the experience, If I had known that my body could give me such a feeling then I would have done this so long ago.

I whimper and cry out as it takes a toll on me, the pleasure snatched leaving a tingling feeling behind as I lay there on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
 
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