She slinked through the night, making almost no sound. The darkness embraced her as she penetrated it, filling into every crevice of her flawless body. Her delicate concave torso bent with surprising agility as she made her every move deliberately onwards. The leaves barely rustled under her feet as she put one slender leg in front of the other, walking weightlessly through the caliginosity. The night was hers, hers alone.
Turning to the sky, she heard the mystic voices of the stars beckon her come. But sooth! An irresistible scent on the wings of the midnight air stopped her next step midair; her perfect toes curled backwards. She scanned the distance to spot its source, that enticing smell taking over her invincible thinking, making her thoughts stray. What was that incense which burned inside her and made her pine, almost bringing her down on her knees?
Her chasm black eyes, had never failed her senses before, but tonight? Tonight was different. Something was emanating an aura stronger than anything she had ever perceived, stronger than even her own.
And a little distance away - or was it very far, it was hard to tell by the illusion – the very air seemed to have solidified. Whether he was blacker than the night sky or he became the darkness itself, was hard to tell. But his radiation attracted her like nothing had ever attracted her before.
Shunning the heavenly voices aside, she began to move towards the shadow, though her every instinct screamed out to her otherwise. Cold sweat. Her black hair clung to her arched wet back; a shiver of adrenaline down her spine ran. She was almost by his side, she knew because his scent told her so.
She was breathing heavily now, in slow deep sensuous puffs, her chest rising and falling conspicuously, her panting growing more desperate with her every step, beautiful lips slightly parted.
His iciness swept over her skin and a wrenching pain shot through her very soul. A bittersweet thirst rose within her and she knew he would never be hers. His cold finger stroked her dark cheek, moved down her throat, swept her dark hair away from her moist back. She felt his arctic lips brush against her neck tantalizingly, moving lower.
Waves of euphoria rippling from the place where those icy lips met that burning back.
She must break free; the stars call!
His breath heavy down her throat.
The heavens were summoning!
His unyielding hand gripping her svelte abdomen.
Daughter of the Night, return!
His whole body closer now, pressing against her all too welcoming frame.
Alight skyward o Goddess!
An excruciating pang of desire, he was not to be hers forever.
But tonight? Tonight was different.
Turning to the sky, she heard the mystic voices of the stars beckon her come. But sooth! An irresistible scent on the wings of the midnight air stopped her next step midair; her perfect toes curled backwards. She scanned the distance to spot its source, that enticing smell taking over her invincible thinking, making her thoughts stray. What was that incense which burned inside her and made her pine, almost bringing her down on her knees?
Her chasm black eyes, had never failed her senses before, but tonight? Tonight was different. Something was emanating an aura stronger than anything she had ever perceived, stronger than even her own.
And a little distance away - or was it very far, it was hard to tell by the illusion – the very air seemed to have solidified. Whether he was blacker than the night sky or he became the darkness itself, was hard to tell. But his radiation attracted her like nothing had ever attracted her before.
Shunning the heavenly voices aside, she began to move towards the shadow, though her every instinct screamed out to her otherwise. Cold sweat. Her black hair clung to her arched wet back; a shiver of adrenaline down her spine ran. She was almost by his side, she knew because his scent told her so.
She was breathing heavily now, in slow deep sensuous puffs, her chest rising and falling conspicuously, her panting growing more desperate with her every step, beautiful lips slightly parted.
His iciness swept over her skin and a wrenching pain shot through her very soul. A bittersweet thirst rose within her and she knew he would never be hers. His cold finger stroked her dark cheek, moved down her throat, swept her dark hair away from her moist back. She felt his arctic lips brush against her neck tantalizingly, moving lower.
Waves of euphoria rippling from the place where those icy lips met that burning back.
She must break free; the stars call!
His breath heavy down her throat.
The heavens were summoning!
His unyielding hand gripping her svelte abdomen.
Daughter of the Night, return!
His whole body closer now, pressing against her all too welcoming frame.
Alight skyward o Goddess!
An excruciating pang of desire, he was not to be hers forever.
But tonight? Tonight was different.
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