Deliverance {MF, cons, anal, magic, oral, goth} 

*** Introduction

 I am besieged by the terrible daemons of my fears, of my past come back to
haunt my every wandering night. I knew this damnation would come to me. I
knew that my hunted would finally recoil and strike as the hunter. They call
for my blood where there is no blood to release. They scream for my
deliverance when I can be delivered unto none but the devil himself. Is
there no subtle, passionate release to match the obsession and ecstasy of my
own life? Is there no way to escape that destiny which the darkness has
promised to me? Can I not be merely free of the chains by which Dawn seeks
to hold me under its hypnotic embrace? Can I not join those Kindred who walk
beneath the blinding Sun as mortals and hold the rays of a sunset in the
palms of my hands, those who have been born of a new epoch and have no fear
of the light? No. I am of another time, another place in history where those
of the night stayed in the shadows of the faded sun. Those were the children
of the ethereal moon and I am still a prince among them if not by right then
by the very essence of the grace and power I hold in my soul.

 *** Part I (Mist of Desire)

 I awoke from a dream. Or was it really a dream? I found myself on the road
outside New Abbey near the Loch Kindar. I was alone in the darkness with no
moon this night to guide my footsteps in the direction of Mainsriddle. The
mists from the Loch had risen to meet the road and the sound of my leather
boots was like a lover whispering in my ear, soft and steady in a tone that
lulled me into a drifting coma of thoughts and memories. How long I walked
along that road I cannot tell, but I fell across the small yellow glow that
crossed the road from what seemed to be a nearby tree. Or as I came closer
realized that it was behind the tree from where I stood. I stopped my pace
and gazed intently at the shock of red hair that glistened in the glow of
the lamp that was hung on the branch above, a teasing glimpse of whomever
was sitting there in silence. How was I to know that it was her sitting
there waiting for me? How did she even know that I would come this way on my
journey?  But she turned at that moment by some unnatural force of intuition
and there I stood, my eyes fixed on her. She smiled and my heart felt as if
it could actually pump blood again, the throb of a once beating heart felt
in the glimmer I saw in her eyes.

 How I suddenly longed for her, needed her, desired her with more than I
could offer. Her in that dusty-rose blouse, leather-tied up each side, to my
dark crimson leathers. The crevice of her breasts fell deep below the
tasseled shoulder line, and those small, firm breasts rose and fell ever so
slightly with each breath her took. Her pleated brown skirt offered itself
up to the slight breeze and revealed legs as tan as the deer-hide boots in
which I had traveled for so long. She seemed to shiver at the sight of my
pitch colored eyes, but as I removed my raven's cloak to offer her its
comfort, she backed away and refused. Then I saw that words would be never
spoken between us in this place. There would be no need for them here. I
placed my cloak on the ground between us, a sign that there was a middle
ground between the living and the dead, that we could share this space and
time without the fear of guilt or sin, that we could be alive and dead in ea
ch other's embrace without giving up our own state of being.

 She sat down on the cloak and motioned for me to sit beside her. I took a
step toward her and began to lower myself onto the cloak when she reached
out and took my hand, forcefully but gently, and ran my fingers through her
hair. My already rising desire became even more intense as I found my knees
weak and collapsing beneath me. Misericordia, I exclaimed under my breath. I
begged for mercy in my native tongue. As I knelt beside her and drew in a
kiss from her lips, the sweetness of nectar penetrated my mouth as her
tongue entered my mouth to fondle my own, the taste of the flavored oil that
covered her lips tantalized me to want more and to pull her closer into our
embrace. There was a rush of movement and her fingers worked deftly as they
unstrung my jerkin and began to run through the light hair on my chest
before I could even begin to fumble with the leather strips that held the
sides of her blouse. As I opened one side of her blouse and began to undo
the other side, her lips grazed my chest and I felt her wet lips surround my
left nipple. Her smallest finger traced the scar of my Surrender, the small
line under my heart that had bled its last drop so many hundreds of years
earlier. I shuttered under her touch as the heat that I had never felt since
that day crept back into my body and began to saturate my self-control.
Desire as I had never remembered murdered Reason as I pulled the last strand
of leather from her blouse and it silently fell to the ground.

 I was kneeling before her as she sat there touching my chest. I held the
back of her neck and kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes, her
cheeks, and her neck ... her neck. How the vein stood out from the passion
that was overtaking us both. I could smell the blood rushing through it at
such an impossible rate. The maddening smell of her blood slammed into my
senses and created such frenzy that I found myself almost losing the battle
to suffocate her in the Surrender against her will. The smell hardened my
invisible manhood and noticeably tightened the wolf-skin pants that I wore.
But I held back, by some miracle of passion for the sensation that was
moving down my chest to my belly with each kiss from her lips on my skin, I
held back from taking her into the Darkness. I struggled to refrain from
even kissing that spot again and touched her shoulders, kissing them and
bending down to touch her breasts. She suddenly lifted her head and pushed
my body from her, holding me at a small distance from her. Her hand moved to
my hip pouch and removed it without effort. My sheath and bodkin fell away
with equal ease. Her hands moved softly along the top of my pants as they
came back around to the leather ties that held the front together. She
slowly began to untie them as she put her face close to the leather bulge
and teased me with her breath and her upraised eyes that met mine with an
evil glimmer.

 As the last strip of leather came from the eyelets in my pants, she
smoothed her hand down my belly, just inside my pants and across the soft
hair that was barely perceptible in the light of the lamp that seemed to
have not dimmed at all by some magickal power. I was throbbing with an
unnatural force that had taken over my body. She leaned back and removed her
skirt only to lean forward again quickly hiding the patch of soft red fur
that had been briefly seen in the light, a tease for tension that I already
felt inside. How I desired to be near her, to be between her legs in a
moment of passion. Totally naked, she returned to my pants and slowly opened
them and began to slip them down around my hips. My cock was freed from its
leather prison and poised itself like a soldier of Buckingham Palace --
rigid, motionless, silent. She pulled my pants further down to around my
shins, leaning over to do so and brushing her hair against the underside of
my testicles. The sensation, the shivers of almost pure pain that were
released up my spine were intense, but I held on and stood my ground still
on my knees. As she began to raise her head back up, she kissed my inner
thighs and gently licked the trail back up between my legs. She pushed me
down onto my back, leaving my shins and feet pinned under my body.

 I felt helpless even knowing that there would be no way that she could
physically overpower me. But the ecstasy that was flowing through my
bloodless veins was enough to keep me down. Her mouth was like a poison, her
tongue like the serpent's kiss before sting of death. I could do nothing but
surrender to her touch with a longing that rivaled the longing for my first
Surrender.

 She touched my cock with her fingers, teasing the very head of it with such
a light pressure that the pain was excruciating, the pleasure on the verge
of instant release. But then she moved her other hand to brush against the
flesh surrounding my testicles and firmly held them as her mouth began to
breathe such a hot breath against them. Her tongue began a slow, torturous
crawl up my shaft to under the ridge of my cock. Her tongue circled my cock
and the moist touch of her lips created an involuntary jump of my cock and
it slipped suddenly into her mouth. She seemed a little surprised, but took
the rest of the shaft into her mouth and carefully lowered her whole mouth
down upon it. It seemed like an eternity of pleasure had gone by and I
watched as she worked her lips around my cock and slid up and down the shaft
until it was in a continued state of reflex. I felt the urge to release and
her obviously felt it too. She lifted her head and removed me from her
mouth, holding me in her hands with a tenderness that was unbearable. I felt
her shift slightly as if she was going to plunge me inside of her. I
resisted and forced my legs from under me to sit up and hold her firmly
against me.

 She surrendered to my touch and I laid her back upon my cloak. As I touched
her breasts for the first time, they were small and firm but soft, like that
of a childless maiden, and plenty for any man of common reason. Her nipples
were perfectly round and of a darkness that contrasted her doe-like tan
skin. If I could have walked in the light, it would have seemed that they
were almost black in comparison to the paleness of my own skin. I ran my
fingers around the nipples and felt them rise up under my touch. The curves
of her breasts gave way under my hands and her back arched as I ran my hands
down her sides to her hips and then along the inside of her thighs, grazing
her private lips ever so elusively. As I brought my hands around to the
outside her thighs, I bent down a took her left nipple in my mouth. The
desire to bite and draw blood was intense but repressed. I had no urge to
hurt her, just be part of her and have her part of me. I began to circle her
nipple with my tongue and pull my hands back toward the center of her,
between her legs to that soft hair that surrounded her subtle lips. I could
already smell the blood that had enraged those lips with passion and rushed
inside, longing to feel my touch and open up her most intimate place to me.

 I kissed down her belly and tongued my way around the small hole that
resided in the center of it. Her arched her back even more and I continued
down until I could smell the scent of roses between her legs. I buried my
face, my lips, in the soft, reddish-blonde hair that merely decorated the
smooth, naked pussy between her thighs. My hands hovered ever so lightly
over her pussy and stroked almost unreceptively the lips, slipping
occasionally into the crevice between them. I could feel the wetness of her
pussy begin to accumulate within her. I slid my finger barely into that
crevice and pulled it up until I found that little button of flesh that was
already waiting for my fingers to discover it and explore the area around
it. I brushed her clit with my finger, and then my tongue, and felt her
shiver completely from head to toe. Her hips quivered like a chill had set
into her bones. Waiting for just a moment, while I continued to circle her
clit with my finger, I slid my left hand under her ass and plunged a finger
inside her pussy to delve into that wetness that I could smell and had
finally tasted, the ambrosia of the gods. Inside her was a heat like a
thousand suns conjoined into the infernos of hell, it was a wet heat that
trickled down my finger and into the palm of my hand.

 As I slid my finger in and out of her pussy, I lowered my head a little
further and began to lick circles around her clit, teasing out every
possible response from her body. Her back went limp and lay flat against the
ground and her hips rose to press harder into my face. With the flat of my
tongue, I began to lick the crevice of her pussy from the bottom of the slit
to the clit and around her clit until she let out a soft sigh and then
worked my way back to the center to force my tongue deep into her and taste
the pleasure there. She lay there, squirming under my touch, and I reached
inside her with yet another finger to soak it down with her wetness. Leaving
my first finger inside her, I slowly pressed my second finger inside that
small hole underneath her pussy, exploring the inner regions of her
backside. I held her firmly and rubbed both fingers in and out of their
respective holes at the same time, squeezing just enough so that I could
feel both fingers rub up against each other through the skin while inside
her. She writhed uncontrollably and finally gave in to my mouth as it
pressed one final time into her pussy drawing out the ecstasy within her and
begging for it to release even more.

 I could take it no longer, and from the fire in her eyes I could only
imagine that any longer without me inside her would be a dangerous wrath to
incite. With my pants still around my shins, I moved myself lower to
position myself with enough leverage to enter her slowly. My cock was still
raging, throbbing, rushing to enter that palace of passionate release that
was between her legs. As the head of my cock reached the entrance, I stopped
to merely touch her lips. I held myself and rubbed my cock along the sides
of her lips, letting the wetness of her pussy run over the top and create a
glistening coat of moisture. I spread her lips slightly with my fingers and
slipped my now wet cock into her pussy. But I stopped again once the swollen
head of it was inside, the shaft never reaching its fullness of length
inside her. Her legs came up to surround me, to encompass my waist. Her hips
tried to move close to me to force me deeper inside, but I held her down and
kept her fast against the ground. I moved slightly, entering only a little
more inside her and then slipped my cock back out to merely have my cock
head inside her. I kept doing this until the begging in her eyes demand
satisfaction. I plunged in one stroke the fullness of my cock inside her
pussy and felt it reach the back of her to completion. Her hips rose and
thrust even harder against me and I was not sure if there was even more of
me to go inside her or more of her to take me. I slid back out and continued
to thrust into her with a desire to impale her completely, totally, and
forever on my cock.

 Suddenly, she slid sideways on an outstroke and my cock slid from inside
her. Before I could react, she had me on my back and was stroking my cock,
wet from being inside her, between her breasts. On each up stroke she took
the head of my cock in her mouth and quickly teased it with her tongue. I
tried to move, but she had me locked in a position in which her domination
of my movements was complete. As I closed my eyes, there was a cessation of
movement around my cock. Not wanting to open my eyes, I lay still for a
moment and then felt her impale her pussy on my shaft. I opened my eyes to
find her lying across my chest, looking deep into my eyes and rocking slowly
up and down on my rigid cock. The pressure was intense and almost took much
to keep from exploding. There began to be small tremors inside her as she
seemed to roll her eyes into the back of her head. The tightness that
pulsated within her pussy massaged my cock almost to the point of losing
control inside her. But again, she seemed to sense this and pulled herself
off of me.

 I tried to rise but she put her foot on my chest and forced me back down on
the ground. She knelt down and placed her pussy over my face and held it
there just low enough for me to reach if I strained with my neck to move my
mouth near it. I licked the juices that had begun to flow freely from her
and dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. My tongue plunged in and
out of her pussy and all around her clit until, again, I could sense the
small explosions inside her rock her body until it finally collapsed onto my
face and I buried my mouth into the lips of her soft passion, licking inside
it until I could get no more. After a moment of feeling me penetrate inside
her, she stood and brushed the side of my face with her thigh as she did. I
lifted my head to look over and behind me to find her up against a tree
facing it with her ass out for my pleasure.

 Kneeling behind her, I again dove my tongue into her pussy from behind,
this time licking from the center of her pussy up to the dark hole that
seemed to be longing for my cock. I rubbed her thighs and up to the lips of
her pussy and she began to move her hips back and forth into my face. I
stood and slowly, carefully, with all the grace of angels, entered her dark
hole and heard the only sound I had heard from her in all the darkness that
had surrounded us. The gasp that she released as I entered her ass was that
of pleasure and desire. Holding her hips in my hands, I rammed myself deep
inside her as she pushed back against me. My now engorged cock, waiting for
it's much longed for release of its own juices, rushed forward and the back
again in repetition inside the tightness of her ass.

 I felt the rage of my cock as it began to rise to completion. The juice
inside began to rise from the sack of flesh between my legs and fill my
shaft as it continued to press deeply inside her. Her amazing perceptions
once again came to light and she forced her hips down quickly and pushed my
cock out of her dark hole. Picking up her skirt, she wiped off my cock with
a gentle, tender stroking that left it still hard and swollen with its
unreleased juices still begging to be taken. She knelt down and took my cock
one more time and the moisture of her mouth engulfed my cock until it was
again wet with anticipation and a small glistening drop of juice began to
seep from the tip. She licked the drop off and smiled as she stood to face
me and place her arms around my neck. Holding her thigh in my hand, I lifted
it up to surround my waist and pressed my cock inside her pussy again,
feeling the swollen head force its way into her tight hole. She lifted her
other leg and locked her legs together around me. I drove my cock hard
inside her, standing there in the darkness of the night, in the mist that
still rolled in from the Lock Kindar. I felt the pressure again in my cock
and the explosions within her became stronger and more intense.

 I released inside her. The explosion of my juices inside her was answered
with the tightening of her pussy around the shaft and the pain of her
muscles encompassing my cock with such strength was a pleasure not to be
found in all of Eden. I held her for a moment, not wanting to let her off of
me. Wanting to keep her there forever, in our own private pleasure.

 I knelt again before her and licked her pussy, took all that I could from
her. Longing to taste the blood that was still flowing in the lips that
surrounded my tongue, I felt her move and she forced me to the ground once
again. Still licking inside her, I felt her mouth take my cock and begin to
clean it gently with a soft stroking of her tongue. Then it stopped. I
looked up and saw her staring at me. For the first time, I kissed her and
tasted our own passion on her lips.

 I lay back and looked at the stars for a moment. I looked back and she and
everything she had were gone. The lamp still hung on the branch and the
light still crossed the road through the mist. But she was gone like a
shadow. Had she really existed at all? Was she just a siren in the night to
seduce me and then leave me without a prey? Or have I become the prey for
the first time in my history? I dressed myself and continued on the road to
Mainsriddle.