Deep into that darkness peering; long I stood there, wondering, fearing

[mistresswanda]

(The witching hour of night, Saturday Aug. 8th)
(The Dormouse)

Sleep is not coming to visit me tonight so it seems.....

I was in no mood to stay any longer than necessary tonight.  The actress hadn't learned the lines well enough to smile, celebrate Miao's good fortune, stay and be bright and sparkling.  No, even with the issue between Glass and I

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[gaueko_erebus]

I see her at the window, silently staring out into the darkness. The night wind strokes her skin and shadows nest in her hair. If I really wanted to I could put myself into that shadow, into that wind, feel her body as sure as if my own hands were on her...but I won't. Why give her phantom petting when I could have my teeth in her neck

[mistresswanda]

*Click, click, click, click..*

I am dragged back for the edge of sleep abruptly, a repetitve sound invading my almost slumber.

*Click, click, click, click...*

I sit up and try to focus in on the sound. It's coming from downstairs, and I start to think that maybe its the second hand from the clock in the kitchen. But it's awfully loud and I never noticed it being that loud before...

*click, click, rasp, click, click, rasp...*
'Thats funny,' I think to myself. it almost sounds like a dog---
A dog. I think I've stopped breathing.
A Big. Fuckin'. Dog.
Yes, I've stopped breathing, I'm holding my breath as I listen to the sound of nails clicking across the downstairs, nearing the stairs.

Carefully, quiet as I can manage I slip out of bed, take up the lamp in my hands, unplug it...
*click, click, click, pant, click, click, click, rasp..*
He's on the stairs, coming up towards the bedroom.
I cross to the wall where the door is, press myself flat against it, right along side the door, and raise my arms, holding the lamp aloft....

[gaueko_erebus]

I'm almost drooling from her nearness. She's heard me. I can hear footfalls on the floor, the clatter of a wire across the floor, the rhythmic pant of her breathing. She already stinks of fear. Did she just get herself a weapon? Is she actually planning to bash me over the head with something? That's practically cute.

Never seen the bedroom. Otherwise I could step through the shadow and come out beside her, and just imagining the look on her face makes me grin. But no.

In fact, now that she knows I'm here, I'm inclined to play with her a little. In that spirit I sit down beside the door, just to the left of the doorframe. And I just wait.

[mistresswanda]

Oh just goddamn me straight to Hades!
He's just sitting there, in the hall, right outside the door! I can't see him, but the footfalls stopped just short of coming in.
Effectively blocking the easiest escape route.
Fuck me.....
I could break hard right, go though the bathroom to the adjoining spare room, try to get out and down the stairs that way, but he'd know and just meet me at the other door. What the fuck am I going to do? I scan the room, trying to figure out--
Of course. I sigh inwardly, realizing my only option.
Take a deep breath. On three. One.... two....

I twist, hurling the lamp out into the hall, and even before it hits the wall opposite me, I've slammed the door shut in his face and dove for the window. Haul myself out, and easily lower myself to the porch overhang right over my window. I'll be able to lower and drop myself down, but I stop. Just for a second.... look back into the bedroom where I heard the door being thrown open......

...and give the sonofabitch one hell of a smile before I drop out of sight.

[mistresswanda]

The noises coming from behind me.... if it weren't for the hand nearly ripping my hair out and the nails digging into my hip, I'd swear he'd changed back to Hound. If there were ever an example of pure animal instinct, I'm living it now.

Still he's relentless, hasn't slowed up or changed the rhythm, just over and over he thrusts, impaling me, ripping screams and cries from my mouth that I never thought I was capable of making. I'm going to lose my voice soon. And yet, I still do not beg him to stop, beg for any small mercy, just keep writing and meeting the thrust of his hips

[gaueko_erebus]

Oh, she screams, shrieks like a bloody firebell only on key. Howls like an animal up to the night sky, to the moon and the darkness and the shadows around us. Bringing this woman, this refined and elegant and deadly and dominating woman to the point of pure, mindless animalism...it's possibly the most erotic thing I could imagine. Hearing that scream peeling from her throat...it's as good as hearing her say my name.

My jaws tighten around her neck and I thrust hard enough to shove her down flat against the ground and a howl erupts from my own throat, thrumming against her neck and my climax hits like a thunderbolt. The night pulses around us like a heartbeat, like the semen pulsing out of me, the shadow trails its fingers along our skin and the moon adds its voice to ours. And when the climax passes I slump on top of her, feeling her shiver and moan underneath me. I'm feeling disinclined to move for the moment.

[mistresswanda]

The wolves howl.... the moon howls.....the Night howls..... teeth sink deeper into my neck, I'm pressed flat against the ground, and it doesn't end. The climax doesn't end, just keeps coming and coming as he does.... and I scream and scream as he reverberates though me.....

.... haven't passed out, not like last time, but did lose all sense there for a moment. Come to, shivering and whimpering, and realize he's collapsed on top of me, not moving much either. I would think this would be extremely uncomfortable, him having a good foot on me and a 120lbs easy.... but he's warm where the night is cold, and the walk...no, the limp home will be a long and frigid one I think.

That is, if he doesn't decide to kill me anyway.

[gaueko_erebus]

Everything's a warm, pleasant haze...the heat of her body, the smells of sex and blood, the coppery taste in my mouth, the low sounds of her whimpers. My teeth are still set into the meat of her neck, so tightly my jaw was starting to hurt. Around us the sounds of the night are slowly returning, the chirp of crickets and the twitter of night birds. The pained little noises she's making are almost indistinguishable from them.

It takes me a few minutes to unlock my jaws, disentangle my teeth from her flesh, and then lift myself off of her. She hardly moves. For a minute I'm worried I actually might have hurt her...but no, just minor wounds from what I can see. A little shocky, maybe, but she'll be fine. Good. I want to keep this one. She's entirely too entertaining not to visit again.

I stroke my hand down her spine one last time before slipping into the shadows, emerging in Hound and outside of town. A few rabbits would really hit the spot after a fuck like that.