Passion in the Dark
Passion in the Dark.
I was TRYING to sleep one night. It was around 1 in the morning, tossing and turning, dog obediently at my feet. Nothing. I lay there until 2 AM. At that point, something struck me, an idea for an erotic story. Now, it wasn't much, but it's been awhile since I've written, and when I DID write, they all came out with some pretty good ratings. Thought I might as well put this one down onto a few virtual pieces of paper. By the way, I AM trying out a new way of typing, suggested by a friend.
Do tell me if it doesn't quite work out all that well, although I'm hoping it does. Also, this story pretty much is all yiff, but with a large, LARGE amount of foreplay lol. The sixth page is where it actually starts. I think. Its mostly meant for getting yer rocks off when ya really, REALLY need release.
Also, the reason that there is no character descriptions... is because its all you. Place yourself and your dream character in this, or two dream characters. Species too ;)
Indeed, I have brainfucked you. Now read on, you perv bastards.
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6 PM and midnight black outside. He hadn't seen darkness that early in the day in quite some while. As he walked through the front door of his rather small apartment on the outer edges of New York, he sighed, rolling his shoulders as he looks around.
In front of him, a tan colored couch, and in front of that at an angle, is a black leather chair. The floor was a plain wood, with a large, red carpet under the couch and chair, with a fireplace -Unlit at the moment- directly in front of the couch. To his right was a staircase to the next floor, with only two doors in a small hallway on top of the stairs.
He walked to the couch and sat down, looking around idly. The human had ear length black hair, brown eyes, and a soft face, nothing particularly special about his looks. He leaned back, tilting his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
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He awoke with a start, giving a small jump and quickly looking around in the pitch black. He hadn't even realized that he had fallen asleep when he closed his eyes. He knew that work had been strenuous, as usual, but he had never simply fallen asleep on the couch like that.
He stood, looking around for a moment, before walking behind the couch and forward, fumbling around with his hands.
He quickly found what he was looking for... well, something close to it, with his face.
He gave a jerk back as a THUMP was heard. He had found the wall inches from the handrail he had been fumbling for. He had turned his torso to the left just in case he had passed it. And he did, but he hadn't quite found it. But his head did.
He gave a pained groan, clutching his nose and forehead with his right hand, while using his left to hold onto the railing as he turned and scaled the stairs. He soon came to the next floor and he went to the right, released his head and grabbed for his bedroom door handle.
Since it was black as ink in the entire house, and he hadn't bothered to look for the light switch, it took him a few moments to find the doorknob. When he did find it, he gave it a twist, opening it and stumbling into the room.
He felt around for a moment before he found the footboard at the bottom of the bed, walking on the soft carpet below his shoes, making little to no sound. He came to the edge in the center of the bed and turned, sitting on it.
He bent down, pulling the on the laces of his work boots. Soon, they were both off, and after a few shoves and kicks, they flew across the room and collided with the far wall. He reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling the long sleeve vest off and dropping it on the ground beside him.
Sitting there topless, he stands, grabbing the top of his pants and hooking his thumbs in the waistline. He pushed them down to the ground, bending over slightly, and then steps out of them.
That left him standing there naked, never having bothered to wear his usual boxers, he walks to the head of the bed. After a few mumbles of feeling around, he pulled back the covers of the bed. Now he knew what it was like to be blind.
He stepped onto the bed, and then slid his leg under the covers, near to the base of the bed, and then dose the same to the other one, shifting around a bit until his head was comfortably at the pillow.
He lays himself down, pulling the covers and sheets up to his chin, and, leaving one arm out, turns to his left, closing his eyes, even though it made little to no difference if he kept them open. He gives another shift, and, even though he knew that it was probably only seven PM, he quickly falls asleep.
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Hours later, probably in the AM, he gave a start as he did earlier, eyes opened to the same inky darkness as before. He tried to look around, only seeing shadow. He couldn't see, being practically blind in the night, but he knew.
Something was there with him, making his heart skip several beats and almost making him black out. He didn't know what, or where, but he knew that it was somewhere. He lay back onto the bed, audibly gulping.
He looked around again, knowing that he was probably going to meet his maker. Then he heard it, the light whooshing sound and the crumpling of the bed sheets and the slight pressure by his right leg.
Whatever it was, it was now within touching distance of his big toe. And he was scared shitless. He looked down; unable to see the thing, but he could hear its slow, paced, and almost peaceful breathing.
Suddenly, a separate pressure was felt on his chest.
Softer, and spread out, like a human hand, over the covers. His breath faltered for a moment as he leaned back into the mattress harder.
The pressure by his leg lightened farther down and the pressure on his chest heavier, indicating that it was leaning towards him as he heard a voice, Sweet and soft, Almost melodic.
"Shh, little one, shh..." It was unmistakably feminine, impossible to mistake for something else.
His thoughts of it being a beast set on eating his skull instantly evaporated with the words in the air as he quickly relaxed. Every muscle in him went loose, almost as if his body was no longer his to command.
The voice incredibly soft and he almost longed to hear more of it. He shifted slightly, hearing it only a few inches from his right ear. Both of his arms were under the sheets, and he couldn't quite bring himself to move then.
Then, suddenly, the hand on his chest removed itself, another one going under the sheets just beside his right shoulder. He felt her take a gentle hold of his right forearm and pull it our from under the covers.
Her palm and fingers were incredibly soft, but didn't quite feel human. It was odd, but obvious. Then, she placed his hand on her left abdomen, on her side, and he understood why it felt inhuman, yet remarkably soft.
She had fur. He couldn't tell the color, but it felt like silk. He couldn't help by run his hands through her fur, flesh touching flesh occasionally when he put his hand deeper in the stuff when his hand went against her fur.
He closed his eyes, knowing that now it was completely futile to try and see his visitor. She seemed to shiver slightly as her abdomen stretched slightly under her hand as she clear enjoyed it. She placed a hand on his shoulder but didn't show any signs of stopping him.
His hand gently rubbed at her flesh, and then took a hold of a tuft of fur, playing with it lightly before releasing it and continuing the rubbing. Soon, his hand began to explore more of her abdomen, rubbing farther up and down, side to side.
As his hands explored her farther, he noticed the lack of any clothing. He knew where it all was obviously going, but he didn't care to rush into anything. Then, she replaced her hand onto his chest, gripping it gently as an almost purr like sound came from her.
He smiled, bringing his hand up farther and gripping her right shoulder gently, squeezing lightly and running his fingers over and through her fur. She seemed to greatly enjoy the contact, squeezing his chest gently.
Then, the weight by his left calve released for a moment as she shifted, and then a weight was once again by his leg, but smaller and sharper, as a similar one was placed on his other side in a similar fashion.
Then, her hand was removed from his chest and was placed beside him, her other hand placed on the other side. She had placed herself on all fours just above him. His breath quickened slightly as his eyes opened.
Even though he knew his eyes were open, he couldn't see any difference between open and closed. He brought his other hand out, sliding them from out of the embrace of the sheets and bringing it up, touching her right abdomen and going to the small of her back, rubbing it as he felt her arch her back at his touch.
He heard a soft, almost inaudible moan come from her as he scratched her fur gently. He smiled, closing his eyes again. Then he opened them quickly and looked up, feeling a pair of soft lips against his own.
If her voice was honey, her lips were god's wine. He quickly leaned his head up into her, kissing her back.
She responded by laying herself on top of him, which instantly got a response from his before then soft member.
He gave a light groan of his own as he leaned into her, kissing her deeper and more fervently as he draped his left arm over her back. His tongue went forth, and, parting his lips slightly to make room for it, touched hers.
It only took a split second of wetting her lips before she parted them, her own tongue coming forth as he plunged his into her, past her teeth, and quickly colliding with the muscle, surprisingly strong, in her mouth.
They both groaned slightly, tongues writhing around one another, both attempting to gain dominance over the other and dominion between the two. But, he was not in his home mouth, and she quickly gained the upper hand. (If that IS the right word to use. Lmao.)
She lashed at his tongue with her own, mashing it against the insides of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and whatever came into range. He loved it. He was lying there, not even able to see the thing giving him some tongue, and he loved it.
She suddenly broke the kiss, leaned up a little, and then placed a silk hand against his cheek, caressing him. He almost couldn't take the texture; he could have slept a thousand nights in her fur alone, in a small cave.
He leaned into the hand, mouth still open slightly, her form already starting to lay more onto his. Then, suddenly, she pulled away, and then grabbed a hold of the hem of the covers that were on top of him.
He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it just as badly. She got off of him for a moment, hand still on the covers, and yanked. She yanked, and the covers fell off of his nude form without protest.
His member was only semi hard, so it was forced to the side slightly as the fabric was torn from it, and it wobbled from side slightly, and he knew she saw it. He couldn't help but blush, his rather impressive ten inch cock flowing from side to side slightly.
The only sign that he could decipher of her approach was the sound of her breathing becoming louder, however light it was. He looked in her general direction, eyes open, as he felt her hands along his thigh, running her hand up and down it.
He can't help a slight moan, shifting slightly on the bed as his length gives another throb on his pelvis. His length was quickly hardening, and he knew that she knew, whatever she was, as her hands ventured farther and farther up his thigh.
He felt her hand swiping just inches above his crotch, and he arched his back slightly, the middle of his back coming off of the bed. He loved it. Every second of it, even when he felt the tip of a pair of claws nick the base of his cock.
His arms spread out to either side of him, griped the sheets, and lowered himself down again. His dick hardened completely, stuck up in the air like a spear made of flesh. His aching erection gave a throb, a drop of pre formed at his cock.
His eyes widened then as he gave a gasp, feeling that pre licked up by the same tongue that was just in his mouth. He gave another almost hungry throb, closing his eyes tightly as well.
He let her have her way his length, licking over the head as an incredibly soft hand grips him. It was dry, but that hand felt incredible. He wanted to cum right then, but couldn't. Not yet. He still had to pleasure her.
And that was what he set his mind to right then, reaching his right hand out in her direction.
In response, as she could obviously see much MUCH better in the dark then him, he felt her side press against his hand.
He started to pant at the insistent tongue grazing his glands over and over. He arched his back slightly, running his hand over her side, and, soon, he found his target. His hand cupped around her rear, running his fingers through the fur softly.
She apparently loved this, eliciting a soft moan from her lips, before those very same lips clamped around his cock head.
That action sent his head swimming, closing his eyes tightly as he groped her, feeling himself giving an involuntary buck. Her lips felt like velvet gold around the head of his shaft. Her tongue flicking over his mushroom shaped head for a moment, it then starts circling it.
This, in turn, sent him into wave after wave of pleasure, feeling as if he had already came. A drop of pre spurted onto her tongue, and he felt her swirling it around her mouth, tasting it for as long as possible, before she swallowed it.
Rock hard, his hands went to stretch out from either side of him, gripping at the sheets as his cock was teased. Her lips wrapped around half of his cock head and she sucked, lightly, making him buck his hips slightly.
He didn't buck any harder, however, not wanting to rush it. Her leaps teased his cock, gently gripping him and giving the odd suck, it was killing him. Her tongue grazed him over and over, eliciting another drop of pre from him as his hand rubbed along her bare ass.
That was when, much to his torture, he felt her lips leave his length, leaving a small amount of saliva coating his tip, soon mixed with by yet another drop of pre, coating it white, even though he couldn't see it.
He didn't know who or what she was, but he was already hoping that she would come back at some point. But, he wasn't going to think about that right then. He was going to lay back, and enjoy the moment. Then, much to his delight, he felt her crawling on top of him.
Her weight was soon pressing down on him, rather light, though that was to be expected. His hand never left her ass, lightly rubbing it up and down her tight, well rounded rear. From what he could tell, it was heart shaped, almost perfectly so.
He leaned up, blindly fumbling with his head for her shoulder, chest, neck, lips, cheek, or whatever he could find on her. Luckily, he found her neck, which he quickly went to work on. As he ran his tongue through her fur, he was delighted to find that, yes, none of it came off.
That got another light moan from her, causing her to tilt her head and expose more of her neck to him, which he used happily. He licked again, then pressed his lips to the side of her neck for a moment, before doing the same a little farther down.
His hands lightly cupped her rear, squeezing it lightly every once in awhile. She wriggled her rear in his hands, much to his delight, as he went up along her neck, kissing along her jaw line, before he kissed her head on once again, giving another hearty squeeze to her rear.:~
He kissed her as deeply as before, his tongue coming forward to press past her lips, her teeth, and finally finding her own, larger tongue. Then, he felt her own wet, glistening nether lips brush his tip. She was good, even when she couldn't see.
He felt his shaft give a throb, causing him to moan into her mouth. He gave a squeeze to her rear, then a light pat or two as she angled herself, and lowered her hips slightly. This caused him to break the kiss and lean back against the bed, moaning up to her as he felt his cock head press past her pussy lips.
The feeling simply from that sent his head swimming, cock head just BARELY opening her up. He had a hard time keeping himself from thrusting upwards, implanting himself as deep as he could into her wet, warm folds, to immerse himself in what her nether regions had to offer to him.
Her juices began to slide ever so slowly down his shaft, sending him into a haze, making him shiver in delight. He felt he could cum right then, blow his loud into her depths and fill her, simply from the light feeling.
But he never got the chance to do so as she began to lower herself onto him. He was in heaven, her wet, warm tunnel slowly enveloping his cock. His back arches again, hands gripping the sheets in a death grip. His eyes closed tightly, wriggling under her.
He oh so wanted to thrust up into her, but he knew he shouldn't. Ruin the mood. So, she kept her slow pace, ever so slowly lowering herself on his cock. He felt the head ever so slowly ruing and grinding against her walls as he sent a string of pre into her.
It was tearing him apart, but finally, he felt her hips meet his own, his length buried within her. He felt her warmth encompassing his length. It sent him reeling, unable to move. Luckily, she did that for him, soon rising up and off his length for a moment before she lowered herself again.
His back arched in pure bliss, mouth opening wide in a silent gasp and moan. Her liquids rolled down his length, almost torturing him, as he heard her give something akin to a purr. He wasn't quite sure what she was, but he knew that he really, really wanted her to come back some time.
His hands went gently groped at her rear, the bottom of which was nestled -much to his pleasure-, along his thighs, allowing him to be hilted within her. His phallus throbbing within her, he wanted nothing more then to roll her over in the dark and just take her, but he laid there, letting her take her time.
He thought that he was going to lose his mind as he felt her simply sit there, cock buried within her warm, wet folds, covering him, milking him. And then he felt her start to rise. His length was a near perfect fit for her, filling every inch of space. She was damn near like a virgin.
And, because of that fact, he was writhing beneath her as she raised herself. The head of his cock ground against her walls, the crest dragging over each and every bit it could, while the rest was quite pleasurably milked by her, sending him to a whole other planet.
He began to pant as she finally came up to where just his head was inside of her, and he shot a string of pre back into where he had just been so deeply implanted. Apparently, he shot strong, because the purr strengthened somewhat as it landed inside of her.
And then she began to lower herself on him once more. He could have came right then, but he held back, scrunching his stomach up and thinking of being stabbed in the stomach. It didn't help. He felt her lowering on him, her juices coating his length, and he loved every second of it.
When he hilted in her again, he felt something different. He had not only hilted, but he had bottomed out. He could feel her cervix on the tip of his cock, and it only made it that much better. He squirmed beneath her, making his length grind against her walls, sending him reeling once again.
He continued to pant, and he heard her start to as well, her chest heaving. They were both quite enjoying it, and he knew it, giving a push up into her, feeling his tip contact her cervix harder. Then, lowering his hips, he pulled out a few inches, before pushing back into her, hilting once more.
Each little movement sent him into a frenzy, almost having to work at it to even move at all. He managed it, however, much to both of their pleasure. He started a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of her, managing a deep, long moan.
His back arched as he blew another stream of pre deeply into her, painting her cervix with his smaller essence. His toes curled as he did so, grimacing in pure pleasure. And he hadn't even cum yet, but he suspected that that would arrive soon enough.
He raised his hips up into her, biting his lower lip as he did so, gasping. He began a steady rhythm of thrusting, clenching his eyes closed as he writhed so pleasurably, slowly starting to fuck the female on top of him.
He thought that he was going to lose his mind, but he kept on going. She was tighter then virgin he had felt on his length before, and he loved it. Grasping her hips, his teeth clenching as well, he began to thrust in and out of her, almost in a frenzy.
And he suddenly lost it. Reaching up, he gripped her sides, suddenly flipping her over, towards the center of the bed, with him still on top. His cock never left her opening, much to both of their pleasure as she gave a soft yelp at the feeling of him rolling her over.
Now in a more dominant and able position, and able one, he began to thrust, quicker, longer, and deeper. She cried out in pleasure, as he quickly follows suit, grasping at the sheets with his toes for a better grip. It was almost perfect.
His cock sliding in and out of her passage, both of their cries of pleasure hanging in the air... it was lust, plain and simple. It may have been something akin to love, but doubtful. All there was in the world was these two forms, and the primal mating that was taking place.
His mind was awash with pleasure, but he didn't dare stop, his hips moving backwards and forward, nearly up and down, driving his throbbing dick in and out of the female below him. He felt a pair of arms swiftly wrap around his neck, squeezing softly, the arms side by side across the nape of his neck.
They were both gasping twitching and moaning within a matter of moments, a wet sloshing sound heard whenever he thrust down into her. He could feel the pleasure welling up within him, and he was becoming almost frantic, thrusting in and out of her harder and quicker.
And then she came, quick and hard. She squeezed on him, making him gasp and hilt within her once more, feeling his tip at her cervix. He painted it a clear-ish white with pre, feeling her warmth spreading along his length in abundance now, splashing against his flesh and heating it, making him throb within her.
He felt her back arch as her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him into her, making his own back arch as he was forced somehow deeper. He felt her cringe suddenly, as he felt a barrier within her suddenly give way as his groin was pressed to hers hard. He knew she was in pain from how she was shaking slightly, and he knew that he had hit something deep.
He was no virgin, and neither was she, if barely, and he knew what he had just punctured. And it instantly caused his own climax to hit him like a jet airliner from one side, and a bullet train from the other. He felt those third set of lips tightly squeeze just behind the crown of his cock head, squeezing and rubbing tightly. It almost cut off his flow... but not quite.
He came hard, his length going into a frenzy of throbs and twitches, making him practically howl with delight as she hit a quick and hard second peak, juices spraying along his length once more, panting both of their groins in her sticky mess. And he made his own inside of her womb, cum spewing from his tip into her as he came so hard.
He felt like he simply couldn't stop, pressing against her as hard as he could, gritting his teeth and breathing hard through his nose and clenched jaw. It was almost painful... almost. He was in his own world, back arched, head thrown back hard, muscles trembling as he came inside of her, rope after rope of sticky seed slamming into the back of her womb.
It was almost blinding, seeing fireworks in the back of his eyes as his toes and feet gripped at the sheets, pressing against her. And he knew that he was far from finished. Even as his length began to calm, her pussy starting to relax around him, he knew that it would be some night. It wasn't over, not by a long shot.
Starting to pull back, he felt her cervix holding him place, his flared cock head keeping him in place. He gives a gentle tug, and she releases him, moaning lewdly. Pulling from her tunnel, scraping every inch of her tunnel along his cock as he went, causing them both no ends of pleasure. His length finally slipped from her nether lips, dripping in both of their juices, droplets of what cum and clear juice dripping onto the sheets, spilling from her pussy as well, even going as far as to slide between her ass cheeks.
She was cooing and shifting below him in pleasure, her arms releasing him. He heard the soft thump as they hit the bed on either side of her, relaxed and tired. He then leaned forward again and, with a bit of angling, he managed to press the bottom of his cock to her wet slit. He felt her shiver, giving a soft moan as he began to grind the length against her nether lips that had oh so recently filled her deepest passage.
He smiled then, rubbing her another moment before pulling back once more. He closes his eyes tightly, feeling himself give a throb as he presses forward, feeling the head of his length press to her pussy once more. He pushed at that, moaning out to her and whoever else was listening as he pressed into her well used tunnel once more.
And he began once again, her arms wrapping around his neck in preparation for the long night ahead as she moaned with him.
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The next morning he awoke with a groan, shifting slightly. They had both ended up under the covers at some point in that long, tiring night. He felt his length only just softening, barely, the covers tented a bit still. He then pauses, turning to look at the other side of the bed, just to see if it was true, even though he knew it was true. He could still feel both of their juices on his crotch and length, including his thighs.
And he felt like yelling with joy at the sight that he saw, nestled under the covers, one elbow pointed towards him, forehead and hand on the pillow, her head towards him, eyes closed as she breathed peacefully, chest rising and falling softly with her breath.