Guten Nacht, Mein Leipchin
"WHOAH! WHOAH!! WHOAHHH!!!" Will yells, falling backwards into the chair. His chest thunders like a locomotive, jerking his heart to inhale deep with horror.
Shit
ju __s_ t got_ real.
As he was taught, William began screaming a Christian rebuking. Just as his aunt taught him to do towards evil spirits. His yells cacophony throughout the huge library, hoping it will do something to repel him/her. Not a person... this demonic....vampiric... whatever she is.
Amiria just laughs, cocking her head to the side with a curious-puppy look.
"Finished?" she smiles, her tongue now looking normal and her blazing red eyes lowering into a orangish coloration.
"W-w-what are you gonna do?!"
"Well..." she ponders seriously, now lowering till her feet touch the floor and taking a casual, perfectly human appearance. She sucks her red-stained fingertips, as if getting the last bit of candy stickiness off. "I _ WAS _ planning to hug you. And ask you to hold me tight in those big and strong arms. But now? Maybe I made a mistake..."
"What are you? A-a-are you possess-"
"WHAT?" Not "who" are you. But WHAT are you. "_ WHAT "?! NOT A _WHO? BUT A WHATTT?!!! _ WHAT _.... AM I?!?!?!" Amiria screams.
The eyes flash bright red. The library seems to fill with a wind all it's own. Her shadow on the wall seems to come to it's own individual life, throwing it's hands in the air which shake with an unimaginable fury, fingers hooked into claw-like shapes. Her skin pales to the color of paper, and her plump blushing face becomes slightly skeletal.
As the 1920's style chandelier's lights flicker off and brown out on, William swears Amiria stands above him at 7 feet tall, the tawny hair flying in the wind, square human teeth gritting and the long tentacled tongue protruding from it's tip a long and barbed spike that has more in common with a snake's fang crossed with a shark's tooth. Her flesh seems almost like a bag of skin filled with fresh water, wrapped around a skeleton. Her voice screams, ghostly and whirling around the room unnaturally.
William shuts his eyes in horror.
"WHAT?! I AM NOT A _ WHAT _!!! I AM A _ WHOM _!!! I AM A _ WHO _!!!" the massive mouth screams. Large, square teeth like a corpse drip with spittle as the barbed tongue whirls through the air.
"I'M SORRY!"
"I AM A SOUL! I AM A PERSON! I AM NOT A 'THING', OR A IT!!!!"
"I'M SORRY!"
"I GAVE MYSELF TO YOU, AND YOU CALL ME A WHAAAT?!!!"
"I'm sorry, I've never seen red eyes or a needle tongue before! Please, Amiria, forgive me! Please!"
The winds slowly dim to nothing. Blown books and storms of paper sheets float and drop down to the floor. The lights flicker back on to normal.
William opens his eyes to see... everything is normal. Amiria stands there... normal. Her long, brown hair falling down her naked pale back. Her naked body is pale and gentle, her orangish-brown eyes look from the floor to William, as if deep in rapid thoughts. Pissy. Angry. Her small hand with long nails wisps a lock of loose curls out of her face.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I did not mean..."
She waves her hand, standing there naked. She turns her back to him, her ivory and rosy buttocks sit above her smooth thighs, clenched together like an ivory Venus. Long curls of tawny hair form a waterfall that glistens gold when hit by light, covering her entire back down to her calves. In the light now, William can see better the details of her body. She has the body of an extremely effeminate man. Identical to the statue of 'The Captive' by Michelangelo. She folds her arms across her chest, looking down at the floor, lost in pouting.
"I'm Mvskoke."
"...What?"
"That's what I am. Muskokee. Indian... American Indian, I mean..."
"...why are you telling me this?"
"It's WHAT I am. I'm sorry. I can understand that anger, of people seeing you as a "what" and not a "who". I understand."
Amiria says nothing, merely turning her back to him and picking up her tossed off garments. Dribbles of his semen seem to stream in tiny drops every now and then down the insides of her creamy thighs.
A silent fury pervades her every movement.
William begins thinking about what they just did. The feeling of her arms around him. The actual sense of love and wanting, full-fledge acceptance and passion. Something he sought all his life. Something he thought his weight or his race would never allow him to have. His fear was nothing. His want to feel THAT again was becoming all consuming. In spite of the sore cuts across his back.
He stood up, naked.
Amiria ignored him, as if he doesn't exist. He walked over to her small body aggressively. His big, red-chocolate hands grabbed her small ivory shoulders, soft and gently. Nothing like what people would expect from such massive, muscular hands covered with small scars.
"Don't. _ Touch . _ Me _ . _"
"Amiria..."
Amiria spins around. His eyes flash red like car taillights. His skin is pale as snow, except for the bloody blush of his nose, cheeks, and small pecs. William takes a deep breath, his eyes staying locked down on Amiria, as if he was a titan. Feeling sappy and foolish, William eases down to his knee, his hand sliding down to hold the tiny, ivory hand. The red trimmed pubes and tiny, plump groin of the angered baroness is near his face.
Her blazing red eyes glare down, demonically. Inhuman. Paranormal. Her pale lips sneer, threatening to let that tongue out. William's dark, slanted eyes keep locked into hers, a brazen and unshaking dominance.
"Amiria, I'm sorry."
Her eyes blaze a brighter red. Her pale white lips sneer, revealing a snake-like tongue with a long, clearish-white needle protruding out like a retractable claw. Barbed and jagged.
William grabs her hand, pressing his forehead to the soft, feminine back of it. He speaks slow, deep, gently. As if not intimidated in the slightest.
"Please, forgive me? I don't want to miss the feeling of your embrace again. If I cannot have your touch again, then what's the point of going on? Amalric... please don't let me go."
A loud wisp of air echoes from above.
William doesn't know why he just said that sappy ass shit. Part of it was his skill in speech. But as much as he doesn't want to admit it... much of it was honesty.
He looks up to see the ivory hand pull from his, and stroke through his thick black hair. Reddish-clear tears stream down the flushed cheeks of Amalric. Of Amiria.
She drops to both her small ivory knees. The small arms wrap around William's big neck, as her face presses into his neck, hot and soaking wet with tears. William's huge arms encircle her small body, clutching her tightly. So tight, it feels like her bones may break. A feeling of absolute safety and security. Of true compassion and attachment. Acceptance. Want.
Quiet sobs echo into his neck, as they pull one another closer, both on their knees, holding each other tightly in the middle of the library. Despite what he's just seen, the recent sex, and even the monstrous experience, William feels overwhelmed. He feels loved. Accepted. Wanted. Adored. He heaves deeply, pulling her deep into him. He doesn't want Amiria to know he wants to cry. Hard. Loud. To get out all the anger and pent up tension his life has laid upon those massive shoulders. Two weak to hold up a child's loneliness. But Amalric has lived a long time. A very long time.
She remembers the Romans. Those brown, Sicilian devils. She remembers... memories she's spent centuries trying to forget.
"Do you mean your words?" Amiria's voice has a slight depth to it. Slightly masculine. Smooth as silk.
"Do you mean what you say to me? Do not feed me sugar water and say it is honey..."
"Yes. I do. Your touch, your kiss, your embrace. You touched me as if I was everything you wanted, that you truly cherished and adored. I've wanted to be touched like that forever."
"So you only want my touch?"
"No. I want YOU. I want to have you. And I want you to want to have me. But want me more than you have me."
"Clever words, contractor. Then show me..."
William grabs Amiria's face, despite her bright red eyes and the reddish streaks down her cheeks. They look deep into each other's eyes. Her long thick carpets of tawny hair like curtains glisten in the peaceful glow of the room. Her soft hand rubs his, as both his hands embrace her face. Their lips slowly press together, as the breath and the kiss become a chorus in the silence of the room. When his thick, big pink lips break from her red, plump ones... a gasp of lust explodes from her.
Amiria leans her body into his, her tiny flat pecs feeling like tiny cookies against his huge chocolate-red mountainous pectorals. He leans back, relaxing, falling back while his hands grip her waist. Her tiny hands grip his face, as if her very life depends on it. Her kissing increasing deeper, and deeper. Louder, with a tornado mixture of love, lust, passion, excitement. Want. Need. Heart-glow. Her tiny, ivory body lays on top of the giant, her tiny pink nipples poke out from her small, soft, flat chest. Her little member erects to it's small 5 inches, throbbing erect again. Cool, thick semen she spurted earlier covers it, and her tiny balls. She feels his thick, 6 inch monster against her taint. Thick as a coke can, throbbing, black.
Amiria arches her back and looks over her shoulder, smiling a diamond-toothed grin at the giant that already pulsed it's huge black balls deep into her tiny white ass. She wanted it to use her small, white ass to plant every drop those huge, black balls ever built up. She would be the garden, and he, her man, the planter. She flipped her hair down her back, gasping and licking her lips at feeling the thick, white load still deep inside her colon. She bent down, furiously kissing him deep. Her tongue tentacles down his throat like an octopus arm, making William cough.
The long, pink, snake-ish tongue rotors down his esophagus, before "slurgling" up out and back into her mouth, becoming a normal tongue. His black, slanted eyes blink hard. He fights the urge to ask "WHAT are you?" Her eyes look down at him, glowing so bright red that some red tint bathes his face. A streak or two of his blood is still on her lip.
"William..." her voice is deeper now, smooth and melodic. Like a soft, effeminate male voice. "Will you make me... YOUR... woman?"
His hands grip tightly around her small ivory waist. His body flexes, as his hands slide down to her thighs and buttocks, squeezing and kneeding the ivory ass like dough.
_ His _ dough.
Amiria's back flexes, as she flips her long brown waterfall of curls down her back, and gasps loudly into the dim library's air. Her 6 inches throb and ebb erect at an upward curve, the head popping out the foreskin.
A bead of precum drops on HER man.
William gasps, feeling her small hand grip her thin white fingers around his thick black dick. The small, plump buttocks sink down over the pink wide cockhead, urging it to push open the hairless, pink anus and disappear inside. Amiria flexes ivory hips downward, forcing the cock to drill through the thick layers of it's earlier cum sprays of passion deep inside. Her tongue rolls across her upper lip, as she feels the penetrating cock stretch her anal ring wide and slink deeper, stirring up the already thick loads of spunk deep inside.
"Thor's Hammer!" she gasps, forcing her hips all the way down till her ivory ass cheeks mash against the huge black balls. Her body racks hard, as she fights not to cum too fast. She wants to save it and cum with him. She sits upward, and begins to ride him, rolling her hips hard, making sure every glistening and swollen inch of his dick is being squeezed and milked by her insides. She sits upward on her knees, throwing her head back and loudly gasping. Her eyes flash fed, and her teeth look like a piranha's.
"Auhhhh, YessSSSss!" she screams, rolling her hips. Her tiny 6 back looks like a pink-ivory sculpture, as William's huge hands cup and grab her soft, sensitive chest. She grabs his hands, lost in feeling this big man squeeze and milk her nipples. She was his woman, satisfying him, pleasing him. And he was her man, drilling her, holding her, loving her, satisfying her. She "UNFFF!"'s her pink lips, as she clenches her eyes closed, shivering to not cum from knowing the gigantic cock inside is stirring up the creampie inside, and is going to pulse another load.
"uunNNnnnnrNNNRRRRR..." William begins to suffer. He sits upward, the fronts of their bodies pressed together. His arms clench around her, locking her in an iron grip hug. His huge red-chocolate arms are so big, so huge, so strong. Her tiny ivory arms snatch around his big brown body, as her face presses into his neck, gasping and letting herself go. She was holding off a back-snapping orgasm for too long now. She was ready.
Her long, thick tawny hair smells sweet and delicious in William's nose. He kissed her neck, making her groan hard and crane her neck to give him more access. And he took it, kissing, slurping and tasting her skin's every inch.
"WILLLIIIAAMM, UUURRRNNGHH!!!" she screams, locking him in a strength beyond even his own. He feels her jagged teeth poke at his skin. She screams and bounces, slamming her hips down on his length and grinding herself into a hypnotic orgasm. William feels hot jets of her nectar spill and splat on him, shot white streaks from her groin. He loves it. His woman soaks him as she cums. As he feels her insides squeeze and vibrate. He can no longer hold anymore. He grabs his woman tight, thrusting his hips up hard and plunging deep.
"THOooRRSS HAMMmmmmMMMM!!!!" she screams, feeling the thick cock press her prostate and stretch her out. She flexes her back, throwing her head back, screaming to the ceiling. William's face mashes in her soft chest, grunting a long, low, hard, throat-soar grunt. Thick flooding, flushing rivers of white fertile sperm burst forth from him deep inside her belly. She screams again, grinding down hard to get every drop inside. William's huge hands clasp around her body in a hug, as he slams upward. Every upward thrust, a new jettison of cream deep inside her small, soft body. She's satisfying him, opening herself to be tlled and flooded by his seed. The huge black cock's base stretches out the tiny, pink outer anal ring. It shoves in further, making sure all of it's deliveries are deep inside.
"rrrnnnnggggggg!!!!!!" he groans into her chest, thrusting slower, still being milked. Still flooding her insides. Her white buttocks sink and smother the black cock, gulping every bit possible. Her face flops back into his neck, shivering from coming down. But not gasping. She doesn't even seem to be breathing.
"William....ohhhh, William...."
He gasps hard, getting his breath from the maddening orgasm.
"Hunh....Hunh....yeah?"
"Are you my man?"
"If you'll be my woman..."
".........yes. Yes, I will...."
"Then I am your man."
"Will you take care of me? Protect me? Feed me? Ohhh, William..."
"Yes....yes....." ((F-f-feed her? What?)) he thinks.
"William..........."
"Amiria......."
They laugh and giggle.