Snapshots - Night Trap
#1 of Snapshots
Author's Note: This is the first of a new series I'll be releasing from time to time, known as 'Snapshots'. Each of these shorts will consist of exactly 1000 words. If a picture is worth 1000 words, how much picture is 1000 words worth? As an added twist, this is also my entry, such as it is, for the halloween contest.
_Big thanks to- _
-for the idea, and the permission to use the concept. Go check out his 1000 word adventures too!
Thanks also goes as always to Guri for proofing.
_ Night Trap _
Someone was in his room.
Philip's eyes sprang open, his heavy, agitated panting loud in the darkness. A blurred form loomed over him, shadowed and indistinct. The lingering haze of slumber vanished in an instant, squeezed out in the perspiration beading on his brow. His breath abandoned him, his heart beating in staccato pulses. There could be no escape, he was a dead man. The other was close enough to...
"Shhh... No need to be upset, my darling." The voice was warm, calming, a mellifluous purr in his ear. "I have a surprise for you."
Tension drained away like heat whisks from one's body in a frigid wind. Jezebel. His fiance... no, not his fiance any longer. His wife. Merely thinking the word curved his lupine muzzle in a hesitant smile. Halloween night... now it was also their anniversary. There was no call to be afraid. This was no lurking stranger, no denizen of hell spawned by his vivid nightmare. All was as it should be. Safe.
A soft hand on his cheek, wiping away the fear sweat, soothing the remnants of the dream to scuttle back into whatever dark corner they had sprung from. Her delicate scent tickled his nostrils, stirring a primal, possessive chord in his chest. She still bore the vestige of her expensive perfume -lilac, jasmine, and a multitude of subtler aromas he couldn't begin to identify. She had chosen it specially for their wedding night.
"I'm here, my love," she whispered, leaning over his nude form, her heated breath tickling his lobes. "Why don't I help you forget those dreadful nightmares, hmm?" Her lips brushed his cheek, begging to be kissed, but her shadowed presence drew away before he could turn to greet her properly.
Her form loomed again, only now it was not the slavering, blood-thirsty beast his sleeping mind had conjured. Now, he was treated to a view he would never tire of. Even clothed in darkness as she currently was, her gorgeous vixen profile left little to the imagination. Her nightgown still lay with their other clothing, shucked carelessly bare moments after locking the door to their hotel room. Beneath the sheets, he felt himself stirring, arousal replacing fright as heavenly visions overcame hellish.
Philip's hand rose, tracing an exploratory finger down her lithe, athletic curves, resting on her hip as she swayed against him. How had an average guy like him been so lucky, ending up with this goddess of the night? Their whirlwind courtship still left him breathless. She was his queen, a woman unmatched in beauty, intellect, class and verve. Her embrace was his new home, one he would treasure for all his days. Those mushy wedding vows had seemed so cheesy in rehearsal. Now, he could now feel their weight, his lips binding him to her as a willing captive to her wiles.
Silver moonlight streamed through the curtains, reflecting faint sparkles off her eyes. "Mine," she intoned, as though hearing his thoughts, a new glistening showing her smile in the darkness. "The dreams can't have you." Lacquered nails encircled one of his nipples, pinching deviously. "You will always be mine."
Jezebel's bewitching laugh rang out as his grip tightened, unable to prevent his hips' thrust into her lush fur as her bushy tail stroked his growing manhood. She wriggled lower, tail arching over her back, muzzle dipping to meet his. Warm, moist flesh kissed his exposed canine length as their tongues swirled, their bodies intertwining perfectly. She tasted faintly of mint and vanilla, touched with a foreign sizzle he could not describe.
His own tail attempted to beat a tattoo into the bed, matching the rhythm of their grinding. The short, silken fur of her upper thighs tickled his twitching pink flesh, her dripping folds sliding tantalizingly close. Their tongues wrestled for supremacy, exploring and swapping places with familiar ease. Philip resisted the urge to end the teasing, to roll them over and take her now with his superior strength. His queen must be allowed her whims.
Matching her earlier gesture, he squeezed the pleasing mounds of her breast, rolling the pert nipple in his fingertips. She gasped into his growl of lust. Their muzzles parted, her fang digging into his lower lip -pain to colour the pleasure. She sat tall upon his lap, her own feral growl perking his ears, the silvered light awarding him a glimpse of her tongue flicking out, savouring.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, my love," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I heard your whimpering, and it made me-" The pause was strange, almost as if she checked herself before speaking a word she should not. "concerned," she finished, gyrating her hips in titillating circles, enticing a reflexive jerk from his throbbing shaft.
"It's fine," Philip replied, his voice cracking with the unrelieved tension. "I don't know how I forgot... I guess I'm not used to sharing a room yet." His laugh sounded odd, even to his ears, strained by arousal. "That'll have to change, eh?"
"That it will," she murmured, angling her waist to that perfect alignment, resting his tip at her entrance. He trembled, aching to plunge himself deep into that velvet embrace. No. He was hers to take_._
"Besides, I love my surprise," Philip said with a grin, stroking her thighs as she posed above him.
The moonlight shimmered, once more reflecting from long, bared fangs. Impossibly long. Had those fangs... grown? "Good... but, that wasn't your surprise."
Before the words could sink in, her weight dropped. Ecstasy seared him. A flash of white in the dark. Sharp, glittering incisors, whipping towards his throat, dripping saliva. They aimed for blood. They aimed to kill.
Philip's horrified scream pierced the room's cloaking darkness.
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Someone was in his room.
Philip's eyes sprang open, his heavy, agitated panting loud in the darkness.
"Shhh... No need to be upset, my darling." The voice was warm, calming, a mellifluous purr in his ear. "I have a surprise for you."