Hey everyone, a lot of good stories have been popping up in the site lately, its a pretty awesome time for pinoyliterotica.com
So my story is a fantasy inspired by a few things:
A story of @Simple_Wife where she gets to play with a nice phallic fruit. Apparently an eggplant pala is not a vegetable but a fruit. Mrs. @Simple_Wife thank you for sharing your lovely stories.
And the other one is… Twilight ^_^ Well since showing na yung third installment, I thought maybe I could try to do a fantasy about it.
I also thought, to make the fantasy stick, what if I use a personality here in PL, so I thought of a babe who has been very kind to me since I started writing here. Introducing Ms. @blueberrycheesecake. I personally shorten her name to blue, and a related french word related to blue is Ciel which means blue sky.
Pardon me for a very lengthy intro, so hopefully you people like it… her we go.
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Eons of lifetimes have passed, me and my kind have roamed the face of the earth unknown to most. We thrive on carnal desire, we attain immortality by drawing the liquid essence of the human female’s climax. Today in the era of the new millennia, we have grown much stronger. Our prey are now more bold in satisfying their hunger. And we are more than ever ready to give them what they want, to give them what they desire the most. This is our time.
At our normal state, we are of pure carnal spirit, just a collection of desire epitomized in a form of energy. When we hunt, we take form of womens fantasies and urges. We are the dream men visiting them in their sleep.
The clock chimed three at the city of Paris in the district of Montmartre and Pigalle, the haven of the famous Moulin Rouge. Ciel “Blueberry” Gateau works as a dancer in one of the clubs. Heading home from a night full of fake smiles, she treads the dark alleys down to her flat.
Hungry eyes not seeing through her, but only at her. Men lust of her voluptuous breasts. God probably based her curvature from the artworks of Michael Angelo, her beauty was blessed from a world unknown.
Outside she was cold, yet inside she was burning.
Ciel wants to be loved, not fucked. She wanted to be made love to. She wanted to be adored humbly and not put on a stage for display so that the putrid men of over sized pockets can throw change at.
Ciel was a writer, and she wanted to write erotic love stories and she was good at it, if only she could get a break.
At a street light I perched, I took on a form of a black raven. Hiding from the light, I watched my beloved from a window in her shower.
As she took off the makeup, mascara and masks, she looked into the mirror a weary young lady aged by the stress of their job. Yet I found her beautiful, her lips were soft and sincere, her smile was tired yet real. As she stepped in the shower, water gently embraced her body, slowly trickling down to her feet.
Along side that water was her own tears, yearning to devoid the emptiness that she feels inside her. She then gently cups her mound in full palm the other at her breasts alight. A small smile, a gentle rub; she lathers herself as warm water dribbles down her nape.
When she was done, she dries herself beside a small dresser, crawled into bed naked; hugging a pillow to drown out her tears. Ciel soon cries herself to sleep.
There I stood the inside the room the whole time beside her bed. She does not see me nor feel me just yet. I swoop down to her ear and gently whisper….
Raven: Ciel will you let me make love to you?
In Ciel’s mind, my voice echoes, bellowing through like an eerie howl. Deep in slumber, she mumbles…
Ciel: Who are you?
Raven: I am who you want. I am who you need.
Ciel: Wha…?
I didn’t let her finish her sentence, and quickly took form of a working lad. Callous hands, broad shoulders and sturdy arms. I embraced her from behind. Ciel whimpers in excitement.
I turn her around, gently dip her to my side and kiss her full on the lips. Ciel startled, quickly pushes me away…
Ciel: Who are…?
I was stronger, so she couldn’t push me too far back. With one hand around her waist, another placed a finger on her lips…
Raven: Shhshhh… relax… let me love you for tonight.
Ciel just nods in agreement. Confused and aroused, her logic and emotion clash for control. Ciel eyes closed and kissing me back, tells me her urges won that one.
I tore my shirt off, not willing to let go of our magnetic kiss. Thank the French for inventing French kissing; one of mans greatest achievements. She tugged on my belt and my pants fell on the floor. Ciel then rubbed my rigid member through the fabric of my underpants.
Ciel is unaware, that I have been changing her perception of her environment. The next time she would open her eyes, she would see a vast and endless meadow with lavender flowers and butterflies, under our feet would be grass softer than cotton.
The breeze on her naked skin made Ciel realize she’s not in her room anymore. As she opened her eyes, she broke off our embrace, happy and puzzled.
Ciel: Who are you?
Raven: A friend.
Ciel: Where are we? Did you do this? Am I dreaming? What’s happening?
Raven: Can we just enjoy the moment? Stop asking questions! Just cherish the emotions we feel now, they might not stay here forever, but at least when we felt it we embraced it.
Ciel teary eyed and happy, locked me up in a kiss and embrace. Our nakedness and inhibitions are now all thrown out the door. At this moment we were one.
The world swirled pass by as us we kissed and loved each other for every nanosecond. I laid her down in a bed of lavender, I placed butterfly kisses on her chin and neck. I planted kisses over her shoulders, arms and gently licked her hands and fingers. I then worked my way back to her breasts. I made little circles as I revolve around one breast, my finger is on the other mimicking every move of my tongue. The whole time she was blissfully looking away trying drown out her growing moans and whimper.
As I cup one breast, I suck on the other. Gently nibbling at her nipples stealing a friendly squeeze and bite to heighten the pleasure. I move down her mound, passing by her flat stomach kissing and rubbing every step of the way.
I drank her nectar, and called upon the legendary powers of our kind to bring her into waves and waves of endless orgasmic pleasure. She wanted to yield but she can’t, because she was under my spell.
I opened her up, legs high in the air and looked her straight in the eye with a smile on my face. I lunge forward, triggering a explosive chain of cum inside her. She was in contented bliss yet hungry for more. I started to thrust in a rhythm like the marches of the armies of Sparta. Ciel was wailing about, cumming every moments notice.
Ciel: Oh my, you are fantastic! I love you yet I don’t even know your name?
Raven: You can call me whatever you want, whenever you want.
Ciel: Please don’t stop, I have never felt like this, never felt this good! Oh my God I am cumming again!!!
I asked Ciel to turn around, I want to take her from behind. That she did and was surprised that we are now inside a lush forest. Tall majestic redwood trees with canopies higher than hundreds of feet. There were flowers and fauna running about. There we were, cradled on a gnarly tree stump 30 feet wide. As I entered her, Ciel’s eyes turned from amazement to joyous shock.
Stood behind her, battering down in full lunge was me in my Lycan form, standing taller than any largest man that lived. She wanted to react, she wanted to pull away, but the reality was she was loving every second of it. There we were in our most carnal insidious state, a frail human lady, humped full on by something not of this earth.
Ciel: Its too big! Your going to break me apart!!!
Raven: No it wont.
Ciel: I’m cumming again! I love you! Oh my God! I love you!!!
Raven: I love you too Ciel!
Ciel: Please for the hundreth time! I’m cumming again!!!
Raven: Ciel, I’m cumming too!
For all our worth, for whatever the world was worth, we are in full unison, accepted, loved, endured and contented, we brought forth a closure of two different worlds, colliding into one beautiful cataclysmic climax of inhuman fervor.
Ciel wakes up, back in her room, drenched in sweat. She overslept, the sun was high noon. She wonders if it were real. It seemed like it was just a dream. A very good dream. She felt happy and contented. She now looks at the world in a different light. As she reminisces what happened, she reached down her pussy.
She suddenly realized she was wet down there! As she brought her hand up for a closer look, she notices a crystaline white gooey liquid wrapped around her finger.
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