The Creature lay under the stars, the snow burrowing its cold deep into the long-dead flesh. Stiffly, Angus turned his head, looking first West, then East. The horizon was just taking on the first hints of morning, but he was not afraid. He returned his gaze to the sky directly above, ancient light upon an ancient creature. And Angus MacRae wept. It was long since he had, longer than he cared to remember. It was cold then, too. Her body placed in the ground and the sky was there, watching along with him. The sky was there the night that Angus buried his first love.
When the dawn began to creep farther into the darkness, and the stars began to fade, Angus rose, took one last breath of night air, and seemingly melted into vapor. He moved quickly, faster than any human could imagine, and made his way back to the darkness beneath the ground. He found the tomb where he was laid to rest so very long ago, and slept fitfully through the day, his dreams haunted by the memories of so many loves, so many lovers. Angela was the one who remained in his mind when his eyes opened, and he waited patiently for the sun to finally fall behind the horizon before once again returning to the world of flesh. He was hungry again. And he had a one-track mind tonight...
Angela.
She had been soft, yielding to his touch. She smelled of jasmine and lotus flowers, and wore her dark hair as so many others he chased had - long and flowing against their neck, soft over her shoulder. It was hair that could be used, savored, held fast. Her eyes were strikingly hazel, and her skin pale and nearly translucent, her veins visible in strong light. Angela. She had fallen across Angus while he flirted with a waiter, enticing the young man into the alley behind the nightclub. He was leaning in close, ready to give his victim something to really shout about when Angela stumbled into the alley and laughed, her face bright with the sweat of a dancer, and her smile telling of someone more learned than her innocence let on. She skirted the pair of men, one obviously in control of the situation, and sized them both up. Angus decided she was no threat, that she might even be something interesting for dessert, and leaned in to the victim excitedly. Again, she laughed. It was then he caught on to her boldness, her hunger. He commanded the young man to stay, turned to the elegant woman before him, and asked her plainly in his brogue "What the fuck do you want?"
"Me? Just here for the show," she replied, her expression unchanged.
"An' just what is it yeh think you'll see here?"
"Looks to me like a couple of guys getting it on. Did I get that wrong?" she leaned back to the wall as she answered, her attitude swelling in her voice.
"Aye, lass. Tha'at yeh did," and Angus was on her, hard and fast. She didn't see him move, didn't see him wrap himself around her, pinning her to the wall. He was everywhere and yet invisible to her. She went out without a fight, and when she opened her eyes sluggishly, she was bound.
There is an elegance in bondage. There is grace and beauty. Her supple form strapped to the years-worn timber with dozens of fine silk scarves. From head to toe, her body restrained and supported by silk and a cavernous space beyond the circle of candle light echoed her every movement. She knew instinctively she was alone. And she was helpless. The angle of the timber rising from the stones beneath was awkward, jilting off at an angle in two directions and causing her to be slightly on her right side, feet down, leaning forward. Had she gotten free from her bindings, she would very well have fallen over onto her face. She could not touch the floor, though she tried so very hard to wriggle out of the restraining silk. The candles wavered in an invisible current, as a cold breath spilled over her from the shoulders down. "Tired of fightin' already?" Angus chided. She could smell something rich, like damp earth, mixed with something that was unfamiliar, but exciting. It blossomed in her sinuses and her nipples went erect at the first hint of it. Her mind launched into a whirlwind of reasoning, she was feeling warmth rising and wanted to press it back, bury it inside of her. It felt wrong to want him, the thing that captured her, but she did. She wanted this creature like no other woman wanted another. Angus grinned and stepped around in the light. He reached out, grazing her rigid flesh with the back of his hand so very gracefully. She shuddered involuntarily and licked her lips. Raging desire swelled up beneath the red scarf holding her hips firmly to the timber. It clawed its way to the surface, and Angela's breathing changed.
She was not usually the type to be tied up. She never liked the feeling of giving up control of her body and would argue that point back to the dozens of partners who tried to convince her that it would be hot. It never was. But this, being taken, it was different. She should have been terrified, should have been screaming, but she was simply excited. There was an air about this thing in her presence. Calming, enticing... Sensual. Yes. There was something inside her sinuous and reptilian trying to get out. Lust... hunger... craving. It welled up inside her and ran down her thighs. It snapped at her insides and made her beg for release - both from the scarves and from her desire. The creature came close to her, looked longingly into her eyes and kissed her. She felt forever in his lips, felt an eternity in his probing tongue. She strained into him as he pulled back, his breath sweet and thick in her mouth. She wanted him more than she ever dreamed she could. She was here, helpless, wanting a stranger who claimed her from the land of the living. She was willing to join him in the darkness forever. Angus felt this, saw it, and denied her.
Instead, he took her. He stripped away the binding scarves from where he needed to gain access to her flesh, warm and waiting. He took her as no mortal, but as a Creature of Darkness. She was driven to the brink of madness, aching for the thrusts against her wet, weakening flesh. Her desire fanned the fires within, she struggled hard against the silk, but it would not relent in its grasp of her body. She had contact with her hellish lover only where HE chose to make contact, and that maddened her further. She wanted control back, she wanted to command HIS flesh. But he never gave it to her. He kept that control for himself, savoring it. Finding the succulent cream in every corner of her being and tasting it. He lay against her, his body hard and damp, and she screamed and moaned and begged to be let out of these god-awful scarves. He brought her to the brink of release again and again, only to back away suddenly, leaving her empty and wanting even more. Over and over he delivered to her a gift of velvet, so luxurious and thick, and over and over he took it from her. Time after time she thought she would finally gain the physical and emotional release she wanted, no NEEDED, and the build-up continued. Until he simply stepped away and left her teetering on the precipice. The shuddering in her body took what felt like an eternity to settle. But he did not return for quite a while. She was lost in thought, in desire, in exhaustion. She slept for a time, but could not tell how long. When she awoke, he was there, a single candle burning between them. His grin told her that he meant business, and his touch confirmed that inference.
Angus came to her, and with the most delicate of glances, stroked her wanton flesh with knowledge and purpose. He entered her again, leaving her bound and numb against the timber, and thrust with such care, and such longing that her flesh responded in just a few strokes. Her skin puckered and bristled, her body unable to respond as she wanted, but her sex wet and hungry - so ready to move forward regardless of her mind's need for control. She lost herself in the creature. She looked into his eyes and found what she needed there, rather than in his flesh. It exploded inside her first, then it found its way out - wave after wave of passion and desire. The creature smiled knowingly, and continued. She soaked him, her sexual essence raining down from her in every way imaginable - It seeped from her very pores. She writhed with every wave, every stroke, every tremble. She felt him build, then release, again driving her over the edge. She discovered that she could relax her body entirely after this, letting the silk take her weight and releasing her from the constant strain. It was welcome, and comforting to be able to let go. It was new.
Angus smiled at her. He led her soul off to slumber as though dead, and when she awoke, she was standing in the back alley, with a red silk scarf around her neck. She would come to stand here, in this spot, many times, and she collected quite a number of scarves in her lifetime. She would eventually see the creature for the last time, just before she closed her eyes on this world. He had come to her window and watched until she nodded him in. He spent her last night by her side, holding her hand, allowing her to remember her life as it was - wonderful and rich. He showed her memories of her nieces and nephews, showed her the wonders of the years she spent on this planet. He leaned in close to her and let her smile at him. He kissed her cheek, and whispered one last word to her as she released her final breath.
"Mine"
Angus MacRae stood in the shadows of a tomb when they lowered her into the ground, and stood over her grave that very night. He looked up at the sky and let a tear roll down his cheek.
And the sky stared back, unblinking.
(Originally Published 11-20-2011)
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