Dark Tales 1

by Viola Masters

  He chuckled. “Once a year, I have a chance to ask. You have not wondered how many times there was no response. It was more times than your cities have been in this area. There used to be sacrifices, you know. A maiden offered to me, and after I had her, she was given to a warrior of high standing as a reward for him. His woman had been honoured, and I would always watch over my lovers.”

  She squirmed. She was no maiden.

  He laughed. “I know you are no maiden. It will be easier for you. One night of sacrifice for lifelong honour.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him and wondered what kind of honour.

  “Health, happiness, and if you wished for another visit, I would be happy to oblige.”

  She had no idea how you could make someone happy, but she was facing her ideal lover, and it would be foolish to waste the opportunity.

  He grinned and trailed his fingers over her breasts. “While I will try and cater to your desires, I have a few of my own, and your breasts are lovely.”

  He stood at her left side and sucked at her left breast with hot ferocity. He leaned over and did the same to the right, moving between them as she squirmed slightly on the wood.

  It wasn’t fair that biology created an instant attachment between human women and anything suckling at their breasts. Her lids lowered and her fear faded, and it had nothing to do with her.

  He caressed her mounds of flesh with his hands and stroked the nipples with his thumbs when he wasn’t sucking them.

  She felt her clit throb a little with the sucking and tugging. Her position was ridiculous by any standard. When she woke up, she was going to have to stop eating wedding cake. That stuff would give you nightmares.

  Her would-be lover moved to stand near her feet, and he crawled up and onto the altar, over her. He continued his gentle mauling of her breasts, and she was a little surprised when something started sliding between her folds.

  He had complete focus on her reddening mounds while something slid between her lower lips and delved into her. She jerked, and another something or other squirted something on her ass and slid inside.

  There was a slight burning as whatever stickiness it used shocked her skin, but it was more her senses, because whatever it was had been cold.

  The two thin invaders moved softly inside her, and she fought the escalating sensations that wanted to be released with a slow circuit of her clit.

  The beast-man moved down her body, and with what appeared to be a silent command, had the vines lift her off the wooden altar.

  He chuckled at the vine invasion she was undergoing. “I can manage.”

  The vines inside her retreated, but she had a dark suspicion that she wanted the one in her ass back again. She quickly blanked that train of thought, but it had been there.

  The vine came back and slid into her ass again.

  Her lover was watching the entire thing, and when the vine was slowly moving in and out of her ass again, he leaned in and sucked her clit between his teeth.

  She would have moaned, but she was gagged. He lapped at her with the slow stroke of a tongue that changed texture with every swipe.

  The violent shivering of her orgasm struck without warning. She bucked against his mouth and felt his grin. It was the same smirk that all men gave when they licked their partner to climax.

  He moved over her and pressed into her; the odd thing was that his penis changed shape with every thrust. She held her breath, not knowing what the next one was going to feel like. This was not in her fantasies. She had never imagined anything like this before.

  She moaned behind her green gag. The vine in her ass doubled in size somehow and thrust rapidly. It was double timing his thrusts.

  She felt the building of tension once again and watched the moon as it appeared and disappeared over his shoulder as he thrust. Her body tensed around him, and she squeezed down hard. He thrust deep, and she bucked against him as her body lost control.

  The anal invader removed itself, and she sighed a moment before her lover jerked into her hard and shook with his own release. Short, sharp jabs with his hips kept him inside her as his body reached its own conclusion.

  Sara lay back, and he draped himself over her. The restraints slithered away, including her gag.

  She sucked in air as fast as she could. She shivered. “Can I go now?”

  It was apparently the wrong thing to say.

  He lifted his head and stared at her. “You can go free if you can outrun me.”

  She looked at him in shock. “What?”

  “You heard me. Every time you run and I catch you, I will fuck you, one way or another. I read your mind, you like games. If you want to be free of me, make it back to your campsite before I catch you. Then, you can go.”

  She squirmed. He was still hard inside her. “I didn’t mean...”

  “Yes, you did.” He levered up and off her.

  He extended his hand and helped her to her feet. He slapped her on the ass. “Now, run.”

  Naked and barefoot, she sprinted for the treeline. Her legs didn’t want to work together, but she got them stepping in time as she headed for the largest clump of trees she could see. The moon wasn’t any help here. Light wouldn’t come until morning.

  She stumbled, holding the trees and touching the bark for support. She could smell sweat, and it had only been a few minutes. Cum was trailing down her thighs, and a blind man could have found her in the dark. Her hunter was far from blind.

  She rounded a tree and ran straight into him. She shrieked and he grinned.

  “It seems I have caught you. Kneel.”

  She sighed in relief. This was going to be easy.

  She knelt, and when he pressed his cock to her lips, she took him inside, tasting the musk that she had left behind as well as his own wild scent. He throbbed in her mouth as she sucked on the instroke and again on the backstroke. She couldn’t take him all, no matter what she wanted.

  She cupped his balls and rolled them gently as she sucked him. When she felt the sack tighten, she pulled away and leaned sharply, letting the cum splatter over her shoulder and against the tree.

  He groaned low, and when the small jets had ceased, he looked down at her. “Run.”

  She got to her feet and ran, making her way as quickly as she could. Her eyes were getting used to the darkness, and it was easier to move through the trees. They seemed to move aside to make pathways for her, and she got much further before he dropped out of a tree and pinned her against it.

  He lifted her and wrapped her hands around a branch above her head. “Hold tight.”

  He pressed her against the tree, bracing her weight with his hips before he moved his cock between her thighs and pushing into her. He cupped her thighs and pulled her away from the tree, which had the effect of bending her back as her arms still held on. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he started to pump into her.

  Her breasts jiggled. He sucked one into his mouth and then the next. Her backbend position made it impossible for her to catch her balance. He cupped her buttocks and pounded upward, stretching her and delving deep. She screamed loud and long when her orgasm struck, and he let out a deep howl when he jerked and jetted into her over and over.

  There had to be a fertility element to him, because no regular male could repeatedly produce that much cum.

  When he leaned her back on the tree, he eased her legs down and stroked her arms to get her to release them.

  She placed her hands on his chest for a moment before lowering them.

  His whisper in her ear was almost enough to make her cry. “Run.”

  She moved around him and tried to get her exhausted limbs to cooperate. She shifted and hid as well as she could.

  Through the trees, she could see the embers from the campfire. She was nearly back.

  Hands grabbed her and pulled her back against a firm body. “Ah ah ah. Got you.”

  He bent her over a deadfall and
was inside her before she could say anything. He used his cum on his fingers and slid one and then another into her ass as he fucked her hard.

  She rocked back and forth on the log, trying to brace herself, to push back. He shoved her forward, and she scrabbled on the bark, trying to brace herself as the girth of him slid through her swollen channel.

  The aching burn of her ass brought her over the edge with a few of the jolting thrusts. When she was recovering, he pulled out of her and thrust into her ass, sliding deep and using her ass as hard as he had fucked her pussy just moments earlier.

  She sobbed as her senses were overloaded, and when he groaned and slumped against her, she was throbbing with pain and missed satisfaction.

  He pulled out of her and whispered again, “Run.”

  She tried to get up, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. “I can’t.”

  He stroked her hair. “Good. Go back to your people and expect to gain your reward.”

  She slowly turned to face him. “I don’t want a reward.”

  He kissed her softly. “You will have one.”

  She left him with surprising reluctance and headed for the light of the fire. She crept out of the woods and made a run for her tent with bruised breasts and cum soaking her thighs. She was a mess.

  When she arrived at her tent, she looked back, and the moon was setting in time to see dawn begin. The silhouette of the stag-headed man was standing at the edge of the forest, and while she looked, he turned away and returned to his domain.

  She blinked and crawled into her tent, wiping herself down and getting dressed. She packed up and got out of there. She just wanted to wake up in her own bed with it all being a dream, but the teeth marks on her breasts were going to make that a little tricky.

  She hauled her stuff to her car and got on the road. Reward, huh? She would see.

  One month later, Sara was at her desk when her manager arrived in the doorway.

  “Sara, can you come with me please? Our new boss has just arrived.”

  The company had been bought out by a conglomerate known for tearing down the little businesses and cherry picking the employees who would be allowed to continue on the new path.

  The boss had his back to her, but his wide shoulders and narrow waist were obvious even through his suit. The dark-red ponytail was a little non-standard, but if he had the money to buy the company, he could do what he wanted with his coiffure.

  “Have a seat. Terrance, you may go.”

  When they door to the executive office closed, he turned slowly. “Sara, is it?”

  She had to close her mouth with a snap. This man was the spitting image of her fantasy man from the forest. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

  He sat across from her. “My name is Oberon Hart. I have just purchased this business, and everyone who works for it, works for me. That includes you.”

  She nodded. “I am aware of it.”

  He smiled, and her heart flipped at that smile. “I have looked through your file, and aside from an astonishing amount of time off booked for weddings, you are a model employee. What would you say to Terrence’s position?”

  She frowned. “Where would he be?”

  “Not your concern.” He folded his long fingers on the table.

  “I am not going to take someone else’s position, so if you are going to fire him, fire me first and get it over with.” She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him.

  He looked her over for a moment before he nodded. “Good. I believe I have just found my new assistant.”

  That turn around was fast. “What?”

  “I am in need of a new assistant, and I would like one that cannot be bribed or bullied.” He twisted his lips in a calculated smirk. “Are you interested?”

  She stared at him and asked blankly. “What is the salary and are there benefits?”

  He gave her a number triple her annual salary. “You are staring at me, Sara. Is there a reason for it?”

  She shook her head slowly. “No. You just remind me of someone I thought I met a while ago.”

  He quirked his lips. “I have one of those faces. So, you accept?”

  She nodded. “Yes. When do I start?”

  “The desk outside this office is yours. When you move your stuff over, the new pay hike commences.”

  She got to her feet, and he rose to his. He came around his desk and shook her hand. She felt a strange vibration at the contact.

  He turned her toward the door, and as she exited, he whispered, “Run, Sara. Run.”

  She whirled, but the door closed.

  Oberon Hart was a tough but fair boss. Aside from that one reference, she was now doubting that the man in the office behind her was the one she was thinking of. The man she couldn’t stop thinking of.

  She kept the same hours that he did, so it was inevitable that she would eventually be there late in the evening after everyone had gone home.

  She prepared the payroll assessment that broke down everyone’s rates and their productivity and headed into his office with a brusque knock.

  He looked up from his documents and smiled. “What is it, Sara?”

  “I have the report, and it is nearing nine o’clock. If you aren’t going to pack it in, I will pitch a tent at my desk.”

  He took his paperwork from her. “Is it that cute little nylon tent again? I have to admit that the sight of you jumping into it like it would keep me from following was the height of amusing.”

  She felt her legs wobble. “Who told you about that?”

  “About the tent, or you covered with cum sprinting through the woods, leaving a scent trail a mile wide? Even when the trees helped you, they couldn’t hide you. You reeked of sex.”

  She blushed and stumbled back. Every woman’s nightmare. Being reminded of what she had done the night before.

  Sara faced him and looked around. “What are you doing here?”

  “Oh, I have a life in the human world. I am just forced into my natural form once a year. Usually alone in those woods. I think that I will enjoy your company next year. The horns didn’t faze you for more than a minute.”

  He got up and came around the desk. “I promised you a reward, but it has been hard to arrange, so I thought that I would offer you companionship and reward you via that route.”

  She blinked. “Companionship?”

  He took her by the hips and plonked her on the edge of his desk. He slid his hands up under her skirt and peeled her panties and pantyhose down past her knees. It restricted her range of movement and made her nervous about what was coming next.

  He reached between her thighs and eased two fingers into her. Just talking to him had made her wet, and he was discovering it.

  He smiled slowly. “Yes. Companionship. Modern clothing has a lot of layers, but I believe I can work around it.”

  He opened his trousers and stepped between her thighs.

  She said in husky tones, “There are sexual harassment laws in place.”

  “I am not harassing you; I have made an offer, and you have accepted it. We are just sealing the deal.”

  He fit his cock to her, and he eased into her while she leaned back on her hands. When he was fully seated, he whispered, “Open your blouse.”

  She awkwardly leaned to one side and unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. When she had her blouse open, he eyed her breasts.

  “Bring them out for me.”

  She improvised by unsnapping her bra at the back and lifting the cups free of her flesh.

  He bent forward, suckling hard at one and then the other.

  He was hard and hot inside her, and as he sucked, he slowly moved. The pleasure built, and she threaded a hand through his crimson locks. She held his head to her breasts as he rocked into her.

  He grazed her skin with his teeth and pounded forward with short jerks of his hips.

  The jolts pushed her over the edge, and she clutched at his shoulder while sh
e opened her mouth in a silent scream.

  Fire burned along every nerve, and it continued while he stroked inside her and out again in a frenzied motion. As he came, he groaned against her breasts.

  The air between them smelled of sex. She took in the surroundings of the office and just realized that she had become the world’s biggest cliché.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. “You are not happy?”

  “I just fucked my boss on his desk. Sex at the office isn’t appropriate.”

  He wrinkled his nose. “I can work from home if you would prefer to fuck me there. As long as you fuck me, I don’t care.”

  “Until I get old and wrinkly and you find another woman.”

  “You will remain as you are. The moon decreed it. You are not immortal, but you are ageless.” He nipped at her neck.

  “If you work from home, you won’t need me.”

  His grip on her tightened. “I need you. You are my first self-sacrifice that didn’t weep when I took her. If I had known how much fun it would be, I would have insisted that the girls not be maidens.” He winked.

  She rolled her eyes. He was still inside her and still as hard as ever. “We can’t continue this here. I have to face these people and the cleaners will talk about cum on all the surfaces.”

  He nodded as if deciding. “From my home then. I will show you where it is.”

  She blinked slowly. “Now?”

  “I do some of my best work in the moonlight. Come on.” He slid out of her and tucked his cock in his tailored trousers. There was a cum stain around his fly, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  She got up and slid her panties into place. Her pantyhose were just going to get in the way. She kicked off her shoes, peeled off the nylon and wadded it in a ball. With her shoes back on and her skirt down, she only had to try and wrestle her bra into place before doing up her blouse.

  She grabbed her purse on the way out, and he escorted her to his vehicle, driving with tremendous skill for someone who kept one hand on her inner thigh. It was very distracting.

  The house that he drove them to was on a wilderness property. The rustic cabin was at odds with his sports car and polished exterior.