In the Gloaming She Answers

The back alleys shone in glittering neon possibility. Blood red is reflected in the puddles, in the broken glass, in the dark alley's eyes. Shadowy tales of flashing blades are whispering in the wind, as footsteps drew stares from the inkwells of stairwells.

Rough hands reached from the dark, opened her blouse, removed her bra and pawed at her breasts. An animal lust surged as she recoiled from the touch. She tried to scream No! but the lips and teeth at her breasts stopped her. Her breath hitched as passion and fear competed inside her.

The hands tugged at her belt, unfastening and removing it. Her pants and panties were torn from her with a force that bruised her hips. She wanted to scream, but then the wet tongue and hot breath descended from her breasts as rough hands opened her thighs. The moist breathing rolled down her stomach, lingered in her curly hair as she heard him take her scent in long, trembling breaths.

Fingernails scratched at her thighs as she opened her legs to him. At the same time fearing him and wanting him.

The long, steaming tongue curled over her lips, opening her and slicing deep into her wet folds. She shuddered at the intensity of sensation flooding into her. The tongue probed her, tracing her every fold, then sank deep into her darkest desires. Her hand reached to his head, feeling his matted hair and oddly shaped ear.

She didn’t think, she didn’t speak nor cry out, she only feels. She felt his rough hands now on her buttocks, his tongue still burrowed deep inside her. She moaned as his tongue withdraws from her and slithers up her slit to her clit. Wrapping himself around her, she felt his hot breath quicken.

Unable to fight off the sensations, she convulses, feeling the contractions deep inside, lost in the ecstasy and still longing for more. She needed him, needed him as her gaping emptiness filled.

She reached downward, and tore his belt. Together they freed his throbbing cock, and she grabbed and stroked him. She felt an incredible heat nearly burning her hands as he guided himself inside her, leading his massive member to her most delicate spot.

She closed her eyes as she felt herself nearly split apart in his feral thrust. She raised her legs in the air as he withdrew and plunged savagely into her. The pain and pleasure joined as she was driven back onto the ground with his force. She stabbed him with her nails as she raked her hand over his back.

He howled and shuddered with each thrust and suddenly she was again lost in the liquid force of her climax, her wet juices flowing from her as he splashed deeper and deeper into her.

Finally, he ground his teeth and drove his brute cock into her as he spurted searing, white cum into her aching cunt. Both of them lie down silently, exhausted and sweating.

Blood flowed from the scratches in his back, mingling with the sweat dripping over her. As he withdrew from inside her, she felt his cum and her blood trickling gently over her thighs.

She looked into his eye and she saw them glowing red in the faint light. She began to speak but stopped as she heard a rough rumbling from him as he breathe.

Her hand moved over the soft hair on his back, reaching down to a hairy ass. She tried to squeeze, but the hard muscle resisted her. She held him tight against her for a moment, wondering if she will ever experience this again.

She moved her arms to her sides and he stood up, pulled on his pants and without a word, without even a second glance he sauntered back into the darkness.

Her every breath is heavy in the air, it crawls slowly silently onto asphalt where the icy flow of arctic mist is laden with the bitter taste of fear. This night yields its mysteries, warily, a drop at a time; a blood trail followed her step by step from the darkness into moonlight.

Faintly, survival understood the dark between the walls and beyond light posts.

There, slippery in endless damp, the evil lurked and called her. She can still hear it in the echoes, around the corners, and in the empty doorways. A torch flickered and in the twilight, she answered, momentarily safe from the shadows, from the whispers, from the blades.

Alone, shivering in fear, she cherished the faint light. She took a breath or two, paused a moment longer, until, at last, she returned to the night and slept.