The Book of De-el

Work passed quickly in this way, and Liz spent the day teasing, fantasising and looking forward to her run at the end of the day. She grabbed her gym back and went to get changed into her tight running gear. Fishing through her bag she realised she only had some very short shorts with her, but was feeling good about her toned legs and ass and so slipped off her trousers and knickers, and pulled on the figure hugging shorts. Off came her shirt and bra and a sports bra and vest top went on. Turning up her workout music, she stretched and set off, taking a route through the park towards a wood.

As she ran, Liz lost herself once more in a fantasy world, one where De-el was real and stalking her, where he would take her and make her his. As a fiercely independent woman these unbidden fantasies were confusing but incredibly alluring. She yearned to be pinned down and taken hard by him, to be totally owned.

The pounding music in her ears, her heart racing from exercise and lust, her feet striking the wood floor firmly all meant that she was utterly unaware of the dark clothed man running a parallel track just in her blind spot. Liz's mind continued to race over De-el's body towering over her, how insignificant and weak she felt beside him, and yet how safe.

A half smile danced over her pretty lips, just moments before she was flung to the floor. It felt unreal, almost in slow motion as she flew through the air, aware that a black body shape had effectively torpedoed her onto the leaf covered floor of the wood.

They landed with a thump and Liz instinctively squealed much to her fleeting embarrassment. The hooded runner was quick to try and pin Liz down, but she was strong and agile, her body twisting and her foot connecting with the would-be assailants groin. He curled up slightly, allowing Liz to back away, her back and shorts catching and tearing on the fallen branches. Her feet scuffed and scuttled in the loose earth and leaves as she made to flee, making only a couple of steps away into the undergrowth before her attacker was on his feet chasing.

Her music had stopped and was now replaced by the throbbing of her pulse in her ears. She ran as fast as she could over the difficult terrain, dodging trees and branches, stumbling occasionally. He was catching up, she knew, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Just as she spotted a potential hiding place her feet were suddenly taken from her as her attacker rugby tackle her to the floor. She fell hard into the dirt, the wind knocked out of her for a moment, stunning her and freezing her mind for a second.

As she came to, she felt the cold thrill of metal to her neck, assuredly a knife. At the same time she felt his legs either side of hers, pinning them shut and unable to kick out. His hand worked quickly pulling down her torn filthy shorts and his hand forced its way firmly between her legs.

She yelped although his increased pressure of the knife to her throat subdued the noise immediately. He slid two fingers into, and Liz knew that her pussy was wet beyond belief, from the fantasising as well as the chase. 'Well' she thought to herself grimly 'if De-el were real he could save me now and I would give him whatever he wanted gladly'. The assailant fingered her prone body a little more, making appreciative grunts at how tight and wet she was. He withdrew his hand and started to fiddle with his joggers, easing them down over his hard eager cock. Liz braced herself.

Then, nothing.

The knife dropped away from her neck and the pressure of his body on hers was gone, as if it had evaporated.

Liz lay there, terrified to move in case her attack continued, but she was conscious of how exposed she was, far from the paths of the woods. As she went to pull up her tattered shorts she was suddenly aware that she wasn't alone. His presence was overpowering, although she had no idea where he was. Liz could feel eyes burning into her, as if she were some prey being hunted by a powerful animal.

She knew who it was, though her rational brain tried to deny it. She also knew the bargain that she had made with him. "Thank you" she managed to stutter, her hands on her shorts now, but not moving. "You saved me" she mumbled, deciding that she wanted to see him, she pulled up her shorts and brought her knees up, turned and rested against a thick wide trunk.

Tentatively her eyes searched him out although in truth they did not have to search hard as he filled the area in front of her, dominating the landscape. He was broad and strong and tall and absolutely everything she had fantasised about. His chest was rising and falling heavily, although not from exertion but from need.

He needed her, she could tell from his piercing gaze and inability to stay still, pacing slightly, edging closer. His clothes were tattered too, the gaps in his Tshirt showing tight muscles. Her eyes drifted over his body, and found themselves staring at his groin, the definition of his enormous cock clearly visible through his jeans.

Liz subconsciously licked her lips, he was *everything* she imagined. He hadn't said anything, and Liz didn't think he intended to, but she knew what he wanted and god knows she wanted it too. She looked down and then up at him, submissively offering herself as he stood no more than an arm's length away. He towered over her, blocking out the sunlight with his enormous frame. Her eyes drifted down his torso to his even stiffer cock and she reached out tentatively, following his silent command and began to trace her hand over its girth.

It was enormous, bigger than her new dildo she thought as her hand explored it's incredible length. She wanted him so much, wanted to feel herself impaled on his glorious shaft, her hands quickly undid his button and she lowered his shorts down, struggling to pull them down past his swollen cock and then over his muscular thighs.

She focussed on pulling them down to his ankles, and half scared of how big he was she slowly raises her eyes. It was perfect. She opened her mouth and began to lick the underside of the swollen head as she used two hands to grip his enormous shaft.

The hard rigid cock had a silky softness to it and it felt wonderful I her hands. Liz had always prided herself on giving exceptional head and began to devour De-el's enormous dick, her lips parting and taking the head in her mouth. With the right preparation Liz could usually take a whole cock deep into her throat, but here she was struggling to even get to the sensitive ridge of the head, let alone any deeper. Her hands worked firmly, pumping his shaft hard as her tongue swirled and licked.

Clearly he was enjoying it, his guttural animal-like noises increased and Liz soon tasted the delicious pre-come that she felt pride in driving from him. His enormous hands were in her hair, encouraging her deeper onto his swollen shaft and Liz obliged, taking him as deep as she could, although he still had so much more to give.

With a satisfied grunt he pulled his enormous cock away from her, and with his hands still in her hair, guided Liz to stand. She continued to hold his cock, pumping the full, incredible length as they stood facing each other. She was only up to chest, and felt intimidated and utterly in thrall to this giant.

She lifted her head in the hope of kissing him but instead found herself being turned around and pushed up against the tree. Liz instinctively gripped the tree, knowing that it was pointless to resist, although she didn't really want to. His strong hands ran over her body and pulled down her ripped shorts quickly.

Liz tilted her hips, sticking her magnificent ass out a little, offering her dripping wet pussy to De-el. He stepped back and guided the head of his cock between her plump soft lips and she immediately let out a loud moan, of pleasure and a little pain as his phenomenal cock slowly edged into her. Her entire body was made electric as he ploughed slowly into her, filling her utterly, her tight pussy totally owned. He was careful, gently thrusting a little deeper, although each stroke felt like she could take no more.

He soon settled into a rhythm that forced her against the tree, her body begin to slam into it as he impaled her harder. He paused for a moment, deep inside her, somehow knowing the exact place to add pressure inside her twitching pussy. Moaning loudly she came hard. Her knees gave way as her body convulsed with absolute pleasure. As she staggered he thrust hard again, forcing climax upon climax from her, his strong hands holding her hips in place so she couldn't escape the continued fucking.

Liz bent further over, her toned ass cushioning De-el's hips as they drove into her. She gripped the tree and squealed as he filled her impossibly deeply, into the pit of her stomach. And yet each time he drew his gigantic cock back she felt a yearning for him to be filling her again, a deep satisfaction when he did.

Liz lost track of how long her pounding continued or how many times she climaxed impaled on his magnificent erection. Eventually his thrusts became more fervent and his grunting more lustful until he found his release deep inside Liz, her pussy filling with his hot come.

She moaned in delight as she felt him shudder and spurt inside her. He paused for a moment deep inside her, his cock twitching forcing one last climax from Liz, painful almost now all of her muscles were so tired. He slid out slowly, carefully, his cock less hard now but still enormous.

Liz continued to hold onto the tree, her shorts around her ankles as the fog of her repeated climaxes cleared. The aftershocks continued to course through her body, each one a powerful mini climax in its own right. She eventually shook herself to, and pulled up her shorts, her muscles aching as she did. When she turned around she found she was alone, the space where De-el had been was conspicuously empty, and suddenly Liz felt alone and vulnerable.

Her mind raced, questioning whether the intense fucking had actually happened. Her pussy was still tingling and it felt pleasantly used, so she put the doubts to the back of her mind and picked her way through the undergrowth back to the path. She was now a short walk from her car, and was in no state to run. She plodded back to the car, wincing occasionally her calfs and thighs tight from coming so hard in that braced position.

Finally her car came into sight and it was with no little relief that she slid into the seat having escaped notice on her way there. As she drove home she felt the gradual escape of De-el's come from her pussy into her tattered shorts. It felt silky soft on her pussy lips and the volume began to overwhelm the thin fabric of her shorts. She drove home quickly and sat in her garage her mind going over what had happened, her shorts soaked with his come. Finally her exhausted body and mind gave way and she sat, slumped in the seat gazing into distance but seeing nothing.