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Majestic Knights (short story - sexual)

by Lori I Wolfe

The moonlight shimmered upon the quiet lake, while the stars twinkled like diamond dust across the darkened sky. The sounds of the night creatures whispered in the night. A gentle breeze drift softly upon the water. In the distance a fog was forming, and gliding towards the shore. A mist began to dift in with the breeze.
Sara stood in silence staring out over the lake, watching, waiting in a mystical dream. For she knew that her warrior of the night, would came for her. As the fog rolled towards that shore, she could feel an electrical current vibrate in the air. Closer and closer the mist reached out as the whisper of her nane drifted out of the night, calling her.
As the fog reached the land the mist became alive, swirling as if caught in a vacuum. In side the empty void, a form began to materialize with in it. The shape of a man slowly stepped out as the mist whirled back into the blackness filling the space from behind him. He began the short journey to his angel of love.
Sara stood at the top of the steps watching her lover came to her. Her heart began to pound with a rhythm that took her breath away. Slowly she stepped forward as she held out her hand to him, welcoming him. Her long aubrun hair danced around her. Her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement. With only a few steps more he stood before her. The clothes he wore were as black as the night. His hair reached his collar and was the color of ebony. He had sapphire eyes that reached out and took her soul. She had no choice but to surrender herself to him. He spread his arms as she came to him willingly. His arms wrapped themselves around her, crushing her to his body.
"Oh my sweet Sara, I have wanted you for so long." Slowly, gently he drew her lips towards his, "I have waited an eternity to taste your lips my love."
When their lips touched, Sara sighed in ecstasy, her Lover was home. The kiss went deeper with more passion, more heat. Sara felt herself floating as he carried her into the cabin placing her onto the feather mattress of her bed. He stood before her as a Majestic Knight, her warrior, her Lover. He removed his cloak and his shirt throwing them to the floor. He reached down and began removing her clothes until she laid nude before him, a feast for his overwhelming appetite. He lowered himself as she reached out to gather him in her embrace.
His kisses where gentle at first then began to deepen with harder thrusts as his hand slowly sid to her breast, where he caressed her, causing her to moan. He skimmed her tender milky white flesh with his teeth and his tongue sending a shiver through her body. She arched her back in a silent plea for more. He smiled in triumph taking her breast into his mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him closer whispering his name. He took her body that she offered him tasting her passion, drinking her liquid heat, until she could stand no more torment.
He slipped the rest of his clothing off on to the floor. Then slowly lower himself and gently joined them into one soul. Her nails dug into the flesh on his back as she screamed out her pleasure.
"Ummmmmm my sweet white dove, I always feel at peace lying inside of you." He craddled her head and whispered, "I hungry for you!" Tears spilled from the corner of her eyes as she pressed herself against him pushing him deeper with in her womb. They began rocking in rhythm slowly climbing to towards ecstasy. Sealing her mouth he plunged his tongue deep, devouring her as his hunger grew savage, swollowing her cries of passion. He could feel her violent quiver as she reached her climax. Vaginal walls spasm around him, sucking him deeper, sending him over the edge into a sweet abyss of ecstasy. Collapsing on top of her, they slipped into an exhausted slumber. Only to wake and from the heat of his desire for her and they would feast upon one another again.
As she slept in his arms he traced the lines of her angelic face. "If only you were really mine, my sweet angel. If only the dawn did not pull me away. I would stay by your side for an eternity." The thoughts tormented him. "For the road in which I have taken you can not follow. You are my godess of light and I am the evil of darkness." He held her tighter as the dawn began creeping through the mist.
Sounds of the early morning creatures began to stir. Eerie sounds floated in through the windows from the lake, calling for its master to come home. He knew the time had come to leave his sweet beautiful Sara, but he could not stop watching her as she slept. Her auburn hair laid across the pillow, tangled from their love making through out the night. Slowly her eyelids opened before him, misty eyes looked up at him as he whispered, "I must leave you now my love, dawn approaches." Tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes and slid down the sides of her face and onto the pillow she laid upon.
"Oh my sweet angel, please don't cry, you know I will return to you. You belong to me and I belong to you. You are my heart, my blood, my breath; you are my very soul! I am alive when I am with you." He kissed her, "I will come back for you, I love you my White Dove." He lift her into his embrace and rocked her gently, reassuring her with his caresses. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her teardrops away. He lowered his lips to steal one last passionate kiss from her and then rose from the bed and slowly dressed himself.
Sara wached in sadness as her lover prepared himself to leave. The eerie sounds floated across the lake, calling him once again. Sara rose from the bed following him to the door. He turned with his arms held out to her, as she ran into his warm embrace. He held her tight not wanting their time to end, looking deep into her eyes he said with a plea, "I will come back for you, wait for me." She smiled through the tears nodding her head. He then kissed her farewell then stepped back and slipped into the mist.
Sara stood on the porch and watched her lover disappear into the early morning dawn. As the fog began to lift off the lake it silently disappearing into the morning sunrise, she whispered out to her Lover, "I will wait for you." Teardrops spilled over and down her cheeks, "my sweet Dark Knight, I will wait for you forever ...

02/02/2002

Posted on 02/02/2002
Copyright © 2024 Lori I Wolfe

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