s she ran her hands over the velvet. The mixture of fear and adrenaline combined, she mused to herself, was thrilling. The intensity of emotion that followed truly threatened to overwhelm her as her questing hands brushed over the soft pale upswell of her bosom.

   Her breath catching in her throat, she opened her eyes, as pale and bright as the stars themselves, and quested to find someplace where she could be alone.

Just her and her passions.

*

Settling herself behind one of the larger gravestones that littered the area, she leant back against the cold stone and shuddered, not from the cold but from the wave of excitement that raced through her.

Loosening the lace ties on the front of her dress, she allowed the restraining material to relax, her shapely pale bust shifting as it was finally allowed to relax within the confines of it’s material prison. The cool night air swept across her flesh as a gentle breeze shifted the grasses around her, making her flesh goose pimple and her breath jerk from her in even more ragged, shuddering gasps.

Surrendering to the emotions that flooded her mind, she traced a delicately manicured hand down from her neck to her cleavage, the rasping nail eliciting gasps of delight as her hand finally undid the ties that bound her shut and exposed her soft full breasts to the night.

   Her fingers traced down to her rapidly hardening nipples, gently rubbing and pulling on the swelling teats, massaging the flesh as the air’s cool caress heightened her senses more and more. Gasping with delight, she raised a leg and slowly traced her fingers up and down the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

*

   Movement out of the corner of her eye made her jump. Swiftly covering her modesty, she turned to see the imposing frame of a man, seemingly dressed head to toe in black, his eyes dark and mysteriously enticing, gazing back from the pale setting of his face.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” she shrieked, her voice warbling with fear and renewed adrenaline.
“I could ask you the same, my dear…. although judging by your state of undress I have a pretty good idea.”, came the reply the voice at once deep and booming, yet soft and somehow enticing.

“I asked first.”
“My name is Dusk, and I was walking.”
“My name is Vixen, and what I was doing is none of your business.”

   A deep, skin-tingling chuckle rippled through the cool air as the stranger leapt up and crouched atop of a nearby tomb, his long velvet coat falling about him like a ethereal veil of sorts, threatening to expose the pale expanse of flesh beneath. “If it was none of my business my dear Vixen, why flaunt it before my eyes?” he asked, head cocked to one side like a curious child.

“I wasn’t. I wouldn’t……” Vixen began, fear and doubt now mixing in with the torrent of emotion that swept over her.
“Oh but is it really so bad? Giving in like you were?”, the voice rolled over her skin in waves, each one making the skin tingle as if he were caressing her with a thousand tiny feathers.
“I…I…” Vixen began, her head turning slowly as if against her will to look at the ghostly lit figure behind her.

   Dusk leapt down from his perch and walked over, his dominating presence creating a sense of sensuality that radiated from his very being. Tilting his head to one side, he leaned in and kissed Vixen delicately, lingeringly, longingly, on the neck. Vixen gasped, every nerve within her pale, shuddering frame had been set alight by his touch and burned with an unquenchable fire. Her breath came in short sharp gasps as he kissed along her neck to her upswell, his hands gently cupping her breasts through the soft velvet.

“I….I….”
“Why question? Why not just relax and enjoy?”

   Vixen was suddenly hit by an almost tangible wave of pure, undiluted passion. Her heart raced as Dusk’s seeking kisses found her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Powerless to resist, she let her hands move to allow him access. His seeking tongue swiftly and deftly traced the outline of the swollen teats, his gloved hands massaging the soft flesh as he teased and excited her.

“Still in the mood to question, or would you like me to continue?”
“Continue….continue…” came the half-whispered reply.

   Pleasure suddenly exploded within her mind as Dusk found his way down to her inner thigh, her black lace panties now damp with arousal. Adrenaline raced around her body as Dusk pulled back the damp gusset to reveal the smooth, pale treasure within, his questing tongue eliciting whimpers of passion from her as he gently began to trace the outline of swollen lips with his fingers. Gasping and clawing at Dusk’s hair, Vixen bade him “Please, I beg of you beautiful stranger, pleasure me.”

   Dusk wasted no time. His seeking tongue deftly parted her damp and swollen lips and lashed out at her swollen, dripping bud. Wave after wave of pure wanton lust swept through Vixen, Dusk’s expert technique making her dripping pussy ache to be filled with more than just his questing tongue.

   Whimpering with delight, she clawed at Dusk, massaging her soft full breasts as his questing, almost prehensile member lashed and writhed within her, causing ripples of delight and ecstasy to flood her veins, the tingling pulses a very sure sign that she would climax shortly. Sure enough, Dusk’s continuing attention soon elicited a squeal of delight from the writhing Vixen, as wave after wave of pure pleasure swept over her as she climaxed around his questing tongue. But Dusk did not relent, his writhing tongue continuing to lash and stroke and caress her now tender, trembling bud as the juices of her arousal dripped from her in an ever increasing flood, her hands gripping the worn stone of the grave headstone against which her panting, trembling, curvaceous form rested.


   Looking up, Dusk smiled enigmatically as he watched Vixen’s bosom heave and shudder with each deep trembling breath she drew in from the chilling night. Gazing down into his dark burning eyes, Vixen hauled Dusk to his feet and pushed him back against the grave headstone.

“Your turn, my most beautiful stranger.” she whispered, brushing back the folds of his coat to reveal his sleek toned abdomen, pale and glistening beautifully as the bright moon cast it’s silvering touch over him, his arousal clearly visible through his leather trousers. Her mouth trailed kisses down and over his body, soft and gentle, invoking a soft moaning from his lips as her fingers traced the outline of his arousal.

   Her fingers deftly dealt with the lace ties that bound his waistband shut, releasing his manhood from within it’s leather entrapment, his moans now coming louder and deeper, like the deep throated cries of some tortured inner beast begging for release. Running her fingers over the pale expanse of toned flesh revealed by the parting of the leather, her breath came in shuddering gasps of arousal as the full beauty of his cock was revealed; a giant horn of flesh so pale and sleek and inviting.

   Nervously, Vixen’s tongue slipped past her lips and flicked across the tip of this beast of manhood that stood tall and proud before her eyes. The bestial growl of pleasure that drifted through the haze of arousal to her waiting ears seemed like music to her soul, and as she parted her lips to kiss the head of this pale beast, her soul sang to the tunes that she began to draw from the mouth of this pale, beautiful stranger. Her mouth opened wider, and the dark passions that swept through her drove her onwards to even deeper depths of depravity and wanton abandon.

   With swift, deft strokes of her hands, Vixen awoke Dusk’s member to full arousal, her tongue sliding up and down the length of his pale smooth shaft, her crimson lips contrasting starkly with the pale expanse of flesh they struggled to encircle as she pulled him deeper and deeper into her the soft moist waiting depths of her mouth. The sighs of pleasure and growls of arousal that the passions of the moment elicited from both of them mingled into a dark, passionate symphony that echoed deep into the night.

*

   Urgency and confidence now mingled in with the adrenaline that surged through her veins as her whole body rocked with the motions of her act, her hair swaying and glistening with the moonlight as Dusk’s pale member slid smooth and slick past her crimson lips, deeper and deeper into her mouth as her hands mirrored the bobbing motion of her head, tugging and willing this monster of a cock to go deeper. Pulling back, Vixen’s eyes gleamed with raw unbridled lust and passion as she saw her spit drip from Dusk’s firm cock, the light making it glisten almost irresistibly as she continued to milk it slowly whilst gazing up into the eyes of her mysterious lover.

“Well my love?” she whispered, “Do you wish for me to continue?”
“No my love, now it is time…”
“For what?”
“For this!”

   With a dark, unsettling speed, Dusk whipped Vixen to her feet and placed her hands on the gravestone. Closing her eyes, Vixen shuddered as she felt her dress being lifted to expose her milky white posterior to the chill air. She trembled as she felt Dusk’s hands part her thighs and the tip of his monstrous cock nudge against her dripping lips. And then she gasped as she felt it slip past and into her moist, waiting depths, the muscles of her pussy clamping hard around it, rippling over and over as they tried to pull it deeper and deeper into her.

   Dusk’s hands clamped hold of her hips as he began to thrust his way in and out of Vixen’s pussy, her lips leaving trails of juice all over him as he thrust harder, deeper and faster into her, relishing the way her pussy rippled around him, milking him, luring him deeper and deeper into her moist waiting depths. She moaned and gasped as the pleasure and the passion of the moment flooded over her, her hair swaying, breasts jostling in the cool air as Dusk thrust deeper and deeper.

   Faster and faster the rippling became, tugging on his hard member as it pummelled her hard and fast, her moans becoming shrieks of delight as the ripples became tingles, and as Dusk reached round to caress her swaying breasts, she rolled her eyes with delight as wave after wave of pure orgasmic delight swept over her, again and again, more and more as he continued to pleasure and excite her.

   His grunts and moans become more and more bestial and urgent, and the subtle twitching and swelling of his cock within her spoke a distinct, primeval language that fuelled the passion burning in her mind. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she whispered, “Come on me my love, let me see what you have for me.”, her voice a hushed yet urgently passionate whisper.

   Pulling his pale swollen member free of the warm moistness in which it lay, Dusk allowed his now urgent love to turn and kneel before him, her hands clasping and jerking his member wildly with an urgency unseen in her eyes before. Leaning back, Dusk let rip a bestial, echoing, booming roar of passion as his pale glistening member twitched, and thick wads of creamy slivery semen erupted from his tip, surging out to splatter all over his love’s heaving bosom. She continued to milk him, her hand settling between her legs as she felt the hot sticky cream drip over her fingers and down her breasts, hands massaging it into her skin as she closed her eyes and let the ripples of pleasure and passion subside and ebb away from her as she leaned back against the cool stone of the grave behind her.

“How was that my love?” she asked seductively, her voice dark and whispery.

No answer came.

   Opening her eyes, Vixen’s gaze quickened and darted as she searched for the mysterious man who had just made her climax so violently, the man who had reached within her and awoken her innermost desires.

   He was nowhere to be seen, and she found herself in the pose in which she had been before his arrival, hand caressing her inner thigh.

 “My love?” she called, knowing not whether it had been in her mind or if it had been for real. Looking down at the sticky cream that covered her, she paused and licked some from her finger. It was sweet, creamy yet bitter as well, real enough. But what of her love?

As she gathered herself and left the churchyard to it’s secrets, she thought she heard a deep tingling chuckle crawl over her skin with the breeze, making her hurry away into the moon lit dreamscape.

   And from his perch high in the ruined church tower, Dusk smiled. “Farewell my love…” he whispered and blew a kiss into the night, as the breeze rustled the grasses of the moonlit land, and the curvaceous form of his sweet Vixen disappeared into the waiting, silvered night.

THE END