EroticReverie

Aurora

His voice, no matter how many times I heard it, when it was dark like that, deep like that, when it vibrated the woods around me and down into my bones it send an involuntary squeak of fear out of my throat. I knew he heard it. So I took of running. 

Panting, the cool air burning my lungs, I make the mistake of turning my head as I run through a small clearing in the woods, looking back, seeing his face, those light blue eyes even colder in the night as he grins with his head lowered slightly peering at me with a satisified devils smile. His eyes pop and I realize why the second I go flying forward, crashing into something hard. A large waist high boulder, I do a somersault right the fuck over it and land on my back with a thud. Before I can even get up, he's over me, looking down at me, laying on the ground. 

"You win." I spit out. The fear still there, but hiding behind the pain radiating up my backside. 

He only lets out a gruff growl. Then reaches his hand out to me and I just look at it. 

"I dont need your help." I spit my words like venom as I push up on my hands, my stupid little bells jingling as I brush off the leaves decorating my socks and skirt and legs. 

"What is that?" he asks , pointing to my thigh. My thigh high socks having crept down a little. I look down. 

"A scratch." I say. 

"Sit." he nods to the fucking bastard boulder that took me out.

"I'm fine." I say

"And i told you...to fucking sit." he says and my nipples tighten at the demanding tone of his voice. What had he turned me into?  Why did I like him telling me what to do when he said it like THAT. 

I back up and lower myself, to sit, resting my hands on the rock. 

"I'm fine." I say and he huffs and then squats down, and I press my legs together as he reaches one hand behind my calf, holding it gently as he inspects the cut. 

"From falling?" he asks looking on the ground as if he's going to beat up whatever inanimate object caused the scratch. Even though I've gained plenty of little scrapes and bruises from his games. Always acting like it wasnt his fault I got banged up sometimes. 

"No...a branch...from back at the start of the woods." I say and he looks up at me. 

He swipes his thumb over the cut. It doesnt hurt, only a little and my eyes widen slightly as I watch him lift his fucking thumb to his lips, his tongue swiping over it. Did he just? 

He lowers his thumb and then leans down, and I inhale sharply as I watch him drag his tongue directly over the scratch. 

His lips closing around the small wound and he sucks gently, his tongue pushing over it in a soft stroke and he hums, ...he fucking groans. 

"What.....are you doing?" I ask , absolutely stunned. He's never laid his mouth on me, just teasing brushes against my ear or neck as he whispers and taunts me. The first time he kisses me...its the front of my thigh? To ...taste my blood? 

"Lucien" I whisper his name, his hand cupping the back of my calf squeezes it, and he stops licking the wound, and kisses it. 

"What...the hell?" I say, still fucking dazed and confused as to what the hell he just did. 

I know what he did. but...why? 

He just lifts the corner of his mouth. 

"I'd like my prize now kitten." he says and my breath hitches as his hands slip up the sides of my thigh and up my skirt and his eyes don't leave mine. 

I see it in his eyes, the moment he notices that there's no fabric on my hips waiting to greet him, no elastic to stretch as he pulls my panties my down, because I hadn't worn any. I don't know what I was expecting. Or maybe I did know. 

"where.....is my prize Aurora?" he says, his jaw clenching. Oh, he was furious. The fear that his fucking eyes were sending me into made the heat in my belly stir more than the chase. He was infuriatingly handsome, especially now, when he looked at me like he was about to set the woods on fire for my adjustment to his game. 

"I f-forgot" I lie. 

He snarls with a low growl. 

"then I'll teach you to remember next time." he says and shoves my skirt up with both hands and I gasp. 

"Lucien!" I screech. 

He looks directly at me in the dark as he pushes my legs apart, I was too stunned to move, or I didnt want to. Or I was terrified, or thrilled. I didn't know, I didnt know anything other than pain as he lunged forward and bit the inside of my thigh hard. 

"Ow !" I push at his head and he snatches my hand, holding both in his hands as I kick my feet out but he was already between my legs and if I flew back I'd just fall back over the boulder again, so I brace the second bite on my other thigh.

"OOW!" I squeal. 

A dark low growl comes from his chest and he pushes my legs even wider and then strokes his tongue along the skin of my inner thigh and my legs shake like a fucking leaf as I quiver. 

His tongue was soft, and warm, and wet as it slicked over the higher part of my thigh, where my arousal had dripped from the chase. 

I inhale sharply and mouth is wide open as I just watch and let out a whimper as I feel the scruff of his jaw against my thigh, his tongue stroking my skin on my thigh then inhaling me. Taking a deep breath as he keeps his eyes on me. 

"I will take my prize one way or another Kitten. Always." he says, turning his head and licking my other thigh, my pussy pounding it's own fucking drum of a heartbeat between my legs and he groans. 

"Your fear tastes so good on my fucking tongue Kitten." he says and I whimper, and he gives me a grin. 

"Lucien" I breathe his name. It's a plead. A small beg. I wanted more. I wanted his tongue to lick the better parts of me, the parts he made ache and pulse and swell. My clit fucking swollen with arousal as the cool night air brushes over it, his warm breath, pushing over it as he chuckles.

"Why would I give YOU a prize kitten? you lost.... Again." he says and then drags his torturous tongue along my thigh again and gets every bit of my mess that HE had caused. 

He stands slowly and I just sit there, blinking dumbly, panting like an actual fucking cat in heat. I didnt want to admit out loud that I wanted it. That I needed it. 

"Dont ever...take my fucking prize from me again." he says and reaches forward, grabbing my arm and pulling me up off the boulder. 

"Walk." he commands, and I wordlessly obey. Wanting to just look at him and ask...what the fuck? What the fuck was the point in this game? Years of this, years of chasing me, and what? Jerking off with my panties like a creep after? He just....licked my blood from my thigh....what in the actual fuck. 

When I stumble one to many times over my feet and branches and dips in the ground he growls and I yelp as he snatches me up off my feet and places me on his hip like a fucking child, my legs wrapping around him.

"I can walk" I say.

"Clearly. You can not." he argues. I scowl at him in the dark as he just looks ahead at where he's walking.

"What the hell was that?" I ask growing a pair of imaginary balls. 

" That was you not playing the game correctly. YOU do not make the rules..Kitten." he bites out his frustrated words.

"No...the....you licking my cut." I say and I watch as he grins to himself. 

"That's just me, tasting more of what's mine." he says. 

I scoff. "I'm not yours." 

He chuckles as he clears the woods and keeps walking over the back yard towards the house , only lit up by the dim lights in the lower back part of the house. 

"You are very much mine Kitten." he says. 

"No I'm not." I argue, because that's all I've got. Arguing with him like a child. 

"Mmm, if you say so." he says and sets me down on the stone patio and I shove him away from me. 

He lets out a faint laugh as I turn and walk into the house.