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Party by Simon Konrad

I found myself in the middle of the dance floor, attempting to force my mind out of the fog it was succumbing to. There is something not right here… the thought came to mind but I could not put my finger on it. It seemed as if my heart and the base, beat as one. Soon I could not tell the lyrics from the thoughts in my head. I gave in.

My legs started walking of their own accord. Slowly, as if compelled, I started to cross the dance floor. Swaying bodies engulfed me. Hands roamed as they pleased. It seemed as if everyone there knew me intimately now and I was powerless to stop it. Strangely enough, I did not want to. Sensations of lace, denim, and other fabrics caressed my skin creating sensations that I was not accustomed to… all at once, and still I managed to keep walking.

There are fingers inside my pussy. Unable to speak…to react…my body was my betrayer as blurs of music and flesh penetrated my most hidden part. Pleasure…violation…curiosity…emotions warred inside while my journey continued.

Fleshy lips surrounded my nipples from both sides and I could feel hands cupping the roundness of my ass and I moaned. The only sound I had been able to make in what seemed like hours. Still I was unable to stunt the flow of emotions or my reactions to them. “The body never lies…” The words echoed in my ears as if he were next to me. Something here reminds me of him.

Apparently I arrived at my destination, because my feet stopped moving. I stood there like a puppet, controlled at will and suddenly my other senses came alive. Lust was in the air. The smell permeated the room with a fog so thick that any cat in fifty miles was instantly in heat. Then I saw him…

“You’ve been a naughty girl. Have you missed me?” The voice was so low and deep it seemed almost a growl. Shadow Claw… Unable to speak, yet the word echoed so loudly that it seemed to resonate beyond my simple body. The look in my eyes was not one of fear, but of sheer elation. The man before me could be described in one word: enchanting.

He moved with the grace of twelve gazelles, fast enough to make one suspect him of flight, and he commanded a respect that only comes with the age of elders. I have found myself wondering-not for the first time-if he was indeed an immortal. He has power over me. Such as I cannot explain, but which I care not to dismiss.

Somehow I was on the table. Bound and spread-eagle, I had been served as the main course. Dazed, I tried to focus. I tried to force my eyes to take in everything around me, to see what was happening, as if somehow I could resist. Whirls of colors danced around me, oblivious to my fate, my screams…or were they moans?

Shadow sat at the edge of the table and touched my clit. I shivered. “I see the other dancers have prepared you for me.” With those few words he devoured me. With a grip so strong I shuddered as he pulled me to him and slowly began to lick the juices that were dripping from me. His tongue was caressing my womanly peach, each lick sending lightning running through me. The bud of my womanhood throbbed as he nibbled it hungrily, the spasms ripping through me sending both pain and pleasure much like my rebirth.

As I thrashed and shuddered in surrender I looked down at my sweet immortal and realized he was not stopping, even at the inhuman decibel of my cries. Without removing his sweet tongue he turned me over with strength that amazes me every time. He feasted upon me from behind. I could do nothing but cum as my nails dug into the table. He buried his face and continued. It seemed like hours that he so graciously tortured me. Allowing reprieve only to wipe his chin. Waves of pleasure consumed me. Everything—dancers, onlookers, music—faded into the background. Nothing mattered except the emotions that made my body their temple. Control of my body ceased to be mine.

Then it was over. I was in his arms and being swept away into darkness…

“It is not over, My Sweet.” Can he read my mind? I wondered again.

“I have been gone too long. My dick will be engulfed in your pussy. I will make you flow down my shaft as if you were the creator of water itself. Then my dear, you shall sleep.”

Elation…Lust…Power…words synonymous with him. Shadow Claw. My Shadow Claw…I remember thinking…and I slept.