[dixie]

Darkness... a full moon casting eerie shadows across the cold marble and granite of the decades old grave markers. Your studded leather belt wrapped around the steeple of the tall monument, binding my wrists above my head. The feathery branches of the towering willow filtering slivers of moonlight over my pale skin, caressing with its soft glow.



Your hands are about my waist, your lips crushing mine in such a ravishing kiss. Your hand trailing down to untie the lacings of my peasant shirt, pushing it further off my shoulders, exposing the creamy softness of my breasts, so heavy and sensitive during this monthly time. Your fingertips finding my hardened tips, making me moan in pleasure with each pinching twist.



You slowly lower to your knees, lifting my skirts, taking in my scent. You raise your mouth to me, tasting my flow, suckling at my sweetness. Your tongue plunging into me, feeling the throbbing of my core. My body arches against you, aching for release. Soon it comes, the cresting wave of hot, wet ecstacy. Your tongue lapping at the evidence trickling down the inside of my thigh, as I scream out your name.



You lift yourself slowly, your cock sliding into me as you raise fully. One hand entangling in my hair, pulling my head back. Your teeth sink into the delicate flesh of my neck. Your cock driving into me, harder and harder as you drink in the metallic sweetness of my life blood. One leg wrapped around you, once again my body arches, wanting more, relishing in this exquisite torture. Drinking me, taking me in, becoming one with me as my passion ignites and burns, finally smoldering to drifting ashes. Bonded for life...