The warm evening air blew across her face and ruffled the long skirt of her dress as Bethany looked up at her huge peach trees. The trees were healthy, fragrant, and she guessed that they would soon be ripe for picking. She was lucky that she found property that was set on the outskirts of town. The organization that was selling the property was very urgent to sell the land. When she first expressed her interest in the land, she had an unbelievable amount of trouble trying to get a retailer to take her to the plot. When she did find someone to take her, the man seemed eager to close the deal and leave the property. She ended up closing the deal and building a small house on it. As the construction of her house was underway, she noticed something strange... very strange. The sides of some of the trees were burned away. Her eyes narrowed as she wondered how in the world had the trees caught on fire. Another thing that she found was the grove of peach trees hidden in a far corner of the property that the retailers must of forgotten to tell her about. A breeze again blew across her, rustling the leaves above her head and causing a few wavy wisps of her long red hair to blow across her face and breaking her thoughts. Brushing her hair out of her face, she peacefully looked at the glowing sunset, wishing life could always be this easy and peaceful.

She stood there for a moment with her eyes closed and a hint of a smile on her face as she enjoyed the sunset’s rays for one minute longer before heading back to spend her first night in her new home. She opened her eyes just in time to see an unbelievable phenomenon. The sun had sunk below the horizon at an unearthly speed casting darkness on the earth. Bethany swallowed nervously as she wondered what in the world had happened, then remembered that the man who had shown the plot had told her that occasionally the sunrises and sunsets are unusual. but nothing to be afraid of. Bethany had blindly overlooked the man’s shaking voice and didn’t realize that it could mean something. Bethany shivered as the night turned the once warm air into a cold chill. She turned and looked down at the ground, hoping that in the moonlight she would be able to find her way to her house. She took a step and stopped when she saw something next to her foot move. She froze, thinking it was a snake or spider and hoped it would leave, but in the darkness it was hard to see anything. As her fear grew, she couldn’t stand still any longer and suddenly bolted forward, hoping that she would have enough energy to make it back to her house. She took only three steps before she ran into something that knocked her back.

Stumbling slightly, she squinted into the darkness, trying to see what she had run into. Her eyes widened as a large dark object suddenly drew closer to her. A hand suddenly bolted out of the darkness and wrapped around her arm. Bethany screamed and backed away from the silhouette of darkness.

"Who are you?" A deep male voice whispered harshly.

Bethany screamed again and hopelessly tried to pull out of his grasp.

"Who are you?" The man asked again, his voice a dangerous tone.

Bethany, looked up into where she guessed his face was and answered him.

"B... Bethany. Who are..."

"What are you doing here?" The man said, interrupting her.

"I...I live here."

She could feel the man’s hand tighten its grip on her arm and a flash of pain ran through her in response to her answer to his question. She tried again to pull away from him and to her supurise, he released her. She stumbled away from him while rubbing her sore arm. As she wondered if she should try running or stay and try to find out who this man was so she would know who to press charges against, he moved into a ray of moonlight that the trees above their heads didn’t block out. Her eyes widened even further then before as she saw just how tall he was. She saw him raise his hand toward her and to her horror, her clothes and underthings suddenly left her body.

Screaming uncontrollably, Bethany crossed her arms in front of her, trying to cover her nudity. Her dress was nowhere to be seen. The man, who was unmoved by her screaming, walked to her. Before she could even think about backing away, the man’s hands grabbed hers and pulled them away from her body. Screaming again, but this time it was mixed with tears, she tried to yank her hands out of his.

"Please..." Bethany begged. "Please go away. I... I promise I won’t press charges or..."

The man didn’t allow her to answer. One moment she was standing on the ground with her hands caught in his, and the next she was pulled into his arms and lifted high off the ground. Before she knew it, her legs fell open to his waist and her hands rested on his shoulders. His large hands held her under her rear and his lips pressed against hers. She twisted in his arms, fighting to break away before her hands made a discovery. As she tried to ignore the reality that this complete stranger was touching her, her fingers timidly touched the strange soft fabric that seemed to cover the man from head to foot. It was soft, like velvet, and the fact that touched her skin caused a tiny moan of wonder to excape from her lips. His surprisingly tender lips left hers and she was snapped back to reality. He felt the muscles in her buttocks shift as she tried to move away from him. He growled softly which caused her to stop her struggling. She couldn’t stop trembling as she stared into the darkness that held her in his arms. She felt lips against her ear and her cheek brushed against the same soft material in which she guessed the man was wearing a hood. She gulped nervously as he pressed his lips against the racing pulse in her neck. She whimpered as she felt his embrace loosen slightly, but still held her in a strong hold. She felt a hand move across her naked rear in a surprisingly gentle caress, but it did not prepare her for the sudden delight of a thick finger that entered her from behind. She cried out sharply, though she wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure, pain, or both and arched her back as the finger probed into her body. The man, who seemed pleased with her response, licked at her lips that were parted in her shock. She supurised herself when she sought out his lips and kissed him with a intensity she didn’t know she possessed. She moaned into the kiss as the man withdrew his finger from her, then slowly slid it all the way back in. She broke the kiss and her head rolled onto the man’s shoulder as the finger continued its slow strokes. Her breathing suddenly became harder and it didn’t matter that this man had trespassed on her property or if he was a complete stranger to her. All she knew was if he stopped what he was doing, she would surely die.

Her legs trembled as they wrapped around his waist and she tried to push her rear up to meet his hand, but the second she did, he pulled out of her. She cried into his shoulder at the loss and his hand reassuringly caressed the smooth bare skin of her back. He felt her legs tighten around his waist as he moved his hand up to pet her hair. He wondered if she knew that she had stopped fighting him. He had never been a cruel man, and now that he had her here with him, the last thing he wanted to do was scare her, no matter what happened earlier. She didn’t fight him as he lowered her to the thick grassy floor. She relaxed a bit, and reached out in the darkness, searching for him. She felt lips against her forehead and she reached up and tried to bring his lips down to hers, but stopped as the familiar soft material that had once covered his head was gone. Her fingers slid over thick, flowing hair that ran down a bare back. Her body went rigid when she realized that he had removed all of his clothing and planned to....

The man sensed her nervousness. His lips slid across her face and captured hers. Bethany felt a warm hand slide up her arm and across her shoulder then down to cup her bare breast. Her back arched and the cry of pleasure was lost in the kiss as she tried to push herself closer. His thumb drifted across her nipple in slow circles. Bethany tore her lips away from his, crying out in her pleasure. His lips caressed her cheek and neck as her breathing became heavier. She felt his lips slide across her collarbone and felt his hand push up on her breast as his lips lowered to claim the waiting tip. She cried out as her sensitive nipple suddenly made contact with his hot mouth. She arched against him, moaning as sparks flew through her body. His wet tongue flicked across her nipple and she swallowed in excitement, not sure what to do. He groaned in his own pleasure. It had been too long since he had last tasted a woman. He moved to taste her other breast, feeling her begin to tremble in his arms. His lips slid down the slope of her breast and ribcage. He nuzzled her quivering stomach before he dipped his head lower.

Bethany was caught off guard when she felt a finger brush across her curls. Her body stiffened and she tried to back away, but two large hands quickly gripped her hips in a painful grasp. Her legs were parted by a large knee and he quickly moved between her thighs. She felt blunt fingers suddenly thread into her curls and part her lips. She jerked at being exposed to the night, not sure if she wanted him to continue or not. Her gasp caught in her throat when she felt his breath on the heated skin of her thigh. She cried when his mouth slid up her inner thigh, but nothing could of prepared her for the unexpected ecstasy of a warm tongue touching her heated inner flesh. Bethany raised up onto her elbows, crying out to the darkness and let her head fall back as she felt his lips slide over her lips. His tongue darted out to her pink flesh, causing her breath to leave her lungs in a loud sigh. She expected him to be rough considering his size, but his lips were gentle as they explored her secrets. The tip of his tongue slowly made tiny circles around the part of her that begged for him. She felt like she had suddenly been thrown into a fire. Unbelievable heat soared through her, starting at her toes and running up to her head, then forming into a ball of fire between her legs. She cried in wordless sounds that excited him, yet pleased him knowing that he pleasured her. She could only lay on the soft grass with her legs over his shoulders and try to get air into her lungs as he thoroughly enjoyed her body. Although her limbs felt like they had been tied down with weights, she lowered a hand down, searching for his head. Finding it, she threaded her fingers in his soft hair and pulled, telling him that she soon wouldn’t be able to take anymore. He clearly received her warning, and gave her a message of his own. His tongue wrapped itself around her throbbing bud and she suddenly went wild beneath him. Her hips raised up off the earth’s floor, screaming in pleasure. He too groaned and slid his hands under her rear, helping her to come up to meet him. She twisted and convulsed under him when he caught her in between his teeth and gently tugged. Nothing she did doused the sudden rage the fire in her belly. She cried out one last time, then she was suddenly flung over the her heavenly edge. Her body suddenly went limp and he raised his head up to see her panting, eyes halfway closed, and a slight smile on her lips. He slid up her body to claim her lips with his. She tasted her own juices in his mouth as she responded to the kiss. Warm hands slid across her belly then lower to grasp her hips. She felt his arousal pressed against her thigh and hoped it wasn’t quite as big as it felt. He aligned his hips with hers and her eyes widened as the tip of him slipped into her, followed by the rest of him.

Bethany had only laid with a man once before, but it was nothing like the fullness she felt now. He was as big as she thought, if not bigger. He went slowly, allowing her time to adjust to him, although he found it difficult. She was hot and tight, holding him within her. He suddenly found himself lost in her softness and his back suddenly arched and eyes closed. He dared not to move and ended up biting his lower lip in his struggle to let the urge to release himself washed over him. Her moans opened his eyes and the feeling of her hands caressing his arms brought him back to earth. He looked down at the tiny girl beneath him. Her back also was arched, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her lips were parted in a silent moan. He braced himself on his hands and began his slow thrusts, but as their needs increased, he slammed into her with quick movements. Bethany struggled to keep up with him, but as the friction in her belly reached new heights she could only let him guide her movements with his own. She heard his growls rumble in his chest and her fingertips slid across the expanse of skin. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss him with a newfound urgency. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to draw him deeper into her. He was pleased with her response to him, but all rational thought left his mind. They both approached their peak with a suddenness that shocked them both. She cried out to him one last time before her climax claimed her. He growled in response and plunged into her warmth one last time before releasing his seed within her.

He caught himself before he fell into her. He slowly withdrew from her and moved to her side, suddenly concerned. He knew that he was big and wanted to make sure she was all right. After he caught his breath, he propped himself on an elbow and looked down at her. She was absolutely beautiful. Her face was flushed even in the moonlight, her body was shaking slightly as aftershocks ran through her, and her face reflected her pleasure. He gathered her in his arms and drew her to the heat of his body. She didn’t fight him and snuggled closer to him. No words were spoken. Even if she wanted to talk to him, she lacked the strength to ask and her voicebox felt sore from her screaming. He held her gently in his arms until her breathing slowed and her tiredness claimed her. He let her sleep in his arms for a minute before laying her on the grass and moving away from her. He raised himself from the ground, supurising himself when he had to quickly grab onto a tree branch to steady his shaky legs. He watched her a moment, debating whether or not to erase her memory. The girl who called herself Bethany had just given him more pleasure then he had ever experienced before. He quickly turned away from the sleeping girl, knowing that if he didn’t, he would stand there and watch her sleep all night. He let her keep her memory. She would need it for tomorrow night...

Copyright 2000 by Lady Serria

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