The Crimson Rogue

By April Diaz

(created while listening to the song “Fantasy”, “Obsession”, and “Missing You” by Robert Michaels and “Virtue” and “Incantation” by Jesse Cook)

She danced in the light swaying her hips like a dream to his eyes and with her tongue she licked her lips greedily wanting his every move against her. The sheer dress that draped in strands over her figure swayed with the play of the wind around her and twinkled in sync with the star dust that the sea borrowed from the sky. He could not help but follow the dancing beauty who was all but naked except for that strand like slip. It was not long that they had been seeing each other and he thought nothing of her but a sweet girl to love, his virgin flower who would seem so innocent in her ways. But what was she doing now? What kind of fantasy play was this?

In pursuit of her into the forest she swayed beside every tree waiting for him to get close enough to see the hunger in his eyes. Finally she came to the edge of the forest and began to hum a soft tune with her feet splashing upon the side of the beach that she lead him into. Her black hair suddenly flew out from behind her shoulders and lifted into the sky. The waves had come about in a single splash behind the rocks and soaked her while she danced.

His hands finally caught a hold of her swaying hips. He looked upon the taught nipples that peeked through the light mesh of a dress, and the mound of hair below her belly. Oh he grew hard as he stepped in tune with her dance and let his nose brush against her neck. His lips finding the seam of that wet dress. He brushed his lips down to the nipple and sucked it through the fine cloth, making her head toss to one side and her leg wrap around his and ride up.

Into a turn she spun and he grabbed hold of her hips and knelt smoothly bringing his hands to her buttocks and reaching down lower so that he might spread those legs a bit. His curious nose pressed itself into her mound and took in the scent of woman and sea. He dug his nose in deeper as she swayed, Her hips pressing into his face. His nose teasing her clit in a dance round her.

She gave out a sudden gasp for sudden realization of what he was doing to her. She had not known it would ever feel so good for a man to tease her sacred parts. Those parts never to be touched. She thought that it would all feel so dirty and shameful. Oh but it was not so. Looking on him in a pleasing smile she kept her dance. Felling his hands ride up from her knees to her inner thighs. Then brushing against the outer of her soft vaginal skin. She sighed and let him stroke her.

“Touch yourself.” He whispered. “Please.” What was this that he asked of her? She agreed to it nonetheless. Her hands seemed to take a mind of their own, touching her soft small breasts and stroking around the outer sides of her nipples. She cupped them in her hands feeling in the sensation of the dual action, the play on herself, and the play of his fingers stroking her.

He noticed she was getting very wet now. The scent of her juices were intoxicating him so much. He could not even contain the hard on that his pants concealed. Oh but she was so inexperienced. And he wanted her to feel her first time in such a beautiful way. He would wait. He would do what he needed to save her from pain. His hands pulled her down and watching her knees give out he noticed her hands over her small breasts. She had always thought that her nipples were such ugly things. To him they were only different. They were still lovely to suck none the less. His lips closed over one again through the cloth as he bid her to hold it out for him in her fingers.

A moan escaped her and he pulled her into the sand, laying her between the enclosure of a few trees to conceal them. He lifted her dress and with his hands parted her legs just a little bit and laid his face directly over her curling hair. Sticking a tongue out to lick her clit ever so lightly, he felt her sudden tremble and moan. Her hands came behind her and she propped herself up against the stump of a tree to watch him. Dazed eyes watched next as he licked those fingers and touched the nub again, stroking it so lightly. It seemed an eternity for this pleasure which he took his time in torturing her. Her heels digging into the sand, rubbing at the grains, and her legs giving out to spread themselves inch by inch.

A finger of his slipped into her hot little space and it slipped in so smoothly, “You’ve masturbated before haven’t you?” he grinned to watched her suddenly blush. “How many fingers?” she shook her head in embarrassment. He slipped that forefinger in most quickly and dragged it out slowly when she gasped. A sudden whimper escaped her lips. Those fingers were so much longer and larger than her own. “Tell me.” He cooed to her. And licked that finger slowly, tasting those juices as if it were better than chocolate and cream.
“Two.” she moaned, “Two of my fingers.”
“Well my two fingers would count to be about… three of your fingers, and mine are longer.” He grinned at her. She was panting heavily already. “Let’s see if you really are tight then.” A little bit scared, she jerked back. He hushed her by kissing her lips and licking them, his hands smoothing out her hair and stroking her clit once again. Then moving back he slipped two fingers into her slowly. She gripped the sand suddenly and moaned. “You are very tight.” He smiled lovingly and used his other hand to rub both her breasts at once. Oh her whole person was so small and beautiful. And how sweet was it that she had not lied.

Slowly he slipped in another finger as she got used to the feel of it. His fingers going in and out of her, in and out, in and out, her breath becoming heavy and quick. He could feel the clenching of her against his fingers, become faster. Then he slipped out of her and stroked her buttocks. She was reaching too close to the climax already and he wanted to make it last for her.

She protested when he stopped but hushing her gently his kisses all over her throat he waited till she was down from her high and began again. Curling his four fingers together he drove it in her so slowly. Tears immediately came to her face. He was stretching her cunt so slowly. It hurt for her so much. And this was only his fingers. Needing to desperately still her from the pain he began to bite at those taught nipples on her heaving hills. Calming down she felt no more pain and touched his neck. He started to curve those four fingers in her and noticed that he seemed to hit a spot that set her body into a fiery heat. Her hips lifted up and her hand gripped his neck and started stroking her own clit quickly. It was most evident that she wanted to reach quickly. Was it really that torturous for her?

Smirking and pleased, he continued the stroking of his fingers but pinned her hands to each other so that she would not take herself over the edge. “Oh please no! I need to!” She whispered desperately. She was already so wet. He had never gotten anyone this wet. Nor had he ever taken so much time on a woman to make her first night so much of a pleasurable one. He had slipped his fingers now by accident, quite far. That her pussy lips were eating at his palm.

She was so ready for him now. Flattening his hand now she screamed aloud a moan and felt him curl all his fingers over that one spot and stroke it firmly. She wanted to reach but she could not. He would not let her. Knowing now that she was the type of woman that had to have her little rose bud rubbed for her to orgasm. “Oh please! Oh please! Oh please!” He still held her hands above her head to make certain that she wouldn’t tease herself. With his wet fingers he tore at the sheer fabric and at once fed his mouth her right nipple. No more cloth to scratch his tongue. It was soft supple flesh upon flesh. He rolled his tongue over it and found her hips trying to meet at anything to grind at.

His mouth came to tease the left and with that free hand he desperately let go of her fingers and went for his cock pulling away from her. He did not take his gaze off her cunt just open before his kneeling self and ready to be filled. Her fingers came into view as they took hold of each side of her cunt and spread the hole out. “Take me to paradise. Please.” She wept to him in all frustration. He pulled out his cock and his fingers gave her open cut a few loving strokes. Then boldly she grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it to herself.

He smiled and looked straight into her eyes. “Ready?” he asked her in a breathless tone. She merely nodded her head and put her forehead against his. Slipping in to her wetness he sighed finally at the release and then the slow slip of himself into devouring cunt. He began his motions slowly and turned her so that she lay in the sand looking up at him. Her hands wondering to feel his chest and unbutton that white shirt and her legs reaching up with her toes to spread out her thighs, and all at one slip off his pants the rest of the way. Wrapping her legs around his torso he took hold of her shoulders and rubbed the tension in them. Then Gripped her buttocks and rubbed with his pinky the little star shaped hole. She twitched and let the wet finger stroke her. He would not let that finger go in. He knew how much she did not like such a thing to be done to her.

He picked up the speed and began to go in her faster and harder. Her head was already tossing in the air while he reached to pinch her nipples again and rub her breasts. He took her mouth finally near climax and pressed his fingers to the base of her neck and wrapped his arms around her. Between the kiss of rolling tongues, and the pass of sweet breaths she listened to him groan and moan with her own sighs and screams. Then he began to roll his hips making for certain that every thrust enabled the pressure of his pelvis to her rose bud clit. Her screams came louder and her mouth pressed against him evermore and fell back with the take over of pure instinct. She let his own lips take over and his tongue dive to stroke the roof of her mouth, his head over hers and those hands reaching down to her hips controlling their every yearning brush and roll. He loved the way she was swallowing him now. And the way she was clenching and riding the wave for a moment before they readied for the final grind.

He pulled away from her and sat up holding only to her hips for support and put both thumbs on her delicate nub and began their massage while she met his thrust so slowly. He wanted this last moment to take forever but alas the peak is always short, and intense. He knew this would also be the most intense he would ever give in to. Her hands fell to the sides of her head and then moved forward to grip his wrists, urging him on. He massaged her clit so roughly and rocked himself in and out of her delicate flesh ready to erupt with more of those delicious fluids.

Bucking against her more, he screamed aloud not being able to take the anticipation any longer. He thrust forward and her hands gripped his chest. She was near too. He gave one final thrust and yelled out her name, his seed spilling so warmly into her. She had not yet cum and was still letting her head rock back and forth, tossing her hair about over the sand. Staying in her he kept his hips rocking with his limpness in her so softly being clenched upon. The sensitivity drove him into shudders while he rubbed at her and caressed the pink lips that closed over his cock.

“More!” she yelped out and moaned when he took one thumb and pressed its flatness against her nub and decided to try rubbing it counterclockwise and around in a circle. She moaned out louder and started reaching her hips up to its final finale and she screamed out and fell limp beneath him, licking her lips and tossing her head from side to side a few times more.

He smiled at her and kissed her cheek, pulling out. Then curled his arms around her while she slept. He knew that she had loved this. And it was her beginning teases that lead to her final wish. She had lost it to a man she loved. They had not been long in their time together. Not yet at least. Although he knew what they had would last. If not, would always be remembered.

He would always remember her as his little dark haired flower, Venus flytrap…

…The Crimson Rogue…

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