Haunting Seductions
#1 of Halloween
Haunting Seductions: by Puma & Darkstar Concolor
Thank you for accompanying me through this valley tonight; your presence and understanding my uneasiness is greatly appreciated.
What makes a big cougar such as my self frightened, you ask?
The truth is; there are things here that should not be. Trust me, there are Gods and Goddesses, Demons and Vampires, even Werewolves that I call friends. But here, the land holds things unseen, unknown, and dead. This valley, my friend, is haunted ground!
Scoff me if you want, but I know first hand. There ARE ghosts here!
Proof you ask? What proof can you have of something that is not there, something that can touch, but not be touched? What tangible proof could one posses of a ghost, other than the story of their encounter?
It was four seasons ago, I had just taken up this trade route and just as tonight, the medicines I carried were much needed in the village just beyond this valley. Otherwise, I would have camped high in the mountain pass where it is cooler and game is plentiful.
It had been raining hard from the time I first entered the valley; which should have been warning that something was amiss. The sky had been clear and star filled before I reached the valley floor. I pressed on, hoping I would either walk out from under the storm or at least find shelter where I could wait it out. I pressed on as fast as I could, but even the earth was betraying me as solid footing was getting hard to find. I was getting a bit desperate as even the trees failed to slow the torrent of rain.
I had just about given up all hope and was about to hunker down and just weather the storm when a flash of lightening illuminated an old house. It shocked me as I was nearly at the porch steps; but as the light faded, I could see no sign of what I knew was there just a moment before.
Being feline, I usually can see very well in the dark, but not on that very dark night.
As I stood there a bit dumbfounded, doubting if I had actually seen any thing at all, the next bolt of lightening confirmed the presence of shelter and hastened me up the porch to the front door.
Fumbling a bit, I rapped hard on the old, paint chipped, wooden door. Even though there was no sign of anyone inside and by the smell no one had been there for a very long time, I extended this courtesy. Satisfied that there was no one to let me in, I tried the knob and found it not to be locked.
I stepped inside the dark entryway and closed the creaky, old door behind me. Again, there was no scent of anyone being there, at least in the most recent history. There was the smell of dust and a dank mustiness that lingered in the air. But shelter was shelter, I welcomed it with relief.
Now that I was in out of the rain and wind, I retrieved the small candle and a tin of matches I kept in my pack for just an occasion as this. With light in hand, I made my way deeper into the core of the old house, ignoring the light creaks and groans of the old, slightly warped, wooden floors.
I discovered what must have been the great room as there was a fire place and a small pile of wood setting close as well as some old chairs and sofa. I made haste in starting a fire so I could warm myself and dry my cloths. I had a nice fire going and had striped off all my wet things, confident I was the only one here and my modesty would be in no danger.
As I set there in nothing but fur, eating a bit of hard tack from my supplies I carry, I was feeling very comfortable and warm. That is until a gentle and feminine voice broke the silence.
" Mmmmmmm, the fire feels nice. It has been a long time since there has been warmth coming from the hearth. And, longer still since there's been such a handsome male setting naked in my living room."
I jumped in fright, fumbling, trying to hide myself behind my pack, and trying to discover the source of the voice. There, setting in an overstuffed armchair, sat a very beautiful young mouse with long golden hair. She was sitting with crossed legs in what appeared to be a white silk robe.
"Aaaaaaaaa, you take me by surprise, M'Lady. I did not think anyone lived here. If you will pardon me, I will make myself more presentable," I stammered.
I must have been dosing a bit as I did not hear her inter the room, nor had I picked up her scent.
"Come, come now. The time for modesty is a bit past, don't you think? Besides, I like what you are presenting now anyway." She grinned with a mischievous sparkle in her unusual light, green eyes.
"I, I would like to apologize for my invasion of your home. The storm was so harsh that I just needed shelter. Perhaps if you have a barn or a shed I may use for the night, I will dress and take my leave. I have several gold pieces if you wish for rent."
"Sorry, no barn or shed," she grinned. Those long lashed, light green eyes had a definite impish sparkle as she spoke. "And as for getting dressed, your things are still sopping wet. If you try putting them back on, you would most likely catch your death. I absolutely refuse to let you go back out in this storm. That means you're stuck in this big ol' house with little ol' me tonight, sugar. Now, if you really want to pay for your trespass, I have no need for gold," her small pink tongue flicked from between her pouty lips to trace their shape before she finished, " but, if you come over here, I'm sure we can work something out."
As she finished speaking, she uncrossed her shapely legs, and opened her robe. In so doing, she revealed that she wore nothing underneath. Her bosom was full and lush. The nipples, a dusky pink, were erect and begged to be suckled. Her fur was sliver gray in the dancing light of the fire, save for the golden patch between her thighs. My eyes feasted on her form. Her waist was slim; her hips rounded, yet not overly full.
She opened her legs slightly and shifted her hips erotically and the triangle of golden fur between her thighs drew my eyes again. That is when her scent drifted over me: Lilac and feminine musk.
The scent seemed to cloud my mind, my instinct driving me closer to this wonderful smell. To look into the pools of lust that reflected from her unusual green eyes was to lose ones soul to desire. As much as I tried to tell myself this was wrong, my body refused to listen as I crept forward.
"Come, my Lover, come let my scent fill your soul. Come give me what I have longed for, for a very long time." Her voice was hypnotic, drawing me closer as she continued luring me with her words as well as her body. "I want you to quench the fire that burns from my loins to my very soul!" she added as she slumped in the chair, spreading her legs wide.
As I reached her, the scent seemed strongest from between her lovely legs. I followed it willingly as I felt her paws on my ears pulling me even closer. My nose pressed against her soft folds, now wet with desire. I inhaled deeply her heat, savoring the musky smell as it completely took over my being.
This wonderful, alluring female had given herself to me and she was now mine for the taking. I drove my tongue deep into her feminine folds, tasting her honey-like juices. Licking deeply, I drank from her. Each time I drove deeper, I was rewarded with more wondrous honey.
Slowly I drew back, only to move my attention a little higher. Her clitoris swelled as the roughness of my tongue licked over it. She shuttered and moaned out as I flicked hard against the taught, swollen bud.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Yesssssss!" She grabbed my ears tightly, holding my head tightly against her feminine folds.
As the small nub grew, I nibbled at it before taking it between my lips, suckling gently. Her reaction was swift as she bucked into my muzzle.
"Oh, my God. Oh yes, yes, yes. So good!" she screamed as she reached orgasm several times in succession as I continued sucking, licking, nibbling at her bud.
Each orgasm was harder than the one proceeding. Her body ground against my lips as she shivered with each one. Finally, she yanked my head away by my ears and glared at me through eyes afire with lust.
"Are you going to stick that cock in me or are you just going to drive me crazy with that tongue of yours?" She hissed through clinched teeth.
"By your command, my Lady." I smiled, placing a gentle kiss on each of her nipples before moving my body over hers.
I pressed my shaft, now standing rock hard and erect from its sheath, to her nether lips and I slowly pressed in. She wrapped her legs tightly around my hips as she tried to drive me in faster.
"Please!!!!!!!!!!" She hissed again.
Leaning forward, pressing my lips to hers, our tongues danced together. When she started trembling in anticipation and frustration, I slammed the last half of my shaft deep into her body, reaching deep into her womb. She gasped around my tongue as I held her tightly and allowed her to become accustomed to my size and to savor the feeling of being filled so completely.
As I began slowly drawing back until I was almost completely out, she moaned in protest and tightened her grip on my hips. Giving in to her legs, I slammed back into her. I felt her muscles clamp down around my shaft and she shifted her hips upward.
This time she threw her head back moaning loudly. I pulled back again letting my shaft slide part way out before I slammed back again with the same result.
"Harder!" She cried as she gripped my shoulders in her small paws. Her nails lightly raked my shoulders, but there was no pain. Only pleasure as she lifted her hips to drive her self deeper on my shaft.
I picked up on the rhythm of our lovemaking in answer to her body's demands. The sound of our moans grew louder, our pace maddening, until she arched her back and screamed out.
"I'm CUMMING....CUM ... WITH...ME!!!!!!! OH PLEASE, NOW!!!!!!!!!!"
This was more than I could stand, with that nudge, my seed exploded from my shaft as I threw my head back in a primal scream of my species. The barbs on my shaft flared, locking us together to insure as much of my seed stayed in the female as long as possible.
Panting, I slumped down on her, holding this beautiful stranger in my arms. She held me as tightly and just panted in my ear. As we started to catch our breath, I lay back on the carpet pulling her on top of me, my arms around her, my shaft tightly anchored in her.
She crossed her arms on my chest so we would have some distance between us and smiled down at me.
"That was heavenly, sugar. Are you always that good?"
"I would like to think it only gets better after the first time."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, then we are going to have to do that again."
"Most definitely, but we will have to wait until I soften a bit as I am tied with you just now," I grinned sheepishly.
"Am I complaining?"
" Noooooo, but as long as we are waiting, perhaps an introduction is in order. I'm...."
But before I could complete my sentence, she silenced me with a finger to my lips.
"No need Lover, what's in a name anyway? You're just my lover and I am yours. Although next time, my sister will more than likely insist on joining in after I tell her how much fun you are."
"Oh, I think I can handle a couple of mice, M'Lady," I chuckled, grinning back up at her.
"Who said she was a mouse? She's a sheep. I know, long story, so don't ask," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "Well, are you ready for the next round?" She said as she hopped up, turned, and dropped down on her hands and knees, shaking her luscious rear at me.
I was astounded as I hardly felt a tug as she dislodged herself from my barbs. Oh well, there would be time to investigate this mystery later.
And so it was, the night rode on as we made love many numerous times, ways, and in some unusual positions until we finally fell asleep in each others arms out of pure exhaustion.
This all may not seem a ghost story and nor would I have thought so, if I had not awakened naked, in the middle of a very old, burned out foundation.
I was dry and warm. The grass where I lay was dry and warm as well. My cloths were dry and folded, waiting for me even though every inch of ground out side the foundation was soaked and cold.
On my way out of the homestead, I ran across two head stones. The names had been obliterated by age, but each dated back 75 years.
When I reached the hamlet, I made inquiries as to the homestead and found out the two sisters had been deemed witches and killed, their home burned to the ground long ago. It is rumored that they still haunt the old foundation enticing travelers. Often, they would find bodies naked, lying in the runes of the old, burned out home.
The way I figure, the one sister I had met must have been satisfied and thus merciful. However, if I had failed to satisfy her or perhaps next time, her and her sister, my fate would have been as others who came before me.
This is a fate I am not eager to face, so I always hurry through and never stop. Even in a storm.
Speaking of storms, Is that rain I smell on the air? And when did it get so cloudy?