Litterary Smut

Leaves rustle as you lead me forward. They sound like paper, and I hear your footsteps on the ground, my own breathing coming hot.

"Shuuuh," you say. "We don't want them to hear us."

"Who?" I ask. "Can I take off this blindfold now?"

"You can't. That privilege is mine alone."

I feel your soft hands at the back of my head, caressing my neck as you untie the silken cord. Light rushes in and I turn to see you again, put your finger to lips to caution silence. Your lips are pink, pink as other places, and as full of secrets.

"There, look through the clearing. Right on time," you whisper.

A couple emerges from the stand of trees. The man is tall and graceful, young, but dressed in clothing from another age. It is torn in places and he shows the brawn between his buttons. The woman is clothed more modestly, in a long red skirt and top that conceals from toe to long, elegant neck. The cloth clings and you can see that her nipples are erect.

The girl bows to her companion. There is something different at the top of her black mane of hair. The man, instead of bowing back, turns and smiles in our direction. His teeth are a wolf's, his nails like steel knives glinting with the light reflected from his skin. The girl, I realize now, has horns that match the sharpness of this vampire's claws and fang.

"He knows we're here," I hiss.

"Of course, he knows. She does too. I conjured them after all," you answer, the vampire's eyes reflected in your own.

"That book of spells is dangerous."

"All things worth having are, my dear. Now watch. We must not disturb their ballet just yet."

The dark girl starts to dance, and her garment seems to follow her like another partner. The cloth is thinner than it first appeared. As she twirls and gyrates into the light the dress becomes translucent, revealing a silhouette of the dancing demon. Her back arches in rhythm with unseen music.

With each turn the vampire counters, putting out his hand to catch her waist, which she has pulled back her garment to reveal. Her belly tightens as she returns the touch --her hands first on his face, and then the tunic at his chest, untying a fastening strand with each gesture. As she dances, she bends her knees and sinks until she is kneeling in front of the vampire. He stands with a bare and gleaming chest, his heart undressed by her.

The demon girl's eyes go up to him, then to us. The pupils are obsidian and filled with mischief. She undoes the buckle at the vampire's waist. Her left hand lowers the breaches to the ground. He is naked in front of her. A red, forked tongue darts from her lips and flickers over his crotch as she dances under him.

"Who knew vampires were hairless," I say, mesmerized by the scene, aware that my own cock is matching the erection on display for us.

"She is too. The hellfire burns it off. Now watch, the best is yet to come."

The vampire has quietly run his razored fingers across the dark girl clothing as she danced, cutting the once modest dress to well-placed ribbons. He bends to stroke then, to kiss the revealed breasts. As he stands again, his hands rest gingerly on the horns hidden in her hair. He pulls the horns toward him and her mouth envelops his member in a sudden thrust.

The girl moans softly. The vampire answers the call a thousand-fold. His arms outstretch, neck tilts back, and the wolf teeth bare to the echo of their species' call.

As if summoned by his yell, there is sudden movement in the clearing. Other dancers, a ring of youth are hand-in-hand and swirling round the moaning pair. The others have wings, gossamer like butterflies and in as many colors. As they swirl closer to the vampire's outstretched hands their clothes are cut until they are free and laughing with the touch of air upon their breasts and backsides. The naked fairies dance so close to the earth that it is impossible to see which is dancing and which is flying.

"It makes me wet," you say to me.

The dance continues. The vampire can resist no longer. He grabs the she-demon by a previously unseen tail and turns her over on the ground, her backside now against him. A knife of nail reaches through her legs, and the last wisps of cloth and modesty fall away from her sex. Your earlier statement is prophetic, she is hairless against him, skin to skin. He pauses for a moment, his member resting on the outside of her sex, his hands smoothing against her demon flesh.

The vampire turns the demon girl over roughly, her breasts and belly now to him, legs entwining, cock still resting against her slit. She nods. There is screaming. He is in her.

There is a rhythm now. In out. In out. In out and all around the fairies dance in echo the daemon's pleasure. A multitude of perfect creatures themselves and each other, lost in their own games of ecstasy and pain.

"Mmmm." I hear you echo the dark girl's cry, and see that you too have joined in the ritual of masturbation.

I want to join in, but am embarrassed by all the prying eyes, human or no.

"Haven't you had enough of watching?" you say with mischief, and grab me by the cock, pulling me forward into the clearing.

The lovers continue unabated, screaming out with their hell-bent joy. The fairies are more receptive, flying down to greet you. You pluck one by the hand from the air and she settles down next to us, smiling with a thousand-year-old, perfect youth. She says something unheard. Your hands undo the laces holding her small breasts. They touch your own.

"Here, this one is strawberry," you say, offering me the nectar from your nipple, then from hers. "There is also a fairy here whose belly button is mint and chocolate. I know that is your favorite. Ah, there she is."

I taste you in each foreign kiss, the flavors of your invention, and want your lips. You put a finger to them again, and silence my request before it is given. "Waiting is the joy," you say, and I want you all the more.

"Here's a little respite for your lust. You three," you call to fairies. "We need your help."

Three of the magic creatures, one gold, one silver and one bronze come down. The last smacks you on your ass as she lands.

"Naughty creatures," you laugh. "Now stretch up, you. And you, bend over." You return the fairy's earlier smack. "And you, well, hmm, spread your legs. That's good. Let's show the beauty I've created."

The fairies beam with lust and laughter.

I'll need you too," you motion to the still moaning vampire, taking his sharp finger and slicing off the panties of one fairy. You slide down those of another with your free hand. The third removes her own clothing, slowly, but fast enough that she does not earn a smack.

"Beautiful work," I note in appreciation, craving the feel of your flesh as the creature's beauty add flame to my lust.

"Take one," you say, caressing the glistening head of my member. "I give the best gifts and it's not even your birthday."

"You pick for me."

"Alright," you smile as the demon and vampire collapse in orgasm. "let's make it a surprise."

You put the blindfold back around my eyes. Your hand is on my cock guiding me forward, you breath in my ear, my heart in my mouth. I can smell you like orange blossoms.

I feel a glorious wetness as my sex is guided in circles at the edge of hers. It envelops me. I hear again the wolf cry and the soft moan of demons and fairy folk. The rhythm of sex overwhelms my own pulse, and then the wetness is more than just sex. It is raining. I can feel it on, and it is your tongue and lips and raining sex in a thousand drops.

"I need to be inside you," I cry. I have never meant anything so desperately before.

"Oh, but you are," you say, and your voice is heard in the wind through the trees as turning pages. "You are in me so much deeper than your sex would ever reach."