DESIGNS II

By Succubus

Through a cloudy haze of images and the lingering remnants of a dream, Leigh moaned. Thin strands of sunlight snaked feebly into the room and landed upon the girl's sleeping form.

With gentle touches, the handsome stranger pet her, his fingers grazing softly across her skin. His mouth sought out her breast. He trapped the nipple between his lips and sucked at it, licked at it, nursed. A small groan came from him as she moved slightly underneath him, still trapped in her dreams. The nipple hardened and tightened in his mouth.

He moved carefully, not wanting her to wake yet. His fingers trailed across her belly to slide against her cunt. He leaned back to look at her.

Her tousled hair covered much of her face. A small dot of dried blood shone against her pale neck. He watched the methodical rise and fall of her chest: her small breasts quivered slightly with each inhalation. Her legs lay limply sprawled open before him on the bed. Between her thighs moisture could be seen; the lips of her cunt glistened.

He sucked in a breath, feeling a pleasure akin to pain at her beauty. He ran his fingers through the folds of flesh, gathering her moisture, then tasted her, licking at his finger. With agonizing slowness, he lowered his mouth to her. He inhaled deeply, smelling the heady scent of her arousal, then tentatively reached his tongue out to taste her. So lightly it might even tickle, he licked at her lips, at her clit, swirling his tongue around inside of her.

Leigh moaned on the bed again and shifted slightly. He looked up quickly, watching her eyelids flutter and let her settle back into sleep before he went on. Once he was sure she was sleeping, he continued, reveling in this stolen moment with the beauty.

Finally, he could tease himself no longer: moving with great care, he climbed between her thighs and placed his hard cock at the open petals of her cunt. He smiled at her lying helpless and unknowing beneath him, and then slowly slid himself into her heat.

Her pussy squeezed and sucked at him as he slid inside of her, her heat and wetness embraced him. Slowly, tenderly, he moved in and out of her.

Leigh gasped beneath him, but still her eyes did not open. Her body flushed slightly, a pink glow covered her skin. Her head rolled to the side a bit, and on her face was an expression of intense pleasure.

Smiling to himself, he fucked her, his strokes growing longer, deeper, more insistent. Finally he could not stand it anymore. He lowered his head to hers and licked at her mouth. It opened in response, so he slid his tongue inside. He kissed her long and hard.

Suddenly, Leigh's body became very still under his, her lips closed against his. He thrust into her harder, filling her with his cock, feeling her softness take all of him in. She moaned against his mouth, and slightly, almost imperceptibly, he felt her hips rise to meet his thrust. He started kissing her again, and this time she kissed back. He felt her body press up against his.

Leigh was barely awake. She had been dreaming, and in her dream the most delightful things had happened to her. She dreamed of this dark haired lover, with eyes like black lakes and a smile to die for. She dreamed of his mouth across her skin, of his hands petting at her body, of his cock sheathing itself inside of her. At some point, she came to realize it was no dream at all. The realization came as he kissed her, and for a moment, she had panicked, feeling pure horror at what he was doing. She couldn't understand why, though, when he was bringing her such pleasure. With a sigh, she gave in to the intense pleasure of his lovemaking.

The man plunged into her harder, his cock slamming deep inside of her, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned even louder, her pleasure mounting. He kissed her more, insistently, wanting to touch all of her at once, wanting to overwhelm her with pleasure, fill her entirely. His tongue snaked into her mouth again and he thought to himself, 'my mouth, my lips'. A groan flew from him as he slammed into her over and over. Her cunt clamped down on his hardness, squeezing at him. With a savage cry he came. His hot seed pumped into her as he held her tightly in his arms, his cries muffled against her neck.

She shook under him, amazed with herself at the pleasure she had felt with him. Her body tingled deliciously. Slowly her mind began to awaken. Groggily she looked at him lying on top of her, his body rising and falling with their breaths, and felt a wave of tenderness wash over her. He seemed so vulnerable like this. She smiled into his neck then bit playfully at it, pulling her arms to wrap them around him and hold him close.

With horror, she became simultaneously aware of two things: her hands were bound to the bed with handcuffs, and the nightmare of last night was no dream, but all too real.

Panic filled her and she struggled under him, trying to move him off her. She sobbed in revulsion at the memory of how she had just felt about him, of the emotions he had pulled from her. She thought of the girl's corpse lying in the corner, of the terror of last night, then of his softening cock still inside of her, his seed leaking out around it, running down the crack of her ass. A huge wave of nausea washed over her and she retched, gagging beneath him.

He jumped up as he heard her gagging and ran to the other room, returning with a bowl. Even as she desperately tried to avoid either looking into the corner or vomiting, she still noted how his now limp cock bounced humorously as he jogged back into the room. A twisted grin lit her face with the absurdity of it all a second before she began vomiting. The man moved to her and held her, holding her hair out of the way while she was sick. He pet at her hair ran his hand over her forehead, soothing her like a parent with a sick child. Each touch from him made her vomit more, until she was doing nothing but dry heaving into the bowl. Softly he continued to pet her.

Leigh closed her eyes tight, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she tried desperately to stop feeling anything at all. She sobbed harder, her efforts useless. Despite herself, she was settling down, his soothing touches calmed her. Amazed with herself and him, she opened her eyes once more to stare directly into his.

It was like being sucked inside a vacuum. Everything just disappeared when her eyes found his. She disappeared. Her bottom lip trembled and tears still slowly ran down her cheeks. He reached out, pressing his finger against her lips, and said to her "Hush, my love, everything will be fine, don't worry."

Her eyes stared into his for a moment more as his words sunk in. And somehow, she felt better. Somehow, it would all be o.k. Somehow, she gave in to herself, and to him.

He watched her closely as she closed her eyes once more, and kept watching her until he was certain that sleep held her safely in it's arms.

His eyes ran once more over her form, and then turned towards Lucy, still bundled up in the corner. Lucy disturbed his angel, so, as much as he was fond of her, Lucy must go.

Saddened at having to say good bye, he ran his hands over Lucy, carefully tracing the lines of his 'art', which decorated the dead girl's body. His fingers lingered over her neck, recalling how it's fragile bones had felt beneath his tight grip. With a sigh, he kissed her cold and swollen lips one last time.

He wrapped the corpse tightly into the blanket, and then bound the bundle up in trash bags, carefully wrapping duct tape around and around it. He added another two bags to the outside, then hoisted Lucy up on his shoulder and carried her off. He double-checked his locks, then headed off in search of a good resting place. A few bricks added to the bags and the river would keep her nicely.