Noelle was a beautiful young woman. She was thin and had very long, dark blonde hair. She had heard about the brutal murders of the Hessian Horseman, yet she wasn't afraid. She actually grew an interest in the story of the Horseman. The townspeople never went into the western woods. They knew that it was a haunted place. But the western woods was the place that she loved to be. She always went there, no matter what people told her. Yet when she went there, she always got the sensation of being watched. It never bothered her, though. At some times the sensation grew so strong that it turned her on.
Noelle decided that she would go into the woods that day. She had woken up at one in the morning to go there. It was a little cool outside so she wore her dark purple velvet dress. She knew her way around most of the woods, though she had only been there a few times while it was dark. She ventured in confidently, clutching her dress to her chest, for the wind made it quite chilly. She passed the many familiar trees on her way into the forest. The forest was so beautiful at night. It's shadows threw themselves upon the ground wildly. She went further into the dark woods. She came to her most familiar spot, which was The Tree of the Dead. The Hessian's sword gleamed in the dim moonlight.
She suddenly got a very strong sensation of being watched. The wind blew stronger now for some reason. Everything was quiet. Almost silent, except for the wind. She felt a sudden blast of very cold air. For some reason she became very aroused. Her breath quickened and her sensation heightened. She heard galloping faintly at first, then closer until it sounded as if it were right behind her. She turned around to find the motionless form of the Hessian on his horse. She gaped at him. His eyes were an icy blue and penetrated her. His teeth were long and sharp. He hopped off of his horse. As he drew nearer to her, she became so aroused that it made coherent thought almost impossible. He stood inches from her heated body. He slammed her body against his muscled body and armor. He drew her mouth into a crushing kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his wild mane of black hair. He manouvered his gloved hand under her skirt to find her wet warmth. As he kissed her, he pushed his finger inside her and rubbed her swollen clitoris with his thumb. Her grip tightened as her ecstasy grew unimaginable. She felt his hard erection pressing against her waist. She pulled it out and gripped it tightly. He pushed her onto the ground and pushed his swollen penis into her wet flesh. She moaned at the sensations he was creating as he thrust into her wildly. His long fingers caressed her heated flesh and his mouth teased her erect nipples until they were swollen and hard. She felt his sharp teeth graze her neck and she moaned uncontrollably. His pace quickened and her breathing came in shallow gasps and he threw his head back and moaned. He thrust into her in an insane and delirious rythmn. She was now screaming with the potency of her pleasure. It soon became to much to bear and she gripped his back tightly as she blanked of all thought and orgasmed, her body shaking. He threw his head back again and cried out as he was pushed over the edge by his climax. He thrust into her one last time as his hot fluid rushed into her. Then he collapsed on her and they fought to catch their breath.
Soon, he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He smiled lovingly and caressed her face. She reached upwards and brushed his hair out of his sweaty face. She smiled back and they shared another passionate kiss. She put her arms around his neck. He stood up and picked her up into his arms. He carried her to The Tree of the Dead. The tree opened for him and he carried his love into eternity with him.