Author:Bith Sith
Title:
The Encounter
Description: A young woman has a rather unexpected
::smirk:: encounter with the horseman.
Violence:
Not really.
Sex: Yes. (oh, yes)
Language: Quite Graphic
She shuddered and clutched her shawl tighter against her breast, glancing up at the moon as it peeked through the veil of clouds and canopy of bare branches. Its muted yellow glow was her only source of light as she walked through the forest, trees standing like lonely spirits against the dark of night. Madeleine was on high alert- her eyes wide with fright, ears tuned to the slightest noise, breath hollow and rapid, heart ricocheting inside her chest.
She gasped as a twig snapped beneath her foot, her hand instinctively went to her throat, its skin cold and clammy. Tears came to her eyes and the young woman cursed herself for the thousandth time. The utter stupidity; to wander, to get lost, and now night had fallen...
Madeleine was a stubborn girl with an insatiable curiosity. The entire town was locked in a state of terror- provoked by the recent, brutal murders committed by the "Headless Horseman". While others hid themselves away, Madeleine had developed a fascination with the legend of a madman who lost his life in these woods, and had returned to the land of the living to seek some sort of retribution. She wondered endlessly about the validity of the tale, the Horseman's motivation; any clue at all to explain the attacks. She had been determined to find the answers to her questions. Venturing out into the Western Woods, she became too engrossed in her search to notice she had wandered into unfamiliar territory as the sun had set.
Now, stumbling her way through the forest, fright had finally overtaken her logical brain, and she realized the dire situation she was in. Trying to calm herself, Madeleine went over in her head what she knew about the ghost and his victims.
Sleepy Hollow was a small town, and news travelled quickly. Gossip spoke of a mysterious relationship between the dead; there seemed to be a pattern in the attacks. Word also had it that Ichabod Crane, the investigator sent from New York, had had a personal confrontation with the Headless Horseman, witnessed a murder, and lived to tell about it. This suggested that the undead warrior would not harm those he had no quarrel with.
This thought gave Madeleine renewed courage, and she began to breathe more easily. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the moaning trees, and she started, whirling around to find nothing but arboreal silhouettes. She stood absolutely still, ears perked, eyes unblinking. Then, out of the eerie silence, she heard it; faint at first, then emerging from the whispers of night- the galloping of an approaching horse. The blood froze in her veins as she saw a brief flash of black through the trees in her peripheral vision. Legs weakening beneath her, Madeleine clenched her hands, knuckles whitening, as she turned slowly to see what had moved. There he stood, against the weeping branches, astride a massive ebony stallion. He grasped the reigns and guided the horse, pacing back and forth in front of her. He wore boots that ended mid-thigh; spurs gleaming in the moon's light, his chest plate engraved with an elaborate pattern, strong arms sheathed in leather gauntlets, a tattered cape flowing over his wide shoulders and muscled back. She flinched as she saw a gaping collar where a human head should have been. He steadied his steed and sat motionless, seemingly studying the shivering creature before him.
Then, with one fluid motion, he dismounted and strode confidently towards her. Madeleine's heart pounded in her throat, and her mind fought against what she was witnessing. Terror consumed her and she froze in panic, the glint of his broadsword's viper hilt mesmerizing as it thumped against his hip. He held an axe high in his hand, and then, to her complete disbelief, threw it violently to the side, its sharp blade lodging itself in the soft earth. Madeleine's head began to swim as he came closer. Adrenaline pumped through her system, muscles taught, jaw clenched, her fear now supplemented by an overwhelming sensation of arousal. She was both shocked and excited by the strange feeling, and her bound bosom heaved in its bodice.
Now, he stood inches from her.
Before she had time to react, his powerful arms grabbed her waist, slamming her slender body against his. His hands moved over her figure furiously, one massaging her plump breasts and arching neck, the other searching through the folds of her petticoats. He quickly found his target, manouvering his way to the moistened warmth between her legs. Madeleine bit her lip and closed her eyes as he pushed his middle finger inside her and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. She reached up and grabbed his arms for balance and leverage, slowly rocking herself against his movements. He exposed her breasts and began to flick and fondle her alert nipples. Small gasps escaped her quivering lips, and overcome with desire, she reached down towards the hard bulge that pressed against her. She opened his breeches and pulled his erection out, gripping it tightly, feeling its vein thump against her palm. She relished the stiffness of his flesh as she stroked his eager shaft. Madeleine was so wet she felt it dribble down her inner thigh. He suddenly grabbed and pushed her against the ground, spread her legs, lifted her skirts, and began thrusting his rigid member inside her receptive flesh. She held tight against his torso to anchor herself as her back slammed against the forest floor, his body crashing against hers. She tried not to look down his empty collar, glancing up into the night sky.
Without warning, he stopped and clutched her ankles, lifting them up onto his shoulders. Then, he re-entered her, moving in a delirious rhythm, over her clitoris, deep inside her vagina, then out and over again. She grabbed him tighter and moaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps, entranced by the complete silence of her partner. He began to quicken his pace even more, and Madeleine was certain she would orgasm. Suddenly, he disengaged, and she lay in numbed silence. The Horseman moved himself forward and positioned his pelvis over her face, lowering his swollen penis into her open mouth. She took him in, tasting the salty flesh, smelling the distinctive musk. He slowly pumped himself against her, gloved hands supporting his weight as he rocked back and forth. She sucked him hard as his rod moved inside her mouth, tongue playing all over, and against his sensitive tip, accommodating his entire length. He seemed lost in the pleasure, and Madeleine was lost in enjoying his manhood, when surprisingly, he stopped, and pulled himself out of her mouth. His powerful hands grasped her and flipped her over onto her stomach.
She hit the ground hard, knocking the air out of her. He then wrenched her hips upward in front of his still-engorged organ, and penetrated her from behind. His body pushed her forward, one hand holding her shoulder, the other her waist. Over and over he pounded; feverishly, relentlessly. Her chestnut hair began to loosen from its pins, cascading down over her forehead and shoulders. Madeleine screamed out with the potency of her pleasure, as his rock-hard penis reached all the way inside of her. He bucked against her wildly, pulling her body up off the ground, riding her. The speed and fury of his thrusts was so insane and animalistic, Madeleine yelled and grabbed the ground infront of her as she climaxed violently, body spasming. He kept going, faster, harder; in a blind frenzy. She cried out again, coming a second time, the intensity numbing her. Then, he grabbed her hips and thrust as hard as he could inside of her, coming, his penis exploding with semen. She felt the rush of warm fluid, the shudders of his organ as it released. He pushed inside her as long as possible, fingers grasping her tightly. Finally, his body relaxed as he slowly disengaged.
Madeleine slumped, exhausted, against the cold grass and fallen autumn leaves. Her mind was flooded, and she hardly heard him stand up, retrieve his discarded weapon and mount his waiting horse. She manoeuvered her body just in time to see him turn and ride into the depths of the forest.
Out of the corner of her vision, she could see the sun beginning to rise over the eastern hills.