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Moonlight Pale
By Sascha

The moonlight calls me outside to dance with her. The wind howls and she caresses my body, naked and fresh. Hardened nipples, throbbing cock bobbing and bouncing about as I dance, the wind is my only partner. She strokes and touches softly at times. Tonight she is harsh, brutal. Unconcerned with my mindset, she urges me outward in the street. I run, naked and free. My only thoughts are of what she would do to me.

Then the fog sets in. Lovely fog, she is also another woman who looks at me with lusty eyes, draws me to her touch. Blue moonlight slowly turns to a pale green and there Nerissa appears. Before me, Nerissa stands in her see-through gown; long flowing locks of fiery red hair, she is here for me. Her desire to devour me grows and only my cock can fill her.

I walk over to her, knife in hand. She eyes the knife, shining brightly in the pale moonlight. She offers a rose to me and I take it. Our dance begins, with Fog and Moonlight watching. Even Wind has now become still and we are motionless for just one moment.

She leans forward, mouth open, my tongue slips between succulent lips. She sucks on my tongue, drawing me into her caress. The gown falls to the floor and she takes the knife from my hand. I feel the cold steel against my thigh, and my cock pushes it's way between her legs; our dance has begun.

Her teeth nibble the spots on my neck. Her tongue quick to my ear flicking up and down as her lips convulse around my cock. Soft velvety lips, she thrusts against me, she controld our movements. She leads our dance. My hair slips from the ponytail, covering my shoulders, burying her head deep inside the folds of skin between neck and shoulder. She bites once, twice, blood trickles down my neck. The knife against my thigh moves upward, my cock trembles inside of her but the pleasure blankets my fear. I gnaw at her breasts, returning her ardent touches. I am in tune with her, the pale Moonlight smiling on us. The Wind picks up to a gentle breeze but we don't notice. She is drunk on my blood now, having licked the last few drops before the wound clots, she now moves her lips to my nipples and I grab her head with my free hand. She moans, eyes looking up at the smile across my face.

Chills race through my body and we move backwards. The knife moves down, cutting into my flesh but I don't even notice. Fog surrounds us as headlights pass by. I'm quivering but she whispers, "Not yet baby, not yer." I nod and her lips don't let me give in so easily. She slows our rhythm to sensuous and soft now.

The blood drips down my thigh, enticing Nerissa to move her lips down, but she sees her dilemma. For a moment she stops, thinks and then I feel the cool Wind caress my cock before her hot lips touch my trembling flesh. Her tongue swirled around my cock head and my knees buckled, but she helped me stand firm. She placed her hand on my chest to hold me up but I sucked at her fingers, mimicking her motions with my cock. Another moan escaped her lips.

Fog drifted off and we were once again left with Moonlight pale and Wind, who observed Nerissa push me down and spread my legs. Her red hair swept against my stomach, my cock bobbed up to greet her luscious lips.

With her hands, she held me down, the knife sticking straight up in the ground beside me. The blood not quite dry on my leg, she licked it off and threw herself on me. With a free hand, she grabbed my cock and sat atop me, moving fiercer now. Her beautiful lips gripped my shaft and she felt my moans in her ear. I wrapped my arms around her, thrust upwards to meet her hips and even Wind could not drown out the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Hold on baby, just a little longer," she cried into my ear but I was so close to coming. I backed off but she wouldn't have it. She controlled our dance ultimately, leading with hurried motions and louder moans.

Moonlight pale had gone away as well to give us darkness and peace. Nerissa gripped my cock tighter between her legs and yelled aloud my name. Distracted by Fog I lost my patience with Nerissa and came deep inside her, the warmth overflowing and spilling out of her legs. Nerissa looked up at the Moon, who was only hidden within the Fog and I felt warmth, accomplishment, sated.

Wind returned at the same pace as Nerissa's heavey breathing and we were drenched in the Moonlight until Fog set in for the night. We drifted off to a deep slumber and when the sun woke me up the next morning, Nerissa, the dagger, her gown and our friends had gone. The rose was the only thing left.

The spiral would begin again since we still had three more days of moonlight left. I lay limp, covered in marks, cuts and bruises. I stood up and walked back towards my house for a shower with memories still fresh in my heart.

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