This was written especially for my first Gorean Master and a very dear friend now ... Wolf


Palms fall to the floor pushing her body up from the warmth of the furs.. chatka tightens pulling into her slave heat as she bends.. long tresses of red fire fall around her face and hang as a dark veil to cover full round breasts with dark pink orbs..

Casually she straightens.. stealing a glance in Mahkeengu's direction.. she moves on small light feet.. hips rolling as a slow ebb and flow as she steps silently out into the night leaving the platter of scraps at His feet...

Makes her way across a moonstruck knoll.. fire red hair becomes darker in the night with strands that shimmer with streaks of light.. tumbling carelessly around her curla.. the arch of her back sways rhythmically as her feet pad across dew kissed blades of grass..

Shawdows dance around her as she makes her way to the huge tree.. teasing her endlessly.. soon she stops beneath the tree.. darkened lashes flutter covering such light blue eyes.. glance from side to side.. wearily searching for the one shadow that does not come with her this night.. her small form freezes... there just beyond the tree cold black eyes stare into hers...

Light blue eyes darkened by the night held unwavering in His stare... gentle lips of burgandy move in a silent voice beconing the one that stalks her dreams to show Himself.. small and fragile hands raise from her hips come together stretched out in front of her as if bound.. two swelling breasts captured between the arms of a girl rise and fall rapidly....

Long slim fingers become entwined together as her arms begin to weave together pulling up to her face touching first her left cheek then her right.. hips slowly begin to gyrate in a slow rhythmic circle.. feet rooted to the ground never move as her body begs the wild eyes staring back at her..

Thick dark lashes fall tight against His stare... bound wrist and hands lower to the long line of her neck.. as her shoulders move from side to side as if two ropes pull her in two different directions... bound hands move lower until they come to rest centered over her chatcka and curla..

Feet find the strength to pull from the ground... her small childish form turns toward the tent staked in the moon frosted clearing.. yet she cannot run.. hips and shoulders.. feet and bound hands.. become still once more as she stares down the tent.. lost in confusion... not understanding how she came to stand under the tree... dark crimson lips part as a silent call falls on the night air....

Turns once more to the eyes of the hungry wolf... tired of hearing His howls through the night... she bends down before Him.. her knees fall apart on the cold hard ground... arms reach bound together to His feet as her long red hair falls surrounding a soft cheek pressed in the wet grass.. quietly a wisper falls from her lips... if this is what will fill You.. take her please... she is Yours....


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