The flower petals were crushed beneath his feet as he approached her private reverie. It took Persephone a moment to comprehend his presence as he approached. Her eyes were dazed and searching. Was he a dream? As he drew closer his dark shadow reflected in her eyes as a cold fear finally gripped her heart.
He didn’t speak a word to her as he swept up beside her. She had no time to think or react to this stranger’s harsh intrusion into her world. His dark powerful presence took her breath away and sent rod of fear through her stomach.
He wrapped an iron strong hand around her soft wrist and Persephone’s skin set on fire, sending a chill of fear to her heart and at the same time a thrill of heat all over her body.
They paused in the position, Persephone sprawled on the ground, her wrist caught in the grasp of the stranger. They stared into each others eyes for but a moment as a cool breeze played across their hair. Persephone’s was a look of pure horror surprise and pleading. The dark mans look was almost unreadable but a deep unquenchable desire burned dully in the back of his eyes as he gazed upon the fair woman.
Almost tenderly he brought the wrist up to his lips and kissed the bottom of her wrist, right on her life giving vein. He could feel the pounding of her heart as she snatched her wrist away and scooted frantically back through the violets until she hit the mosaic image next to the path.
He stormed to her side and effortlessly scooped her by her waist bringing her body up to his. She screamed out well aware there would be no one to hear her. He muffled her scream with a passionate kiss and wandered his kisses to her ear.
“You are mine.
Your lips, your hair, your kiss, your skin are mine now.” He whispered into her ear tenderly trailing his fingers down the perfect curve of her trembling neck.
She cried out indignantly at the statement but he threw her down into the sweet grass. Her face burned with embarrassment and fear. She did not strike at him, but looked in awe at his power as he fell down to the grass.
She was perfect there… trembling beautifully in the grass, not a sound escaped her lips, but horror shone in her eyes. Even then lying defenseless in the grass, she trusted him somewhere in herself. She trusted him because she had no choice. His power over her was something she felt in the core of her femininity and she could do nothing but quake in awe on the ground and wait for his next move.
His hands roaming down over her more private areas, her breasts and stomach and her sensitive sides were more than she could bear quietly.
“Please, no!” she moaned pitifully.
Her precious feminine innocence was all she had and now her most private self was being shared…taken by a stranger she did not even know by name.
She started weeping heavily and stammering her pleas while she tried to claw across the grass.
The stranger simply wrapped his arms around her and held her while he nibbled and licked at her ear and neck waiting for her attempts to cease.
He slowly started to remove her clothing, whispering about her beauty and his privilege over her quiet weeping.
Her shirt was opened and her beautiful breasts were exposed for the first time to him and to the silent violets and grass.
He kissed his way down her neck to her fine collar bone and caressed her velvety soft breasts. His mouth found her small pink nipples and the pair moaned in unison as he sucked. They tasted sweet and untainted to him and he ran his hands over her soft naked sides and belly. He ripped his own shirt off and came back down upon her and kissed her lips, moaning at the feel of their warm skin against each other. He kissed the tear stains on her cheeks and tasted the fresh ones as they fell from the pools in her eyes. When he started removing her pants she made cries anew and struggled to free herself from his grasp.
He yanked them down more urgently and moaned at the site of her creamy velvety thighs. “god” he murmured before diving down to lick the crevice between the top of her leg and her hip bone.
Persephone moaned at the touch of his hot tongue so close to her privates but was still frantically trying to crawl away. He made his way in between her legs and smelled the musky flowery scent of her.
He started to unbuckle his belt and Persephone started to scream out louder, not wanting to see him in his nudity and even more afraid of what would come next.
He pulled his pants down and scooped up the girl frantically trying to run away pulling her up against him. He savored the feeling of their warm naked bodies against each other and rubbing together with nothing in the way of their natural course.
Persephone’s whimpers had died and she now stared wide eyed at the beautiful man before her shaking her head, but secretly hoping he wouldn’t stop.
He tossed her back into the sweet cool grass and she felt it prickling into her back.
It was a feeling she would have relished in any other circumstanced.
The feeling of his head of his cock pushed against the lips of her privates made a fresh scream of horror escape her lips. She thrashed about, but it was too late.
He had already positioned himself and was entering her, wet and violated.
He moaned wildly as he started bucking up against her. She cried out in a different voice, one of sweet agony as she felt the pain of her lost virginity, and the pleasure of it.
“your are mine, understand?” he said
she barely was able to nod as her head knocked slightly against the ground as he thrust himself into the girl.
She was not his entirely yet, he knew. He started thrusting harder and fondling her bouncing breasts, moaning aloud about her beauty and perfection. She murmured something unintelligible as her eyes rolled back into her head and she grasped her arms around his shoulders. She came hard, and for the first time in her life. He grabbed her and held her close as she orgasmed, whispering of his love for her.
He lay with her as she recovered and they stared into the darkening sky.
“Finish me.” He commanded her.
“yes”
She had no choice.
She kissed her way down to his member and slowly started kissing and sucking it, making love to it to pleasure him.
When he came she drank his seed and she collapsed in the grass and watched the setting sun as it played across the glass mosaics.
He picked Persephone’s limp body from the grass and held her in his arms. A cold evening wind blew the cherry blossom petals around them like snow. She curled into a ball as he carried her off.
“We are one now, my love.” He whispered in her ear.
She barely heard him over the roaring in her head.
Hahaha...get it? she ate the seed? hahahaha...woooooo
Get it? Cause Persephone is eternally damned to stay in the underworld because she ate one pomegranate seed and whatnot? haha...wooo....yeah. seed. XD 