August heat clings to my skin. Bedroom by the sea. Storm growls distant. Naked under sheets. Nipples peak hard. Waiting. Heart races. That dream owns me. Night Breath. Two months of fire. Normal life? Crumbled. Friends’ chalet invite? Ignored. David? Faded ghost. I choose this. Power in surrender. Eyes heavy. Drift. Forest blooms. Autumn blaze. Sun shafts pierce leaves. Voyeur rays. Lie back. Grass cool. Naked. Ready. Silence slams. Eyes shut. He comes. My command.
Hot breath grazes lips. Sweet dew drops. Tongue darts. Lick slow. Sugar explodes. Body arches. Reins up. Water trickles. Sweet stream. Left breast. Down belly. Tease right. Shiver rips. Shine gleams. Sun devours. Fountain swells. Skin floods. Electric hum. I own this deluge. No escape. Mine.
The Mutation
Murder stops. Butterflies swarm. Hundreds. Wings whisper. Land wet. Drink deep. Legs prickle. Tiny feet march. Chaos caress. Dozens hands. Everywhere. Mouth parts. Lips claim. Honey kiss. Tongues clash. Passion devours. Control mine. I pull him in. Deeper.
The Exploit
One ventures low. Pubes snag legs. Push through. Brave bug. Hits core. Shock bolt. Wet fire. Aroused flood. Draws horde. Drink my nectar. Delicate torment. Intense storm. Hips buck. Grass scrapes ass. Thighs grind. Moans escape. Wings beat above. Infinite swarm. Sweat beads. More claim. Skin alive. Pulse caresses. Pussy packed. Juices flow. Sweet? Must know. Power demands.
Hand rises. Careful path. No kills. Finger dips. Lips slick. Soaked. Lift slow. Tongue waits. Taste hits. Salty. Spicy. Hot blaze. Eyes snap. Bolt up.