The waterfall looked heavenly. I had no idea that one was to be had out here in the reaches of the Sumter National Forest. It was a hot day, hot and humid even by South Carolina standards. The forest had provided some shade and some cool relief from the blistering sun and that had been what I was seeking when I decided to take a trek through the forest. But this! This was a special treat.
The forest was not widely visited. It was really more of a preserve than anything touristy. It was quiet and peaceful and no one was about. The only things stirring other than me were birds and squirrels and an occasional fox. And knowing that, well, I felt rather brave. I approached the waterfall with a glint of deviltry in my eyes. The pool in front of it did not appear too deep, nor did it appear all that treacherous. The rocks looked smooth and the water looked oh so very inviting.
And I did what anybody would do in a situation like that… I stripped off my clothes and laid them on the grassy bank and then proceeded to wade into the water that while not cold, was utterly refreshing in the August southern heat. I waded in further and further and found to my delight, that it was a bit deeper than it had appeared and by the time that I had crossed almost to the other side, the side where the water fell in a beautiful cascade down the side of a rocky overhang, the water was tickling the undersides of my breasts.
I sunk down to my shoulders and then leaned back to wet my head, slicing the water from my face and down the length of my hair. I did that several times before I felt totally refreshed and desirous of exploration. And then I ambled up the smooth rocks, steadying my way with my hands, and crawled up beneath the waterfall.
It was much cooler there and I shivered a bit at the drastic change in temperature. The sound of the water crashing into the pool just a few feet below was nearly deafening. It completely masked the sounds of the forest behind it. It was spectacular. It really was. I stood there on the ledge staring out the blurry window the falling water presented and counted myself lucky and fortunate to have been given a glimpse of such beauty and wonder. I drew my hand beneath the fall and watched the water spray on and around it.
I turned around and looked at the smooth wall to my back. Water slid soundlessly down it in small almost sheet-like rivulets. I touched it and traced it and pressed my face against it. The water was even cooler there. I was like a child, carefree and innocent, enjoying a moment of stolen bliss where no one and nobody could find me or could hurt me. The smile on my face went far deeper than just my lips.
But my peace and tranquility was suddenly disturbed as a searing pain tore across my bare back. I gasped in shock and in pain. I instinctively went to turn around but was instead forced against the smooth rock. A presence, a presence much stronger than me pressed hard against me and held me fast. And it did not escape my notice that this hitherto unknown presence was as equally naked as I was. And the roaring waterfall that I had moments ago admired had masked the intruder’s arrival.
Warm breath, surprisingly sweet, wafted against my cheek and my neck. It came steady and strong, as the body felt beneath me. I could not see who it was that held me there. But the more I struggled, the more iron-like he did seem. My hands were wrested above my head. My palms were pressed flat against the glassy rock. Feet spread my legs apart with force… but not with undue haste.
My heart hammered within my chest. Fear made all sound get stuck within my throat. I stood there panting… caught between the very literal rock and a hard place and did not know what to do or what was going to happen.
My wrists were transferred to one hand… one large and strong hand that easily held both of mine. And his other hand? It drifted down my rip cage… with razor sharp nails, or dare I say, claws? They grazed my skin and I gulped. Here was a man that could kill me as soon as look at me. Why had I been so foolish as to undress and go skinny dipping?
And yet… there was an undercurrent of something indefinable coursing in the air. It almost seemed charged with some odd mixture of fear and reassurance. I couldn’t begin to describe it. The grazing of the nails along my skin was not painful. In fact, it was tinged with a bit of something else… something far less distasteful. Shame flooded me at those wayward thoughts. But that shame fled as those nails, claws, skimmed the quivering flesh of my hips.
It did not go unnoticed to me that his body was a hard, solid wall behind me… and I mean hard… all of it… hard. And he was in a very primal state. My mouth was dry. My chest felt tight. And I chided myself and scolded myself for reading too many of the Anita Blake werewolf/vampire stories. I was actually almost turned on, almost aroused, and I was about to be raped in a deserted forest!
My hands were then transferred from one of his hands to the other, and then his newly freed hand drifted down and grazed and raked my other side, up and down my rips, up and over and along my hip. I was trembling… and only a small portion of it remained from fear. My head, my brain, that I had once thought pretty sensible, was beginning to drift to that Darwinian world where the strongest and most fit survive and triumph. And that spoke to me. It really did.
Teeth bit into the tender flesh behind my ear… bit softly, and a bit of tongue lashed out to swirl a bit. If he were really a rapist, I would not have expected him to lavish any such tender ministrations on me. And yet he did. And continued to do so. Little nibbles and gentle suckling on my neck… my nape… along the tops of my shoulders. And at one point, the little nibble turned into a firm bite. It didn’t break the skin, but it must have come close. And that little bit of pain sent me spiraling out of control.
Which he sensed and took advantage of. He turned into half beast-half man then, pulling me away from the wall and turning me around. His arms clamped around me and his mouth descended… teeth bared, and he devoured my neck. He used his body to rub up against and along mine. His hips ground into my hips and his erection bore down into my belly. He was no longer gentle. But I no longer cared… I had no use for gentle. I wanted … this… raw, primal, and elemental male standing before me. His eyes glowed with some inner fire… a fire of passion, of strength, of sheer force of will. And my will evaporated beneath his smoldering stare.
Somewhere along the way, he released my arms and began to rake my body with his nails and I felt some of my skin give way beneath them. I felt red streaks pop out along my flesh and wouldn’t have been surprised to see some dots of my blood welling up had I looked. I thrashed beneath him and instinctively bared my neck. He was the primal force that I had been waiting for my whole life and I responded in kind… baring my neck… letting him know that he could use me as he wished, that I was vulnerable before him… that I was his conquest and as the victor, to him go the spoils.
His tongue swirled along my jugular, tracing it up and down. His hands continued to claw and squeeze my flesh…wherever they touched, whatever they encountered. His hips kept grinding suggestively into mine. He was hard. He was hot. He was male. And he was conquering me and I was docile before him. My body moved and churned against him in impatience. My body wanted to be bested. It wanted to be possessed. And it wanted him to do it.
His breath was hot against my neck… his tongue had disappeared into his mouth and it was now his teeth that traced the line of my neck, that nibbled at the vein pulsing with my lifeblood. The movements of his mouth were oddly calm and gentle and slow and unhurried… so unlike the movements of the rest of his body, which were wild and untamed and which were building such a fire within me that I thought for sure I would burn out of control.
And then I felt his teeth sink into the flesh at the base of my neck… not a gentle pressure at all… but a sharp jab and in the same moment, I felt the sharp, insistent jab of his cock as it slid down my belly and pressed up between my legs. It was no longer teasing. It was no longer being coy. It wanted in and it was not going to be denied…
And it wasn’t. It thrust upward with a force that sent me slamming backwards into the wall. His mouth was still at my throat… his hands like vises at my sides… and he impaled me on his sheath. I could feel his pulse deep within my body. My body fought to control the tremors that racked it. He withdrew and thrust again… and again and again. I was spinning out of control…I was falling over the edge into the abyss.
His mouth tore away from my neck and his lips locked with mine. His tongue swept in and took possession of my mouth and all the while his hips kept up an incessant rhythm that was older than time itself. It spoke eloquently of male possession, triumph, conquer. It spoke of all things that girls like me should never want to experience…but something that I had always longed to… total domination. Total. And that is what it was.
Claws ripped at my skin. Hips ground into mine. Teeth and tongue commanded my mouth. My world was down to just him and his primeval force. I breathed him in. His spicy male scent was all that I could smell. The image of his burning gaze blazed across my mind. I wanted him deeper… deeper… into the inner sanctum that contained all of my secrets. Closer and closer and deeper and deeper did I wish him. I wanted no part of my soul untouched. And it wasn’t. He swept in with force and mastery and took me captive.
The waterfall roared behind me. The blood roared in my ears. He roared within my body. It was almost too much to bear. And then he bit down hard on my neck, pressed me harshly against the rock wall. His nails dug into my side and his thrusting increased as the pressure within me increased… and increased… and grew until the roaring in my ears overwhelmed me… the roaring in my body overwhelmed me. And then the tempest broke… I was flooded… with sensations… with the primal essence that was him…
In a blink, he was gone and I was falling to the hard rock of the waterfall’s ledge. Had I dreamt it all? Had it really happened?
I rose on trembling legs and looked down upon my body and saw nothing of what just had transpired… nothing. Not a mark, not a scratch… nothing. And I felt sad. In desperation, I scrambled back down into the pool and looked wildly around and… saw nothing. There was no trace of my phantom lover… not a single one. Just my clothes neatly folded on the bank…right where I left them. Not a single clue about the one who had just claimed me. Oh, the sadness gripped me. To be so ruthless plundered and conquered and then abandoned. To have achieved that fullness that knows no words, just to be left there with the knowledge of my deepest needs and no way to fulfill them.
Driving back home, I felt despondent. My heart was heavy and I felt empty and bereft. And that feeling continued as I undressed for bed and laid my head on the pillow that night. It was a surprisingly cool evening and I had left the window open hoping to get a gentle breeze to soothe my skin. And just as I started to drift off into a fitful slumber, on the breeze was carried the sound of a lone wolf howling at the moon.
I smiled and thought back to earlier in the day… to the waterfall… to him. As I sunk down into that place of dreams, lulled by the wolf’s call… I felt a warm stickiness slowly slide down my inner thighs. His scent came to me… all male… all hot… all hungry… and it was then… that I knew it had not been a dream after all and that he was still with me… ever with me and that he would come for me again. To triumph. To conquer. To vanquish. And to possess.
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