Persephone in Winter - Chapter 9/11 - Sex Stories

Persephone in Winter - Chapter 9/11

... Stopping just in front of it, he could hear a faint, regular rustling from the stage, hidden behind the towering scarlet curtain. Then, between the even 'whish - whish - whish' came the hushed, staccato, soprano counterpoint - brief little cries that soon turned to familiar cries of passion, then to frenzied grunts and moans. He made his way closer, easily scaling the iron railing and dropping into the pit. Then came the baritone response, a clean, deep harmony, sometimes matching, sometimes alternating the beats of her hurried rhythm, then falling suddenly into a growling crescendo. The lip of the stage was within reach, only a foot above his head. Placing his fingers over the polished rounded edge, he began to pull himself up, until first an elbow, then a second arm made it over the edge. Straining to lift his weight, he clung to the stage, both arms stretched out into the darkness, hands grasping desperately for a way to hoist him higher. The curtain startled him as it parted and moved aside. He lost ground, sliding backward until he forced both palms down onto the glassy surface of the stage floor, stopping his fall just before he tumbled back into ...

... the pit. There, center-stage, displayed upon a raised bed-like dais, a thickly muscled, copper-skinned giant fucked her in slow-motion. His impossibly immense penis entered her eager body, then retreated, its pulsing surface dripping and glistening with her juices, her flat belly distended with each slow, deliberate thrust. Elyse's slim legs pulled at him, unable to encircle his monstrous thighs. Her body seemed so small, so yielding beneath him. Then, as though she knew he watched, she turned her face away from her lover, letting her head roll to one side, staring into the void of the empty theater, then into her husband's eyes as he hung precariously from the edge of the stage. He read so many things in her - on the surface, pleasure and desire, and deeper, a sadness that penetrated him, that seemed almost to beg, not for his forgiveness, but for something more primal. Unnerved by all that he saw in her, he relaxed his hold on the stage, brushing his arm against the scalding backshield of one of the footlights. As the searing heat quickly melted its way into his flesh, he lost his grip, slid suddenly over the edge, and fell backwards into blackness.