The Mountain - Sex Stories

The Mountain

... The movement was sudden and fast, like a fairground ride, and had the similar effect of making me nauseous. I felt acid rise to my throat, and again thought I might black out, but a sudden layer of cool air revived me. Eyes. It was still pitch black, but I could see the glow of eyes, as though they were illuminated from inside. It was like seeing pinpricks of light as the entrance to a tunnel might appear, but these were no distance, they were just inches from my face. Intense eyes, that seemed to be searching my soul. And as the eyes interrogated me, a voice spoke. A deep gravelly voice, full of menace. "You have come to give yourself?" I froze as fear overwhelmed my senses. "You are here, and I intend to have you. I trust that you have not lied to be here. You know that it would not be good to have lied." I remained silent. I knew the truth. "You know that many before you have lied." None within my living memory had returned, that much I knew for certain. I also knew they had all claimed to be pure. The eyes continued to stare. "Do you wish to continue?" I was unaware there was a choice, but I had come here for this purpose, and was not backing out. "Yes." It was all I could manage. The eyes came ever closer until I could feel breath against my face. It was stale and smelt unnatural, but it was not unpleasant. I started to feel light headed, strange and suddenly became aware of the bindings on my arms and legs, as if I could sense every individual nerve end where the ...

... tendrils touched me. I could feel how soft and tender they were. I could feel how they gripped me. I could feel the blood vessels in my limbs pumping past the tightness. Lips kissed mine. They were cool, but soft and tender. The kiss had a gentleness and a passion; just as I might have imagined a lover. I responded. Having thought about this for so long, it was easy to be lured by what I imagined. There was a certain sexual frisson to it, and I became aroused. I responded. Eager. Lustily, though at that time I had no concept of what the term meant. The lips kissed, then sucked. The mouth moved, first kissing my neck, then my breasts. What started as soft and gentle became fierce, and as it reached my nipples, ferocious. I could feel the areola being sucked hard, the bud brushing against rough teeth. Suddenly I was bitten. Incisors penetrated me. I screamed, and felt the warmth of blood on my skin. I could not deny that it hurt, but I would have endured more. The mouth continued to travel down my body. At least, the lips continued to kiss and devour me, but it was my body that moved, continually lifted and tilted, unable to resist any position this creature chose. Unable and perhaps unwilling. As the creature reached my stomach, I felt my legs being eased apart and my body tip backwards. I hung almost upside down and feared I would fall, the ordeal finishing with my skull crushed on the stone floor. Blood rushed to my head. The position made me feel vulnerable. I was naked, bound by ...