First to arrive, last to leave. That's how it had always been with the Master Smither. I didn't mind as it usually allowed myself to tinker and work on my own small projects in secret. Tonight was only different in what I took home. Recovering the bucket of nails and a hammer with the dagger I left the Smithy and locked up. The sun was already low and just past sunset with the moon chasing it away. The streets looked colder then before. With a shiver up my spine I set off home. As I passed the Swooping Hawk I looked over. Like any other night the Inn was quiet, the few patrons up had candles glowing in their windows, likely insomnia, writers or some such. With a stretch I continued on, the hour was too late to seek out Sarah and curiosity of what might happen urged me onwards. Arriving home I set the bucket on the table and placed the dagger aside. With hammer and nails in hand I began to repair the shutters which had started to droop. It didn't take long and before long it was good as new. With a smile of satisfaction I placed my hammer and nails by the door so that I could take them back tomorrow.
With a clap of my hands I set about making myself some dinner, nothing fancy just some thinned soup, some bread with a little butter. Relaxing in the chair after dinner I started to feel droopy myself. The sun was gone and the moon was full. I closed the shutters and locked my door before changing into my bed clothes. I paused when I remembered the dagger. Eyeing it for a moment I shook my head and left it where it sat on the table. How foolish I was to think I needed something such as that. Chastising myself I stoked the fireplace so that it would remain alive for the night. Blowing out the candles about my home I scurried into bed quickly wrapping myself in the blankets and closing my eyes as I yawned loudly. With a slight smile on my face I slipped into my dreams..
My dreams turned into nightmares.. there she was once more. Cold, dark, seductive. I felt warm and cold at the same moment, what a strangely disturbing feeling. Suddenly I awoke. I knew now why I felt cold. The fire had died during the night, with a soft curse I sat up in bed, and threw off the covers before I sensed something amiss. My eyes had not adjusted to the pitch black of my house but I knew something was there. Scanning around me I felt myself foolish before I noticed it. Slightly aloft where my table was hovered two red gleaming balls of dull light. My heart stopped, my throat constricted and a sudden chill wafted over my body. I knew those red globes. No it couldn't be, I lied to myself. But as my eyes grew more accustomed to the darkness and the faint moonglow seeping through the shutters, to my surprise and horror sat the same smirking figure from the night before. I looked to my door. Bolted and secure, my window too. The figure seemed to sense my surprise and chuckled a thickly amused chuckle. "Oh I let myself in, I hope you don't mind my pet?" she had spoken in voice that seemed to caress my being as if I were surrounded by silk, her voice was so seductively gentle. My jaw likely would have fallen to the floor had it not been attached, I sat there dumbfounded and frozen as her smirk widened still.
"Cat got your tongue darling?" She had risen and was making her way towards my frozen body. My eyes locked with hers I could barely break away to look at her exotic form sashaying towards me, offering my dirty mind to spring free and imagine the body beneath and what she could do with it. Shaking my head to break out of this trance I mumble a stuttering who? Before she lowered slightly before me. Placing her finger over my lips to silence my aching questions she gently pushed me backwards onto my bed. My mind screamed of resistance, this was not normal, yet my body complied eagerly. On my back now she crawled upon my hips and straddled them tightening her legs just enough to tease as she leaned forward, one hand on my chest holding me down with surprising firmness as she lowered her face to mine, her voice now a bare whisper. "Shush now my darling. Now is not the time for questions." Her voice trailed off on the last word before she pressed those red glossy lips to mine. I pulled back slightly out of surprise, but she pursued. Her lips caressing mine, forcing my body to ache for the passion I could feel dwell within me. Despite my screaming mind of protest I submitted to those eyes, that kiss, the entireness she gave. I closed my mind, opened my lips, and became my desire. My arms went around her slender waist, my masculine arms gripping and pressing her hips down onto my quickly swelling erection, I could feel her joy at the feeling through her kiss, which grew in ferocity. Eventually she broke the kiss and sat back, pushing her long black hair behind her ear. Her eyes met mine, and mine to hers. With that same seductive dominant smirk her slender hands caressed my chest. With a wink her hands clenched my bed clothes and ripped them open baring my chest to her. She seemed to approve as she licked her lips and lowered once more to kiss my lips lightly, my cheek, my neck. Moving downwards to my chest as she ran her sharp nails along my tanned flesh. She playfully licked my nipple before biting the surrounding flesh, easily breaking the flesh to my surprise. She kissed the wounded nipple for a moment tasting it, before raising her head to ravage my lips once more. Her hips rocked and ground into mine, oh how the pleasure swelled within my erection. My need and desire shown through the kiss and my grip on her waist tightened.
For a moment I was lost in the euphoria, the next was a sudden cold. My eyes flashed open to see no one before me. I rose suddenly and looked around me frantically, nothing. At first I thought it a dream until a sharp pain made me realize otherwise. My chest had a distinct bite which still bled slightly. It was not a dream. I stood and glanced around sharply before noticing the shutters were wide once more. However that was not the only thing out of place. Upon the table a note written in delicate hand writing, pinned to the table with my dagger. It read:
"My darling, you are as wonderful as I had hoped. Next time leave the toys alone for the only toy.. is you.."
With desire;
Chloe
I shook my head and smiled like a little schoolboy who had just received his first kiss. Next time, next time I hope comes soon. With a giddy grin and a bounce in my step I closed the shutters and retreated to my bed. No nightmares met me that night. However my body was still damp with the sweat from my dreams. The next day Sarah was surprised to see me in such a hyperactive mood and it was infectious. However once we departed ways I began to regret the night before. What if Sarah found out? She would be heartbroken. With that in mind I began a troubling day of work. But as the day drew on I became more and more happy to see the sun depart the sky.