Flakes of ice drift down onto once green land,
coating it in a cold blanket of white.
Porcalin-like feet run through it; causing
prints and marks, a crunch with each step.
The girl twirls, gown flaring out around her
like an orchid in the wind, an array of dark
silk and lace.
Raven peers about her, watching snow drift
down onto the ground around; curiousity
playing in her deep blue gaze. Why she is
here, she hadn't a clue. Where she should be,
is home, in the warm, with parents that wish
her to dress in bright gaudy colours and
A grimace plays on the girls face as she
imagines herself wearing such things her
parents would suggest, giggling at her escape
Home is far away, now, and she has no way of
them finding her.
Raven runs through the meadow, feeling chills
peel up her spine like a thousand freezing
Something sounds in the near distance, she
pauses. A rustling of branches, leaves.
What could it be?
A sharp caw sounds from another direction,
causing panic and fear to stab at the Ravens
frantically beating heart, sending blood
coursing through her veins at an alarming
Cold fingers smash from the ground, gripping
white flesh, dragging down, crashing down in a
cloud of white ice.
Raven's scream penetrates the bristling of the
Ground cracks beneath her feet dragging her
into a world of unknown, hair whipped from her
face in the wind that claws at her flesh as
she spirals downwards into the earth.
She crashes down, landing not on cold , hard
earth, but on a bed of silk pillows, covers,
The scent of cinnamon wafts around the room,
swirled with dried rose petals and ...
Something in those mixed scents sparked a
small flame within her own chamber, a
dwindling spark, for now.
What is this?
What is happening?
Panic still claws at her precious beating
heart, spikes her veins and tingles up her
spine. Something is not right.
She attempts movement and finds herself
entranced , entrhalled by something standing
in the doorway. Something that is illuminuated
in the crimson candle light of the chamber she
has landed in.
It is a male.
Unable to help herself she lets out an uneasy
giggle, a nervous sound.
Currently Raven sits in a crumpled heap of
bird's nest hair and creased silk gown. She
stares at him, unknowing of her disheavled
The man moves closer, sits on the edge of the
four poster bed, pushes the curtains aside.
His skin is marble white, his eyes rubies. His
hair is an inky mass of black that seems to
glide down his shoulders like a tainted
waterfall gliding over white flesh. Black ink
One cold firm hand lays itself against the
bare flesh of her hand, takes her fingers,
rises it to his lips.
They are cold, so...very cold.
Silk brushes over Raven's knuckles as the mans
scarlet orbs meet hers, mesmerizing her into
Fragile fingers tremble beneath his firm grip,
struggling subconciously to escape but not
wanting to, realistically.
A hand glides up the porcalin coloured silk of
her leg, scooping up the folds of fabric that
cloth her until they reach the flesh and
warmth of her core, where blood pulsates
infuriatingly, as if something within wants to
Raven inhales suddenly as silk lips grace her
neck, dipping into the crevice of her
collarbone with a wet, warm tongue, teeth
brushing flesh, grazing, soft on rough.
She groans, tilting her head back, the hand
upon her core rising and lowering, dipping
between damp, pulsating folds.
Ravens fingers clutch at his inky mass of
hair, tugging and curling within it, tensing,
then releasing again. Pleasure courses through
her body like wildfire.
The touch withdraws, leaving Raven restless,
squirming like a fish out of water, her back
giving a gothic arch, gown falling around her
form as she moves.
Moments later the gown has completely
dissapeared, leaving Raven a mess of pleasure
and fear, a sweet concoction.
Pale lips part, releasing another ogasmic
sound, as a knee parts hers, something slips
against her chest, wraps cool, long fingers
around her breast, a thumb stroking over a
painfully hard nipple.
Raven is only partially aware of her
surroundings, almost completely taken over by
the luscious feelings taking over her very
being from the core, spreading out and sending
tingling spikes across her flesh.
She feels her thighs slip apart to make way
for another body; something pushing between
her folds, hot, hard, penetrating as it slips
further, pushing in to the hilt. Raven loses
her mind to the ecstasy.
Whoever the man was, he was making Raven feel
things she had never felt before. Her fingers
clasped the back of his neck as the creature
moved within her, pressing forward and back
over and over with powerful thrusts.
He made no sound, a silent, mysterious lover.
His hair cascaded onto their faces forming a
mystical black curtain. Their lips met,
moulding with one another, heartts racing
The movements quickened, sending heat
spiralling out of control, pleasure building
up in Ravens abdomen, that familiar clenching,
tightening feeling she got when she was near.
She bit down on his lip a little.
He let out a primal growl , deep in the back
of his throat, a sound of Dominance, control,
Raven held her breath trying to hold her
climax off a while longer, but it wouldn't be
long before she couldn't control the
Her thighs tightened around his waist, his
thrusts increasing impossibly until they were
both making primal groans of lust, unable to
Something burst between them, causing them
both to utter their climaxing groans, holding
onto eachother like wild animals.
Raven panted, still squirming in the aftermarth of things, clutching onto him as if for dear life.
Tiredness pulled at her body, her skin aching, needing relaxation , but she didn't want to sleep, no, not yet.
Just then the mans head rose, burying his face against her neck. Raven felt something sharp peirce her skin, blood rolling down her neck as her eyes rolled into her head at the sensation.
At that moment, she woke up in her gaudy coloured room, wishing she didn't dream so damned much.