It was a stormy black night, while I slept dreaming as I might.
When suddenly I was awoken,
Through my eyes opened my sleep crust was broken.
The hour late, dwelling in twilight.
My love slept so peacefully, as her breath sang songs so beautifully.
When a stirring through the shadows fold.
Unearthed my weary red eyes so bold.
As a spectre, lavished a chair so smoothly.
Through my lashes I was peering, of veins of blood it was searing.
A woman's body it seemed to bare,
Naked, seductive, luring my eyes, heart to stare.
Shivers contorted my form, fear twisted I feared for what had perched upon my chair.
Unveiling herself, parting sweet treasure, hidden but now revealed offering of nectar no longer concealed.
Tenuous lapping her twin digits invoked.
The deepest desires, saturation had awoke.
I knew not this spectre, Intention, motive nothing revealed.
My jewel beside me didn't stir or wake, what lay before me was a possession, mine to take.
Her hand lay siege to muscle and flesh.
Nothing forbid her or could hold her not iron or steel mesh.
"Capture me" the spectre spoke, "before she wakes."
I thought not of my jewel asleep, as I moved expanding steep, penetrating deep.
Her hands, navigated my lips to nipples.
Lashing, whipping my tongue pooled ripples.
It performed as brush to canvas marking line and stipples.
Her nails etched a ravine, flaked skin trailed and piled of where she had been.
"What name do I call you." I asked while she took to swallow.
"I'm an awoken spirit, free me, insert your desire, fill my hollow."
Not once more did my thoughts reside in loyal ground as I forged inside her and bought her mouth to airing sound.
"Your jewel would not approve of your spire lathering my halls."
"Give to me your gift before her first tear falls."
The night air grew cold, darkened and thickened, not once engulfed in motion did I believe a curse would have me stricken.
I did as she said and bore a passage ending up to my hilt.
Her hair tossed back as she on orgasm did teeter and tilt.
Through my flow, she had her fill as now tears laced her eyes, her face began to wilt.
"You made your choice." She called not kind, not affable, nothing lingered in her voice.
Confused and exhausted my mast, I still wallowed in delight and of that which time had just past.
"You thought not of your jewel as she slept, released from its cage, restrained it should have been kept.
"Now, I take her to my bosom and from your grasp." She licked and slithered with a rasp.
"No!" I begged, "from hell, you will return."
"For your trickery demon, for like a candles wick your time runs short, I will see you burn."
"For if her life u seek to take as retribution for
What gift I gave you, for my mistake."
"Spectre, demon or wraith you claim to be.
To my last breath, sword or sorcery I will stand at your end, you will see."
"Foolish man." She squawked. " "misunderstand me, for I will not take her from you but you from her, you now belong to me."
With a blinding light, conjured from depths she emerged from that night.
A power drew over me, stripping me of all my humanity.
Searing waves burning through rendering useless my sanity.
At the cocks crow I still looked upon my jewel, I was now an awoken spectre for not having mans gift that of will.
She stirred and woke, from the ceiling a piece of paper fell.
Weary from slumber, she read all it had to tell.
Her eyes grew as a single tear then a second rolled, striking the page leaving flecks on the writing of my story told.
My words for were they not but more of the awokens Magic at hand.
For deceit, lies, scrawled over that page that were not conceived by myself or any man.
They told of my departure for another i had fallen, this was the awokens way to free her of my deviant hand.
"So......... Princess of this Castle, you have been made aware of what others do no get, this is what an awoken is, a spectre to reveal to you your regret.
Moments ago, you perched atop my ghostly rippled tower.
While your earl slept beside you, you drank, you lapped all of my power."
"What was done before will be again as you will see, for drinking from my Devils cup you now belong to me.
By morning your flesh will have withered and your form will be that of a ghost.
Your task will be to tempt others and the sinners will be who you will take, you will share their fear, pain, just like you, me our lovers we will miss the most, this is our mistake."
As I left her richly decorated room, that princess was the hundredth one to defile and to be take under the light of the moon.
I now travel to the next, and I still think of her, my jewel, I have naught to remember her by, not even a token.
This is my curse, I live in life but am shadowed in death, a spectre of broken.
This is my task, this is what I am, a ghost, wraith, spectre I am an awoken.
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