Written by: sexy_tin
Olive’s agonized scream echoed across the lake and into the night. In the woods nearby, a wolf bitch whimpered and pressed herself deeper into her den and closer to her mate. He turned and licked her face softly. Their eyes met and each paused for a moment. It would be months before she was in season, yet he assumed the mating position even before she felt her mate’s teeth at the nape of her neck…
Olive knew she was dying. She was sure of it. Only in the afterlife could anything feel this way. The spirit’s hands gripped her waist in a viselike grip as he raked her body up and down along the full length of his immense, stone-solid manhood. She seemed to weigh nothing to him. With every thrust a fire seemed to blaze hotter in her belly, as if the spirit’s shaft was a bellows, stoking the passion within her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she dug her nails into his impossibly strong muscles and whimpered and grunted with every overwhelming thrust. The world shrank to the two of them, human and demon, man and woman, his thick shaft stretching her young body to it’s limits and beyond. Her legs closed around the spirit’s back and she dug her heels into his firm cheeks as if to spur him onward.
The spirit’s eyes blazed and he caught her eyes and held them. Then suddenly she felt his hips twist, raking the fiery coals in her belly in a subtly different way that wrenched a gasp from her and plunged her into a convulsion of helpless ecstasy. Olive screamed and clutched at him before collapsing limp upon his hot chest. As she leaned against him, panting, she realized the demon was playing with her! He was amusing himself by taking her this way, by forcing her to lose control!
At this thought, the young woman’s mind blazed with anger. All thought of her mission vanished as she raged inwardly. She was the daughter of Touches the Sun and White Lotus, not some dog bitch to be teased and abused! She angrily shoved herself away from the spirit’s chest, stifling a gasp as the motion forced her down slightly on his throbbing tool. The spirit watched her with an unreadable expression as Olive twisted and writhed in a vain effort to escape his superhuman grip. After struggling for a few moments she was forced to admit that the spirit’s strength was too great for her to break free. She stopped struggling and glared at the demon.
Moments slipped by. The still air stirred, and the breeze brought the scent of pines as it caressed Olive’s body. Then, slowly and purposefully, she brought her legs around behind the demon’s back and dug her heels into the solid cheeks of his ass. Never looking away from his eyes, she tightened her legs and pulled herself slowly down the spirit’s shaft, deliberately impaling herself. She stared intently at the demon, her face a mask of scornful defiance even as she fought down the ecstatic shudder that threatened to overwhelm her studied calm.
Perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight filtering through the gathering clouds, but Olive thought that the spirit’s eyebrows raised slightly as he took a new grip on her hips and lifted her slowly until she slipped entirely off of him, before plunging her back down onto his glistening shaft. Olive bit her lip and squeezed her eyes closed as she struggled to hold back the building explosion in her belly. She concentrated on the taste of blood, desperate for something to think about besides the spirit’s powerful thrusts and the incredible way they fanned the fire in her loins.
The demon growled as his shaft churned her juices into a steamy froth which coated her sex and his alike. His breath pressed against her neck like a physical thing, hard and hot like the panting of a hundred galloping horses. There was no longer room in Olive’s mind for any thought but struggling to hold back her inevitable mounting climax. Her body screamed for release. As the spirit drove his massive tool into her again and again, Olive felt her control slipping..
Lightning played across the sky, snapping insanely from cloud to cloud. The demon opened his mouth, but he made no sound; instead there came a deafening explosion, a thunderclap so loud that it seemed to shake the very earth. Then his shaft erupted inside her, gushing jet after powerful jet of his molten seed deep into her body. At this, the last shred’s of Olive’s control snapped and the trembling girl’s body convulsed, unable to resist the unimaginable orgasm she had fought so hard to suppress. Her fingers clawed the spirit’s flesh with hysterical strength. Her nails raked his back and arms. The gusting wind snatched her howl of desperate pleasure even before it could escape her mouth, scattering it into the night.
Then, as she climaxed helplessly, Olive’s eyes met those of the spirit. Strangely, they were no longer the blazing coals they had been before, but the soft green eyes of a man. He met her gaze and held it as the last shudders rippled through her. Then Olive’s young body fell limp, hopelessly overtaxed by sensations it was never meant to endure, but the demon’s broad hands supported her gently. He gazed at her almost… wistfully. Such sad eyes, Olive thought as the world spun around her. He looks so lonely. What it must be like, she wondered, to spend eternity unloved and abandoned by your own, with only the wind and rain to touch you?
Using the last of her strength, Olive wrapped her arms languidly about the spirit’s neck and drew herself up to him. Their lips met and parted in a slow, deep kiss. A lover’s kiss. When at last they slipped apart, Olive collapsed, exhausted, into the spirit’s strong arms. Her last sensation, in the seconds before darkness enfolded her, was the splash of a tiny raindrop against her skin.
The spirit looked down at her, smiling ever so slightly, for a long, long moment. He brushed her hair back, and the young woman murmured softly in her sleep. Then, cradling her protectively, he turned and strode carefully out across the water, it’s smooth surface already rippling with scattered raindrops from the coming storm.
Women among The People still refer to a summer rain which comes after a long dry time as “Olive’s Gift”. It is also said that if you listen very carefully you can hear, behind the echoes of the thunder, the cries of Olive herself as she is taken by her demon lover…(end)