Scroll Very Fast Fast ScrollMedium ScrollSlow ScrollVery Slow ScrollEven ALL MINE. Moon. Wind. Wild rainy night. A figure, out in a storm. She is soaked, shivering despite her heavy hooded cloak. A pale hand reaches to the large oak door and knocks. The door opens but we see no one. She walks into a cavernous hall, dimly lit with naked flames. Her eyes are taken upstairs by a series of torches hanging on cold stone walls. Slowly, she lets her soaking hood drop. It drapes heavily on her shoulders. Hair clings round her moon-shaped features like tendrils grasping at her smooth cheeks. Most of it is back, behind her head. Tied and out of the way. As she tentatively starts her ascent, we see a shadow at the top of the stairs. Watching. Waiting. She reaches the top of the stairs, peering into the gloom ahead. There is an eerie glow from one room. Firelight. The thought of some warmth draws her onward. She enters a small room, rushing forward to embrace the warmth of the fire she finds. Shaking with cold and weariness, she lets her sodden cloak drop to the ground. It has been little protection, it seems. Her gown is soaked and clinging to her body, revealing to the watcher her fullness. Her gentle curves. Her vulnerability. Kneeling by the fire, she crosses her arms around her body and struggles to pull the wet gown from her body. "Let me help," a soothing voice behind her says, flowing warmly over her clammy skin. She turns, but sees no one. Her dress lifts easily off, as if suddenly freed. Staring back into the flames, she reaches up, behind. Undoing the ties. Shaking her hair free. She kneels up by the fire, rubbing her damp tresses. Trying to dry them in the heat of the fire. Something shifts behind her. A shadow. The fire playing tricks on the wall, perhaps? She stands. 'You are beautiful.' A voice from the darkness. She heard it clearly. But still there is no one. Covering herself as an after thought, she moves to the door. It slides shut. Her breath quickens as her eyes dart around the room searching for answers to put her mind at rest. Pulling at the door, she finds herself feeling trapped. Snared, even. Then she feels him. His arms slip through beneath hers from behind her, and for a moment her body welcomes the warmth and contact. She tries to turn but her head is held, and her eyes are suddenly covered with a delicate band of soft silk. A hand brushes down her nose to her lips, gently pausing there. To keep her from making sound? or to feel her soft lips against his fingertips? A wave of panic (or excitement) washes over her. It is met by a soothing voice. 'Don't worry. Relax.' He leads her gently to the bed, lowering her onto the soft warm covers. Stroking her soft naked skin. Whispering. I want you. I must have you. You are all mine. And then kisses. Soft and warm. Needing. Insistent. Velvet caresses than weaken her resolve. She sinks further onto the bed. Her body now responding to his touch. Moving, swimming in his arms. Drowning in his kisses. His hands are on hers. Holding them. Binding them. All the while his lips kissing, eroding her will. She is tethered to the bed. But she is held by his lips his caress. Hands move gently down over soft breasts. Again pausing. Checking and rechecking. Holding and reholding. Kissing and rekissing. Her will is gone. She is lost to him. Giving herself now. Moving her body up to meet his touch. His hand moves down, brushing her soft mound. She moans. His fingers stroke gently at her sex, strong deep strokes pushing to her very soul. Then they enter her. She gasps, meeting his insistent rhythm with her own forceful thrusts. Now it is she who needs. She speaks. Please. I want you. He moves carefully over her bound form, his soft skin against hers fueling her passion. Her head is back, wanton. Her body is arched, searching for him. For his cock. He moves between her, searching too, and finding her. She welcomes him into her, breathing deeply. His thrusts are deep, filled with burning passion. He crashes into her, losing himself finally. Waves of pleasure course through her, shaking her to the core. He holds her, stilling the powerful quaking of her orgasm. Kissing her again he whispers... All mine. You have to be all mine......... All the stars may shine bright All the clouds, they may be white But when you smile Oh how I feel so good That I can hardly wait To hold you Enfold you Never enough Surrender your heart To me All mine, You have to be........ From that cloud Number nine Danger starts It's sharp incline And such sad regrets Oh as the starry skies As they swiftly fall Make no mistake You shan't escape Tethered and tied There's nowhere to hide From me All mine. You have to be...... So don't resist We shall exist Until the day, until the day I die..... All mine. You have to be..... All mine. Yes you have to be.... Oh you have to be All mine. . +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+