Gothic Erotica (Part One)

     Night bore witness to our wild union. It was a hot night along the arched passageway leading into the castle chapel from the expanse of the courtyard. The ancient stone passage was torchlit and our lustful echoes carried. We knew our meeting would occur but not where it would happen beneath that flickering firelight. 

     Her name is Tempest. A goth like me, she wore a plaid miniskirt that was checkered black, purple, and blood-red. She was in an ebony tank top and as I found out of course, she was pantiless, allowing her bare pussy to be wet in the late-night chill. She wore heavy eyeshadow, and her lips were the hue of the midnight surrounding us. 

     My name is Daniel. My attire consisted of an ebony suit that would be torn to shreds by the time Tempest had climaxed to my last thrusts over that chapel altar in the dripping candlelight. My lips were hungry in anticipation, my tongue already tasting her, and I walked briskly towards our meeting spot towards the chapel where we decided that sinning would be more fun than being good. 

     It was a night where the heat would only intensify as the air chilled around us simultaneously. As my footsteps echoed on the cobblestone in that passageway, I heard a hiss from behind me at the entrance to the courtyard. I pivoted to land eyes on her in all her velvety blackness. 

     Her emerald eyes pierced the blue of mine before we joined hands, then our black lips and crimson tongues embraced. Our shadows quivered and danced together against the stone in the torchlight. Then our shadows embraced and the torches flickered on, and the shadows on her face even quivered as I pulled her into me. 

     With much delicacy, I moved my hands from her waist and rested them around her neck. And as our tongues lapped, and I could feel her pulse beating like a drum against the palm of my hands, she then withdrew asking, “Is that what I get? I want you to grasp my slender neck…” pausing, she continued while wrapping her hands around my neck, “like this!” and she grasped as if her hands were vice-grips. I choked as I felt my heart beating faster and my lungs airless like the dead. Then she gradually eased the tension on my throat and air swelled my lungs. She playfully begged, “Now do it to me! I do it to myself with a belt when I masturbate in the morning…” She rolled her eyes up as she spoke passionately and continued, “I do it all the time!” 

     Here my hands left her neck, sliding down her body and found my belt buckle. “Allow a lady of darkness to rip this off your waist, sir?” Then she unbuckled me, and with a fierce sweep of her arm, she ripped the belt from my pants. Then she held one end in each hand and swung it over my head, wrapping it around my body. And she pulled me into her forcefully and our lips rammed, like I would do to her against the stones in the minutes ahead. 

     My pants began to sag and she noticed. She was gazing at my bulge. Then looking up at me, she licked her lips. “I want you,” she whispered. 

     “And I want all of you,” I said. 

     “Well,” she said, unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down slowly. Then her head lowered below my chin and she went first for my neck with those plump, ebony lips. She kissed the sensitive skin on my throat, then her wet tongue brushed upwards and she planted another kiss on my lips. “Here…” she tightened the belt around her neck and handed me the leather strap. Immediately, I gave it taut and as I did so, an aura of ecstasy suddenly appeared in her facial expression. Again, she said, “Is that all I get?”

     “I can pull it so you’re begging me to stop,” I joked.

     “Beg you to stop? Never, Daniel. Beg for you to keep going, even harder – hell yes!” As she spoke she ran her fingertips over the leather strap binding her slender neck. Then her hand slid down my body until it found my bulge. Lower her head went again, this time her thirsty lips were before my rock-hard swell, and after gazing at her favorite toy, her eyes rolled up my body to mine as she said beggingly, “The prominence before my lips makes my heart burn and my pussy drip like a candle onto the cobblestone beneath me.” 

     I retorted, “Your lips before my cock makes me feel the head pulsating in anticipation of dipping into your hot wax. And your heart aflame for me makes my heart thunder as if I’m already thrusting relentlessly between your legs.”

     Tempest responded, “And my heart’s flame flickers in the heavy breaths we’re going to share. Not smoke but steam will rise from our hot sweaty bodies as we are burning as one.”

To be continued…