The Full Moon

It was a beautiful night where the full moon lit up the night sky. I loved full moons. Awkward events usually happen on such nights. However, to me, full moons have a magical feeling. It was a beautiful night to have a full moon. It was a cool night. The summer breeze chilled my skin covering it with goosebumps. It was another night where I would spend time with my lover. Little did I know it was going to be the last night I would ever see him. He had invited me over to see him. I enjoyed my time with him. I went over to his place thinking that we were just going to get it on like we usually would. However, my lover had other plans for me. He knew how I loved doing kinky things with him. Tonight was one of those nights where we would explore that kinky side of me and see where it would lead us. We had taken many drives during the day and we would pass by many sectors that were coated by woods. I wondered how exciting it would be to one day park on the side of the road, sneak into the woods like two perverts, and fuck. It would be hot to have him press me up against the tree and he would lightly lift my skirt and fuck me. Maybe I would suffer some tree truck burn on my back but the pain would be subdued by the pleasure. As he would fuck me, I could watch the passing cars and wonder if any of them would stop. It was a fantasy I shared with my lover. I had never thought that he would remember or make it into a reality.

On this very night, my lover looked different to me. He was glowing. There was an animal-like attraction to him. His sexy blond hair and glasses made my mouth water more than usual. However, I didn't tell him. He knew that I was on the edge anxiously waiting for the next time he wanted to have me. So he knew that I would be ready for him at the best time I would see him. He says me down and I saw a serious facade upon his being. I thought it was going to be one of those talks that signified the end of our journey together. My paranoia was put to ease once he started speaking about my fantasy in the woods. My lover enjoyed hearing it from me. My lover had added his own twist to the story. The twist was similar to that infamous horror flick scene where the girl is being chased into the woods and the wild killer would chase her. He finally captures her and he gets to have his way with her. It was way more perverted than my idea. However, I thought it would be exciting to be chased and then to be held down. My eyes lit up because the way he had to describe had made me wet. I was excited and I told him that we should go for it. We take our drive to an abandoned road that I had never been to. My heart starts to race. I was getting excited. As he drove he was playing with my pussy. He was getting it very wet. He was on the brink of making me come in the passenger side seat. I know my thin panties were not holding any of the moisture. My leggings were being soaked as well. The aroma of my pussy was filling the car. I looked over at my lover and I wanted to see how he was reacting to my arousal. He was getting into character. It was like he was becoming more like a predator. The moonlight struck upon his face creating all types of shadows. I had my very own me. Hyde. We finally parked at the side of the road. He pulled his fingers out of my leggings. He inhaled the aroma of my juices. It was as if he was going to use my scent to track me. Then he tasted his fingers. I then tasted those fingers as well. I smiled innocently not thinking much of what was going to happen next. He says to me, "On your mark. Get set. Go!" I shot the door open and darted into the woods. I took a quick look back and saw him smiling at me. I heard leaves rustling as I ran through the woods. Twigs were getting caught on my clothing, slowing me down. Then I stepped, thinking I had run too far in. My surrounding was confusing me. I didn't hear anything. Then I heard rustling noises as if someone was running into the woods. I smiled because I knew it could only be my lover. I didn't think of the dangers of darkness. I heard more rustling noises but I didn't see anyone or anything approaching me. I then heard howling. I was scared. My heart started to beat faster. I didn't know what was going on. This was a fantasy that had become a nightmare. I called my lover's name. The moisture in between my legs was starting dry up. My rustling noises got louder. Something was approaching me. Suddenly something grabbed me from behind. It squeezed me as it swing me around like a rag doll. All I could do is kick and scream. I was weak in the knees. Once I felt my feet touch the ground, I collapse to the floor. There he was standing above me. This person had scared the shit out of me. I could are him breathing heavily over me. My eyes had watered from the fright. I could see his breath turn into smoke. It was that chilly in the woods. I looked at his silhouette. I could are his face. I hoped that it was my lover and not some psycho who lived in the woods. A flashback of Deliverance swept my mind. Someone was going to make me squeal! I couldn't move. I was anxious to see what was going to happen next. This being went on all fours and crawled to me. I was still scared. The moonlight priced between the tree branches and I was able to see that it was my lover and not some perverse mountain man. He hovered over me. He moved his face closer to mine. His cheek went past my cheek. He stuck out his tongue and licked my tears. He enjoyed the fear he had created. He moaned with pleasure. He started to sniff me. At that moment I felt safe. All common sense returned and I started to bitch at my lover for scaring me that badly. I tried to shove him away from me to show my disappointment, but he got more aggressive. He pushed me down onto the ground. He straddled me and pressed my hands onto the ground as well. "You’re mine," he growled at me. Since we were role-playing, I was going to put up a fight. I struggled but you were much stronger than I presumed. He then squirmed down to my ankles. He peeled my leggings off of me. I didn't resist at that point. My lover placed himself between my legs. There was no foreplay. He whipped out his dick and started using it. My pussy had clammed up from the fright. He pushed his way deep inside of me. It hurt a little but I don’t think he cared. He stared at me as I was hopelessly under his control. When he had a chance, he tore my blouse open. My tits jiggle from the impact. My nipples hardened immediately from the frosty air. He once again pressed my wrists onto the ground. His head lowered as he sucked on my luscious tits. My pussy was slowly getting into the rough sex. It wasn't as pleasurable as I hoped it was. It felt like his cock was getting thicker with every thrust. He then howled. I moaned in pain. He continued to fuck me. It was getting to that point where I had to tell him to stop. But he growled at me. He started biting on me. I started to scream "No!" but it wouldn't stop him. I felt my pussy getting filled with blasts of come. He dug deep inside of me. I stopped resisting him hoping that it wouldn't hurt as much. He changed his stance with me. He finally let go of my wrists. They were hurt as well. He left finger marks on them. I looked at him and he looked psychotic, foaming at the mouth with pleasure. One of my favorite things that my lover would do when he dominated me was to wrap his hand around my neck. He would lightly squeeze on my neck. It was that feeling of weakness that I enjoyed. I didn't realize that it would cause my demise. The best within my lover wrapped his manly digits around my fragile neck. I felt the slight squeezing sensation like every other encounter. He stared at me. I saw the twinkle of delight from the faces I was making. My power-hungry lover was consumed by my weakness. However, he continued to squeeze the life out of me. My freed hands grabbed onto his wrist trying to pull his hand off my neck. He applied his body wrist on his grasp. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I looked at the full moon. It was the spotlight for the tragedy that was occurring. My body was stiffening as I tried to gather all my strength to get him off my dying body. His dick had plunged deep inside of me to hold me down. Like the rest of my body, my pussy had tightened up in resistance. But it only provoked a more perverted sensation in my lover. As the moon's light faded to black, my lover hollowed again. He had conquered me. I had been hunted. The muscles slowly relaxed. My body slowly stopped functioning. He continued to indulge in my body as any necrophiliac would. My body temperature would drop. My rosy healthy skin color would become cold. My lifeless body was the icing on his cake. He hurried to come inside of me some more, filling me with some consider the juices of life. It would be the last full moon I would ever get to see.