The Traveler and The Sleeping Wife; An instant in eroticism

The Traveler returned to his home.

He played with her wind. He took her earth. He fed her flame. He danced with her water. And now, when he touched his wife’s cheek, it was no longer cold. Her body held life, her body held energy, though she was asleep.

The Traveler abandoned his cloak, and slowly climbed into bed with his wife, and he pressed his lips to her breast. Though she did not make noise, he felt her stir. He ran his lips all up and down her body. He pressed his lips between her legs, to her pussy, and tasted her sexuality and felt heat, warmth, wetness. He heard a small moan pull itself from her sleeping lips, before he slowly climbed atop her body.

Grabbing his hard cock, he slowly slipped it between the lips of her pussy and began to push into her. Though she slept, as he began to make love to her, her eyes fluttered. As he thrust into her, Her pussy clenched around him and her whole body come to life. As he lifted her legs and began to drive himself deep into her, her body thrust back against his.

Even as she slept, she knew the body of her husband, yearning for his flesh and desire. She ground hard against him, body beckoning him for more. He gave her body what it wished for, thrusting deeper, harder, faster into her as his cock throbbed and pulsed, shuddering, coming ever closer to release.

And as he let out a cry, as he felt himself fill his wife’s body, he felt nails in his back and her chest pressed against hers’ as she screamed in orgasm, shattering the magic sleep which seperated them for so long.


Salamander; An instant in eroticism

Wrapped in the skintone of those kissed by the sun, The Traveler found her resting at an oasis.

She grinned, slipping her arms around his body and pressing her lips to his without a hint of hesitation, a fire burning bright in her eyes. “Feed me,” she whispered into his ear before thrusting him down onto the soft grass.

She was not gentle. The Traveler was not gentle either. Her nails clawed at his flesh and left dark trails of scarlet, her lips ripped the breath from his chest. He rolled her onto her back and she only growled in delight, sinking her teeth into his neck. Pain and pleasure arched through his body as she rolled him back over, pinning him and sinking his flesh deep into her body.

She ground hard against him, driving him deeper into her without any mercy. She didn’t care for foreplay. She only wanted to consume him, to burn him in her desire. Growling, she slapped him hard on the face to awaken him from his surprise.

Without warning, the Traveler slammed his body up into hers’, ripping a cry from her lips as he began to thrust upwards into her with the same violence and fire she rode him with. When his body began to pulse, his desire began to peak, her lips crashed against his, wrapping him in heat, wrapping him in desire as he filled her flesh with his desire.

She did not stop. She wouldn’t stop grinding, she didn’t stop riding him. She was still hungry, and the Traveler understood; she didn’t forget foreplay. Sex itself was her foreplay! She was still getting warmed up.

For three full days, the Traveler made love to flame.

Gnome; An instant of eroticism

Wrapped in the red dirt of nature, The Traveler met her deep in the mountains.

She smiled at him, drawing him closer with a motion of her hand.  “Take me,” she said, letting her voice fill the mountain range.

When he reached her, she grasped him, pushing him down onto the hard ground.  He wrestled with her, pushing and pulling, before being thrown hard onto the ground.  She smiled, amused, her curvy form cocked in challenge.

He would have to overcome her if he wanted to take her.

Standing, he grasped her.  His movements were rough, forceful, strong.  She struggled, her body resisting and demanding to be let go, but her eyes and mind wanting his strength, for him to overcome the hands that pushed and the legs that held away.

He pushed a kiss onto her lips forcefully, almost violently.  She tried to pull away but his hand held onto her back as he dipped her like a dancer, stole her dance.  He pushed all of his will and desire into that kiss.

Her strong body’s tense muscles squirmed and shook under his desire, under his willpower to hold her.

Slowly, she melted into him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and sucking his into her mouth, her stone will shifting into sand as she pulled him on top of her, pulled him into her, gripping his ass and pulling his flesh into her body with hard, violent, strong thrusts.

That day and night, The Traveler made love to the earth.

Sylph; An instant of eroticism

Clad only in blustering wind, the Traveler found her in the canyon at the end of the world.

When their eyes met, she gave a girlish smile, inviting him closer.  “Dance with me,” she said, her sweet voice tickling the air all around.

Together they danced without a shred of cloth to seperate them, teasing, flirting, their bodies coming ever closer and apart with the whim of the wind.  The gale brought them closer, the gale broke them apart.

His fingers traced her shoulder, her hip, her thigh and her breast as they danced wildly.  Each time their steps were different, chaotic.  His leg slid between hers ad his hand touched her back, but did not hold her from breaking away, and so she did not break away.

Her hand touched his thigh, her lips touched his neck, his nails dug into her back, and a soft, warm sound escaped her throat to be caught in the tempest that engulfed them both.

Their bodies no longer pulled away, twisting and whirling into one another, her flesh growing moist as his grew hard.  He pressed his hips to hers, her lips to his, and as she pushed him down they entangled and wrapped eachother.

Even as she slipped his flesh into her form, as she let out a rapturous cry and he rolled over onto her, they danced all through the night under the shining moon.

That day and night, the Traveler made love to the wind.

Shaving Around Vampires Is Kinda Tricky; An instant in eroticism

A missed lunge and the wind is ripped from my lungs as you coolly twist me in the air before pressing your heel to my chest.

You always put me in my place.  Whimpering, I look up at the small nick on your cheek.  The crimson life that dribbles out is so appetizing.  I can smell it, smell you in that life, and I want you so bad.

You take notice of my need and glance in the mirror.  “Dammit, I hate shaving,” you mumble.  You grab a bit of toilet paper to wipe the blood, but you stop when I whine.


“No,” you say, your expression showing exasperation… but amusement flickers in your eyes.

“I want it, Master,” I whine, before you roll your eyes.  After a moment you let your heel up.  Jumping up I squeal with delight, wrapping you in a hug that nearly crushes your bones.

Ignoring your protests, I lick the cut… and moan at your taste.  Instantly my body shudders, and I press my lips to your cheek.  You taste like candy and like the finest meat all in one.  Wrapped in your your taste, my knees buckle.

The energy flows through my body and as it runs down between my legs my pussy pulses with life as I begin to suck harder, my nails digging into your back.  I hear you moan quietly.

But a cheek cut doesn’t bleed for long, and my lips pull away and I look into your eyes.  “Please…” ‘fuck me’ are the next words, but I’m too shy to say them out loud.

You look down at me and smile, patting my head… before getting a fistful of my hair as I squeal joyously.

Night Queen; An instant in eroticism

Wrap my in your scent, Night Queen.  Drown me in your kaleidoscope eyes.  Hypnotize me with your curves.  Capture me with your soft touch.

But I wonder, as you push me down and gaze into my eyes, can you take me? Can you take my soul as you’ve taken the souls of hundreds of men?

When I roll you over and pin you down, I have to ask if maybe, just maybe I’ll come out of this alive.  I may burn too hot and too bright for even you to completely eat, Night Queen.

As I penetrate you, sink my flesh into you, you seem surprised as you gasp in pleasure; have all these men, all these centuries merely been food?  Has nobody ever treated you with the passion to be more than rations?  I will.

I’ll make you moan and I’ll make you cry.  I’ll feel those demon’s nails raking my flesh and I’ll tear moans from your body.  I’ll lap up your orgasms and engulf you in my scent, drown you in my almond eyes, hypnotize you with my hard muscles, and capture you with my firm touch.

I am more than a meal to you, Night Queen.  I am a match.

Just A Taste?; An instant of eroticism

She finally cornered him, after twenty minutes of this game of cat and mouse.  He panted, soaked with sweat as she growled, sharp nails ready and fangs bared.

She lunged at him.  She was the perfect hunter, faster and stronger than him by leagues.

She was indeed faster!  But she hit the wall when he sidestepped her lunging grab for his neck, leaving cracks in the plaster.

She was indeed stronger!  But he reversed her movement and pinned her to the wall when she tried to overcome him.

She was indee-


Handcuffed and thrown to the ground.  She growled as the human gave a smug grin.  Her anger-filled snarl faded, and she began to pout.

“Please….?” She asked.

“Not right now, honey, I’m getting ready to head out,” he said, grabbing his coat.

“Pleaaaaase,” she begged pitifully.


“Please,” she whispered desperately.

He paused, looking into her eyes and sighed, tilting his head.  She arose with the energy of a young girl rather than an immortal mistress of the night thrice his age.  “Thank you, Master!” She said before wrapping her arms around him (after shattering her bonds) and sinking her teeth into his neck.

Instantly he let out a moan, and she shuddered with pleasure.  Feeling his lifeblood flow into her body was like drinking an orgasm, and she moaned all the while into his neck while he shared his vital force with her.

After a minute, she pulled back, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead as she smiled.  “Thank you, Master.  See you tonight,” she said as she ground her thighs together, lust-filled from her feeding.

He smiled, feeling light-headed as he headed to the door.  “Love you,” he said before heading out to his car… and deciding it best to call a taxi.