A Gypsy Dream

             Shadow Dagger: Episode 2 

Arrrghh..damn she thought her head pounding, she struggled to open her eyes, and found nothing, at first she thought that she must had somehow gone blind. There was nothing but darkness, the pitchess of black surrounding her. Kat felt her face touch her eyelids, they were indeed open but as to being blind she peered around her new surroundings. Somewhere high above were a couple of beams of light crawling through cracks in what seemed like rock or stone. She assumed she was in some kind of cave or cavern, dungeon perhaps she thought with a shutter. Then as if to answer her she heard a voice, or what she thought of was a voice, a woman’s voice. It was soft almost nonexistent at first. Softer then a whisper, yet it oddly resonated in her head with a clarity as if the person or thing that spoke it were right next to her. She couldn’t see shit, except for the few splinters of light that the cavern seemingly consumed into it’s blackness. She picked herself halfway up crawling along the cave floor, she felt around, one hand sweeping the air in front of her the other grabbing at the dirt and gravel beneath her. Finally she decided to pick herself, there wasn’t much sense in staying on the ground. For the first time since she came to she became aware of just how cold she was, she felt for her jacket to draw closer to her body, and none was there. In fact nothing was there, no jacket, no shirt, nothing, she was completely naked. What the fuck she thought, touching her bare skin. “Whoever’s there, what the fuck’s going on here?” she yelled, no response was given. “Okay, what do you want at least…say something” she looked around listening desperately, but nothing came. Okay she thought she was blind, at least temporarily whether by the darkness or by her very eyes she knew not yet, but she guided herself through the dark maze, she was doing okay, for the first couple of steps until she found herself stumbling downward, tripping on something, she thought must be a rock. The sharp pain of the rocks and the hard surface of the cavern scraped against her flesh tearing into her flesh. “FUCK!!!”she sputtered as she lay on the cavern floor, covered in dust and her legs and arms screaming in pain from the fall. Blood trickled down her legs, where her legs made impact. She didn’t think that anything had been broken but still hurt like a sonnofabitch. Kat began to lift herself up again, when the voice came again, sweet and growing, it was louder almost she thought almost within reach. She grasped around her, feeling for anything, anything that she could possibly use for a weapon. After a few handfuls of dirt, and crumbling pebbles, she found it, it had a blade, she thought, she felt the edge carefully, it was metal and it curved, but before she could grab it lifted away, she reached grabbing air dirt, everything trying to find it again. Swiftly almost instantly she felt the pain as it stabbed into her index finger, slicing into her. “Damn,” Kat sputtered as she began to hear laughter, it was right next to her, the damn bitch cut her she thought, yet the pain that jutted through her moments before had left her as she fealt her hand be gently grasped. “Mmmm.. hello there,” the voice echoed throughout the cavern, and sent shivers down her, it definitely was a ladies voice, she thought. Whatever it was she thought it’s beautiful, what no wait what the fuck am I talking about, she didn’t now all she could think of was how that voice seemed to feel her seemed to be touching her, feeling her. It made no sense she knew it, yet it mad perfect sense. It grabbed her hand her finger dripping drops of crimson, yet it’s brillant color was undescernable in this blackness, gently ever so gently it began to suck, whatever, whoever it was that was cloaked in the darkness had begun to suck the blood from her finger tip. She knew she had to resist, needed to but she couldn’t, it was as if she had lost control of her body, everything was entranced by this creature in the dark. She tried once more with all her might to pull back, but then, then she “Oh God, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned it wrapped it’s tongue around her finger drawing ever so gently on her, sucking and licking, as if drinking sweet nector. All Kat could think about was how good it felt, how wet it was making her. Her hips began to grind against the cave floor beneath her. She wanted it, wanted to fuck whatever monster that was taking her blood, making her feel so good, better then she had ever felt, by someones touch. Then without hesitation, without warning, her climax so close she could taste it, her hand dropped and it was gone. “What..wait, no wait, who, what are you?” Kat moaned still grinding herself against the rock floor. It began to laugh, it was distant now. It began to laugh a sweet but dangerous laugh if Kathren had ever heard one, “but my goddess, I am but a servent, a willing, eager servent,” the voice rang in her head, so sweet, I want her, she thought. Arms grasped around her body wrapping around her, the smell of the thing in the dark made her feel intoxicated. Lips brushed against her cheek, “my dear Katherine, I have been waiting for you for so long,” the wetness the creature’s lips, the soft texture of them full on her skin made her shutter and if the thing, the woman in the darkness hadn’t been holding her up she would’ve surely fell to the ground. It exhaled, the breath warm and sweet brushed against her neck, the hairs on her neck standing at attention. “But alas goddess, you must go, I will see you soon though.” The grasp around her left the sweet smell of her weakened, until nothing but the dampness the dew of the cave was left. She looked around, panicked, she needed her, desperation took her deep, she got to her feet and began searching through the darkness, trying to sift through the black with her fingertips. She had lost her, tears began to well in her eyes, no she needed it she needed her, she didn’t know if the creature was human or if it was some demented nightmare with a beautiful voice, all she knew was she had to find it, she craved it. In her mid though she imagined, know she thought she knew what the creature looked liked, right down to the black cloak it wore to try to keep her camouflaged amongst the darkness. She was exquisite, she looked around lost, hungry for her stumbling, when she was stopped by a glint towards the middle of the cave. She strained her eyes and started to walk towards it. The light from it radiated, the brilliant glow of it began to pull her draw her, it gleamed, seemingly unreal in the pitch of the cave, it screamed at her to come forth. As she grew closer and closer to the alien object, it began to pulse, the light growing, pulsating like a heart beating harder as she drew near. The cave became like a black and white painting with the light spilling in beats across it’s interior. Almost seemingly moving around her, she felt as if swallowed by some carnivorous worms and now she lie in the bouls of the beast. When she reached it, it was no surprise, it was almost expected she thought, as if she knew all along what had been lying there calling her, it was the dagger the creature had used to begin their little meeting. She reached cautiously, slowly towards the brilliant shimmering artifact, the weapon gleaming in the darkness. Slitted her eyes barely able to open against the brightness projected light. Shaking her hands touched it, the metal was bitterly cold almost like trying to pickup an icicle freshly fallen; She clutched it, feeling every notch of the carving with her fingers, tracing them with her fingertips. The metal began to warm itself, it now felt as if it were radiating heat. Everytime her fingers stoke the metal in it’s metallic brilliance it grew brighter and brighter. The cave was glowing now, basquing in the white of the light. She closed her eyes, it felt so good to her, everything about the dagger reminded her of the cloaked woman the image plaging her mind. She was entranced by the sensuality of it every curve, every notch relating to some part of the cloaked womans body in her mind it was her, it was the creature in the night. Fingers traced pressing ever harder against te metal, the odd shaped dagger silver with it’s s-shaped blade, double edged, and deadly. Yet it didn’t feel deadly it felt…good, so fucking good. Standing in the brilliant light fixated on the object grasped in her hands she stood taken, as it pulse and pulsed, she too pulsed and pulsed, down where she had that undeniable urge, the wanting of a mad woman, the craving of a hungry animal. She needed it so bad, needed release. Her fingers traced the metal everything seemed to soak into her, merge with her flesh, she could feel her heart beating with the beacon of the light strobing throughout the cavern. Her body felt it, felt every strobe of light, felt every trace of her fingertips, everything felt so good, so sensual. Her mind polluted with the image of the woman in the darkness, the one that called her goddess, touching her trailing her flesh with her delicious fingers. She burned for her, every part of her was engulfed on fire with desire and lust for the women in the darkness. She held the dagger close, moving it against her chest, rubbing it ever so carefully between her breasts. One of her hands slid from the dagger downward where the ache was maddening, she needed it, she thought. She began to stroke herself. The metal, the warmth of it moved against her skin to the stroking hand on her clit. Her fingers were wet with her juice, her thighs were soaked, she had never been this turned on she thought, stroking her delectible clit. It throbbed intensly it needed this, needed the dagger, needed the woman in the darkness. She felt drunk, polluted, yet didn’t give a shit, she thought, fuck it, fuck me, “FUCK ME!”, she screamed, echoing throughout the cavern resonating as if a thousand women were screaming, coming at once. She fell to the ground, her body jutting in the dimming light the pulsating of the dagger coinciding with her pulsating orgasm. She felt electrocuted, as brilliant sparks flashed and swarmed behind her shut eyes. Katherine’s body arched and moved with each shock, each explosion that went coursing through her body, she had never felt so good, she fell to the ground her body drained, every once of her felt melted, limp and an overwhelming urged to sleep began to choke her senses, she curled into a ball, still moaning and writhing on the cave floor, the dagger safely and creedily clutched in her desperate hands. It swarmed again the light now gone from the dagger, all but the slightest flicker shown own it’s metallic surface, darkness drew closer and closer until it consumed her and swallowed her once more as she closed her eyes succoming to it, joining it, everything was okay after all, as long as she had it, as long as she had the dagger.

Bitter cold swept through her body, she shuttered as she opened her eyes her head bursting with pain, her body aching as if she had gotten the living shit kicked out of her, she thought. She parted her eyes, at first not wanting to open to follow the bodily commands, and with a slight delay they opened. She was back in the dank, dark horror scene of the apartment again. Somewhere inside of her knew this before she even open her eyes, or full came too for that matter. It was that smell, that musty stale putrid smell of death, whiskey, and cigarettes. For the first time she noticed the hand clutching her shoulder, the man in the uniform peering at her in a concerned demeaner. Yet there was also something else, he looked at her but more towards the lower half of her body that drew his attention at the moment. Her body lay on the floor her right hand had been clutched to her chest, her other hand on the other hand was well she guessed what had gotten the male cops attention. It gripped her mound still her fingers wet from her come, she must had passed out she thought. It was all some damn vivid sex dream, fuck, and aren’t we lucky she thought, to be saved by the Amsterdam P.D., fuck she thought, withdrawing her hand quickly, the cop now smirking, still looking a little concerned but she saw the solidness of the forming hard on in his tight uniform pants.

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