Moira.

Lady in the Lake

He was just walking around the forest. Haunted by stories, labeled dangerous. He was all reckless.

Reckless sex, Reckless Travel... even today.

As cliche must this sound... but he was walking, wandering around when he heard the splashing of water. Out of his curiosity he took several steps towards the sound. He didn't know there was a lake and to think that he haven't thought of the dangers that lurks around the corner was damn stupid. He was half expecting fishes flying majestically or a naked woman bathing under the full moon but what he saw was much to comprehend.

There in the lake was a body, quartered, bloody and all gore. The head was missing and blood was on its own set of trail towards the waters. Right then he stopped on his tracks and ducked down the bushes, trying to hide himself in case the suspect was still around. And he was right!

He saw something out of the shadows and as if in its own majestic trance, the figure came to be a very well formed body and face of a very beautiful woman. Buxom breasts; handful, child bearing hips and wild red hair that flowed past her shoulders and pooled under her feet. He was awestruck that he wasn't aware of his emerging from the hideout. Dreams do come true and to think that he was given a blessing in silver platter was more than he can handle.

He was taking big steps towards the goddess of a woman when a snap of twig broke his senses and he was transfixed once again to the bloody mess on the grassy plane. He gasped for air. But unknown to him was the feel of the woman's breasts against his chest and her arms vine-like to his neck.

"Are you lost, stranger?"

Heady aromatic flowers and musk engulfed his nostrils and the soft caressing tone of her voice a melody to his ears. He brought his head to stare at her and for a moment's forgetfulness he was drawn to the silver eyes that reflected the gloss from the uneasy water of the lake. Moonlight cascaded the long red hair giving off an ethereal glow and her smile was vivacious and seducing.

No words can describe her beauty.

But how about the body..?

Suddenly, as if his hands have a mind of their own. The palm of his hands came in contact with the soft cheek. Her skin was pliable and soft and when his mind didn't give him permission, his heart did a leap. He kissed the woman in his passion. He bathe her with his lips, devouring, seeking entrance and alas he came and their tongues mingled in rhythm he didn't know existed.

His hands had a mind of their own and they ended up cupping the supple breasts and he gave out a groan and took liberties of burying his face on the soft trench in between two opposing mountains that bounces as he toyed with them with his heated kisses and torrid suckling.

He was dazed. Filled with heady emotion evoked from the strange woman. He felt the curves. Trailed his hands from the curve of her back and the inclining peak of her rear.

She elicited a soft gasp and it was what it took for him to cradle the soft thigh against his own and pulled her toward his now throbbing member. He wanted the feel of her, the very being of her that in his maneuver he settled her down. The grass becoming the mattresses to serve as her cushions.

He was all hot for her and his hands everywhere. But the moment his hands sought the inner thighs there was a guttural cry and he was well aware that it was he caused it to her. His fingers splayed over the soft mound and under the triangle of hair. Needless to say, he was seduced and captivated by the woman. She became his pirate and him, her slave ready to serve and give his own and utter dominion whenever she like.