early morn…quiet breaths from two, laying protected & warm by linen covers.
hark! something stirs, dark, evil, lurking.
a shadow moves across the room, steps up to that bed.
the male his back turned to his betrothed, the betrothed on her stomach, both in slumber perfect.
but this shadow is here.
the weight of the stranger’s body on the bed does not disturb them. he doesn’t notice her flowing tendrils of hair, nor her soft skin, her sweet exhale, her warm flesh, her plain slip or her lack or her nakedness beneath.
he forces her legs apart roughly as he mounts her from behind. with ease he penetrates that sweet subtle core.
there’s no fight, no noise, it’s barely audible the wanting, the lust.
she dreams on, she mutters under her breath, she pants. her toes curl.
he plunges harder & more forcefully. he is quick to end his need.
the shadow is not far from the light now, his troughs are no longer, his peak is approaching. he is dark, strange, & harsh yet his softness is pure in the coming moment.
the movement, the flow, the heave of his pulses are thick in his muscular shaft…he felt strong, he felt that he could pass through this moment without a care,’ just do it!‘, he said. alas, he has to bite his wrist hard, to the point of blood tears, just to keep his husky hard breath & harsh heavy noises at bay.
she still sleeps but she moans, she’s wet…she drips.
they are quiet, the room is still & dull, but, the shadow, the stranger, slinks away with ease.
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(challenge for dark cabaret group)