In the silvery glow of a full moon over the ancient forests of British Columbia, Elias wandered, his mind a vessel of unspoken power. He was no ordinary traveler; born with the gift of mind control, he could bend wills with a mere thought. Tonight, his path crossed with Serena, a wandering artist whose curvaceous form and luminous skin drew him like a moth to flame. She was in her mid-twenties, exploring the wilderness for inspiration, unaware of the desires about to awaken within her.
Serena’s body was a masterpiece: slender yet voluptuous, with full, firm breasts topped by pale pink areolas, her skin silky and fine. Her nether lips were plump and tender, guarding a tight, warm passage that promised untold pleasures. Elias spotted her by a moonlit lake, sketching the night sky. With a focused gaze, he whispered into her mind, ‘Come to me, feel the pull of destiny.’
Her eyes glazed over slightly as the command took hold. She approached, her heart racing not from fear but an implanted curiosity. ‘Who are you?’ she murmured, her voice husky under the moon’s caress.
‘Your master for this night,’ Elias replied, his voice a velvet command. He led her to a secluded cabin nearby, the air thick with the scent of pine and impending passion. Inside, by the flickering candlelight that mimicked moonlight, he began the first seduction.
He commanded her mind: ‘Undress slowly, feel every fiber ignite your skin.’ Serena obeyed, her fingers trembling as she peeled away her clothes, revealing her exquisite form. The visual feast was intoxicating—her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hardening in the cool air. Elias approached, his touch electric. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the shallow pink areolas, feeling the firm flesh yield softly.
Their lips met in a kiss that tasted of sweet forbidden fruit, her mouth salty-sweet from the night’s exertions. He trailed kisses down her neck, inhaling her natural musk mixed with the faint floral scent of her skin. His hands explored lower, fingers parting her plump labia, finding her clit swollen and eager. She gasped, a soft moan escaping, as he rubbed gently, her wetness coating his fingers with a slick, warm essence.
Elias’s cock stirred, growing rigid, veins pulsing along its length, the purple-red head glistening with pre-cum. ‘Kneel and taste me,’ he commanded mentally. Serena dropped, her tongue lapping at the salty pre-cum, the flavor mingling with her saliva. She sucked eagerly, the wet slurping sounds filling the room, her cheeks hollowing with suction.
He pulled her up, positioning her on the bed for their first union. From behind, he aligned his throbbing shaft with her entrance. ‘Feel me enter you, slowly, inescapably,’ he whispered into her mind. The insertion was deliberate: his swollen head parted her tender labia, sliding into the tight, wet heat. Inch by inch, he was swallowed, her inner walls gripping like velvet vice, folds caressing every ridge.
The rhythm built—slow thrusts at first, the slap of flesh echoing, her moans rising in pitch. He felt her cervix brush his tip with each deep plunge, a profound fusion as if entering her very core. Her scent intensified, a heady mix of arousal and sweat.
As climax neared, her breathing quickened, vaginal walls fluttering in prelude. Love juices flowed copiously, slicking their union. At the peak, her body convulsed, muscles tensing in waves, her passage contracting fiercely like a fist around him, squirting fluids in hot spurts. She screamed, a guttural cry, as ecstasy ripped through her, leaving her trembling. In the afterglow, her walls pulsed gently, their mingled essences warm and sticky, a soul-deep satisfaction binding them.
They lay entwined, but Elias’s control stirred again. ‘Rise, my pet, ride me now.’ In the second act, facing him on the bed, Serena straddled, her full breasts bouncing as she lowered onto his erect cock. The entry was swift, her tight channel enveloping him fully, inner folds massaging with each rock of her hips.
Dialogue flowed under his influence: ‘Tell me how it feels,’ he commanded. ‘So full, master… your cock hits so deep, stirring my womb,’ she gasped, her voice breathy. The pace varied—slow grinds to frantic bucks, the wet smacks and her panting filling the air. Scents of musk and cum blended, intoxicating.
High tide approached: her breaths ragged, clit throbbing against him, walls spasming lightly. Then eruption—shudders wracking her frame, fierce contractions milking him, a gush of nectar, her wail piercing the night. Post-climax, gentle throbs lingered, their bodies slick with sweat, a harmonious pulse in her depths.
Desire unquenched, they moved to the bathroom for a steamy shower. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting ethereal patterns on their wet skin. ‘Press against the wall, yield to me,’ Elias ordered mentally. In the third encounter, from behind under the cascading water, he entered her again.
Water droplets traced her curves visually, enhancing the tactile slipperiness. His hands gripped her hips, thrusting into her saturated warmth. The sounds were amplified—splashing water, fleshy impacts, her whimpers. Tastes mingled as he kissed her shoulder, salty from sweat and water.
Rhythm escalated: teasing withdrawals to powerful slams, his cock delving to her cervix, a transcendent merge. Smells of soap and arousal permeated. Her prelude built—quickened gasps, increasing lubrication. Peak hit: violent tremors, vaginal grip like iron, explosive release with cries, fluids mixing with water. After, soothing pulses, warmth enveloping them in blissful union.
Exhausted yet enthralled, they returned to the bed for a fourth intimacy. In missionary position, Elias above, he commanded, ‘Open fully, feel our souls entwine.’ Gentle at first, then fervent, each thrust a deep invasion, her labia hugging him, clit grinding against his base.
Sensory details overwhelmed: visual of her breasts jiggling, touch of her heat clenching, sounds of unified moans, scents of mingled essences, tastes from passionate kisses. High climax unfolded meticulously—preludes of spasms, peak of quakes and contractions,余韵 of tender throbs.
Finally, in the living room on the soft rug, a fifth union in standing position, her back against the wall. ‘Surrender completely,’ he willed. Rapid, passionate thrusts led to another shattering orgasm, senses ablaze.
As dawn approached, Elias released his hold, leaving Serena with memories of consensual fantasy. She smiled, knowing the night’s dominion was but a dream woven in moonlight.
