A woman's view of hunting…with men
guns, dogs and birds
Thunderstorm
Lightning flashes across the night sky
Turning darkness into light
Thunder rumbles deep and long
Shaking the ground like an earthquake.
Stiff winds howl through the trees
Branches whipping back and forth
Driving rain pelting the earth
Tiny puddles growing into pools.
Creatures burrow deeper
In their shelters seeking refuge
Grass and tender plants laid flat
From the onslaught of the storm.
Part 3, the final segment.
Camilla grabbed the hair on his head and pulled it hard back away from her. The man jerked his head up and raised his hand to slap her, but stopped in mid swing looking into her face. He felt a sudden unease growing in the pit of his stomach. Something wasn’t right, he started to realize that the woman showed no fear. Before his caution and judgment was clouded by his hunger and lust, but now he could see with clarity that he might have the disadvantage here. He tried to get up off her, but she held his arms tightly with a surprising strength for such a small woman.
Camilla let go of his left arm and swung her hand hard slapping him hard across his face. His head snapped back from the force of her blow. Totally off balance the man rolled over to the right falling off the bed. He started to get to his feet trying to decide whether to fight or flee. Something wasn’t right, the woman should have been scared, he had broken in her home and raped her, but she wasn’t acting scared at all. No she was behaving differently. She seemed to have enjoyed the rape and was now the aggressor. This woman was crazy, the man decided that fleeing was the better option. But Camilla wasn’t ready for the intruder to leave yet. She hadn’t felt so sated in decades and wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.
She leapt off the bed, rounded the foot of the bed and was on the man before he could stand straight up knocking them both to the floor. The man lying face down on the bottom of the pile shifted his shoulder and rolled on to his back. Camilla hung on shifting her grip so that she was on top of the man facing him. The man looked up at Camilla and saw something strange in her eyes. Definitely not fear, no more like hunger. She was now the one in control and the man didn’t like that one bit. He tried to push her off of him, but she was too strong. This wasn’t right, she was a small woman, the same size that he was used to throwing around. Camilla leaned down over the man’s face, her eyes smiling, her lips parted slightly as if she was going to kiss him. She hovered over his lips for a long moment, then angled her head to the left and dropped her head to his neck long fangs bared. Camilla drank hungrily from the man’s throat, draining him of all blood.
Standing over the corpse, Camilla looked down and felt totally satisfied. The storm, the stranger, sex and dinner, the first time in more than ten years, Camilla had known such pleasure. It had been a perfect evening after all.
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Part 2 of The Storm – I hope you enjoy it.
Camilla turned and walked out of the kitchen, head cocked slightly, listening carefully to catch any sound of the intruder. Lightning streaked across the sky and before the crash of thunder ended, the power went out in the house, plunging Camilla into darkness. With the darkness, Camilla could not follow the muddy footprints to the hiding spot of the intruder. The intruder was now at a disadvantage, he could no longer see her and was unfamiliar with the layout of the house, while Camilla was quite at ease in the dark and knew every nook and cranny of her beloved home.
She heard a sound coming from upstairs in one of the bedrooms. Slowly Camilla started up the stairs in search of the source of the sound. She stopped at the doorway of the first guest bedroom listening carefully and looking for any sign of movement. No one was in the room, so she moved on to the next bedroom. No one was hiding in that one either and Camilla moved on to the master bedroom.
Walking into the master bedroom Camilla sensed a presence there with her. She moved to the center of the room and turned slowly around full circle in search of the intruder. Standing next to the bed was the dark form of a man. She stood stock still for a moment, deciding whether to stay and face the intruder or flee. Camilla moved deliberately and slowly closer to the intruder and the danger of the unknown.
As Camilla closed the gap, the man moved to meet her at the foot of the bed. He closed his arms around her hugging her tightly, close to his body. He turned lifting her body and laid her on the bed. Lowering his body on top of her, he looked into her eyes. There was no fear in her eyes, in fact she met his gaze with a hungry look in her eyes.
Without any words between them, the man unbuttoned her blouse slowly caressing her skin as he pushed the button through the buttonhole. Moving downward he unbuttoned Camilla’s slacks, unzipped them and slid them down over her hips slowly, his hands lingering at the small of her back. As he pulled he slacks down past her knees, Camilla sat up toward him pulling him back down on top of her. The man positioned himself above her and moved in thrusting deep inside her. Camilla met his thrusts and moved with him slowly at first, together they moved faster and faster. Camilla moaned a long low moan and clutched the man tightly to her as she rose to a climax. The man spent, relaxed against her and closed his eyes. Camilla laid beneath the man satisfied for the first time in a long time. It was too bad it had to end so soon. Camilla pushed at the man trying to move him off her, but he just laid there breathing heavy.
Part 3 the final segment will post on Thursday. Please come back and read how it turns out,
A woman's view of hunting...with men 