Someone asked me to write something a little special for them. Might be too much for some. You’ve been warned.

Slowly…you awaken to total darkness. Unsure if your eyes are truly open, until a candle slowly flickers to light. One at first, then another, and another, and another. Each lit by a silhouetted figure slowly walking around the room, but you can barely see with the fog of sleep still heavy on your eyelids. The room is not small, but hardly large from what you can tell, and no door is in sight. You are standing somehow, still a little asleep, but you can feel warm stone beneath your feet. You begin to realize that your wrists are cold and achy, but you cannot move them. You manage to look up and see shackles on them, not painfully tight but you are certainly not going anywhere. Not soon anyway…

You recall your last vivid memory, a night of passion with your lover, but you cannot remember their face. Only you saying, “I wish you could just take me away…”, and a voice responding with “But for what?” You slowly remember yourself saying “Anything…” as you fade into darkness once more.

Back in the candlelit room, you snap back into reality as all the fine hairs on the back of your neck snap into place like a bed of nails. The air feels electric, but also hot and hungry as you feel a sense of bloodlust like the pulse of some great beast. At that, you feel a boiling hot breath on your neck accompanied by a low, guttural growl…

No sooner than does the first inkling of fear light upon you, does a ferocious ripping sound begin as well. Your clothes are being shredded from behind, and you squirm as you might, but nothing helps… the scraps litter the floor as a small testament to your absolute vulnerability. You take a moment to contemplate what in the hell is happening and why. How did you get here? Who is doing this?

Suddenly, a firm hand grasps your neck from behind. Your vision dulls just the slightest and your breathing is difficult and erratic.
Sharp.
Something scrapes behind your right ear, unsure if it’s a nail, a claw, or even a small blade… Nonetheless, you the back of your ear is now hot and wet as the instrument slowly licks the soft flesh, caressing down around to the nape of your neck. Here you realize it must be claws or nails, as the full hand now skates down your back leaving tiny streams of hot essence running down you, to your leg, down to your toes. You shiver, and a slight squish between your toes and a glance down to confirm what you already know… and yes rivulets of blood are just barely licking your skin.

Warm… wet… different, yet familiar. Is it…? Yes, a tongue is on the back of your neck now, little lap by little lap picking up a tiny bit of blood… Suddenly a great bite down and you are even more helpless, like a kitten disciplined by its mother. The hand around your neck tightens, and another hand grasps your buttocks, one fingernail noticeably sharper than the rest, nearly digging into your thigh.

The hand on your neck loosens, as does the other. Finally, the maw on your neck disappears… Only to strike right at the small of your back, where your cheeks split. The hands reaching out in front between your legs. An almost gentle touch right where your heightened sensitivity is greatest, then the hands softly rake upwards to your breasts while the bite transitions into an almost sadistic lick up your spine… suddenly the figure whirls around, in front of you.

You can just barely make out the appearance of your lover in the dim light. their eyes look different. Hungrier than they ever have been before, and with absolute ferocity behind them. Glyphs you do not recognize adorn the occasional patch of flesh on their naked body. As you notice them, they begin to use the blood on their finger to draw a similar one on your forehead. As soon as they finish, the hand grasps your face and parts your lips. This is no kiss you have ever had before. You taste iron and perspiration and fear, all stolen from you; as well as a delicate, sweet note that you passionately remember belonging to your lover and an overwhelming heat blazing through your senses.

During this kiss you feel the hand not grasping your face slowly path from nipple to nipple, half caress half squeezing those gentle founts of sensitivity, as the knot below your stomach tightens and you feel like you are boiling inside now too, and the wetness is no longer just perspiration while the blood is already clotting. No, you feel like you’re burning from within, a restlessness inside you aching to break free or be forcefully taken.

The kiss finishes with a steaming flourish, your tongue enraptured, and a drop of desire falling from the tip alights on one pulsing nipple in crimson glory. Steam erupting from you with every breath. The hand that traced your bosom now traces down between your legs once more, as its owner presses their head into your neck once again…

Simultaneously, you feel your neck give in a little as the teeth wrap around your vital spots and the knot in your pelvis explodes as the hand there reaches inside you and begins massaging right on the knot. You can barely contain yourself, little moans and yips escape your stressed airway with every pulse of the fingers inside you and flick of the tongue on your neck between the ivory daggers locking it in place.

“Please…”

“Pleeeease….”

You don’t know how you manage to make the sounds, or why you did. Your thoughts are on fire, your senses electrified everywhere.

“Did you say something, dear prey?”
–“Pleaaaase….”
“Please what? Let you go?”
–“I… I ca—I can’t take any more…” You whisper, in between moans, whines, and heavy breathing.
“You do not get a choice in that matter.”
Then, with a sadistic, gleeful grin your lover pulls away from you, and out of you. You feel as relieved as well as crave more of this carnal attention.

Suddenly the candlelight flickers, as your lover retreats out of your vision. Only to return with a small table. Effortlessly, you are picked up and laid on it, your hands still locked and pulled upward, but the rest of your body sighs in relief to lay upon the cool marble. However, the relief is short lived, as new implements are quickly noticed by your change of perspective. Two more shackles dangle from above…

One by one your legs are now suspended from above and spread apart. Your back feeling slightly wet as the table has reopened the scratches from earlier, and your appendages already start to resist this new position. Your muscles scream out at you, but you silence them with a haze of lustful appreciation and anticipation. Soon. Soon this will all be over.

You close your eyes for a moment, and the terrifyingly strong hands now grip your torso, and something presses against your inner thighs… the knot in your lower body flares back to life as if a volcano prepared to unleash its titanic might. Now the hands retreat to your most vulnerable, dripping, beckoning place. They are not there to work directly, no something (moan) else… (squirm) is breaking its way inside of you. You aren’t sure if (gasping breath) you can handle it…

As it begins to thrust into you, back and forth… you try and look down to your lover. You manage to crack a smile before the hands are in their final locations. One near your stomach, pulling you farther onto them with every pulsating thrust. The other hand fully around your neck one last time… You can barely breathe or swallow the saliva running out of the corner of your mouth. The only sounds you can make are pitiful moans as the knot inside you begins to rupture… The hand on your neck grips ever tighter, keeping pace with the knot…
THRUST
The heat inside you is unbearable…
THRUST
The tension just about at the breaking point…
THRUST
Your toes curl, wherever they are…
THRUST
Darkness is encroaching on the corner of your eyes…
THRUST
Your entire body is wet and on fire…
THRUST
You can’t contain…
THRUST
Yourself…
THRUST
Any…
THRUST
Mo–…. And with that, the knot rips apart…
THRUST
Your body begins to go limp as you feel a boiling pool form inside you…
Your vision darkens further, as something pulls out and away from you….
Drip… drip… drip… You feel liquid leaking out of you… drip… drip…
As the light fades away… drip… all you can hear is that slow, soft drip…
The shackles holding you up release you. Your body no longer responding to your thoughts, your arms and legs fall down to the side. The hand on your neck gives one last, crushing grip.

Your thoughts fade entirely, and you no longer feel your body.

Moments later, you wake up on your bed, your lovers arm wrapped around you. Its 3:25 a.m., and they are dead asleep. Your whole body is soaked, your pajamas damp. You feel disoriented, but comforted it was all a dream, and glad your lover is here to hold you. Finally, you go to push your slightly sweaty hair out of your face and behind your ear.

Ouch!

You accidently scratched something… a fresh scab behind your… ear?

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/938sz7/someone_asked_me_to_write_something_a_little