Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
Caitlin's Promise
by Killian
January 5th, 2003
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(Caitlin) --
I watched her as she made her way about her morning business. She moved like a graceful doe with her towels and robes. I clung to the fire that was her soul for all those many moons they kept me in captivity. She saved me from insanity then, as she does now. She is my world. I would die without her in it. I almost did. She wouldn't let me go. Her spirit climbed inside of me long ago, and took root. She is my shining light. She is my compass. She doesn't know it, but she has consistently shown me the way from the first moment I laid eyes on her.
I move to follow her out to the back door of the bathes. She senses me. I watch her body relax as she stops and turns. My hand is up and under her shirt before my mouth claims hers. I pull her into an empty bathing room.
"I will have you, now." I whisper hotly into her ear. "Don't you move," I utter more forcefully as I press her against the wall.
Her towels drop where she stands. I kick them aside. My knife is in my hand. I slide it up under her top. Her breath catches when the cold steel touches skin. My mouth again claims hers while my free hand wraps around her hair, pulling back as I cut through her top.
"Who do you belong to, Killian?" I breathe quietly into her ear. My hand clenches harder in her hair. I hear her whimper. I close my eyes as I feel my core clench. I am gone.
"You, Caitlin. Only you. Always you."
I slip the knife into my other hand, and simply rip off her skirt. My hand is on her heated center, dipping into her sweet nectar as I press my body hard against her, reclaiming her mouth.
I slip two fingers into her and begin a deep pumping. "Who will you always belong to?"
I spin her around, grab her hands and flatten her against the wall.
"You, Caitlin. Only you."
I loosen my hands in her hair as I press her hips with mine. "Stay."
I step back and slip my belt out of its loops. She sucks in air. I am in ecstasy.
I raise the belt and let it forcefully connect with her precious ass.
She grunts with the pain, but otherwise remains still. Again I bring the belt down. She drops her forehead onto the wall, her breath coming in shallow bursts. A third time I strike, catching the welts from the first two.
She cries out. “Caitlin!”
I drop the belt and walk close, finally leaning into her. My hands find her firm curves and I roam, slowly. Her clipped breathing intoxicates me. I bite down on the back of her neck. Such sweet nectar.
I squeeze and mold her nipples until they stand piqued at attention.
I breathe into her ear, “You are my life, Killian. My soul.”
I move down her body, gradually claiming skin as I go.
“You are my life, my Angel. Your ache is my ache. I feel you pulsing through me. Do you feel me, Killian?
I enter her, swirling her sweet nub with my thumb.
Her head drops back onto my shoulder. “Yes,” she utters. “I feel you, Caitlin. I have always felt you.”
I devour her with intense patience, sliding an orgasm out of her, bit by bit.
She keens a call meant only for my ears. Deep. Erotic. Consuming me with her essence.
Finally, she slumps in my arms, having given me her full surrender.
I cradle her to me, carrying her by way of the back stairs up to our room.
She will know peace. If not now, then soon. It is my promise to her. A promise I will spend eternity keeping.
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Fine`
Caitlin
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The End - 'Caitlin's Promise' - by Caitlin (Killian)