Darkest Fantasy

Darkest Fantasy by Molly Diamond

Breathless Press Calgary, Alberta www.breathlesspress.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Darkest Fantasy Copyright© 2010 Molly Diamond ISBN: 978-1-926771-68-7 Cover Artist: Victoria Miller Editor: Mason Lavin All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Breathless Press www.breathlesspress.com

In the middle of the forest, Jonathon discovers an old foundation where strange beings dance. A raven-haired beauty entices him into her arms, and she offers him the choice of enjoying her body or the fortune of his dreams. Is this woman real or merely a figment of his darkest fantasy? The mysterious place remained just as Jonathon remembered. He’d stumbled upon it the night before as he pushed through the woods, camera in hand. Although weeds and briars choked the flower garden, it still bloomed with an incredible array of aroma and color. He studied the crumbling sandstone blocks that had, at one time, shouldered a secluded home. He kept telling himself he was returning to photograph the nesting orioles and not the woman. Last night, in the midst of colorful blooms, a woman stood garbed in a glorious mane of midnight hair. Her voluptuous body, with its two perfect alabaster mounds peaked 1

Darkest Fantasy with pink nipples, had enticed him through the black-as-coal fall of her hair. When he’d stepped out of the trees to speak to her, she was gone. He sat with his back to the rough bark of a tree, and settled down to watch and wait. Later, the sweet melody of stringed instruments and raucous laughter roused Jonathon. Realizing he must’ve dozed off, he rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes. His camera was missing, and darkness blanketed the unfamiliar woods. His half-numb butt tingled, and a stick poked his leg. Jonathon stumbled through the undergrowth, and then burst out into a flower garden alive with dancing nude people. The scent of honeysuckle and spices floated upon the evening breeze. Luminescent globes hovered in midair. His mind reeled at the display of strange winged beings. Jonathon’s gaze came to rest upon the woman he’d seen the evening before. She stood like a living pearlescent statue in the center of a ring of gyrating humanoid creatures. With her long limbs, wondrous breasts, flaring hips, and silken charcoal hair, she looked like a Greek goddess. The woman’s gaze met his, and she stepped out of the dancers who whirled around her. In a daze, Jonathon accepted her proffered hand without hesitation, and followed her along a moss-covered path. They passed the tumultuous circle of nubile bodies, the strange-looking beings laughing and singing to the mysterious music that filled the air. He glanced around the clearing, but didn’t see any instruments. He should be afraid, or at the very least, wary, but he wasn’t. Bulbous-eyed creatures twirled with willowy golden-haired women, their translucent wings protruding from their shapely backs. Glowing orbs moved aside as Jonathon and the beautiful woman walked into the remains of the grand forest home. Fragrant moss and honeysuckle covered the ground and the disintegrating sandstone walls. Melodious laughter mingled with intoxicating harp-like music, and a whippoorwill called somewhere in the night. The woman pulled Jonathon close, her rosy nipples barely brushing his thin T-shirt. Her scent- a curious blend of wild roses and cloves- tantalized him. “Do I frighten you?” she asked. Jonathon’s gaze strayed to her perfect breasts, and he wished he could bury his face between them. Slowly, he pulled his attention up to her face, expecting something luminous- but a salivating, unnamable beast stared back at him with fiery red eyes. 2

Molly Diamond He jerked back and looked again. The woman stood before him in all her glory. “No,” Jonathon lied. He gulped, his pulse racing. What the hell caused me to see a beast? He struggled to calm his turmoil and added, “I’ve got to be dreaming.” “Perhaps,” she replied, amused. The smile that graced her fine features hinted at her wisdom, a wisdom that made Jonathon feel infantile. “But, perhaps this is real after all.” A throaty chuckle escaped her as she pressed her body against his. Desire coursed through him, stifling his inhibitions and replacing them with delirium and the urge to investigate every inch of her pale, vein-marbled skin. He gathered her long, dark tresses covering her breasts and let them drop over her smooth shoulders and down her back. He relished the sexual light burning in her deep-blue eyes and dipped his head to taste the mischievous smile on her lips. Their tongues danced to an inner song—their heartbeats, the bass and their sighs of contentment were the melody. Jonathon drew her against him, molding her curves to the hard planes of his body and relishing the softness and warmth of her breasts pressed against his chest. Somewhere nearby, the odor of a rotting carcass assailed his senses, interrupting his lust. He gagged and pulled away. The woman laughed at Jonathon’s behavior. “Are you certain that I don’t frighten you?” She placed his hand upon one of her round, snowy breasts. “I’m sure,” he answered, looking around uneasily. Did I just hear a weird giggle from the undergrowth, or is it my imagination? Maybe I’m dreaming? “I just get the feeling that...” “That this is all a dream, a hallucination?” she suggested. Jonathon nodded. “I assure you, you are not dreaming.” She beckoned him to follow her through a large oak door embedded in the wall of the decaying foundation. Opening it, the woman revealed another garden, wilder than the first, but somehow still kempt. The beauty led him into the mix of night-blooming jasmine and tangled vines, and pulled him down to lie with her next to a large, wooden trunk ravaged by time and carved with odd symbols. Reclining, she reached over her head and lifted a bar from across the trunk’s redwood doors. Jewels spilled out in a tidal wave of color that fell on and around them. “You have a choice.” She cupped his jaw as she spoke. “Fortune to make all your dreams come true.” She nodded toward the trunk. “Or 3

Darkest Fantasy lying between my legs for a few moments of pleasure.” She caressed his thigh and opened her legs. Jonathon stared at the gems gleaming in the moonlight—diamonds, rubies, sapphires. He could fulfill his every whim for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t have to scrimp to buy equipment for his expensive hobby of photography. Every place on the earth would be his to travel and photograph. The sapphires resembled her eyes, and the rubies were the same hue as her lips. His gaze traveled the length of her nude body from the ink-black crown of her hair to her long, pale limbs, rounded hips, and overripe breasts. She was a woman to haunt a man’s every dream. Smiling, he reached for her. “Who are you?” he whispered against the delicate shell of her ear. “I am your ultimate desire...” She pushed his dark head to her snowy, strawberry-nippled breasts, gasping as Jonathon seized the peak of one between his teeth. “And your darkest fantasy.” How did I shed my clothes? He didn’t care. All that mattered was the taste of moonlight upon her skin, the sighs and moans she uttered that drifted upon the scented night breeze, and the silkiness of her breasts as his tongue caressed each one. Together, they found a position as she rolled on top of him, her hair a satiny garment, her hips straddling his pelvis. Bright pinpoints in the heavens served as her sparkling crown and mirrored the diamonds strewn around their bodies. “Are you sure you have made the correct choice?” She paused, and her blue eyes captured the eerie glow of moonshine. Jonathon blinked. Was that a flash of red? Her confident beauty gave her an air of danger, an esoteric fruit that begged to be plucked. Is she dangerous? As he pondered her, he allowed his gaze to travel over her nubile body where she straddled him. She was a porcelain icon of Aphrodite with ripe pearl breasts and ivory thighs. “I’m not sure if I’ve made the right choice.” He gasped, briefly closing his eyes and concentrating on her velvety heat sliding over his erection. “But right now, I don’t care.” As she moved, lustful cries of rapture escaped her. The more she moaned and shrieked, the more excitement coursed through Jonathon, and he struggled with the need to come. I must not come too quickly. I want to enjoy her as long as possible. 4

Molly Diamond If he weren’t careful, he’d burst inside her at any moment. He looked up at her, but suddenly she was gone. In her place, a demonic creature rode his body. He uttered a cry of terror, squeezing his eyes shut, and threw his arms over his face. Small warm hands slid over his naked torso. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. No demon possessed him. Only the gorgeous temptress pumped up and down on his cock. She slipped off his body and moved to recline amongst the jewels. What is she doing to me? She took his hand, slid to his side, and pulled him over to lie against her. “Choose your fortune,” she whispered in the darkness. Rabid snarls drifted out from the undergrowth, drowning out the stringed instruments that had continued to play a haunting verse. Did I really hear that? He searched for a reasonable explanation for the horrific images he kept seeing. It had to be just his imagination unleashed. Jonathon scooped up a handful of gems and let them tumble through his callused hands. They cascaded over the vixen’s smooth belly and the shadowy triangle of hair covering her inner treasure. He lowered his head to her hips, gently nipping her skin, nuzzling the softly haired mound, and pushing the emeralds and pearls aside. She parted her legs to reveal her rosebud ruby flesh. He tasted hesitantly. Liquid pearls trickled between her legs, and he hungrily lapped, their taste sweet like cinnamon, her scent like spiced musk. Whimpering, she raised her hips, offering Jonathon the true jewel inside. He licked the remaining gemstones off her body. As they fell, they made glassy clicks against the other jewels strewn around them. A deep insatiable hunger claimed Jonathon, and he lowered his body upon hers. He buried one hand in her midnight hair and kneaded the flesh of her ass with the other. His lips claimed her mouth. He rode her with wild abandon; she met his every thrust with animalistic delectations. Her nails raked his back. She salivated. Her eyes blazed. Intense pain exploded in his body and then bloomed into more pleasure. Jonathon raised his head. He wanted to see the pupils of her eyes dilate with ecstasy as she met his every thrust. Instead, a fiendish creature stared back, teeth snapping and eyes flickering with hellfire. With saber claws, it slashed crisscrosses on his chest. His blood spilled to the grass. At the rake of her talons, intense, blissful sensation swept through his body, and somehow his terror and pain evaporated. 5

Darkest Fantasy He glanced up again and saw the gorgeous beauty, her head thrown back in bliss. Her silky inner walls contracted rhythmically, massaging his cock and taking him by surprise. Dimly, he heard a whippoorwill call in the distance and the laughter of the dancers in the outside garden. The strange, guttural cries in the woods had faded into the darkness. The ethereal woman snapped her legs around his hips, her pussy still throbbing, growing wetter and hotter. Unable to hold back any longer, Jonathon pummeled her hips, his own cries foreign, more beast than human. This, too, excited him, and he thrust even faster, relishing her nails ripping at his back and her slim, alabaster legs clenching around his driving hips. The woman cried out and everything around them silenced—everything except his grunts of pleasure and the moist slap of his hips against hers. He continued to pump with every ounce of his strength. When he thought he had nothing left, his lover once again raked his back with her razor-sharp nails, sending that painful, delicious pleasure through his body. His cock filled her velvet recesses with his essence. His breath labored as he strained against her body. Just as he thought his demonic pleasure would surely consume him, he screamed his release, roaring it into the night. He collapsed. As the last echo of his shout faded into the black landscape, Jonathon lay spent with his dark head upon her bosom. Finally, the sound of the revelers in the outside garden returned, followed by the sweet, intoxicating instrumental that accompanied their dance of wild abandon. “Who are you really?” he asked. She stroked the hair that barely brushed his neck. “Your darkest fantasy granted.” When Jonathon awoke, a pink-smudged dawn crept through the tree branches. The woman was gone. The garden and the large oak door had also vanished. He glanced at his fully clothed body and the camera slung around his neck with the lens cap still on. Disappointment washed over him, and he groaned aloud. The woman had been so real- too real to be just a fantasy. The spicy scent of her body still clung to him. The taste of her ruby mouth still lingered on his lips. Glancing around the garden, he noticed an enormous ring of large toadstools growing in its center. Inside the circle, lay trampled grass and dried pools of blood. 6

Molly Diamond The beautiful woman couldn’t have been a dream! Where did she go? A vision of her ivory figure and firm melon breasts filled his mind, stirring his body and prompting his cock to awaken again. He frowned at the red spilled on the grass. The clearing looked as if someone had slaughtered a cow. His gut roiled. Jonathon stood on wobbling legs, brushed himself off, and then studied his surroundings more thoroughly, hoping to find an answer. Slowly, he walked around the perimeter of the sunken landmark. He found no sign of the garden door. Nothing remained to imply that anything odd had happened, except for the ring of toadstools, crushed grass, and blood. A bird chirped, and Jonathon glanced at the nesting orioles. He sighed and took a few shots of the birds, and then started his trek home. Once he arrived home, Jonathon routinely placed his camera on the bar and strode to the bathroom for a shower. Can I find the woman a second time? Perhaps if I stake out the old foundation she’ll show up again. Looking in the bathroom mirror, he saw the ragged face of a man who looked as if he’d been on a weeklong drunken binge. Unease crept into his brain. Stripping off his shirt, he uttered a strangled cry. Deep, purple lacerations crisscrossed his chest, ribs, and back. Lowering his trousers, he found severe puncture wounds in his buttocks and hips. Why didn’t I feel any pain? He stepped out of his pants and kicked them across the bathroom tile. A multitude of rainbow jewels tumbled out of the pockets, scattering across the floor and glittering prettily in the fluorescent lighting. The ethereal woman’s laughter echoed in the recesses of his mind. “Are you certain that you’re not frightened of me?”

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Biography Molly Diamond used to write men’s erotic fiction and her work was quite popular, appearing in Hustler’s Busty Beauties, Gent, and many more. During the autumn of 2009, her husband took a copy of one of her published stories to work and showed it to his boss. His boss’s eyes widened and he exclaimed, “I know that Molly Diamond name! I’ve read several of her stories!” This convinced Molly to resurrect the Molly Diamond nom de plume. Molly had been quiet for years- her stories languished in folders and the filing cabinets. All of her past publications laid asleep inside glossy magazines in another filing cabinet, and many of her erotic tales were tucked away in the pc and on cd. Well, Molly is back, but her work is not for the faint of heart. However, if you enjoy adult fiction and some erotic sci-fi, then watch her site (http://mollydiamond. wordpress.com) for the latest news and releases. A diamond is a girl’s best friend, but when placed against smooth skin as it sparkles in a dimly lit room... that diamond can become a man’s ultimate dream. Welcome to Molly’s domain of erotic fiction.

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