Free Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) by Dorian Mayfair

her heels and continued to rise and fall, faster and faster, willing every lunge to being him deeper inside her. He grasped her hips and steadied her as her thrusts grew more frantic, pulling her down onto him quicker every time Suzy rose. Distilled pleasure thundered in her veins. Breathing had become unimportant. Nothing mattered but the wonder beneath her. This is too much. My heart will burst. My lungs will collapse.
    Her eyes flickered open, and she knew she was in trouble: She was hallucinating.
    Suzy saw people around her, faint outlines in a curtain of mist, but she could make out men and women there, some standing up, some sitting or lying down. Some slid from shadow to shadow, others drifted with the mist. They all studied Suzy and her lover. They were soundless, yet Suzy saw some whispering to each other, some laughing, some apparently asleep. She saw hints of water flowing from tall vases, stringed instruments and swords. Everyone was naked. Everyone’s eyes were on Suzy.
    Am I dreaming again?
    Then ecstasy took over, and Suzy closed her eyes.
    This time she was ready for the climax, but she still staggered from its momentum as it cannoned into her mind and made her vision blacken for a moment. Suzy arched back with the final thrusts and cried out, letting her lungs echo her rapture, and damn any sleeping neighbour. She fell down on top of him, and only his hands saved her from falling off – but the ecstasy did not let go. A second avalanche of raw bliss claimed her and shook her like a ragdoll, and she could sense another looming right behind it.
    Uh-oh. Suzy swallowed and tried to speak, but she could not for a single word between the exploding sensations. Before she had passed through her second climax, a third rush built up and towered above her on the verge of crashing down.
    “I can’t – ” Suzy breathed.
    The unbearable weight of delirium bore down on her, stole her breath and flattened her, and Suzy’s world disappeared down into a black well.
    *
     
    Suzy surfaced from a blank dream of nothingness to a distant, hollow banging.
    Scowling, she wished the noise to stop.She had been immersed in a cloud of bliss in which she would have liked to stay longer. A lot longer. When she managed to force her eyes open, she blinked in a harsh light of a small sun under a yellow satin lampshade. Wincing, she looked around and saw the wooden walls of the cabin.
    What? That was impossible. Had she passed out? If so, how had she gotten back here? Had he carried her? If he had, how had he gotten her inside the house?
    Questions, questions. She sat up – and fell back with a thud on the couch. She lay still while she tried to coax the muscles in her legs to co-operate. Her whole body was a dull, wonderful ache coated in layers of sweat under the white bathrobe wrapped around her.
    Had she gone absolutely mad? She looked at her tattoo. It seemed unchanged. Not that she was sure; there were many details and entwined lines to it, and she did not have a clear picture of how they all looked. She would have to find the original and compare the two. Suzy shook her head. If this was another uncanny dream, it was as good as the first one.
    The strange banging resumed. With a grunt, Suzy turned her head. What was that noise? Except for the lamp in the opposite corner, the house was dark. She wanted it to stop so that she could go back to sleep.
    “Suzy?” someone called. “Are you there? Are you all right? This isn’t funny.” The voice came from far away, outside the walls.
    Catherine! And the others! “A minute,” Suzy shouted. With a heroic effort, Suzy pushed herself off the couch and staggered towards the bathroom. She was in trouble. She flung the door open, switched on the light and looked herself in the mirror. Staring back was a mangled, flushed, red-eyed woman with her hair twisted into small corkscrews. She did not even recognize herself. Great.
    She frowned. There was something else in the mirror. No, on