Dark Moon Harvest

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EXCERPT:

Dark Moon Harvest
Prologue

The glorious hunt had begun! It had been years, decades, since the last crimson and black moon had arisen; now he could finally spread his inky, pitch-black wings and join the others for the Dark Moon Harvest. He extended them further, enjoying the fresh night air as he stretched his muscled limbs with excited anticipation. The wait had seemed forever-forever since he had come of age-and his body pulsed with sensual energy. Now he and his brothers must complete the age-old ritual to secure futures within their realm before the time had passed.

His pale blue eyes gazed at the millions of glittering stars above and he smiled. The night proved clear and calm, perfect for tracking his quarry. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, searching for the right scent-the right match. He heard the sound of his brothers all about, taking flight after locking on to their prey, but he had yet to detect his own. He would not rise until he found her. Quietly, with eyes still closed, he turned in another direction and inhaled again. Still nothing. His brows furrowed with concern. If he couldn’t find the right match, then he would have to wait until another Dark Moon Harvest, to possibly search again and secure her. He had known of others who had tried to find their destined mates numerous times until successful but he refused to be one of them. This had to be the time. His impatience would allow for nothing else.

He turned to another direction and stretched inhaling again. A wicked smile then spread across his lips. Her delicious scent filled his entire body. With a deep breath and great purpose, he shot powerfully into the night in pursuit. Feathery black wings beat fiercely upon the air, lifting his chiseled body closer to the heavens as he flew toward his destination. As taught by his father, he concentrated and a deep, masculine rumble vibrated in his chest then throat. He parted his lips and released the erotic sound, but it could not be heard by just anyone, for his call would only be detected by one. And this one must be lured in seduction.

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Quietly, she walked along the path through the shadowy woods, unmindful of the rough ground beneath her bare feet. Her body moved with instinctive motion while she traveled the newly worn path.

But she didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten there.

Raven glanced into the sky to gaze at the darkened moon, but her misty eyes didn’t see anything. If there had been an observer, he would have thought that she enjoyed a nice evening stroll. However, midnight is not a common time for such a stroll, and her attire was equally inappropriate, for she traveled in her sheer black silk gown. Her mind lay not on her destination but only upon that which she dreamed. So she walked in her sleep, though she hadn’t done so in years. In the last few days it had once again become a pattern.

The path lay smooth, but she never remembered such details since she returned to bed before waking. She had no idea that this had become her habit of late, even as she inhaled the crisp night air and stretched her arms wide to embrace the darkness. As she moved, her fingers reached out, searching for the familiar statue in her dreams. Soon they touched the detailed stone. It had been hidden amongst the dense vegetation for a very long time, where none knew it existed-but somehow she had inadvertently found it while asleep. As her fingers moved across the surfaces, her dream-befuddled mind formed the picture of a man; it wasn’t a statue of a beast, but of something else. She caressed the surface, tracing the details with slumbering delight. The man’s face felt strong, as did his carved body. His cut muscles sent chills down her spine, and her fingers continued to move out, along the edges of carved wings, spread on either side as though ready to lift him into flight.

It didn’t matter how much this delighted her, for she wouldn’t remember it upon waking. Her fingers traveled along the life-sized statue, exploring every inch of it until she discovered its immense carved cock. Unlike most statues, this penis stood fully erect, incredibly disproportionate to the rest of his body. She smiled at her discovery, then lifted her gown over her head and tossed it into the bushes. Her hand eased down to the already moistened thatch between her legs and she pressed her fingers in, enjoying the heat. After a few thrusts, she pulled them out and grasped the huge dick. Had she been awake, she would have noticed its strange warmth, not the frigid cold one would expect from a mere piece of marble or stone.

But she did not notice.

She eagerly pressed slow, sensual kisses onto the stranger’s face, down his neck, and onto his chest before finally reaching the destination she craved. Her throat vibrated with a feminine growl as she opened her lips and her tongue darted out to lap at the tremendous cock. A few moments later, she turned her back to the statue and positioned herself, spreading her legs wide. With a groan she pressed down hard upon it, filling her entire pussy with its thickness. Almost immediately, she rose and thrust down upon it again, beginning the necessary rhythm for fulfillment. It spread her deliciously as she continued to rise and fall.

“Oh yes, fuck me, please,” she whispered, grabbing her breasts and nipping hard at the huge areola. She moved upon the statue with more urgency as the tingling began to build in her belly. Faster and harder she rode it, lapping and sucking upon her nipples then reaching her arms up to wrap about the statue’s neck. As she worked hard at fucking herself, the perspiration gathered on her forehead while some trickled down the small of her back. Strange feminine whispers filled her head urging her on, perhaps her own desire voicing itself, but they dissipated as quickly as they had started. Suddenly, her muscles squeezed hard about the cock as she arched her back and cried out. Her nipples jutted into twin rosy peaks as she released her sweet juices upon the now-heated cock and came hard.

Her body trembled and convulsed as she threw back her head, grabbing even harder about the statue’s neck, moaning and groaning with need.

And as she trembled and whimpered in erotic delight, the statue’s wings moved closer as though to encircle her in an embrace, but they did not touch her, nor did she notice as she continued enjoying the forbidden pleasure. Then all too soon, she eased up from the tremendous shaft and dressed. Once again, she followed the path back to the rented bungalow, oblivious to what had just transpired and oblivious to the distant womanly laughter upon the night air.

A hard, labored breath escaped from the dense foliage next to the statue. He had indeed called her, but noticed as she neared that she still slept. He never heard the ghostly laughter but his eyes had seen much. His curiosity was piqued by her tempting behavior, so he had elected to watch and manipulate the statue rather than to take her. He didn’t quite know what to make of this episode, for he had never heard of such a thing. Had he not always heard of his brothers’ virginal conquests in taking their mates? But this intrigued him more than anything ever had before. A wicked smile spread across his determined face. God had blessed this undertaking to allow him such an unusual treat. Virgins be damned! This was the one. Time still remained to stake his claim, so perhaps he would follow and attempt to get to know his mate before taking her.

He folded his wings close to his back and quickly transformed so that they would be undetected by the naked eye. With a snap of his finger, his ancient garb disappeared, replaced by native clothing. Now he would blend in with the other local males-able to travel freely about the world during this week of the Dark Moon Harvest. As he departed, once again womanly laughter filled the night undetected by his unnatural, keen hearing.



McKinzie S. Heart