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(And be warned, M-rated means M-rated. This story doesn't hold back and is not for the squeamish.)
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In the night over the city of Stormwind, a dark shape moved among the clouds. No one sees it. No one would want to see it. The myriad human forms moving quickly through the streets of the city were intent only on getting to wherever it is they were going. Yet though this lurking shadow went unseen, it was not unseeing. Cold, alien eyes pierced the clouds and darkness, following this human or that one with a predatory fasination, like a child forced to pick one sweet from among many.
A flash of skin, ivory in the muted light of the White Lady, drew those eyes to an alley on the east side of the city. Beneath cloak and hood, a woman who might still be called a girl hurried on her way. Her step was quick, revealing the pale skin of her legs for a brief instant with each stride. A few stray strands betrayed the girl's raven-black hair.
The dark shape descended, shadow on shadow as he moved into the city to stalk his prey. The shadow's shape changed as it neared the streets. Its long and sinuous black body, broken only by streaks burning an icy blue, drew into itself, becoming more solid. Gliding over the girl's head, the shadow shrank and sank in equal measure, becoming man-shaped and coporeal.
As the last of the shadows sank into the silently gliding creature, only his eyes and his unlikely beauty betrayed him as something other than human. Human, but fully nude and hanging in the air like a specter. He watched the girl hurry along, inhuman eyes piercing fabric and tracing the soft curves of her young body. He began to become aroused.
Just then, the clouds parted briefly and moonlight cast his shadow sharply on the paving stones before the girl. She glanced behind her, and finding the alley empty, immediatly looked upwards. She saw an impossibly beautiful naked man floating in the air above her. Her eyes widened in shock, her breath caught, and as she turned, her foot caught on a poorly laid stone and she tripped.
Faster than lightning, he was there. He caught her before she hit the ground, and held her there, half fallen and wide-eyed.
The girl's terror warred with lust, tugging her dizzily between flushed and bloodless. She knew she had to flee, but she could not pull her eyes from the flawless angles of her stalker. For a bare second, terror won out, and she recoiled away from the impossible naked man that had caught her. Sliding out of his arms she threw herself into a sprint.
But before she could take her first step, some magical force struck her squarely between her shoulders and she crashed into the cobblestones, tangling her legs in her cloak. Her stalker flicked his fingers again, and every last stitch of clothing on the girl disolved into dust, leaving her sprawled stark naked in the middle of the street.
Fully terrified now, the girl scrambled to her feet, but before she could get her legs under her, the impossible man was behind her, one arm around her neck and another through her legs. He lifted her easily, and for the first time, she screamed, flailing helplessly though perhaps not as wildly as she was able. The sudden feeling of warm, perfect flesh against her bare back and crotch clouded her thoughts and her fear.
He rose into the air with her. Not terribly high, but high enough that if he dropped her, she probably wouldn't be able to make it home on her own. She stared at the ground falling away and went rigid with terror when the impossible man shifted his grip, dangling her upside down, his hands on her hips. She kicked and clawed but touched only air; she couldn't reach him from where she was, couldn't see him, could only feel his hands holding her up by her hips as her legs kicked fruitlessly at the sky.
Then something soft and moist touched her sex, impossibly warm after exposure to the cold night air, and she failed in her struggles. It was his tongue. The girl's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull as it slithered snakelike through her netherlips, keeping constant contact with her clit as it doubled back and continued to slide, probing the suddenly-moist fleshy tunnel to her womb.
A noise came from the girl's throat, halfway between a scream and a moan, but not reaching the volume of either. The tongue, impossibly longer and thicker than any human tongue should be, slithered into her, prying her loins open with its girth, and her body forgot to be terrified. Then, as it wiggled around inside her and the tip flitted around her cervix, she moaned out loud, struggling to remember why she needed to be afraid.
Without moving his grip, he turn her over so she was suddenly rightside up and facing him, and she was suddenly light headed, near to passing out. His tongue retracted, leaving her eager loins and sliding up her back and over shoulder as it returned to a more human length. She was too dizzy to notice that last.
He handled her easily, positioning her over his throbbing manhood. He sheathed himself in her flesh and she cried out, though she remained only half-consious. Skin ivory in the moonlight, the creature's and the girl's limbs tangled, her body impaled on his organ. She moaned and rode him feebly, only semi-aware. His phallus pulsed, battering the fleshy walls of her sex as it sprayed her womb with his inhuman seed.
She wiggled feebly, her eyes rolling up in to her head in pleasure. The creature stared at her coldly as she moved ungracefully against him, hot fluids dripping out of her, gleaming white. He hit her in the head with the back of a knuckle, just hard enough to render her fully unconsious. Then he lifted her off him and deposited her on the cobblestones, naked, bruised, and leaking his seed. He took care not to injure her further, because he wanted more than a simple night's pleasure from this one. He could sense the spark of life taking root within the girl, and wanted to ensure it grew to fruition.
Satisfied, he turned away and rose, his form darkening and blurring and growing as he swept upward into the black sky.
