Stalky Stalk

“Who doesn’t like a little stalking?” I asked my cat Rumples as she lounged on the dining room table while I set up my Halloween treats. “A little Stalky Stalk.” I couldn’t help but laugh, thinking it so silly to finally be trying a monster tracker podcast but finding it hilariously ridiculous. I laughed at it instead of being scared by it.

Especially since it was named- “Stabby Stab.”

“And that was when we realized, we had underprepared for possibly the scariest thing on that mountain. Mother Nature. A huge storm-might have even been a supernatural storm- blew in, and our search for the unexplained hit the pause button.” The voice of the pod caster was overly dramatic, and purposely deeper than his usual speaking voice, as though he were the only human ever to get stormed on in the mountains. Please. That was not supernatural. It was simply nature being her super splendid self.

“We were on it’s trail, when we began to notice that in truth, we were being stalked. Not the other way around.”

“You think?” I shook my head, turned it off and chose some if my favorite music instead. The last thing I needed that night was that man’s voice in my head while I tried to sleep. With Muse playing, I sang along to ‘Neutron Star Collision’ as I placed more licorice into glass jars. I had a sewing slash movie party to put together. Even in my silky, blue negligee, I could put candy in jars, “like an olden timed, sexy-assed homesteader.” I giggled, twirled and snatched a length of black licorice to bite. “Yumm.” I sucked on the skrawny length of licorice but wished it were someghing thicker, hotter.

I quickly realized I was lonely for company- like really feckin starved for companionship. Far beyond what a little crochet party with my friends could offer me. Or even sweet snacks and pizza.

I craved something more… thrilling.

More long term. Yummy every night. Not just a one time treat. Plus some spicy times every day. I was a human, afterall. Not some frozen Iced over Warrior Goddess.

Although, to be clear- I was most definitely a Warrior Goddess.

What dear, delicious Edythe didn’t notice while she twirled and pondered was me. Watching her.

Stalking her. And her feline.

From her forest yard.

She had no idea that I was often watching her.

And from so. Very. Close.

The forest portals were enchanted enough to allow me to choose my adventure.

I always chose her.

I was Vyktorh of the Endless Wandering.

She was Edythe of…

I would soon find out.

Every evening, my eyes were on her. My cock thick and hard in my breeches. Pulsing. My fingers yearning to caress her soft skin.

Every night, I watched her until she fell asleep.

And every sunset, I chose to travel the forest portals to take me straight back to her tiny forested cottage.

Until tonight. Tonight? I didn’t want to remain anonymous any longer. Tonight, I would get a little closer. My beguiling witchy ancestors would be furiously turning in their graves were they to know how many nights I had put off finally reaching out for her.

Edythe

That night, I dreamt of him again.

My Stalker Walker. He hid in my forest of old growth pine trees, watching me. Stalking me. From my yard and back inside to my kitchen, I could feel the heavy, gaze of his heated, determined focus. My body would burn and blush, my face and my flesh. My pussy would begin to dew and drip, my own enchantingly frightened wetness making my panties sticky, clinging. My mound more noticeably eager beneath my nearly see through panties.

When I woke, my hand was in my panties and I felt a small shiver of relaxation and release still cradling my body.

Vyktorh of Endless Wandering

I would remove her sweet, soaking wet under things.

I would drop to my knees before her, breathing in her skin and the fabric of her barely there, tiny dress, and I would rub my knuckles up her pussy. Slowly. And then back down, listening as her breathing grows faster, trailing my palm up her rounded abdomen until my hand spans her brilliant globe, teasing at her taut nipple. Then I will lean in and breath in her arousal scent as I massage her pussy lips with my hot lips.

Tap. Tap.

“Holy what now!” I screeched, tripping over Rumples as she shot past my bare feet. When I righted myself, I stared outside, into the window glimmers of rain splatted darkness and he was there. Watching me, as water streaked off his black hair and the markings along his skin. Gorgeous skin. Yes. I immediately sensed an attraction. He was enthralled, simply watching me.

Well feck my nethers…