Follow Me Down
A Smuthunter Short

“Follow me,” she says, “I have something to show you, if you follow me down.”

Down where, you wonder, as you watch her, captivated by her voice, her beauty, and a pull, a primal energy you cannot put into words.

Her smile is soft and gentle, and her dark eyes sparkle. Her hair is long and dark, thick and full, and it falls down across her shoulders, and down to the middle of her back in waves.

Is it brunette, are there streaks of pale red, or vibrant crimson woven through her locks, you cannot say for certain.

She begins to walk a little further down the forest path and you follow her, because you want to? 

Because you want to ask her something? 

Or, because it simply feels right?

You can only feel what you feel about her now, and like her voice that floats to you on its own gentle breeze, these feelings drift about you, undeniable and irresistible.

Her bare feet are hidden by the hem of her long dark dress, which brushes across the grass as she leads you onward, only to stop and look at you over her bare shoulder, “It’s not much further now, follow me down.”

Down where, you ask yourself, and when she says down, the word carries all of the softness with it. The softness of her skin and her hair, of her eyes and her voice, even the softness of the air and the warmth of the sun is in that word.

Following her down feels inevitable; something so soft has never felt so heavy to you before.

When you hesitate for a moment, she turns to face you. 

“I want to show you something special, follow me down” she says, and as she does. She beckons you with her hands, and you notice the curve of her breasts and the way their heaviness fills the low cut of her gown, a fabric that is dark and light, a pale blue that seems darker under the surface.

Watching her dress flutter and shift is like the ripple on the surface of a clear deep lake, what lies beneath is beyond your vision.

“It’s easy to follow me, I know where I’m going, follow me down” a pale pink crystal ball on a thin golden chain hangs down into her cleavage, plunging deeper than the silver and gold bangles and chains that also adorn her neck. 

She turns her back to you again, her words, “It is only for your eyes too, follow me down” float back to you and the sight of those weaving hands seem to dance in your imagination again and again.

Is it easier for you to be curious, or does it feel better to be tempted by her as you walk forward.

Following her down.

“Follow me,” she says again as she steps off the trail, “I have something you want to see, follow me down.”

When you take that next step, do you think about it, or do you simply follow, playing your part in the dance, or dancing your part in her play.

She is waiting for you in a small clearing, and she is holding something in her hand.

“Here it is, come closer so you can see what is just for you.” The sunlight is dancing off of whatever it is, and you stand not two steps away from her now, sparkles of reflected light glimmering and dancing in your eyes.

You follow it as it swings, your body still, only your eyes shifting to and fro, back and forth, mystified by its elegant, simple swing. 

“It’s easy for you to be curious about my games, and it’s fun to play when you follow me down the path I’ve set for you.” What she is holding up for you, and only you, is another crystal, and you find yourself burning its imagine into your mind with every swing, memorizing the shape of the amber stone set in a brass ring, dangling by a leather cord, like a leash that binds it to her as its motion binds it to your eyes.

“You want to follow me down my path, to see what is just for you, so see what I have, and follow it now, back and forth.”

It swings in front of the fullness of her breasts, swinging back and forth in front of the pale rose crystal ball, “You’re here now, you want to see, let me show you what you want now.”

Your eyes continue to follow, feeling the urge to blink more and more with every passing swing, and her voice becomes soft like the shadow a cloud across the heat of your mind, softening you, slowing you down.

“You can’t look away already, can you?’ She asks, and you ask yourself if you could cast your gaze somewhere else, if you could turn your head, or if you could only stare because you only did want to see what she brought you here to see.

“Words are like a path, they lead us places new and old, coming together one after the other, step by step we walk back and forth, look and see what you want to see, back and forth speaking and listening, listening and responding.”

As she spoke, her free hand tugged the lace of her dress, loosening it, allowing her full, heavy breasts to come free, the amber swinging back and forth in time with her voice, back and forth from breast to breast.

“The path is round and never straight, a long and curving journey down, follow me down the road further, you see, you can only see what I want you to see, tell me.”

The words leave your mouth in time with the swinging crystal, easily led from your lips to her ear, “ I only see what you want me to see.”

There is sunlight and cool water in the base of your skull, light and pleasure, soft and delicate like the glimmer of a flickering star far away. You watch the crystal and realize it is easy for her to lead you; the bounce of her breasts is what you want to see, the smile on her lips is what you want to see, the steady, dependable swing of the amber back and forth, and the centering pull of her pale pink crystal necklace are what you want to see.

“My path speaks to you and you respond, your words are steps in following me down.” Your eyelids are becoming heavier as she speaks, dropping slightly, only to open wide and begin to fall again. 

“No matter where my path may take you, you can only go down the road, watch my crystal, a beacon in the unknown, leading you down, ever down, always down now, to earth, to ground, to your knees now, follow me down.”

Her words begin to grow heavy on your mind, and on your shoulders, and as the amber swings before your eyes, the sight of her heavy breasts weighs on you as well, and the source of that weight lies between your legs, puling you softly, encouraging you to kneel, until every swing of her pendant back and forth before her breasts becomes a step your body takes in sinking down.

Looking up at her through half closed eyes, you feel her power over you as she stands above you. The amber crystal no longer swings, but has started to twist in a small circle as her hand moves out, and rises slightly drawing your eyes up.

“There is no turning back now, my road is like a river, and the past has flowed by us now. There is no past, no moments now before this one, lose yourself and surrender to the sight before you, ever flowing, always leading you down, follow me down, to your back now, forgetting and letting go of every moment before this. See what I want you to see, only this moment, only what will be and never what was. Forget yourself in what you see, and fall down, always down, lie down now.”

Your eyelids strain to stay open as you watch the crystal, your eyes still drawn to her breasts and the small pale rose jewel between them, and trying to see all of her, trying to see everything has become exhausting. You begin to shift, to recline, to stretch out flat on your back on the soft ground, and looking up at her, her breasts become all you can see.

“Where were you before this?” She is leaning forward, standing above you, and it is her all consuming breasts that have begun to swing back and forth now, as the amber crystal has become still.

You think, searching for the answer, but as her breasts continue to sway, leading your down her path as she said, you follow them and follow her to the conclusion that you were nowhere before this moment.

“Nowhere.” The word is heavy with truth, and it drains you, exhausts you really, to lift it with your voice.

“You were nowhere before me, and so you must follow me down to be somewhere, you can only travel down my path, I can only lead you deeper down under the weight of the curves, following back and forth, listen and respond and seeing what I want you to see, only what I want you to see.”

She kneels beside you, and loosens your pants, pulling them down to your knees, leaving your groin naked, exposed, and upright.

“You were nowhere before this moment, so you must be nothing before you found me. See me, see your Goddess, your creator, and follow me down the path to acceptance, let me show you the truth.”

A wall of shadow has formed inside your mind, and as you watch her breasts continue to sway back and forth above your eyes, an all consuming warmth wraps around your cock.

There is nothing in your mind that you can reach, no memories, no sense of self, just the wall of darkness and the glimmering thought of her amber crystal swinging back and forth before her breasts. Your name is gone, you age, your home, all of it is gone, there is only her.

“Look upon me now, and always,” your eyes move from her breasts, the spell of their total domino has faded enough for you to see that she has straddled you. 

The shifting shades of blue that make up the skirt of her dress cover your lower body, you cannot see any more of her than her breasts, but you feel her warmth, you feel her weight, and the way you have slid into her.

Her hips rock, and it does not feel like a woman making love to you, it feels like the waves of the ocean, only warm and made of pure pleasure. You feel her body as it becomes a force of nature, and you know this is not sex. You feel the pleasure, the stimulation, the arousal of her body, but your cock is lost in something else, something truly divine.

Every slow roll of her hips sends waves of her power washing over you, rolling over you then pulling you deeper down, like the waves on the beach return to the ocean. You are caught up in her, lost in what is so much more than sex, and with every rocking surge of pleasure your eyes become more and more glued to the pale rose pendant still dangling between her breasts.

“Follow me down, down under the waves. Give yourself to me and follow me down.” She speaks, and her hands press into your chest, and you feel the warmth of her touch through your shirt. 

You long to move, to reach up and touch her, to hold her breasts in your hands, to try and suck on them, to kiss them, but you cannot move, you cannot rise against the impossible weight of her body pressing down.

“Lose your way forward as you have lost your way back, lose your body in me as you have lost yourself in my words, and in my charms.” Like magic the amber crystal hangs from her neck now too, dangling next to the pale rose gem, and as you stare into it, out of habit, and out of forces at work beyond your understanding, you find yourself floating now.

“Yes,” she says, her voice like the whisper of the tide rolling in at the edges of your hearing. “Yes, sink down under me, into me, give yourself to me now.”

The waves of pleasure, the primal, universal bliss that comes from every rock of her hips are swallowing your body, and though you feel like you are floating on nothing, you feel her pressing down and you begin to sink, to sink into her.

She is above you and below you, all around you in every way, and as the pleasure mounts, your body becomes a single erotic nerve, and all around you, you feel her power.

It is the softness of those heavy breasts, the ocean of sensual energy that defies understanding, the divine compulsion of her every movement, and the song of her voice. You are lost in her now, and as you begin to cum, you lose yourself to the world you have known, falling into her enchanted embrace, giving your essence to her in a long, almost unbearably blissful climax of physical and mental orgasmic surrender. 

You wake, alone, outside of the forest, drained and exhausted, and you can feel something missing inside of you. You follow this thought, to find this feeling, and in your mind you see two large breasts and hear a soft, whispering voice. 

“I see you looking into yourself. I see you looking to me. I have your missing piece, captured in my crystal, and I will never set it free. You are mine now, always, and there is only one way you can go, you will always go down my path, you will always follow me, until I have you completely in my amber stone, kept for eternity in this golden prison of my control, forever devoted to your Goddess, giving me all of your power until you simply cease to be.”

You shake your head and tell yourself you must still be dreaming, but out from the shadows of the forest she emerges, her crystal dangling over her still exposed breasts.

“Follow me,” she says, “I have something to show you, if you follow me down.”

You have no choice, you follow her back into the darkness.