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Note that there are a few music lyrics embedded in the story. Hopefully that is still clear if the formatting does not transfer from Word.

Day 4

Shannon woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Her brother’s hand was curled around yet another morning hardon. “Really, you didn’t get enough last night?” She admonished it. She got up quickly and stormed into Sean’s bedroom.

“How do you live with this thing?” she asked loudly.

Sean rolled over sleepily to find his own penis nearly poking him in the face. His half-asleep instinct was to stroke it, so he reached out and laid his soft hand on the rampant bulge. He had rubbed it gently for 3 or 4 seconds before he awoke fully to find Shannon staring down at him, confused and now mentally as well as physically horny. She was looking at her own face near her brother’s penis and hoping for them to get even closer together before she became shocked at what she was thinking.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Huh, woops!” He let go quickly. “Sorry, habit. It is my penis, after all.”

Shannon retreated to the bathroom, where it took 5 minutes before her uncooperative dick would soften enough to pee. Her mind kept flashing back to disturbing longings that did not help matters.

Sean put on the dress Shannon had picked out for him, buttoning up the front over a dark blue underwear and bra set. “No stockings today, thank God,” he thought. The dress was shorter than yesterday but not like the 3rd date dress, so he thought he could manage it.

The phone rang. Sean picked it up, “Hi Mom.”

“Shannon, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m great, actually. How are you two doing?”

“We’re fine, the weather is terrific here. Your dad has a wicked sunburn. How is school?”

“It’s going fine. I think I caused a riot yesterday, though.”

“Really, how?”

“I let my hair down.”

His mom laughed. “What did Misty say?”

“She propositioned me, of course.” They both laughed.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re having fun. Not too much fun, I hope. No wild orgies?”

“Maybe a couple.”

“Tell Sean I said hi. Love you!”

“Love you, too.”

On the way to school, Shannon reminded Sean that she was heading to Erica’s house afterwards.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he joked. Since he had been told by Misty about the blogging and that his reputation had improved a bit in rank, he had been torn between telling Shannon about the blogging and letting her continue to fool his girlfriend a bit longer.

Shannon gave him a withering look. “I have already done enough to get you out of the sex cellar. I’d rather not do anything else if I can help it.”

“You have to at least give her a good kiss, otherwise she may decide your other kisses were a fluke.”

“Fine, one good kiss, I’ll just close my eyes and pretend she is Adam. Speaking of whom, how was the date?”

“It went pretty well. I didn’t barf on him or anything.”

“Thank God for small favors. He seemed to like the outfit. Did you talk to him at all? Did he try to get physical? I need details.”

“We talked about music and stuff. He took me to his uncle’s house for a picnic, had it all planned out. There is a butterfly enclosure there, it’s pretty neat. He must really like you to go to that amount of effort.” Sean hoped to distract her away from the question about how physical the date had gotten. He still couldn’t believe how far it went, and there was no way he could explain it to her.

“I just wish I was the one dressed up and enjoying the attention.” Shannon brooded, forgetting to press him for further details.

Sean and Shannon had been doing all right in each other’s classes when homework was the only consideration. Unfortunately Sean finally got hit with a pop quiz in Calculus, which he had not yet taken. He failed miserably, and knew Shannon would be furious. If the switch continued much longer, the portion of her grades based on quizzes and tests would plummet.

During free period, Sean found himself thinking about Shannon’s prodigious talent and fitness level, and whether she could channel it towards school while still looking for an instructor of the right caliber. He walked into the empty auditorium and imagined Shannon up there dancing, with the whole school applauding afterwards. Unfortunately, without switching back, all Sean could do consciously was singular moves like pirouettes and plies and such. Someone would need to tell his body how to link things together as art. They really need to figure this switch out soon, he thought.

He walked up the stairs and across the stage lightly. Then he did a pirouette that flared his skirt out to reveal the blue panties. “Woops,” he thought. He hummed some half-forgotten music from one of his sister’s recitals, and his body started to move in a few graceful, well-rehearsed steps. The music helped put a few moves together, and he now wondered whether playing it for real would allow ordu escort him to recreate a whole performance. He tried to remember more of the song, but just a few bars here and there were all he could recall. As he moved haltingly around the stage, his long legs and short skirt showed well-defined muscle in calves and thighs.

Kristen watched from the shadows of the stage, mesmerized by the redhead. She was missing a class but did not care. The ugly duckling was gone, and this beautiful dancer had her hooked. Kristen had never felt such longing for any male, instead everyone had always wanted her, chased her, obsessed over her. She had waited impatiently for Shannon to seek her out after their encounter, but nothing had happened. Instead the girl had started dressing up instead of down, unbelievably beautiful to her, as if to twist the knife in her gut. The turnaround was devastating.

She had surreptitiously followed Shannon around for the past two days, sick to her stomach with desire. This morning Kristen had readied herself as carefully as she knew how: trimming her pussy, waxing, skin softener, her most expensive perfume, eyebrows plucked, makeup applied to perfection, hair styled in a perfect French braid, teeth flossed and breath sweet, Victoria’s secret angels lingerie with stockings and garter under a wraparound dress that showed her tits to perfection.

When she got to school, every cheerleader she saw had asked what the special occasion was. She made up a story about a photo shoot and possible modeling gig immediately after school.

The redhead finally stopped dancing and looked ready to leave. Kristen stepped from the shadows. “Shannon, wait up!” Her voice was a bit shaky.

Sean saw the tall blonde goddess step into the light and got such a rush of desire he was relieved. “Not totally gay yet,” he thought. “Hello, Kristen. Why are you so dressed up?”

“Someone-, uh, something special I wanted to do today. Do you have a minute? I’d like to talk, no fighting, I promise.”

“Ok, as long as it’s not about Adam.”

“It’s not, believe me. We could sit on the edge of the stage, I guess, or I know a place that is a bit more comfortable.”

“Ok.”

Kristen led her backstage to the unused director’s office, where there was a desk and a couch. She sat nervously on the edge of the couch while Sean chose to lean on the desk. Sean was aware of intriguing sexual tension due to their earlier encounter, and enjoyed the feeling being caused by a girl for a change. He then recalled the problems caused for his sister by this beauty and felt his desire wane.

He looked down at the blonde bombshell and said evenly, “I’ve been enjoying not being a pariah around here. I guess I should thank you.”

“As if I could have stopped you after your transformation. You’re so stunning, no one would listen if I had proof you worshipped Satan as a hobby. You could probably have a dick hidden under there and still be popular at this rate.”

Sean smiled wryly at the irony. “Well, you know there isn’t one.”

“Yes, I do.” Kristen shifted, rubbing one leg up over the other. From his recent experience with the same leg actions, Sean suspected she was very turned on at the memory. He wondered what she was wearing under the dress. “I had never been with a girl before, you know.”

“I remember you saying that. I hadn’t either.”

“So we were virgins, in a sense.”

“More than you know.”

Kristen was puzzled for a moment, but then continued. “I wanted to apologize again for the way I have treated you in the past. Can we get past that?”

“I don’t know. Definitely not yet, anyway. It’s only been a few days, Kristen. You haven’t really proven anything to me at this point.”

“I guess you’re right. I’d like to prove something to you now.” Kristen took a deep breath. “Do you like my outfit?”

“Yes, it’s very pretty,” Sean answered carefully.

“I was hoping you would. It has a special feature.” Kristen stood up, reached down and untied a hidden string on the wraparound dress. She then shimmied carefully, and the dress fell from her body. Her d-cup breasts strained against the black and pink demi-cup bra. The matching panties were low cut with strings around her hips. The tight triangle of silk showed her labia were already engorged. Black stockings rode high on the extra-long, shapely legs. A black and pink garter belt completed the set. Kristen stood posed on her high heels, more nervous than confident despite her magnificent body and face. She had never feared rejection until now, and so had stacked the deck as much as she knew how.

Sean stared unabashedly at the beauty before him. He had seen much of the blonde the other day, but only poorly lit and up close. The full effect of the complete woman before him was stunning. He was awestruck that such a woman wanted him, or really Shannon.

He cleared his throat. “Turn around, let me see the rest.”

Kristen turned to show osmaniye escort her exquisite ass outlined in silk cut high on each cheek. Sean nearly leaped on her, but the thought of how his sister felt about this girl helped him hold his ground. It helped that he could no longer see Kristen’s enormous blue eyes.

“Kristen, I’m not the girl for you, I’m sorry.”

Kristen’s shoulders hunched at the rejection. “Why not?”

“The jury is still out on whether you are a good person, and I’m dating Adam, your ex-boyfriend. We shouldn’t be doing each other, too. Also, the girl thing may be sort of temporary for me.”

Kristen dropped to her knees slowly and ended up hugging herself loosely. “I don’t care about Adam anymore, to be honest. He’s a great guy and great in bed and all, but suddenly I’m not that into guys.” Kristen shifted and looked back over her shoulder, still kneeling. “I’ll do anything for you, though.”

The view of her pleading face, long slim back stretched gracefully above the horizontal line of her garter belt, venus dimples above buttocks bent and straining the tight panties, was something that Sean would try to remember forever. He clenched his hands on the edge of the desk. “I should go before we regret this.”

Kristen turned and crawled slowly toward him, breasts hanging heavily against her bra, rounded ass flexing under pink and black. Her high-cheekboned face was flushed and long eyelashes shadowed her eyes. She reached Sean’s feet as he stood paralyzed. She bent and kissed his instep, then licked up his calf. “Just one more time, please, I beg you.”

Kristen slid her hands up the exquisite legs slowly, past the knees, and then up the outside of the thighs. She began kissing again above the knee, making her way up the inner thighs, her hair tickling Sean’s smooth skin. The short skirt was slowly raised, exposing blue panties with a large wet spot. Kristen sniffed the juices and moaned, gripping the muscled thighs tightly as if trying to prevent her quarry from escaping. Sean could not have moved if his life depended on it.

Kristen licked the silky material, tasting the redhead again. She pushed her tongue into the fabric and caressed the labia. Sean’s legs spread outward to accommodate her while his heart raced.

Kristen continued to probe with her tongue, slowly. Then she let go of Sean’s thigh with her right hand and slid it around up the between his legs. He felt her long fingers caress up the crack of his ass as her tongue continued to torment him. Her fingers slid the tight panties to the side, exposing his pussy and anus. She licked his clitoris and wet her index finger with his juices, then she teased the sphincter with the slick digit. Sean nearly collapsed at the dual sensations. Kristen didn’t want her lover to go too soon, so she pulled back before the girl could tip over the edge.

Kristen slid her hands up and pulled the panties down while Sean lifted his buttocks off the edge of the desk. She then reached up and unbuttoned the dress by feel while kissing and licking the soft skin above and to the sides of the red-haired strip. Sean caressed her hair, then let go as the blonde grabbed the skirt of the dress and stood, pulling the dress up and over his head.

Kristen paused to marvel at the dancer’s body, now wearing only the blue bra and sandals. She was so feminine, and yet showed muscle each time she moved. She was irresistible, amazing, intoxicating. Kristen had to see all of her, so she reached and unclasped the bra at the front, letting the C-cup breasts stand proudly, dark pink nipples taut. She sucked one, then the other, while sliding the bra off the redhead’s shoulders. She then hugged the girl to her and kissed her full on the mouth as she caressed her back and stroked her ass.

Sean felt the blonde’s lingerie rubbing sensually at his nipples and hips and thighs as they kissed. He gripped one large breast in his left hand and held the small of her back with the other. He then moved his lower hand to the skin between Kristen’s stockings and panties, running smooth fingernails around the area.

Kristen dragged them over to the couch and leaned Sean over and down onto it, kissing him all the while. She quickly slid her panties off and climbed on top of the redhead with her head hovering over the awaiting pussy. Sean found himself in his second 69 of the last 24 hours, this time surrounded by stocking-clad legs and looking up at the pussy of the hottest blonde he had ever met.

The two girls sank together, tongues lapping their wet labia and clits. Sean licked slowly from clit down to moist crevice and back, while Kristen circled the dancer’s clit with sure strokes. Their bodies writhed in pleasure while they each grabbed their partner’s ass to hold steady.

Sean spread Kristen’s labia with his fingers. Her blonde pussy was fascinating to him, and he wanted to explore every inch of it, slowly.

Kristen had inserted a finger sinop escort into Sean’s vagina and was slowly pumping it in and out. She spread his juices all around, making the entire area slick before she nuzzled and licked vigorously.

Their hearts quickened to a pounding beat as they each hit various erogenous areas with their tongues and fingers. Kristen, being the more experienced, set the pace based on how far along she thought the redhead was. Her own body was easy to gauge from experience, and she wanted to come at the same time as her infatuation did.

Sean went along for the ride, trying to keep up as the blonde seemed to have two tongues and twenty fingers. He licked and suckled Kristen’s clitoris with his tongue, three fingers inserted into her vagina and pumping steadily.

Suddenly Kristen’s body started to go out of control, the redhead was overwhelming her. The blonde tried to suppress it but couldn’t hold back. She inserted one wet finger into her partner’s anus and sucked on her clit, humming harshly to vibrate it. Sean felt like his pussy was electrified, and cried out as his toes curled and his pelvis lifted Kristen, pumping up and down as the orgasm took hold.

Kristen’s orgasm was even better, the result of days of longing for the beautiful, forbidden woman beneath her. She shuddered, teeth clenched to prevent a scream that might echo around the auditorium. She passed out for a few seconds from the intensity of her release.

Sean slid out from under the tall, tanned body of the head cheerleader. Kristen rolled to her side, still dazzled by the best orgasm she had ever had. She had tears in her eyes. Sean rolled to face her and saw them.

He was puzzled, “Are you ok?” She looked so vulnerable.

“No, not really. That was so amazing!” She started to cry harder.

“You’re crying because it was amazing? I don’t understand.”

“You’re as oblivious as a guy, you know?”

“I guess.”

“This may have been a little experimentation for you, but it meant everything to me, even if I didn’t want it to. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else. I could love you. But you don’t really want to be with me, do you?”

“No, I can’t, not right now, at least. I’m sorry.”

“Please get dressed and go away, seeing you naked is not helping me.”

Sean realized he was lying in Shannon’s birthday suit beside the lingerie-clad fantasy of every guy in school. And he was rejecting her. Only the switch could have produced a situation this fucked up, he thought ruefully as he pulled on his panties and picked up his bra.

Shannon found Erica standing beside the car after school. She had apparently teased her hair after school since it had quite a bit more volume and bounce than her usual. Her cheerleading uniform hung just below her crotch as she leaned casually against the fender, legs crossed. “Does this girl ever not look like sex on a stick?” Shannon wondered.

As a dancer, she was used to the occasional risqué movement or performance or outfit, but it seemed like Erica’s whole life revolved around maximizing her allure.

“Hey, babe, did you do something to your hair?” Shannon greeted her like she thought his brother would.

“Hi, stud, I was just playing around. Did you bring some muscles for me?”

“Only one,” Shannon flirted as best she could. Erica laughed and they got in and drove to her house.

Once inside she led the way down the carpeted steps. Shannon cursed as she bumped Sean’s head on a low part of the stairwell. Erica giggled and kept going into the finished room.

It seemed comfortable, with a big L-shaped couch, several padded wooden armchairs and a stereo/TV combo built into the wall. There were lally columns running down the center at 10 foot intervals. A tall box was leaning against and hiding the last one, with a larger box over to the side.

“Those are the boxes. They’re big and awkward. My dad couldn’t even move them.”

“I’m hoping these monkey arms are good for something,” Shannon replied.

Erica watched her pick up the first box and carry it across the basement to the door. “That’s far enough for now.”

“You sure?” Shannon was barely breathing hard after picking nearly 200 lbs. Sean’s body was amazing, she thought for the umpteenth time.

“Have a seat on that chair and rest a minute. I want to thank you properly.”

“Uh oh,” Shannon thought. She sat down and waited for the elaborate hug and kiss she was sure to receive.

Erica had other plans. “Remember ‘close your eyes’?”

“Yes,” Shannon smiled at the recollection.

“Your turn.”

Shannon closed her eyes and waited. Erica talked to cover the other noises she might make. “I liked that so much, you were so hot that night.”

Suddenly Sean heard a sound, “zzzz…” and felt something tug on her wrists. She looked and saw that her forearms had been tied with thick zipties to the arms of the chair.

“What the fuck?” Shannon gasped.

Erica laughed. “You’re my prisoner.”

“Get these off me!” Shannon tried to slide her arms back to free them, but the back of the chair was in the way. The cheerleader had planned well.

“What’s the magic word?” Erica teased, still smiling.

“Please?”

“Nope, that’s your safety word, silly.”

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Just a quick note for the readers

I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real, any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy.

*

It was over. He was three days from opening his own parlor. No more shit jobs that the other artists refused because they had a reputation. No 20% to the asshole in the office with tattoos so old they looked more like a full body burse then art. No more snide pick-up lines from gay couples wanting a honeymoon three way. He would be the lord of ink, big gun, the man.

Walking thru his place he looked over everything one last time. He had worked two sometimes three jobs to get all his equipment, nothing half-assed either, medical grade all the way. Tomorrow he would walk, get his degree and make his way into the future. ‘Dad I am going to make you proud’ he thought to himself. Fourteen years and still he wanted his father to be here, having been taken by cancer on the eve of his 12 birthday.

Looking into a glass case, his father’s ink-gun sat, in a place of honor. He could still remember the first time he had held it. Still had the scar too. He had been seven, his father asked him if he wanted to try it. It was ever boys dream to work with their father, so he had agreed. He picked it up and pretended to tattoo his own hand, it was still plugged up to the power supply. SO his pretend tattoo turned into a long jagged cut along his left thumb.

His dad hadn’t yelled or panicked, just cleaned him up and got him three stitches. On their way back home his father held his left hand up to him and said “Like father, like son, guess we don’t need to match each other’s tattoo’s when we have these.” They laughed about it all the way up to mom finding out. She was mad and upset, but after she calmed down. Even she laughed at the situation.

After that he would watch his father work, when he could. Read the trade mags and even got into the habit of drawling with three D-cell batteries tapped to the top of his pencil. His father told him the faster he learned to steady the weight the easier it would be to hold the ink-gun. Thinking back, everything his father ever said about tattooing had been iconic in its simple wisdom. Those became his mantra after his fathers’ death.

He had gone out on his seventeenth birthday and had a tattoo of his fathers’ ink-gun done on his right forearm. His mother was a little reluctant to the idea but could hardly argue to hard, having six tattoos of her own. And after he showed her what he wanted she not only agreed to let him get it. She helped him find an artist that would do it right.

“Three days, only three days and we start working together, just like we agreed Dad.” He said softly “Just give me a nod now and then, so I know I am getting it right, Ok?”

Walking from the back out into the lobby, he was startled to find a woman looking at the Flash-art that hung in frames along the left lobby wall. She was tall, long legs, and dark hair. She turned to him and gave him a smile that about stopped his heart. She was stunningly beautiful. Eyes glittered an unusual golden color.

“Hello, my name is Nikita DeNore, and I would like the honor of being your first customer.” She said. “You are Estephan Prizton?”

“Yes I am. Um, the parlor won’t open for three days, how did you get in here?” He asked.

“Thru the door.” She said, “Your work is inspired. I have checked around. You are the only one I would allow to do it. Plus you were recommended. I am glad you are no longer at that Roady Tatta’s Parlor. With the type of work I would like, I would have to keep looking for a true artist rather than sit in a place like that.”

“Ms. DeNore, I am overwhelmed. I didn’t think many people took notice of my work, and to hear I was recommended, by whom?”

“I am sure anyone who carries ink from your gun would more than notice. However, I was told that you would be most eager to take a commission. It was your father that recommended you after all.”

He stood there in silence. If this was a joke it was in the poorest of taste. This woman was a walking wet dream and now she is claiming that his deceased father had told her to look him up. It hurt, nothing about this could be true. Shaking himself from his shock he stepped to walk past her.

“This joke ends now. I would kindly ask you leave.” He said, holding himself from screaming at her.

“I will go, but would you look these over and think about it?” She asked and with a turn of her hand pulled a folio from thin air.

Again he was stunned, he accepted the folio as she handed it to him. Then she turned on a heel and walked towards the door, with each step she faded into transparency becoming completely invisible before reaching the door. It opened soundlessly and then slowly closed with its usual rasp and squeak. It clumped into place when ardahan escort he realized he had been holding his breath.

He looked at the papers in the folder. There was a general layout of tattoos, were on the body. There were symbols and runes that had to be worked into each piece. From the look of these notes and diagrams, this would be hours and hours under the gun in the chair.

The more he looked thru the papers the more he got excited about how intricate he was going to be allowed to push himself. As he flipped the last page a check slid from the folder and drifted to the floor. It was for fifteen thousand dollars. He picked it up. It was drafted off of a local bank. If this was a joke why go thru all the hassle. He picked up the phone and dialed the bank. Ten minutes later he had an answer. The check was legit.

What did that mean; she pulled the folio out of thin air, and turned herself in-fucking-visible. What the hell was going on? He laid all the papers out on his drafting desk and the check into the wall safe. He would have to sleep on this one. Maybe waking up in the morning might prove this all a dream anyway.

—+++—-+++—-

Graduation was what you expect, blah blah blah. He was half way to the parking lot before the caps hit the ground. By 3:45 he had his certification filed, his inspections signed off on, and his business permit ready to be framed and hang on the wall. He was starting to get annoyed at the number of people staring at him. Looking himself over, he was still wearing the gown from graduation.

He had better things to think about. He drove to his shop, opened the place and darted inside. The papers were still laid out on the drafting table and the check was… yes, still in the safe. Now he had to make the decision, take the money and BS that might come with it, or not. Looking over the diagram and runes only brought more questions. The kind he felt he would have to be hammered to understand. He was interrupted from his privet musings.

“Steven, where did you run off to? Your Grandmother was very upset that she didn’t get pictures of you in your cap and gown. I know you’re excited about this place but others are just as excited for you.” His mother said from the front of the parlor.

“Did she go home? Cause I have everything here.” He said stepping out of the back. “On top of that I have my first commission. I want to take all of you out to celebrate.”

“You have a commission already? For who?” She asked.

“Nikita DeNore. It is going to be at least ten sittings possibly 15.” He said. “I got a nice deposit so lets go celebrate. I have everything I need to open the doors on Monday, a client, and my birthday is a week from Saturday. Life just really is going my way.”

“You’re still wearing the gown? Have you been running all over town in that thing?” she asked.

“Sure, why not.” He answered.

—–+++++——++++++———

It was around 8 pm when he pulled into the parking lot. He thought about what the bank would think when the check hit his account. He would even more like to see the little blonde ‘Beety Boop’ cashiers’ eyes bug out of her face. She was always curt when he ended up in her line, stared at his tattoo like it was a snake, and always said his full name just loudly enough to get the rest of the bank staring at him. He wasn’t even sure what her name was. He laughed to himself.

Looking up at the Marque, the name he had chosen for his tattoo parlor stood proudly. ‘Sharpirion’ was still legible without the spot lights illuminating it. He stepped from his car and headed for the door. He looked both ways, too often some new teen driver had used this parking lot to practice on. Ok play around on. Nothing was on the lot save his beat up two door. Keys in hand he crossed and no sooner had his foot hit the side walk a voice startled him.

“So you will be taking my commission? I am relieved. You and your father are so very much alike.” Nikita said in a humored tone.

“Where?” he stammered as his key fell to the ground. “What are you trying to do scare me into joining my father in the hereafter?”

“That would be so unfortunate for more reasons than I can put to word. And as for where, I have been waiting. I can go into greater detail as we chat, I am aware it is going to take many hours to have your work applied to my skin.” She said.

“So you were waiting, why are you here thou?” he asked.

“To be equipped. As far as this evening, to give you access to your canvas.” She said smoothly. “Surely at devotee of Athene understands these needs.”

“Athene? The Greek Goddess of War? Why would that matter?” He asked.

“Do they teach nothing in this age?” She inquired in return. “Yes that would be her, but war was not the only devotion in her covenant. She holds sway over Warfare, Wisdom, Architecture, and Crafts. Artists have followed her for untold centuries.”

“Right, shall we go inside to talk about this artvin escort then?” He asked snidely.

She didn’t seem at all phased by his tone, she just turned and waited for him to open the door. He leaned down to pick up his keys. The manner in which she stood allowed him to see under her dress, and the lack of any undergarments. He stood and hoped he was not blushing.

Once they had both entered he closed and locked the door. He motioned for her to follow him and took her into the ink room. It was a clean room, surgical steel tables, tile flooring, and painted in a soothing crème color. As she stepped into the room she unhooked the dress and let it fall to the floor. He turned to ask what she wanted to start with but was stunned to silence seeing her standing there naked. She moved without shame or embarrassment. Even seeing his stunned expression staring at her body did nothing to change her demeanor.

“So how should we begin, Estephan?” she asked.

“What?” He returned.

“How should we begin? It seemed a simple enough question. Are you uncomfortable with nudity? As a young man I would have thought you’d revel in delight at having a nude woman to work on.” She said.

“I don’t have a problem with nudity. I am a bit startled by your need to be so without asking first.” He replied. “As far as how to begin, I haven’t even had a chance to go thru all of the pieces you gave me. It was what I was planning on looking over this evening. If you want to be the canvas I have no problem with it. These are your tattoos after all. I can handle it if you can.”

“Very well, where do you want me?” She asked.

He walked over to the table and pulled a few lock pins and folded it into a reclining position, draped a towel over the cold metal, and motioned for her to lay down. He went into the drafting room and got the folio. It occurred to him that he was going to need his entire cart for this. Tossing the folio onto the art caddy cart he dragged the whole thing into the clean room. She laid on the articulation table with a studying looking on her face.

He followed her line of sight and saw what had her interest. It was a wooden plaque with his father motto burned into the wood. ‘Tattoos are mistakes you can’t fix’ it read. She looked at him questioningly. He shrugged.

“Dad would use that for unmarried couples. He always said that a tattoo was a commitment, one that everyone you meet is going to judge you by, so make sure you are saying the right thing.” He said.

“And what does that say about you?” She asked pointing at the ink-gun tattoo on his arm.

“That I am my father’s son, I am his legacy. Most people see it and nod, everyone loses someone they care about, I just show my remembrance differently.” He spoke proudly. “Going thru these I noticed there is no mention of colors. Do you want it monochromatic, cause I can do that. And are you sure you want this much on your body. You’re beautiful, why mess with perfection?”

“You are your father’s son alright. He said much the same thing. I would choose another way but they could be lost, stolen, or broken. Leaving proof of the higher realm is forbidden.” She said.

“The higher realm? Like gods and angels and stuff?” He asked.

“Yes, not to mention, Nymphs, Dryads, Muses, Demons, and numerous mythical beings. Many would walk the world if they could, my being here is a trial to see if it is possible.” She said.

“Wait if it is forbidden to leave knowledge of this in the world, you going to kill me when I am done?” he yipped an octave higher than his normal tone. “IF that’s the case I quit!”

“Wait, we are allowed to tell one soul, someone that will help us learn about this new age and give us a way of bringing our power back to the world. I myself am a Nike, Messenger and Bringer of Victories, in other parts of the world I would be called a Valkyrie. A war-maiden that carries souls of fallen hero’s to the afterlife.”

“So which one are you going to bring back into the world? You going to be a good thing or a scary thing?” He blurted, his hands trembling slightly.

“I am going to follow the nature of the artist that gives me the ability to walk the world. Are you a bad person? No you’re not, or I wouldn’t be here. Things from this world can’t travel to the other, tattoos if done with heart and meaning, can. So I am here. Wanting to be in the mortal world, making a difference, not having to get new purpose every time I travel back.” Her eyes held his as she spoke.

“So you would become something else with the tattoos?”

“No and yes, you are an artist. You show it thru you work, I am similar. You draw, paint, and tattoo. I covey energy, how I do it changes based on the tools I have access to. If those tools are armor, sword and shield, I would be Valkyrie, if they were jewelry and charms I would be more Cupid-esk.”

“So these tattoos are going to be your tools?” He asked.

“Yes, and after I have them I won’t have bodrum escort to get new ones every time I travel into the mortal realm. See each Nike only gets a decade to be here every 100 years. I have been here for three years already looking for tools. If I came into this realm and had my tools with me, I could do a lot more for the world.” She stated whole heartedly.

“Then I suppose I will have to really get them right, and keep you as beautiful as inhumanly possible.”

“How would you….”

“It was a joke. Now about colors.” He said.

Over the course of the night he worked, along her arms, legs, back. Tattoo pencils, paint pens, and a rainbow of markers added color to her elegant skin. They talked about her place in the grand design and how she knew his father. He would reposition her from time to time, not one peep about where his hands were or how uncomfortable a position could be. In fact he had to stop. His lack of sleep was starting to take its toll. After the third attempt at drawling an Omega symbol he put down the marker and shook his head.

“I can’t do anymore right now.” He said.

“I was wondering when you were going to stop. By the clock on the wall over there, it is almost 7 o’clock. You must get some sleep and food, maybe not in that order.” She stood up and slid her dress back on. “I think I should drive, hand me the keys” Holding her hand out.

“Can you even drive?” he asked.

“Yes, it wasn’t that difficult to learn.” She replied.

He thought about it for a moment then tossed her the keys. He was having a hard time focusing on standing, driving was definitely not a good idea. They left the shop and she even locked the door. Once he was in the car in a seated position he was out.

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When his eyes opened again, he was in his own bed. The door to his bedroom stood open and he could hear someone singing, Nikita? He rolled to the side and got a face full of dark sweet smelling hair for his effort. He pushed himself up, Nikita was lying in the bed next to him. It was even more startling to feel that he was naked. Even living alone he would keep boxers on while he slept.

“You are awake” she said softly.

“If you are in here, who is out there singing?” he asked. His eyes darted to the clock, 1:36 pm. “Is it still Saturday?”

“Her name is Ducici, she is a dryad of my acquaintance. You are a heavy man when you are unconscious I needed help carrying you in here, as well as getting you out of the dreadfully tight cloths.” She said, “You have slept for only 7 hours, the day is the same.”

“Dryad? Maiden of the wood, right?” He asked as he fell back into his pillows. “Aren’t they bound to an oak tree or something?”

“Yes, she lives in the one just outside your window.” She said.

“Hmm. I thought that was an elm.” He said. “So I fell asleep in the car, how did you know where I lived? Why didn’t you just wake me and tell me I was home.”

“We tried waking you. That didn’t work, so we carried you. I have known where you dwelled for some time now. I would not have offered you a commission if I hadn’t checked up on you, even with your fathers’ recommendation.” She said. “Tattoos are forever. And in my case that would be fact. Immortals must take great care least we carry scars the same way. You should bath and eat.”

“Nikita, when the artist wakes… Oh, hello Estephan.” Ducici chimed as she walked into the room. “Sir, your cupboards are quite bare. How am I to prepare food if there is nothing here?”

“What at you talking about? I did my shopping day before yesterday.” He said as he hauled himself out of bed and crossed the room. Turning in the hall, it was only four steps to the kitchen. Boxes and cans littered the countertops. Most of the draws looked as thou they had not been unrifled either.

“Where do you keep your meats and cheeses’? Does this house have a pantry somewhere else?” Ducici asked innocently. “Am I missing something? And what creature have you in the growling box?”

“Growling?” He asked as he stepped and opened the refrigerator. “I have plenty of food. See.” He said to the dryad who only timidly peeked into the kitchen from the hall.

Nikita walked past the dryad. “She has just awakened and is not as familiar modern practices. If you have books on the subject…”

“I don’t have any cook books, I am a guy. Meat, fire, and microwave. Not a whole lot to it.” He said.

“You are surely a man, sir.” Ducici said huskily. Her eyes glittered as they played their way down his body. Nikita raised an eyebrow and put on a half grin as well.

He released the fridge door, letting it fall closed as he realized in his haste he was still naked. He grabbed a random box from the counter to cover himself. He could feel the heat in his skin rise as he blushed head to toe. He darted past both of the women and scooted into the bathroom. Closing the door he locked himself in.

Tossing the cake mix aside he looked at himself in the mirror. “Ok this is getting weird. How… What am I going to do? A dryad trying to cook and a nike wanting tattoos.” Shaking his head, “Shower, just get in and try to keep it together.”

Knock, knock.

“What! I just need a little time alone.” He called.

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Jennifer Lowe woke up the next morning thinking about the same thing she had been thinking about the night before. She was thinking about an auction. Not about an auction for a piece of antique furniture or a fine work of art, but of herself. Naked in front of a room full of well dressed people who were going to bid on her services as a sexual slave. This was the new fantasy that blocked all other thought from her mind. Her previous evenings experience as she crawled naked along her condominium’s hallway and humiliated by some of her neighbors had set the fantasy of being a sex slave firmly in her mind.

There were things she needed to learn. She had taken the phone number from that woman Rachel, the Mistress of the slave Ginny, whom she met at the salon when she was waxed. Jennifer knew that she would call her and ask to meet her and discuss what really was involved in the auction process. Since it was the weekend, Jennifer had the time to think, no fantasize, more about what she wanted to do.

There were problems, of course. Jennifer had been successful in building an advertising business. She could step away for a time if she became an auctioned sex slave. After all, she did take vacations and the agency functioned well in her absence. Her new involvement with her neighbor’s was, well, exciting, and she liked the idea of being submissive to them, especially if they increased the sexual part as they hinted they might. She had thought that the auction could take place at Club 35 but Jennifer had dismissed that idea. She didn’t want to be sold to someone who had played with Jennifer at the Club. She wanted a new experience.

Jennifer spent the day naked. She hoped a neighbor would summon her and she would submit to whatever desires they had. But, the summons never happened and Jennifer returned to work the next day. She had already decided that she would not tell Mark, her Personal Assistant, about her latest fantasy. He knew of her submissiveness as did another employee, Christine, who had dominated Jennifer in the past and a new employee, Robin, who also knew of Jennifer’s desire to be dominated and used sexually.

The day passed quickly and Jennifer returned home. She did not receive an envelope from her neighbor’s telling Jennifer that her services were required. Getting over her disappointment, she undressed and made some dinner. Afterwards, she found Rachel’s card and dialed. Rachel answered.

“I hope you remember me. This is Jennifer and we met last week at the salon.”

“Yes, of course I remember. What can I do for you?”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but do you think we could meet and you could tell me more about being auctioned off as a sex slave? After meeting Ginny last week, it’s really all I think about.”

“Of course. Ginny had said to me that she hoped you would call. Why don’t you come over Wednesday night? Say, about 8:00 o’clock?”

“That would be terrific.”

Rachel gave Jennifer the address and reminded her that Ginny was her slave and as such, she would be naked. Jennifer told Rachel that she understood and they said their goodbyes.

Work had succeeded in doing what Jennifer couldn’t do herself; push thoughts of her meeting with Rachel and Ginny out of her mind as issues at work demanded her full attention. Once she was satisfied that the issues at work were solved, she headed home. Once again, there was no letter from her neighbor’s. Jennifer undressed and remained naked, opening her blinds and curtains once she was naked. She had a bite to eat and was going to pay some bills when there was a knock on the door.

Jennifer opened the door after seeing that it was Roger, a neighbor who Jennifer suspected was the ringleader of her neighbor’s organized domination of her.

“Naked. That’s good.” Roger said as Jennifer stepped aside to let him in.

“Tomorrow night at 10:30, you will put your collar on and crawl to my apartment door. Some of your neighbor’s want to sample more of you. It should be fun.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t.” Jennifer replied and thinking quickly, she lied. “I have a business function. We had agreed that if there was a business commitment there would be no conflict with the group.”

“Yes. That is what we agreed. Well then. In thirty minutes put your collar on and crawl to my apartment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Roger.”

Roger turned and left Jennifer’s apartment. Jennifer could feel herself getting wet as she went and took a quick shower. She put her collar on and went to her door. It was time. She opened her door, turned the bolt and bent down and crawled out into the hallway toward Roger’s apartment. Still on the hallway floor, she reached up and knocked on the door. Roger opened the door and stood aside as Jennifer crawled into his apartment.

“What do we have here, gebze escort Roger?” Jennifer recognized Cameron’s voice.

“Looks like a naked slave to me, Cameron.” Jennifer looked up to see Steve, her very tall black neighbor.

“From where I’m sitting, the slave has a wonderful looking ass.” Jennifer turned to see a neighbor who, along with his wife, had spanked and fingered her during her last adventure with her neighbors.

Jennifer, feeling a bit devilish, wiggled her shapely ass at them.

“Now, Steve. That’s not the part we are going to sample tonight. Slave. Get on your knees.”

Jennifer complied and when she was in position, Roger left the room, returning with a towel and a glass. Jennifer could hear the two other men in the room removing their clothes. Roger spread the large towel in front of Jennifer and placed the glass on the floor.

“We were going to do other things to you tomorrow night. But, since you won’t be available, I put this little party together.” Roger smiled at his companions as he began to undress. “Who wants to go first?”

Cameron moved in front of Jennifer, holding his cock. He pushed forward and Jennifer knew what she had to do. She opened her mouth and began to suck on Cameron’s cock. Jennifer moved her tongue over his cock aa he began to swell. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the underside of his cock. She had no difficulty taking the entire length of the cock into her mouth. Jennifer thought to herself that she had certainly sucked larger cocks. Cameron moaned as Jennifer continued her sucking and preparing to swallow everything that Cameron gave her. But that didn’t happen.

Cameron pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth before he began to cum. He rubbed his cock, all the time aiming at Jennifer’s face. His first stream hit her in the forehead. The second on her nose and mouth. Cameron wiped his cock on Jennifer’s face, painting her nose and lips with cum. When he pushed his cock against Jennifer’s lips, she opened her mouth and licked him clean.

When she had finished sucking Cameron’s cock clean, she reached for the towel.

“No!” Roger barked. “Leave the towel where it is.”

Jennifer put the towel back and Steve moved forward. Jennifer could see that he had a bigger cock than Roger. Steve moved in front of Jennifer and she opened her mouth when Steve told her to. He pushed his black cock into her. When Jennifer began to move forward, Steve stopped her.

“Just keep your mouth open.” Steve said.

Jennifer kept her mouth open and let Steve do you what he wanted to do. He pushed his cock in slowly and then withdrew. He pushed in and back out, keeping his cock head inside Jennifer’s mouth. Steve didn’t want a blow job, Jennifer thought. He wants to fuck my mouth. Jennifer didn’t move her head as Steve continued his thrusting. When he pushed the entire length of his cock into Jennifer’s mouth, she gagged. She gagged a few times as Steve pushed into her mouth.

Just like Cameron, Steve pulled out and shot his load onto Jennifer’s face. The cum covered her eyes and cheeks. She felt cum drip onto her mouth. Did they want her to leave or should she lick up the cum dripping on her lips? She swiped her tongue across her lips and swallowed what she had licked.

Roger stood in front of her now.

“Start sucking. I want you to do the work.” Roger ordered and Jennifer moved her head forward and took all of Roger’s cock into her mouth.

Roger’s cock got hard quickly. He placed his hand on top of Jennifer’s head, the only place where there wasn’t any cum. Roger tensed as Jennifer took his cock all the way in. Jennifer moved her head back and dragged her tongue over Roger’s cock. He pulled out as his orgasm approached and aimed his cock at Jennifer’s face. His cum hit her in the eyes and nose.

“Nice one, Roger.” Cameron said as Roger finished shooting on Jennifer’s face.

“Take the glass, Jennifer, and collect all the cum from your face.” Roger ordered.

Jennifer took the glass and with her other hand began to scrape the cum off her face and into the glass. Jennifer got as much off her face as she could but her face still felt sticky.

“You know what to do.” Cameron said.

Jennifer brought the glass to her mouth and tipped the contents into her mouth and swallowed. She had swallowed larger loads but never like this. The three men stood in front of Jennifer and without being told to do so, she sucked each one into her mouth to clean off whatever cum remained.

“Crawl back to your apartment.” Roger said sharply.

Jennifer got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the door. She knew the men were staring at her ass as she crawled. She opened the door and crawled into the hallway and back to her apartment.

Jennifer stood up once inside her apartment. She walked to the bathroom to look at her face. The cum had started to dry. She swiped her tongue over her lips and was able to swallow a little bit more. She turned on the tap and washed gümüşhane escort her face before getting into bed. Before she fell asleep, she wondered how many cocks would cum on her face if she was a sex slave. Perhaps she would find out tomorrow night when she met with Rachel and Ginny.

Work dragged on the next day but satisfied that things were well in hand, Jennifer left a bit early, telling Mark she was meeting friends for dinner. Mark looked at her with a “what kind of friends” look. Jennifer patted Mark on the shoulder as she left.

Back home there were no new letters and Jennifer was deciding what to wear. She remembered what Rachel said about being nude and thought something casual would be appropriate. She wondered if Ginny and her would engage in another sexual encounter. The sixty nine at Nancy’s salon was an unexpected pleasure. Jennifer asked herself if submitting to an auction and being the slave of a person or group, subject to their every whim, was really something that she wanted. The answer always came back “yes.” Settling on a matching bra and panty set, slacks and a pullover blouse, Jennifer slipped on her shoes, grabbed a jacket and left for her appointment with Rachel and Ginny. She hailed a cab and twenty minutes later she rang the bell of their house.

Ginny answered the door wearing nothing but a big smile as she stepped aside to let Jennifer enter.

“We thought the front room would be the most comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please.”

Ginny led Jennifer into the front room. Rachel stood up and walked toward Jennifer.

“Good to see you again.” Rachel said as she shook hands with Jennifer. “Come, sit in this chair.” Rachel pointed to a very comfortable looking chair and Jennifer sat down. Ginny brought her a glass of wine. Rachel already had a glass. Ginny also had a glass of wine which she put on an end table next to Rachel. Ginny sat on the floor at Rachel’s feet. Ginny spoke first.

“You are thinking about selling yourself at an auction, is that correct?”

“Yes, it is. I was hoping you could tell me what it was like, what you experienced.”

“Gladly. But first, we would like to know about you, more importantly, what your experiences are and what you like and don’t like to do.” Rachel said.

Jennifer took a deep breath and explained that after her husband died, there was a sexual void in her life. She had slept with men after her loss but that was unfulfilling. She went on to explain that she then found Club 35 and her early experiences there.

“How did you hear about the club?” Ginny asked.

Jennifer explained that she heard about the Club from an employee who was a member and volunteered at the Club as a Dungeon Guard. Jennifer also said that she found out that another member of her staff also attended the Club.

Ginny smiled at Rachel as Jennifer continued. “Both have been very helpful in me discovering this, uh, sexual side of me.”

“Have they dominated you?” Ginny asked.

“The male is gay and more submissive. He has helped put me in bondage and has applied lube to my rear end, but nothing else. He looks out to make sure my limits are respected at the Club. But the other, a female, has dominated me.”

“I met Rachel at work. Like you, I’ve lost my husband but he was always supportive and helped me discover that being submissive, being a slave, was something that I needed. When Rachel bought me it was for one year but when the year was up, I stayed. You are not dominated at work then?”

“No. Only the two I mentioned and one other person at my company know that I am submissive. There is no mention of it at the office.” Jennifer replied.

“Ginny was dominated at work. She worked naked and from time to time, we would dominate her, either by spanking or paddling, or the men would fuck her and she would go down on the women. It was a small office, and Ginny worked naked.”

“Really?” Jennifer asked Ginny almost in awe.

Ginny got up and went to sit in a chair across from Jennifer.

“If someone came into my cubicle, I would swivel on my chair to face them and do this.” Ginny lifted her legs and draped them over the arms of the chair. He pussy lips were spread open. Ginny stayed in the chair and continued. “I love being naked. I very rarely wear clothes, even at family functions. If we go out, I will wear a short jacket that doesn’t hide very much.”

“I do, too. I stay naked at home. I don’t share my home but I keep the curtains open.”

“Well, if you love being naked, you should get that way know.” Rachel said.

Jennifer bent down to slide off her shoes and stood up to pull her blouse over her head. Her slacks came off next. She put her outer garments on the floor next to her chair. Her bra and panties were quickly removed. Jennifer sat down and with her submissiveness taken control of her, she draped her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her pussy to the view of Rachel and Ginny. izmir escort

“Now that your comfortable, what experiences have you had?” Rachel asked as she stared at Jennifer’s pussy.

Jennifer began to relate her experiences to Rachel and Ginny. She told them of being in the stocks at Club 35 and the heavy whipping she took from Catherine that was followed by an anal gang bang.

“How many guys did you take up your ass?” Ginny asked.

When Jennifer replied that ten cocks had fucked her ass and that she swallowed all ten loads of cum, the two listeners were almost speechless.

“You told me that you like things in your ass when we met at the salon.” Rachel said. “I guess you really do!”

“You mentioned that Ginny likes things in her asshole, too.” Jennifer replied smiling.

“I do, but I’ve never been gang banged by ten cocks in my ass. That’s really incredible.”

Jennifer continued telling of her experiences, and ended with her relating her new experiences with the her neighbor’s.

“So when Nancy mentioned that she had a client who had been sold at an auction, I was, well to be honest, quite turned on. Can you tell me how this happened and what took place and, most importantly, is it safe? I mean, I don’t want to be kidnapped or anything like that.”

Ginny and Rachel laughed.

“It’s quite the tale and we will tell you everything you want to know. We have even alerted someone to the possibility of you auctioning yourself. I would want him to arrange it if you decide to do it.” Rachel said. “But let’s have another glass of wine and I’m sure you would like to stretch your legs. You have been sitting with your pussy on display for over an hour.” Rachel said.

Jennifer and Ginny got up from their chairs and stretched while Rachel took the wine glasses and refilled them. Ginny walked up to Jennifer and put her arms around her.

“You’re really quite beautiful.” Ginny said as she drew Jennifer close, their tits rubbing against each other. When Ginny kissed her, Jennifer open her mouth and let Ginny’s tongue caress the inside of her mouth.

“Now, now.” Rachel said as she put the wine glasses down. “None of that or I will have to spank the two of you.”

“I hope so!” Jennifer replied. Ginny giggled.

Now, it was Ginny’s turn to talk. She told Jennifer about the games she and her late husband played and that eventually led to Ginny telling him about her fantasy of being an auctioned sex slave. She told Jennifer about meeting Jonathan who arranged the first auction and the other times Ginny was sold.

“Sorry to interrupt, but is that the person you mentioned earlier?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, same one. Anyway, I was sold for three days, then again for a week. It was after that time I met Rachel and began to be dominated at work. To be truthful, I loved it.”

Ginny spent the next hour telling Jennifer about the rest of her experiences and how Rachel came to own Ginny.

“So, are you only dominated by Rachel now?” Jennifer asked. Both women smiled and it was Rachel who replied.

“Oh no, we still see friends and people who love to dominate Ginny. The only things that are different are the fact that we love and care for each other and that there are no more auctions for Ginny. But I must say, Jennifer, I am intrigued by your story of being fucked in the ass by ten men. I may have to have Ginny experience that!”

Ginny looked wide eyed at Rachel. “Whatever you wish, Mistress.” Ginny said softly.

“Now, Jennifer. What would you not allow to happen to your during an auction?” Rachel asked.

“The same limits I have at Club 35. No name calling or name calling humiliation. I may behave like a slut but I am not one. Nothing that will break any laws. I’ve learned that I can take a good amount of punishment but I don’t want to be permanently marked or pierced.”

“My goodness! That’s the same as me!” Ginny said. “Maybe we were separated at birth.” Ginny laughed.

“For a first timer, how long do you think I should sell myself for?”

“It was a long weekend for me, then a week. I would suggest either of those. The people who would bid on you would be known and screened. You would have to have someone deliver you to the auction site and pick you up at the appointed time.” Rachel said. “And, you will be naked the entire time.”

“I love being naked and I have someone who can take me and pick me up.”

“Ginny. Our guest looks like she could use some relief the way she keeps touching her pussy. Go eat her while I get some toys. Do you want to play, Jennifer?”

“Oh, yes please!”

Ginny began to crawl toward Jennifer as Rachel left the room. Ginny stopped in front of Jennifer, her face inches away from Jennifer’s spread pussy.

“I hope you do the auction. I was so turned on during my sale and the time with the winning bidders was more than I ever expected.”

Jennifer didn’t answer. Ginny began to take long licks along Jennifer’s slit, sucking Jennifer’s clit into her mouth. Jennifer threw her head back and let Ginny pleasure her. Ginny placed her hands against Jennifer’s hips and pulled Jennifer closer to her mouth. Jennifer moaned as Ginny continued to lap up all of Jennifer’s juices. Neither woman noticed that Rachel had returned to the room.

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Dramatis Personae:
Nick Shaw: Entrepreneur and Eternal Master of the ‘Order’
Kat Shaw: Nick’s Stepsister and Manager of Numenor Technology Arkham Mass.
Petra Shaw: ‘Deceased’ Stepmother now avatar
Jesse Tillinghast: Computer Genius and Nick’s Close Friend
Terry Wilkes: Software Genius and Nick’s Close Friend
William Bell Jr: Close Friend of Nick’s (Deceased)
Akira Kusanagi: Nephilim and Silent Master of the ‘Order’
Sora: Member of the Sisterhood and Kat’s bodyguard
Fire Heart: High Priestess of the Osirins and member of the Bast tribe
Nightwind: Biomechanical Avatar for Nick based off the Bast Osirin form
Mary Stone: Nephilim and Bakaret (Soul Thief)
Oswald Sebastian Kane or ‘Oz’: Nephilim (Via Professor Griffin’s Serum) and general rogue
Quincy Morris or ‘Quinn’: Nephilim (Via the Bloodstone Ring) owner of Quinn’s Emporium
Augustus Eisermann: Mayor of Hammerton Mo.
Celeste Eisermann: Daughter of Augustus Eisermann and Cyan Michaels
Cyan Michaels: Billionaire and Philanthropist
Gadda Doin: Farmer/Recluse whose property borders Mary Stone’s (Loki’s Father?)
Marie Dubois: Cajun and Majestrix of the Sisterhood
Loki: Ancient Immortal once worshipped as a Deity in many cultures and agent of chaos
Fen: Loki’s son
Magus: Rogue Zeitgeist that once answered to the Old Ones (Albino)
Garnet: Svartalfar and companion to Magus (Rune Mage)
Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight: Secret Organization headed by the Eternal Master
Silent Shadows or the ‘Sisterhood’: female arm of the ‘Order’ who answer only to Akira
Nephilim: Hybrid offshoot of Humans and the Old Ones
Osirins: A group of tribes of humanoids that were sired by the Egyptian Gods in antiquity
Old Ones: Ancient Race of Humanoids who origins date back to the Hyperborean Age
Shifters: Short for Shape Shifters and able to alter their form at will
Svartalfar: Dark Aelves who once lived beneath Ygdrassil the World Tree
Akhkharu: Virulent predecessors to the Nephilim led by the Dark Mother
Numenor and Beyond (Nick)

December 5th, 2012

I knew that I couldn’t put off the conversation with Akira much longer and she did deserve to know what was going on but first I had a myriad of tasks to set into motion. I was eternally grateful for the fact that I had outstandingly gifted avatars to carry out my will without question or reservation. They stood waiting eagerly to be given these monumental tasks to accomplish and they didn’t have much time to complete them.

“Surfer,” I directed my most difficult task to him.

“Yes Master Nick,” he said with a beaming smile.

“I need you to make sure that the following museums are emptied and their contents moved to the designated locations.” I said sending him the information via holographic keypad.

“Yes Sir,” his expression became a little stressed. “I will do my best.”

“Lilith,” I said turning to the lovely young woman once more now that I was Master of the Isle she could drop her demonic appearance.

“Yes Master,” she purred.

“I have a list of young people who need to be located and tested for possible entrance into the school once it opens next year.”

“Yes Master, consider it done.”

“Morrigan,” I said turning to the once goddess.

“Yes Sir,” she bowed.

“I need you to observe the following locations for me unseen and report back to me in a week’s time. The information I require is in this file.” I said sending her a tiny document.

“It will be done.”

“Grim,” I turned to face my digital twin.

“Yes Nick,” he replied and all the others glared at him but he just smiled.

“I need you to go to the Vatican and have them empty their library and the contents of their private holdings and deliver them here.” I said once more sending a small digital file.

“Sir? Why are we moving relics, artwork and irreplaceable items?” Grim asked.

The gasp from the other avatars was loud in the small room.

“Because Grim if they are not removed they will not be there after the turn of the year.” I said with little or no emotion.

“OH… very well, I will make sure everything is secured on time Sir.”

That was that and with a nod from me they vanished.

“What about me,” Petra appeared tapping her foot.

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” I told her.

“How can I help Nick,” she asked.

“I need you to find the two shifters that have managed to sneak on board and murder two of the crew.”

“What?” she said in shock. “How long have they been on board?”

“Since before Aries went off and they may even be inoculated against Aries. I don’t need any more of the crew being replaced.”

“How am I supposed to spot shape shifters Nick,” she asked.

“You and Nightwind are going to work together to find them,” I told her.

“So that’s why you had her aksaray escort made,” Petra asked.

“It’s one of the reasons,” I say.

“Can I ask what the other is,” she asked with a smile. “I hear she’s ‘fully’ functional.”

“That she is, she can even achieve an orgasm or two, so I have been told.”

“You mean you haven’t…” she looked at me and placed her hand on my forehead. “…are you feeling well Nick?”

“I’m fine,” I tell her.

“So you say but your core temperature is only seventy two degrees. What’s going on?”

Sigh. Without hesitation I launched into the full tale of Bennu and the dire alchemy she worked upon me and what occurred after. I left nothing out and I saw the pain in her face and the desire to somehow protect me from the past.

“Oh Nick,” she said. “I wish there was something I could do to take it all away.”

“I know mom,” I told her.

“I will find these murderers for you but how do you know they are on board the Numenor?”

“The shifters are direct offspring of the Elder Things,” I explained. “After I swallowed the gift I can sense the presence of anything that is tied to them. Whether it is technology, locations or living beings; it is part of knowing what they know I guess.”

“Any suggestions on how I find them,” Petra asked.

“Actually I do,” I said as I sent her an upgrade.

“Ooh that tickles,” she giggled. “What does it… oh my god…?”

“Now you know how to find them.”

“Yes, yes I do,” she said tears flowing. “I will have Akira arrest them once I locate them.”

“Once they are in custody bring them to me,” I say.

Vatican City, Rome (Morrigan)

December 6th, 2012

The throngs of the faithful had diminished little since the outbreak of Project Aries or what the world was calling the Angel of Death. It had taken the lives of what some experts were saying were up to seventy percent or higher of the entire human population; a full twenty percent higher than the Black Death centuries before. Cardinal Renaldo Giovanni was taking his duty by hearing the confessions of the high ranking members of the church. Much to his surprise a veiled woman knelt across from him and crossed herself and began the prayer in fluent Italian.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was two hundred and thirty five years ago,” she said.

“My child what is the meaning of…” he began but then she continued his blood ran cold.

“Hello Longinus,” she said raising her head and he saw those piercing green eyes.

“YOU,” he hissed. “What are you doing here demon?”

“Oh Longinus is that any way to greet an old lover,” Morrigan whispered.

“What do you want Morrigan,” he whispered back.

“A good friend of mine is going to seek you out later today. I need you to help him without question.”

“And why should I do that?”

“For two very good reasons lover, the first is that if you don’t I will tell his Holiness who you really are. The second and more important reason is that he is a member of the Order. You remember your commitment to the Order don’t you Longinus?”

“My loyalties are to the church Morrigan,” he said.

“I was counting on that,” she said her eyes glittering. “The request my friend is going to make has to do with preserving the treasures of the church.”

“What’s going on,” he asked his handsome features growing pale. “It isn’t over is it?”

“No old friend it isn’t. If you have any sway over your fellow cardinals and the pope I would strongly suggest seeking higher ground. I can’t say any more than that but do it soon before the turn of the year.”

“Did the Order have anything to do with this plague?”

“I don’t know,” she lied. “But they are trying to preserve art, history and irreplaceable artifacts. If you really serve this church of yours help my friend when he arrives,” Morrigan said taking to her feet.

“Where are you going,” the cardinal asked.

“I have other museums and collections to save. Don’t hesitate Longinus, you were a soldier once and this is a good time to fall back on those old habits of taking orders. I hope we meet again.”

“Goodbye Morrigan,” he said making the sign of the cross.

“Farewell Longinus, may your god be with you.”

Antwerp, Belgium (Dark Mother)

Silver Twilight Lodge

The pack swarmed into the interior of the once regal and stately building now little more than a husk of its former glory. The interior had been stripped of everything of any real value long ago and what was left were shards and fragments of the terrific blast that ended the lives of several key members of the Order. Following the pack were a group of six, four men and two women they were all elegantly dressed in the fashion of centuries passed. One in particular stood out from all others as she was taller, more regal and carried a hidden power the others both feared and yearned to possess themselves. She was the Dark Mother and the ruination of the Nephilim race. She was a walking disease that spread not only amasya escort to her children but her human victims as well. Those that fell beneath her fangs rose again hideously changed and were infectious themselves and so the Akhkharu grew with each new casualty.

“Pity this was once a place of great beauty and power,” the Dark Mother mused to her children. “Though it may still hold secrets for those skilled enough to find them; Engineer search this place for hidden things and report back to me when and if you find anything.”

“Yes Mother,” replied one of the tall nobles who had entered the Lodge with her.

Then they entered the main meeting hall and found the victims of the blast still lying where the concussive force had flung them broken and shattered. The Dark Mother did not miss the fact that their signet rings were untouched. Whoever stripped this place must have belonged to the Order otherwise common thieves would have taken the gold and jeweled rings on these men’s fingers. How interesting.

“Lord and Lady Kusanagi search the bodies and find me the highest ranking member among them.”

“Yes Mother,” they said and stooped and moved among the bodies examining the rings.

“Here Mother,” Lady Kusanagi called out. “Here is a Temporal Master.”

“I must agree none of the others are that high of rank Mother,” Lord Kusanagi confirmed.

“Excellent,” she said as she moved to stand over the corpse. “Eww it appears this one was very close to the blast when it occurred. What do you make of that my children?”

“They were traitors,” Lady Kusanagi said without hesitation. “Why else would their rings still be here?”

“My thoughts as well daughter,” the Dark Mother purred as she ran her fingers through her child’s hair. “Now gather what bits and pieces appear to belong to this one and set them atop the corpse.”

“Yes Mother,” all of the children replied as they got on their hands and knees nobles and commoner alike searching.

“Ooh I see teeth in the ceiling,” said one of the pack as he climbed the wall like some giant insect to retrieve them.

“And here in the wall is part of a jawbone,” said another.

So very meticulously they managed to search, pry loose and scavenge what remained of the Temporal Master.

“Very good my children. Now watch a deep and dark magic at work,” the Dark Mother said as she slit her wrist and let fall her precious dark blood.

It was the bones that first reacted to the blood, turning black as pitch and reassembling themselves. The shattered skull remolded itself into a proper dome and the pieces of the lower jaw became as one with a sickening crunch. Then the spine and ribs molded into a recognizable shape followed by the hips and lastly the arms, legs, hands and feet were restored to whole. Now the muscle and internal organs reconstituted themselves from the smallest bits left on the thousand dollar suit and spread and grew until it appeared as if he had been skinned alive. Lastly was the skin that puddled over the body like molten wax and spread and covered the corpse until with a final transformation became snowy white and without mar. And the crystal fine hair that sprang from his skull into a long shimmering mane that would hang down to his middle back. With a flickering of eyelids the Temporal Master awoke reborn. He brought his hand to his face and then touched his cheeks and shuddered remembering the terrible sensation of being flung like a rag doll and being ripped apart before the darkness came. He sat up and examined his body and seemed intrigued most of all at his colorless hair so long and luxurious.

“I’m not dead,” he said and even his voice was deeper and richer than in life.

“Not anymore my child,” replied the Dark Mother from above him.

“Who are you,” he asked as he shakily got to his feet looking her in the eye unflinching.

“I am your Mother and the reason you still live,” she said with a serpentine smile.

His mind was already at work analyzing his situation and came to one singular conclusion.

“This is going to cost me big time,” he muttered and the Dark Mother laughed.

“Yes child it is,” she agreed. “Now tell me what your name is?”

“I am Sebastian Shaw,” he said and the entire pack took a step back.

“Really,” she said looking him over. “Oh my children we have worked a very dark and terrible magic upon our enemy this night.”

“Who is your enemy,” Sebastian asked.

“Why your son Nicholas of course,” she said smiling all the more.

“Nick,” he whispered. “How can Nick be a threat to someone like you?”

“You obviously don’t know your son as well as you might think Sebastian Shaw. He has become Death, Shiva the Destroyer and the Shatterer of Worlds. Tell him Lady Kusanagi. Tell him all about your daughter and his beloved son.”

“Yes Mother,” the ethereal creature said as she approached the half naked man. “My daughter is Akira Kusanagi, bound servant to your son Nicholas Shaw. What you may not know is that she is the Majestrix of the Sisterhood. antalya escort No. The Silent Shadows that serve the Hidden Master?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened in disbelief as he shook his head in denial and then the pieces began to fall into place. The small things like how the mayor of Dunwich had been so very generous with a priceless automobile. The mysterious funding of Numenor Technologies and the gift of a multimillion dollar super yacht to a mere boy; but where did it all begin? He lost a dear friend at school and was it a coincidence that the boy’s father was a member of high standing within the Order? Was William Bell Senior really the Hidden Master? If he was then the ring would have passed to his son and if the burden were too much would he have given the ring to Nick? Did a simple desperate act of cowardice of a weak son elevate his own child to the rank of Hidden Master? Oh dear god it all makes sense now! So it had been Nick who had dueled and beaten the Grandmaster! And his own plans to overthrow the powers that be within the Order had unknown to him set father against son. Did Nick order his death? Did he know? He had to talk to him, he had to look his son in the eye and discover that truth for his own sake. Oh Nick I didn’t know son, I didn’t know!

“Why are you weeping Sebastian Shaw,” the Dark Mother crooned.

“My son, I need to speak with my son,” he said his voice breaking. “I have to know.”

“Did your son order your death or was it the Eternal Master who discovered your plot is that it?”

“Yes,” he sobbed.

“Well I am going to give you that very chance Sebastian Shaw. I mean what is a mother for if not to reunite father and son?”

“I won’t kill my child,” he said turning to face her.

“You will if I tell you to child of mine,” she snarled and snatched him effortlessly off his feet. “I brought you back and can end you just as easily.”

Sebastian slumped in her grasp and she nodded and set him gently down.

“Get him some proper clothing and someone to eat, he must be starving,” the Dark Mother ordered and the pack swarmed out into the night and brought food and clothing.

Sebastian Shaw tore off what was left of his clothing and made his way to the communal showers the Order provided visiting members. He found that by some miracle the water was still running in this shell of bygone days. So he lathered up and washed the ashes and other filth from his porcelain skin and once clean he felt remotely human considering his situation. The archives of the Order had mentioned other races that lived alongside of humanity but he never believed them until now. He had become one. He dried off and went to his locker and opened it. Antwerp had been one of his favorite stops along his European route and he had spent many good days and nights by the sea. Sebastian looked at his much changed reflection in the locker’s mirror and gasped.

“So young,” he murmured to himself.

He looked barely older than Nick now. There was the change in skin color and musculature that was nothing short of amazing. He doubted there was an ounce of body fat on his new frame and the power he felt, the raw strength, was intoxicating. Then he remembered he had died and she had brought him back. That damnable woman had turned him into a monster! His rage rose and he saw the not so subtle changes take place in the mirror. His eye color changed from their blue green to an almost silver color and his feeding fangs slid down and into place and the shock drowned his anger and he turned away from the mirror.

He looked at the contents of what remained of his past life. There was so little of it that really mattered until he saw the gift. There tucked away forgotten and almost lost was Nick’s birthday gift to him. He had never even bothered to open it. He had always been so damn busy trying to make money and for what? It had cost him his first wife and maybe even his second. He picked up the box and sat on the floor of the locker room and gently tore off the paper savoring the moment; that was something he hadn’t done since he was a child. He set the paper down on the floor next to him and opened the lid of the box and saw the watch. It was just like Nick’s and he knew that the key to rebuilding his family lie in the secret that watch held. He set it on his wrist and watch in amazement as the band slid down and into perfect position. He felt the thrum as the watch powered up and the digital numbers spun until they settled on the current time and date gleaned from a source somewhere.

‘December 7th, 2012,’ said the silvery female voice of the avatar within.

“Do not speak until I tell you to,” he ordered it.

‘Yes Master Sebastian,’ then it went silent and dark and was just a plain old watch.

He rose and headed back to the pack and the Dark Mother smiling a secret smile. Sebastian strode into the blasted wreck of a room and found them waiting for him with clean clothing and a gorgeous young girl who couldn’t be much older than Kat.

“The prodigal son returns,” the Dark Mother purred. “I see you washed the shit and filth off, good lad. Get dressed and feed. You need to keep up your strength.” One of the pack whispered in her ear and she nodded and smiled. “Yes Gregori you are right, perhaps you should eat first Sebastian then dress. The first time can be a little messy.”

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He’d just packed his bags and was headed for the door. Every last bit of her soul cried out for him to stay but she said nothing. It was always like the little imp to keep her mouth shut when she should speak and had it rambling when she should be silent. His steps took him ever closer to his final exit and she just couldn’t take it.

A strained whimper turned into a desperate cry. The sound breached the silence and made him stop in his tracks. The plopping sound of his bags hitting the floor ensued. It couldn’t be this easy. Not with a temper that rivaled the fires of hell when it was in full swing motion.

He barely had time to duck before the vase hit the wall beside the door and sent shards flying toward him. The twist of his body bending over and down was instinct pure and simple. The look of unadulterated anger with a tinge of hatred bore into her once he let his eyes fall on her. “You little bitch.”

She remained in his visage a shaking lump of emotion that was coiled around the inner fear she could no longer hide. “I don’t want you to go….please don’t.” Glistening amber eyes met his dark orbs and pleaded with him. The disheveled look suited her despite the pain that tormented her soul. She was the epitome of a raging brat with a sensual core full of adoration. And despite her own good she couldn’t pull back even for him. It would be up to the man before her to show mercy and curtail the downward spiral they had plunged themselves into.

Thick fingertips graced a shard of glass and held it in a threatening manner. “Prove it. You’ll fucking do as your told or the mess I make will require a stay in the hospital. Do I make myself clear pet?” His words hit home and to make sure he knew it she placed herself on the edge of the bed, perched on her knees so she could still look up to him.

She rubbed her palms on her denim clad thighs to ease the itching sensations that began to inflame her flesh. What was she supposed to do with her hands? Her nerves were beyond frazzled and he was descending on her fast. His shadow fell upon her and forced her to gaze up at him, amber eyes full of unshed tears. “I’m sorry Daddy…”

With the back of his hand he swept her tangled hair from her face and caressed her cheek before landing a swift blow that nearly knocked her to the side. “Get up.” he muttered while she righted herself. “Not another word princess or I’ll stitch that pretty little mouth up myself. And as delicious as it would be to force my cock into that bratty mouth of yours all stitched up, I’ve got other things in mind.”

The hand holding the shard of glass slipped up to caress her face. She couldn’t help but sob and tried her best not to squirm. The tip of the broken glass bit into her with a smooth stroke that parted the line of flesh where her skin and lower lip met. The tiny cut immediately burst with tiny droplets of blood that expanded and lazily ran down her chin.

“The next time you use this mouth, you will think of what comes out of it. And every spasm of pain that comes to you is well earned. I believe you need the simple reminder don’t you pet?” Dragging his fingertips through her essence he took a firm grip of her chin and nodded her head for her. “Good girl.”

Thick lashes lay on her cheeks when she closed her eyes. The fresh blossom of pain he’d created bloomed bright in her senses. She never felt more alive than when she was in his grasp. To have him leave would have been a tiny death in and of itself. Turning her eyes back up to him she parted her lips and swiped her tongue along the fresh wound and groaned.

His tongue shared in the delight when his lips crushed hers in a rough kiss that simply made the wound deeper. “Mine…” he whispered against her lips just as his teeth sunk into her ordu escort lower lip and tugged back. The cry that escaped her was muffled but hit a pitch that proved he’d marked her with pain yet again.

“You’re to unfasten my belt with your mouth. Keep in mind while doing my bidding that it’s your mouth that’s managed to get you in trouble pet, and you are going to be punished over and over again for your transgressions.” Crimson covered lips were licked clean before he stood up in front of her and waited with arms crossed.

He’d put her on the spot knowing full well she never performed well in such situations. But this time she put herself in such a position. She almost had to pinch herself. He was here….he wasn’t leaving. The relief flooded her senses and fueled her fire. And if it meant she had to take whatever sadistic punishment he came up with…she’d take it and ask for more.

The blood continued to seep from the cut to her mouth and coated her chin with a thin veil of red. Closing her eyes and bowing her head she lifted herself on her knees and moved closer to him without leaving the bed. She welcomed the coarse sensation of his jeans against her palms when she slid her hands around his hips and leaned in to gently roll her head against his abdomen.

A masculine hand reached down and slid through her hair with an adoring touch. She wasn’t sure what hurt more, the tenderness that rang clear through his sadistic reign or the actual application of pain. Either way she adored him for it. It hurt to open her mouth, knew it would. That was the whole point after all.

Gingerly she parted her lips and winced, grabbing the tip of his belt with her teeth to ease it through the buckle. She had to use her tongue to slide it past the metal, swiping at the leather until she could grasp the loop with her teeth and tug his belt past the first metal obstacle. The act pulled at the vicious cut until it began to tear further. A protest was lodged in her throat and two seconds shy of passing between her lips when she heard the telltale grunt of approval from him.

Biting back her words, again she grasped the leather with her teeth and pulled the belt back to work it free from the buckle completely. Black leather held a sheen of crimson and the indentions of her teeth where her mouth had been. But she’d managed to bite and pull at his belt until it was worked free from the first loop of his jeans.

The clatter of metal ensued coupled with the distinct scent of leather. She raised a hand to grab for his belt and was met with another cut from the glass. A whispered gasp filtered up to him as she clutched at the cut and looked up to him. “I told you no hands pet.” A smile that was tender beat her down more than his hand ever could have. To prove his point, the sharp point of the glass now held a healthy dose of her blood oozing from the tip.

His face was set when she searched it for any signs of mercy. This was her mercy. He was going to drive her to the ends of sadistic distraction in order to claim the wicked beastly little brat she’d become. Without looking at her he whispered, “The belt pet…finish what you’ve begun…now.”

Lowering her head she eased back up to him with a graceful motion that arched her back and jut her ass out at a sharp angle. He landed a sharp crack to her denim covered ass and reprimanded her for still being dressed. Every trick in the book was going to be used to get her off track. In a flurry he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

Blazing eyes watched her continue to work his belt out of the loops of his jeans while he landed another cracking blow to her ass. Before she could pull the belt any further, his hand was thundering down on her ass at an alarming rate and osmaniye escort she was dancing in the fire that burned her flesh regardless of her clothing.

Finally she had completely worked his belt free and held it tight between her teeth, offering it to him with a whimper that implored him. He paid no attention to the fact that she’d done as she was told. Instead he pushed her back on the bed and yanked her legs from beneath her so she was prone before him.

Stepping in-between her legs he reached down and ripped her shirt from her body and was met with the rippling motion of bare breasts springing free from the confines. She used the belt now, biting into it to ease the angst that was starting to grow. The need was so great she was almost thankful for the makeshift bit.

Dark eyes roved over her jeans and settled on her waist. The smile that curved his lips scared her and warmed her heart at the same time. “Hold still pet, I’d hate to have you bled dry before I’m done with you.” With a precision that was frightening he jammed the sharp edge of the glass into the crotch of her jeans and violently ripped up to split the stiff seam.

A sharp scream exploded from her as the glass bit into her labia but only knicked her flesh. Her heart was pounding and rivaled the roar of blood rushing through her ears. The shaking of her body told him that he had her right where he wanted her. She was pliable and would listen. Had any other man other than a sadist had her in his clutches, the claiming of the little beast would have been nigh impossible.

The rest of her jeans were ripped apart and disposed of by a man that was in no mood to be trifled with. He’d discarded the piece of glass for the belt and yanked it from her mouth. Cracking it down at her, he told her simply to lay her hands flat on the bed and lift her lower body up and hold the position.

This required her to spread her legs and leave herself completely open to him. Her breasts eased down with the rise of her ass from the bed. Before she had herself in position he’d swung the belt and landed the first blow to her bare cunt. He was pleased by the scream that burst from her lungs. “Higher pet….now.” he growled softly.

Shaking her head back and forth she braced her feet and let out a strangled cry when finally lifting herself from the bed. Raven locks curled against the seeping wound beneath her lower lip, blood clinging to silken strands that caressed the cut. It was the stinging bite of the belt that now held her attention. The belt kissed her again and marked her flesh with a welt that raised her skin with a strip of white that turned a garish pink then red.

His eyes were filled with his pet, yielding and begging for forgiveness, just where he liked her. Raring back he let the belt mark her flesh again, his hand soon to follow with a smack that landed on her mound with a grip so tight she had to fight to hold her place. Thick fingers curled deeper into her flesh and held her unyieldingly, digging into her cunt to feel just how excited she was for him. He yanked her forward onto her knees and relented for a moment, leaving her lying back perched on her knees.

“Is my pet wet for me?” he whispered in her ear while leaning over her body. He answered his own question by sliding two fingers between her nether lips to jab them straight into her molten core. The evidence was before him, coating the belt in his hand with a slick patina of pure desire. A needy groan was his answer along with the clenching motion of her inner walls daring to drag his fingers in deeper. She twisted her hips and bucked up into his hand only to find he’d withdrawn his fingers and given her what she deserved.

The belt slapped against her cunt and sinop escort curved around her thigh to create half of an x, soon to be crossed by another lashing blow. The tears poured from her eyes when he ground out from between his teeth, “Mine…all fucking mine!” In a fury the belt released every bit of anger he contained. Her body was his fucking canvas and he was going to mark her with every cursed hue of pain he could manage.

She cried out over and over again within the rain of leather breaking her flesh with welts that now bled and coated her body with blood stained precision. The belt inched up her body and soon her stomach and breasts were covered with the marks of a sadist. She could barely catch a breath and broke her silence with pleas that begged for forgiveness, “Please Daddy…I’m sorry!” she sobbed.

“Be still!” he snapped at her. They were both breathing heavy as if their life depended on that last breath. He braced himself with one arm, nearly lowering himself across her body, a primal growl telling her that he wasn’t going to wait any longer. His pants had been ripped down to allow his rigid cock to spring from them.

Agony claimed her and grew stronger when rough hands flipped her so that her beaten body was crushed into the bed. The softest of sheets felt as rough as sandpaper and seemed to cut into her as harshly as the belt had. She couldn’t help but scream but was soon silenced by his hand clamping over her mouth to pull her neck back and bow her body.

Her legs had been forced apart by his so he had the freedom to fuck her however he wanted. The sharp edges of her teeth sunk into his hand and he allowed it…even welcomed it. With a deep groan he shoved his cock in her pulsing cunt and began to thrust like a mad man.

He pressed her body into the bed so hard she screamed against his hand and bit down even harder. The sheets claimed the crimson depths of her pain and turned from a stark white to a gentle pink and finally a harsh red. His body shoved her down solidly into the bed with each and every thrust there after. This was about his pleasure and her punishment. There would be no command to cum.

Her cries died down to a mere whimper. Clear vision grew blurry with the crimson hue of passion. The slick sounds of their bodies colliding drove them both into an esoteric oblivion. Closing her eyes she felt each thrust in a slow motion that did not match the exact action. He spread her wide and made her squeeze down around him even harder to keep him, to hold him deep within and never let go.

The tip of her tongue played against his flesh that she’d just bitten, moaning with the sweet turn of pain into pleasure. The harder he fucked her the more she wanted. It was a hunger that he fed, a give and take that they fell into when in one another’s arms. And although she felt so very lost among these heady sensations, she knew she’d been found once again by her Master.

The plea he knew so well vibrated against his hand, she was begging for his cum. Another cry encumbered by pain erupted from her, soon to be replaced with the fervent cry of pleasure. He was her obsession and every dark sadistic dream in between. He thrust in firm and true, spearing her so hard her slick little cunt was about to split.

Both hands grabbed her waist to propel her back on his cock while he thrust with abandon. He seized up, crying out to her, letting her know just how much he adored her, knees locking as he shoved his cock in one last time and filled her with his white hot cum.

He rolled his hips and pumped into her slow and leisurely so he could feel how hot and tight she was for him. She’d coated every inch of his shaft with her own silent release. He knew the little minx would cum from the brutal attack. Leaning over her body he kissed her shoulder and nuzzled her neck while she lay spent and quite unable to move. His cock remained inside her as he lay down beside her and pulled her in his arms, shielding her from the world.

“Mine.” he whispered quietly.

“And don’t you forget it.”

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The serpent’s head slumped to the floor, scarlet blood gushing from its severed neck. The rest of the body stood for a second longer before collapsing into a writhing heap on the smooth, black basalt. Heidr snorted, spitting a few drops of blood from his mouth. He never quite got used to the metallic tang. He wiped his sword on the tattered remains of his tunic, tossing the fabric aside and striding forward in little more than blood, sweat and a loincloth. His thick mane of blond hair stuck to his neck. His skin glistened in the light of the strange red torches, strong muscles rippling under tanned brown skin.

It had been a long climb. And one full of peril.

The enormous snake he’d encountered in this shrine -with its pillars of black and gold encircling a colossal jewel-encrusted statue of some profane deity- had not been the first danger. There had been the lions at the gates of the outer wall, the half-human ape things that roamed the courtyards and, of course, the demonic guardian of the tower doors. All had met similar ends at Heidr’s hands and longsword. No mere plunderer could ever conceive of trying to raid the Black Keep, and yet here he was in the belly of it. But he couldn’t stop and loot; not until he knew for sure that the sorceress who ruled here was dead. Magic users had an annoying habit of holding grudges, you see.

Heidr kicked his sandals away, padding quietly across cold stone floors and hefting his sword in two hands. There was something in the air that had his skin erupting in goose-bumps; a tingle, a spark of life. Magic, most likely, coupled with the growing smell of spiced incense. He was getting closer to her chambers. He climbed a spiral staircase that seemed to cover the whole circumference of the enormous tower, creeping inch by inch, tapping with his foot for pressure plates and tripwires. Nothing. Either she did not expect anyone to make it this far -an understandable assumption for any other mortal man- or she was confident enough in her abilities.

And if she were confident, Heidr would have to be quick in slaying her.

At last, the basalt stairs brought him to a door. Solid mahogany, set with vast squares of obsidian and gold filigree depicting acts both macabre and lewd. He pressed his ear to it and heard nothing. That set his nerves on edge. He took a few steps back, squared his shoulders, and charged. The door swung open easily, and it was only his experience in battle that stopped him from tumbling to the hard floor. Instead, he slowed, brandishing his sword and searching for immediate danger.

The room was large and circular, with the same ring of black and gold pillars as the shrine below. But where below there was a statue to some serpentine abomination, here there was a broad, raised dais covered in large pillows and exotic furs. Figures lounged amongst them; women of many shades but one shape, namely petite and willowy. And at the centre of the dozen or so slender girls stood a tall, imposing figure with a predatory smile.

Her skin and statuesque beauty made her look as if she had been carved from the same basalt as her keep, but she was so full of warmth and life that she seemed to be a fire amongst black ice. Like the stone, she too was adorned with gold and jewels, in the form of bangles on her arms and feet, chains and pendants dangling between full breasts, and a bright girdle that hung on her ample hips. Not a scrap of cloth to provide her voluptuous frame with any sort of modesty. Her body was void of hair, including on her head, and everything shone as if she were oiled. Her smile and slow, deliberate movements gave her all the grace and power of a big cat as she stood, staring down at the barbarian.

“Welcome, brave Heidr,” She purred, “I am Yomela, and I have been expecting you.”

Heidr grunted, readying his sword.

“Oh? Not a word for your gracious host?” Yomela smirked, “And after I went through such trouble to provide you with entertainment.”

“Perhaps you should have found me something more challenging,” Heidr said bluntly.

“And exhaust you too soon? You’re not the only one who enjoys a good struggle.”

“Then we could have met alone. Or do you need your tricks and traps to fight?”

“I need no defences. My wiles alone disarm my foes.” She dragged her hands down her curves, the bangles and chains tinkling.

“Your wiles won’t save y-” Heidr started, before something between a gust of wind and an enormous fist slammed into his stomach, sending him hurtling through the air and onto the hard floor with a sickening crack. He pushed himself onto his knees, struggling for breath before another slammed into his back from above.

“I didn’t say my wiles were all I had, barbarian,” Yomela chuckled. She flicked her hand up, and the invisible hand threw Heidr into the air, crashing him into the ceiling before he collapsed into a heap at the steps of the dais. “Come now, kneeling so soon? I expected more from you.”

Heidr snarled, whirling on one foot and swinging the balıkesir escort massive sword at the sorceress’ unprotected neck. He felt the blade stop in something, and for a second, he smiled until he noticed that his arms had stopped as well. Everything had stopped as if hundreds of invisible hands were holding him in place. The sword’s blade quivered a mere inch away from Yomela’s neck, and one inch more away from her frightening smile.

“A noble attempt,” She said. Yomela pushed the blade down and out of Heidr’s hands with two fingers, stepping down the dais and passing behind him. “But a foolish one. Do you know how many like you have tried the same trick?”

“I will be the first to succeed.” Heidr shook as he tried to pull himself free from whatever spell was holding him fast.

“They all said the same. Didn’t you, slaves?”

It was only then that Heidr noticed something about the figures that had lounged on the dais; not one of them had breasts. They were slender and girlish, with long hair and soft faces, but their hips were also small and their chests completely flat. They were nearly naked, dressed in just a silk loincloth and identical chokers, each with a single smooth, white gem dangling from it. One of them shifted their legs, and the loincloth fell away. Heidr’s eyes widened; they were not women at all. They were -or perhaps had been- men.

“What curse have you wrought on them, witch?” Heidr hissed, struggling against the invisible bindings.

“Curse? Ha!” Yomela’s bark of laughter was like the tolling of an ominous bell, “I have freed them from the curse they were born with. A curse you share.”

“What are you babbling about?”

“Oh, you think you’re so mighty, don’t you? Cleaving your way through every problem, thinking only about the next thing you can kill, or eat, or fuck,” Yomela cupped his chin with her hand, “It’s so… pathetic. Like you have something you need to prove. Some desperate need to show the world ‘I am a man!’ Tell me, barbarian; who are you proving yourself to?”

“Stop speaking in riddles, witch!” Heidr snarled.

“Maybe you don’t know yourself. Or maybe… the person you are trying to prove your might to is yourself. Because deep down in that thick head of yours…” She leant in close, whispering in his ear, “You know you’re not a real man at all.”

“Your words and tricks will not sway me!”

“They do not need to. My actions will speak far louder.” Yomela pushed his head back. He felt like he would fall for half a second before his body seemed to float in the air as if he were suspended in water. Or perhaps something thicker, like oil. Regardless, Yomela could move him as though he were paper. She floated him away from the dais, pushing his limbs until he was prone. With a little smirk, she yanked his loincloth away. Her eyebrow cocked, and she smiled at him, tracing a finger along his exposed shaft. “My, it’s almost a shame to waste this.”

“Is that all you have sought? Someone to lie with?” Heidr scoffed.

“I have lain with many. And will lay with many more. But this thing of yours will never get to enjoy me, barbarian.”

Heidr struggled against the invisible force. “You are cruel, witch!”

“No. What I offer is mercy,” Yomela said. Her hands slipped around his cock and balls, slowly palming them both. Her soft skin felt good, he had to admit, and she knew exactly where to touch and squeeze. It wasn’t long before he was rock hard. A clench of Heidr’s teeth was the only thing stopping him from groaning aloud.

“You will have to do more than that to cow me.”

“And I will.”

She pulled her hands away and snapped her fingers. Heidr gasped as a hundred different sensations suddenly enveloped his shaft: as if dozens of hands were stroking at once, mixed with many more tongues and the silky smooth walls of impossible orifices gliding over his flesh. His cock stood tall and proud as if held up by the invisible force. There was no heat, no warmth to the ghostly touches, but there was just so many…

Yomela tapped the top of his head, dead on the crown, and something cold slithered under his skin. It seeped into his brain, dripped down his spine, flowed through every tiny nerve until his whole body was soaked in magic. It pumped through his veins, wallowed in his organs. And yet it all seemed to be drawn to one spot in particular; the same place the ghostly hands were caressing and teasing, pooling at the base of his cock as the pleasant pressure grew.

“What do you plan for me? Death by ecstasy?” Heidr growled.

“There is no death in your near future, barbarian,” Yomela said, “I seek to purify you. To remake you into something beautiful, just like I did to the others who lie beside my bed. Even now my magic is changing you, drinking up the worst parts of your body and mind. Arrogance, violence, the need to prove yourself a ‘real man’ when we both know you deserve better.

“Plainly, witch! I have no time for your mind games!”

“Very bartın escort well, Heidr. What I am doing…” Her lips curled into a cruel smile, “Is draining away your manhood.”

Heidr let it the idea sink in for just a second, before roaring and struggling against the magic that held him aloft. But it held fast. It felt as if he were encased in stone, or paralysed by some vile poison.

“Please, struggle for me! I love to see you panic before the realisation sets in,” Yomela laughed, “They all did you know. But in the end, they surrendered. And most of all, they enjoyed it. As will you too.”

He groaned, biting his lip and trying to push the pleasurable sensations out of his mind, but the ghostly tongues and tips just upped their tempo, curling around every inch of his cock and balls. Already he was hovering on the edge. The gentle flowing chill seemed to pulse, a wave moving down from his head and limbs until it crashed and bubbled at his hips. Heidr could taste blood as he bit harder on his lip, straining to hold back the oncoming tide.

And failing.

A flash of white in his mind and his cock rippled with pleasure. Ropes of cum sprayed out of him as his hips tried their best to buck into his ghostly lovers. A single ragged breath was the closest he gave Yomela the satisfaction of hearing. As the last spasm in his hips faded, he found himself soaked in sweat and still very much immobile. His head cleared, and he blinked. His cum was also suspended: it floated above his still hard cock, gently drifting together until it formed a small, semi-translucent orb about the size of a marble.

Before he had a chance to think about what magic was afoot the invisible tongues and fingers and holes started back up on his cock, making him shout; it was too intense, and too soon!

“That’s quite the mess you make,” Yomela said as she stood behind his head, “You must be more eager than I thought.”

“Eager? For what? This humiliation?!” Heidr snarled. He winced as something squeezed around his throbbing tip.

“Humiliation? Oh, please. You’re the one humiliating yourself by trying to live up to such a vile standard.”

“I don’t know what it is you think, witch, but I will not submit!”

“But it felt wonderful, did it not? The strongest orgasm you’ve ever had, ripping through you…” She chuckled, tracing a finger up his stomach, “And how easy it was to coax out of you. You may protest, but your body does not. Why, I think it revels in rejecting your masculinity!”

“Lies!” Heidr shouted before a spasm of pleasure shot through him.

“Don’t deny it, barbarian. Even now another orgasm is building in you: another chance for your body to expel that filthy manhood of yours. It’s so eager to cum… so eager to surrender.”

He screamed as the second orgasm shook him, stronger than the first. But still, the invisible digits worked and worked, already building the pressure even as the last drop floated out of him. Had Yomela’s spell removed his limits…?

“Mmm… that’s it,” Yomela stroked his hair softly, “Doesn’t it feel so good to just let go of all that nasty manliness?”

Heidr gasped, his hips bucking upwards as another orgasm ripped along his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as spurt after spurt of cum erupted from his sensitive tip.

“Ooh, that was a big one. It’s getting easier, isn’t it? That’s it, mighty Heidr… cum! Cum your masculinity away!”

He whimpered, closing his eyes and biting his lip as the soft, invisible force caressed every inch of his painfully stimulated cock. His body shuddered, and his muscles felt like they were water being syphoned away. A tingle crept up his skin as the hair on his body dropped away, withering and vanishing in mid-air. He stared down in disbelief as his form turned from muscular to toned, then toned to slender, and slender to soft and girlish. All the while feeling like his old mass was pooling in his aching balls, the pressure building again for another-

He screamed, the strongest orgasm yet wiping his mind with a flash of white. It was feeling less wrong now. Less forced and more… more like he wanted it. Like he craved the feeling of cumming over and over. His mouth hung open, and his tongue lolled, the tingling in his face growing with each pulse along his cock. He could barely think. Barely feel. Barely do anything except watching in aroused fascination as his body reshaped itself.

The final orgasm came. It was weak and pathetic, barely more than a few dribbles of cum and a quiet jolt of pleasure, but his exhausted body and mind were relived. He watched with a pang of loss as each squirt of cum sapped away just a little bit of his length -a centimetre of girth from his once proud member-until finally the last drop was sucked out of his tiny, smooth small cock and into the ball of cum floating above him.

He dropped to the floor, a sweaty aching mess.

Yomela licked her lips, slowly pulling the small orb of cum towards batman escort her. A few waves of her fingers and it condensed; squeezed itself together until it could fit in the palm of her hand. She clenched her fist around it, and when she opened her hand, there lay a single, smooth stone. Milky-white and solid.

“There we are,” She said, “My, my, so much more than some of the others…”

Heidr rolled onto his front, groping for his sword. He propped his shaking body up and glared at the sorceress as he steadied his limb. He gripped the sword in both hands, raising it above his head-

Only for it to fall down and clunk against the black stone. He looked down at his thin, willowy arms: he didn’t even have the strength to lift it anymore, let alone swing it.

“What have you-?” He started, before grabbing his throat in horror. That was not his voice. It was higher. Girlier. “Return me to my old self at once, witch!”

Yomela laughed, “And if I do not?”

“Then I will make you pay, you whorish-!”

“Kneel.”

Heidr dropped to his knees, hands folded neatly on his lap. He blinked, looking down at his slender body in horror. “What enchantment…?”

“Enchantment? Oh, none of that, dear boy,” Yomela purred, running her hand through his hair. She slowly turned his head upwards, smiling down at him. Had she always been so tall…? “This is just who you are now. Docile, obedient… the perfect little slave.”

“I am no slave!”

“Bow.”

And he did, putting his head onto the floor. He did not feel any compulsion or force of will on his mind. Nothing at all… he just did as he was told, when he was told it. His heart pounded in his chest. Worst of all, he realised he had done it willingly.

“Up, slave.”

And so he did. “What is this…? What have you done?!”

“I told you; I took away all of your masculinity. Every last drop of it,” Yomela said, “No aggression, no arrogance, no ego… nothing in your head anymore except complete submission. And your body too… oh, look at how pretty you are!”

She picked up the sword and propped it in front of him, and in its blade, he could see his new form. He was just like the others on the dais: slender, soft and girlish. Almost indistinguishable from a woman, the only hints being his flat chest, small hips and pathetic little cock. He touched his face, eyes widening as he traced along his new cheeks. He was trembling, his proud mane now more akin to a waterfall of gold. He looked…

“Pretty…?” He mouthed.

Yomela chuckled, and Heidr’s cheeks flared bright red.

“So you’re seeing it now, aren’t you?” She said, leaning on the sword, “All that time you spent making yourself muscular… all those hours spent plundering tombs and wrestling beasts… all of it was to try and live up to something you were not. You were never meant to be a strong man. But all those pressures, all those insecurities forced you down a path you could never finish.”

“What… am I…?”

“You? Simple,” She pushed his chin upwards, purple eyes meeting his, “You were always meant to be a submissive thing. A docile little girly slave.”

“No, I… I’m a…!” Heidr shook his head.

“And yet you obey without question. It’s in your nature, isn’t it? And you love to obey. Love to serve. It means you don’t have to think; don’t have to worry in the slightest. You can just let your mistress decide everything for you.”

“Stop it… I’m not a servant!”

“Lick my thigh,” she said.

Without a thought, Heidr obeyed. She tasted of oil and spice. Her fingers slid into his hair, holding him at her shapely legs and he just kept running his tongue along the soft skin. He closed his eyes, a quiet little moan escaping him. It felt… good. Right, even. Obeying as if on instinct. Yomela cooed with pleasure, and a little jolt of pride ran through him. He was making his mistress feel good…!

Wait, what was he saying?!

He pulled away, his head swimming. It had felt… good. Really good to just let her direct him. But he was… he shouldn’t… should he?

“Poor thing…” Yomela said, ruffling his hair. He nuzzled into her hand before he could stop himself. “You’re still hanging onto your old life, aren’t you?”

“There is no ‘old’ life!”

She cackled, “As if there is any chance you will ever leave here! And not from force, I may add. No… you will stay as my servant, and stay out of your own free will. Whatever will you have surrendered to me, of course.”

“I would rather die,” Heidr tried to snarl. Tried; it came out as more of a nervous breath.

Yomela’s smirk grew, as did the strength of her grip on his hair. She yanked him up, holding his head between her thighs and saying a single word. “Feast.”

Heidr dove forwards, his tongue dancing across the sorceress’ slick slit. A little purr of pleasure above him spurred him on, his trembling hands creeping up onto her thighs for support. By the time he’d realised what he’d started, his chin was already soaked with her juices; his mouth full of her beautiful taste. He flicked and poked and swirled with his tongue, listening for the loudest moans. Each and every pleasing sound that floated out of Yomela made him feel warm and happy, but most of all, proud. Proud of himself for bringing her such delight.

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*****

There had been no time for goodbyes. No time to pack or even to blow a farewell kiss to her homeland. There had been no time for anything.

They had simply run.

After her final admission in the lake house, Hannibal had taken a carving knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen island and swiftly brought it down behind her head, sawing through her ponytail in one deliberate motion, freeing her from the imprisonment of the broken refrigerator door.

Clarice’s gasp had had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the realization that he was taking her with him. And a lot to do with the fact that she wanted to go.

She remembered well how he had grasped her hand and led her out the back door, across the dark, dewy lawn, and down to the water’s edge.

That memory felt like a lifetime ago. Clarice brought her eyes back into focus, shaking the thoughts from her head like raindrops from her hair. She was here now, and that was all that mattered.

She turned her head from the glorious beach view in front of her to the other side of the balcony, where Hannibal was reclining against the railing, elbows propped behind him, cell phone held to his ear. The white linen of his shirt billowed gently against his chest in the coastal breeze, tan slacks riding low on his hips. He was speaking, but his attention was focused entirely on her. She settled back against the lounge chair, raising her face to the sun.

It had taken a long time for her to become comfortable with his constant attention, his scrutiny both overbearing and addictive. She had wanted his absorption, but she had been convinced that she shouldn’t. Months of dedication to his cause had realigned her thinking so that she now accepted his devotion, craved his eyes on her, required his approval.

Clarice smiled to herself; it had taken almost as long to convince Hannibal that she wanted to be there with him; that she did, indeed, love him as desperately as she said. It hadn’t been enough that she ran with him. A lifetime of indoctrination had convinced him that he was unloveable, a monster. And he was. But, he was her monster and she had been prepared to embrace all parts of him and to love him in whatever way he was capable of allowing.

He had fought it, resisted her advances until they were established in the villa on the shore. He had needed to be sure she wasn’t lying; that she hadn’t come with him only to lead her superiors to his capture.

The most difficult transition for Clarice had been to give up her hard-won guise of the FBI agent. She had spent years adopting the rigid gait, the unwavering loyalty of an officer of the law. Breaking down her tenacious resilience, uncovering the softness beneath her formidable facade, teaching her to discover how to submit, molding her to be pliable in his hands, receptive to his will, had been Hannibal’s challenge and supreme pleasure. It concerned her, the lack of work, her own negligent desire to be a kept woman, yet she had thrived under his tutelage; always so eager to please him. There was no need for either of them to work now and he preferred she devote herself entirely to learning his needs. There had been many things that she was reluctant to try, but there was nothing she had refused him. He enjoyed exploiting her eager compliance, testing her limits to see how far he could push her. He was fascinated to uncover what would break her.

Hannibal snapped the phone closed, the sound prompting her to open her eyes again, her head rolling to the side once more, bringing him into view. He studied her intently as he crossed to her, dropping down on the accompanying lounger.

“Everything all set?” she inquired.

“Tonight,” he replied, referring to the municipal official who had approved the building of a city monument that Hannibal had lobbied against. The structure was to be erected over an existing fountain that Hannibal was quite fond of

She didn’t relish the idea of his hunts, but she understood his need. Since Mischa, it had become so much a part of him that it would have been impossible to separate the two pieces of himself from one another. He was a cannibal, a killer, but a human being, still, desiring and deserving of love, her love.

He watched her reaction closely, eyes roving over her rosy skin, warm from the morning sun’s kiss.

“Eyes on me,” he murmured, playing with her just a bit. He leaned towards her and stretched out a single fingertip to her face, hovering just above her mouth. She met his stare and held it, eyes never wavering from his, her body still beneath his touch. His finger descended to graze her lower lip, his nail scraping lightly over her chin, down the length of her throat. He paused for the barest second as his trail dipped into the hollow of her throat, before continuing down to the cleft of her breasts, barely covered by her cream bikini.

Clarice kırşehir escort shivered at his caress, eyes fluttering closed as he drew the backs of his fingers along the soft mounds and sharp peaks of her breasts beneath her top.

She felt the sting of his fierce pinch against one nipple, forcing her eyes to fly open, searching his. There was heat in his gaze then, and a challenge, daring her to close herself to him again. He wanted to watch her surrender, she knew, to claim his dominance over all her pain and every bit of her pleasure.

“Shall I fuck you here, Clarice?” he suggested quietly, gesturing around them.

Her eyes darted frantically to the balcony railing, the walls of which were comprised entirely of clear plexiglass. They were situated high above the beach, but relatively not that far from the wandering eyes of neighbors and curious beachgoers.

“No?” he chuckled. “Perhaps a wager then.”

He leaned over her body, his mouth poised over hers; she drank his breath with each inhalation, intoxicated by his nearness. Clarice was struck, as she always was, by the power he radiated, the sense of helplessness she felt in his presence. She arched up to meet him ever so slightly, her lips parting in anticipation, her eyes still locked with his.

“Do not move.”

Hannibal stood swiftly and entered the house, leaving her breathless and wanting outside. She remained frozen, heeding his command, wondering what devilish and delicious things he could be planning for her.

He returned to the balcony with a small tube in his hands. Her eyes widened in recognition. He tugged the end of one of her bikini ties, watching her, his eyes predatory with desire. He untied the other side and grasped the front of her bottoms, peeling it away from her hips, uncovering her with agonizing slowness.

She watched as he deftly flipped open the lid, squeezed out a small amount of cream onto his finger, and closed it with a sharp snap. His eyes tracked her reaction, smiling inwardly as he witnesses the realization begin to dawn on her face.

“I am going to make you come, now, Clarice. I expect you to achieve your climax…”

Clarice held her breath wide-eyed. He was going to let her come?

“…silently.” He continued, “If you manage not to make a sound, I will reward you with a second orgasm. However, if you fail, I will suspend you from the beam above your head for the enjoyment of the tourists,” he explained evenly. ” Do you understand me, pet?”

She nodded haltingly as he painstakingly parted her lips and spread the cream across her clit, rubbing it in with small circles, his fingers dipping in and out of her cleft.

Clarice’s body spasmed, back arching off the lounge within minutes of the application. Her clit was throbbing already, undulating waves of fire and ice sweeping over her.

Hannibal smiled knowingly. This would be too easy.

HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL*HANNIBAL

Hannibal seized Clarice’s ankles firmly and dragged her body to the end of the chaise, kneeling down in front of her. He spread her legs, keeping his hands clasped around either knee, holding her open and vulnerable to his penetrating gaze. He leaned into her and blew gently on her clit, hyper-sensitive from the enhancer. Her hips bucked off the chair, hands desperately clutching the edges of the frame beneath her.

Her breathing was erratic long before he actually touched her. Clarice centered all her efforts on controlling the screams that threatened to bubble up from her throat and channeled them into alternating deep and shallow breaths instead. She knew, though, that if she held tight to her control, she would never come and Hannibal wouldn’t relent until she did, even if it meant keeping her here on the balcony all day; even if it meant missing his hunt. He was not going to secede her this victory. There was no way for her to win this battle of wills. She was so lost in her own concentration that she missed him snaking his tongue between her folds. The first touches of his tongue against her clit were nearly her undoing.

Hannibal smiled against her; she was coming undone and he’d hardly touched her yet. He was going to enjoy seeing her trussed up, suspended from the balcony, on display. She would make a fetching centerpiece, he thought.

He pressed his lips to her folds, tongue diving into her again and again, tasting her sweetness. He had a hunt to get ready for; he needed to speed things along. Hannibal vigorously flicked his tongue against her clit, assuming his victory was close at hand when she began to vibrate beneath his touch.

Clarice was desperately clinging to her self-control as she writhed under Hannibal’s tongue, the entire force of her attention reduced to the tiny bundle of nerves at the center of her being. She did not want to be on display for the viewing pleasure of the Italian public. She didn’t mind being bound and suspended for Hannibal’s enjoyment, malatya escort but she preferred to fulfill that fantasy for him in the privacy of their bedroom or their playroom. The strength of the sensations was so strong that she she was forced to alter her breathing, taking short, shallow breaths that barely filled her lungs, unable to sustain the deep breathing she had been practicing.

Hannibal laved her clit mercilessly with his tongue, rapidly plunging two fingers deep into her core, slick only with her own juices. Her hips danced off the chair, a keening moan nearly breaking from her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, moisture leaking from the corners of her eyes with the effort of keeping her cries at bay. She was close; she could feel her walls begin to tighten around his plunging fingers, the steady weight building deep within her. If she could only hold on a little bit longer…

A gasp that ended on a choking sob as he slammed a third finger inside her clasping sheath, filling her so completely that she thought she would burst and shatter from the force of his powerful thrusts.

Hannibal drew her clit against his teeth, teasing her as he continued to flick his tongue along the underside, even as he sucked her unrelentingly into his warm mouth. Her teeth began to chatter, her body bent in the middle as her torso surged off the chaise in time with the pulses of his tongue. Her face contorted into a mask of anguish and determination, so great was the torment of his assault on her body.

She wanted, desperately, to whimper, to beg, to plead for him to finish her, but the fury of her own willpower refused to allow her submission. She should have just let him fuck her on the balcony, she thought ruefully. She could have spared herself the mental torture and the overwhelming bodily conquest.

Hannibal’s mind was fully occupied imagining all manner of tantalizing positions he could suspend her in as he drove her recklessly to her own destruction, wrought on her body with only the force of his mouth and his hands. He would have her surrender, in every way.

Resolutely, he closed his teeth over the centermost bit of her clitoris and ripped the sound triumphantly from her raw throat, wringing cry after desperate cry from the core of her soul, laying her humanity bare before his lips. She was unable to stop herself from crying out; he dragged the sound triumphantly from her raw throat. Clarice felt as if her entire being exploded, expanding and rapidly contracting into one tiny point of light. Her body bucked uncontrollably off the lounge and Hannibal was forced to withdraw his thrusting fingers from her body to keep her from flying off the furniture with the force of her orgasm.

Her climax went on and on, the reprieve from Hannibal’s relentless, seductive torment, coupled with the relief of expressing her pent-up screams catapulting her into another realm.

She was sobbing and exhausted when she finished. He hauled her from the lounge and into his lap, cradling her against his chest on the floor, his back leaning against the clear wall overlooking the beach. He rubbed slow, silent circles into the muscles of her shoulders as he waited for her to calm, his mind already occupied with knot patterns and ties.

She continued to writhe in his arms, trembling tears streaking down her cheeks. He whispered into her hair, telling her how proud he was of her effort, that she had lasted so long. He told her with sweet words of his appreciation for her devotion, of his pleasure at her spectacular release. He loved watching her come apart, knowing that it was his skill that shattered her control and left her dazed and so deeply sated.

She was wrecked; a small voice in the back of her head urged her to control her breathing, reminding her that she wasn’t yet done for the day. She had lost their bet and regardless of how worn she was now, she knew that Hannibal would demand her ultimate capitulation and she endeavored never to disappoint him.

To that end, she offered her surrender up to him as soon as she had her breathing under control, rather than waiting for him to ask it of her. He pressed a kiss to her lips, soft and supple from the deluge of her tears. He found the taste of her tears unexpectedly arousing. He held her a bit longer, the tip of his tongue darting out to caress her cheek.

She closed her eyes as he tasted her, stroking his nimble tongue across her cheeks, savoring the taste of her surrender against his lips.

He pulled back from her to search her face, her eyes drifting open to meet his intense stare.

“I’m ready,” she murmured.

He took a shuddering breath, pleased beyond articulation that she had offered herself up to him first.

With finality, he drew her up from the floor. “Stretch,” he instructed as he went to retrieve rope from the playroom.

Clarice relished these few moments alone, to prepare herself mentally for what she would niğde escort endure, to ready her limbs against the sweet pressure of his sublime suspension techniques to which she would be submitted and bound. She shook out her arms, rolling her neck in a loose circle. She tied back her hair and dropped to the floor, bending herself into the various yoga poses Hannibal had helped her perfect, transitioning smoothly from one stance into the next, lengthening her tendons until she felt the supple glide of her muscles loosening.

She stood at the sound of his returning footfalls. He came to a stop behind her, tossing the coil of rope onto the lounge chair, the slap of the hemp against the canvas making her jump slightly. He stepped closer, breathing her in, his hot breath gusting across the back of her bare neck. He lowered his head until the tip of his nose rested against the back of her head, just to the side of her ponytail, his own eyes closing, as she relaxed into him. His hand came up behind her to tug at the strings still holding her bikini top up. Deftly he untied them, the tiny scraps of fabric falling away from her body, leaving her bare before him and the rest of the beach.

Hannibal drew his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, tenderly caressing and massaging as he went. He felt himself grow hard as he pictured the way she would look when he was finished. She was so beautiful and so willing; he couldn’t imagine sharing this with any other woman. She understood what he needed and she gave herself over to him, even when she didn’t want the same things. She didn’t want this, he knew; not really. She liked it when he dominated her in private, but he could feel her tense apprehension vibrating beneath her skin at the idea of being strung up in public. He could feel his arousal growing as he imagined the thoughts racing through her mind. Outwardly, she appeared so calm, but he could see the erratic pulse fluttering against the side of her throat, a frantic butterfly seeking its escape.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered close to her ear. He needed to hear it; wanted to listen to the underlying fear staining her tone while she told him her secrets.

Clarice hesitated, torn between her own appeal for protection and the demand for honesty implicit in his command. She knew she would tell him, but there was a reluctance to bare herself any further; he would exploit her demons for his own pleasure.

“Clarice,” he warned at her pause.

“I’m…I’m nervous,” she settled on an emotion that was true, while hoping that she could avoid further explanation.

“Why?” His low voice rolled over her skin like a purr. She closed her eyes, lost in his sound. His hands continued their exploration of her body, ghosting over her abdomen, cupping her breasts.

“I don’t want to be…exposed…like that for anyone but you,” Clarice swallowed convulsively, giving him exactly what he wanted.

“Tell me more,” his words a quiet demand, drawing her from herself even as she drew his tone around her protectively. He drew one hand up to her throat, encircling it gently.

“It’s…too raw,” she panted. “It’s embarrassing! I don’t…I don’t want…anyone else to see me…but you. And…especially not like that; it’s…humiliating,” she finished, hanging her head despairingly.

“Ah,” he sighed. “But?” he waited.

She opened her eyes, staring out across the ocean. “But, I will.”

Behind her, Hannibal smiled his triumph. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her cheek.

“On your knees.”

Clarice fell to her knees immediately, kneeling facing the water, waiting. Hannibal crossed to the chaise, picking up the long coil of rope and tossing a pair of scissors from his back pocket onto the canvas seat.

He knelt behind her, drawing her hands behind her back and crossing them so that her palms gripped the undersides of her forearms, binding her wrists. He wrapped the rope around her chest and arms, pulling her upper arms closer to her sides. Gently, he helped her lie down on her stomach. He coiled the next length of rope around her middle, just below her navel, leaving the ends long. He continued down her body, winding pieces across the tops of her thighs, above and below her tightly pressed knees, and about her ankles.

Clarice held herself as still as possible on the floor, listening as he wound the rope together, creating an intricate web that would hold her suspended above the balcony. She flinched each time he whipped an end through his hands, the sharp snap of the coil bringing her back to reality as he worked over her. She tried to relax as he readied the ropes, tossing them over the beam, knots connected and perfect in his hands.

She felt her body lift slowly off the floor, rising as he pulled the ropes taut. She squeezed her eyes closed, shutting out the view of the beach. When he had her at the height he wanted, Hannibal tied off the ends of the rope to one of the iron balustrades flanking the door to the balcony. He circled her pensile form, checking the tension on her limbs as he moved around her. He made adjustments and stood back to survey his work.

“Clarice,” his quiet voice called to her.

She slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head to find him.

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I’ve always been one to see the logic of things, but for some reason recently…I haven’t been able to do so. Hi, my name is Elizabeth, Lizzy for short. I’m 27 years old and have just received my doctorate’s in chemistry. That’s right I’m a bonifide scientist. I just moved to New York about three months ago from Atlanta and I’m loving it so far. The company paid for my relocation and even set me up with a nice little condo in the city of Manhattan, but…my nights are lonely and I have no one to talk to when I get home. I just sit at my computer, playing video games until I can’t keep my eyes open and I drag myself to my bedroom and pass out until seven the next morning…what a boring life.

About a month ago, all of that changed, word on the grapevine was that I was getting a new neighbor. It was a Friday afternoon and I only had to work half a day, so I took my time and went to my favorite herb shop, bought some dried lavender and gardenia, honey, milk, and sage brought it all home and decided to give myself a spa day. When I got home I saw movers bringing in boxes, but really didn’t bother to find out who it was or where they were going, I was on a mission. I realized that I needed to get out this weekend. I fumbled with the keys but managed to get into the door, kicked off my heels as I walked through the door and put my items on the island in the kitchen. I rushed into my room and through to my bathroom and turned on the water and set the temperature in my garden tub and began to fill it with steamy water. I ran back into my kitchen and grabbed the lavender and gardenia and sprinkled them into the water. I then took the milk, honey, and sage and mixed them into a paste for my hair. I wanted to look good when I went to the poetry spot. As the water ran, I checked myself in the mirror and thought about what I was going to wear, I stared at my chocolate complexion and thought to myself…earth tones.

I walked into the bathroom to check the water and it was the right height. I gently washed my waist length curly hair and then put the paste on it and covered it with a shower cap before I got in the bath. I reached for my remote to my Bose stereo and put on some Sarah Vaughan, leaned back in the tub and allowed the aromatherapy to commence. The lavender and gardenia soothed the week of work tension away as I breathed in the fragrance The water caressed my skin as the I reached for my special body oil. I drizzled a little into the water and felt the magic…you see this oil had this relaxing affects that nothing else could conjure. I felt my muscles relax and I drifted off for a little while.

When I came to, the water was cool and it was six o’clock, I had just enough time to shower off and jump into my clothes and I didn’t even know what I was going to wear. So, as I drained the water I cut on the shower and grabbed a bar of my French seaweed soap and began to wash the rest of the week off of me. The soap felt extra comforting on my skin this evening and I didn’t know why, but I continued to wash. As I slid the soap up and down my body I felt to see if I needed to touch up my wax and found that I still as smooth as a baby’s bottom. I slid the soap down to my pussy to feel and see if I needed to touch up there and nope…it was still smooth and slick. I jumped out of the shower after rinsing and looked in my closet. There was this nice black, red, yellow, and green wrap dress that fit my six feet tall frame and hugged all my 215 pounds of curves just right. I had gotten a pedicure the day before so my french tip toes were looking right and my fresh manicure was on point. I really don’t wear make-up but decided to put on a little red eye shadow and shiny lip gloss. I decided that I would perform so I didn’t want to wash out completely on stage. I had to hurry and get there because sign up started at 8:30 and looking at the clock it was already 7:45. I looked at my hair, I wanted to rock some flat twists but I didn’t have time for it so I snatched up the head dress that went with the dress and wrapped my hair up it in. I then slipped on my black sandals and looked at myself in the mirror. I turned to make sure that everything was in place and that the dress wasn’t too revealing…I wanted to be stared at, not stop traffic. I looked at the time and it was 8:00. I needed to hurry up so I snatched up my keys and purse, checked the lights and alarm system and jetted out of the door.

I’ve been to this place before, it was nice like your classic poetry stage that you’d see on TV shows like Def Poet’s and places like that. You had the center stage and tables surrounding. The stage itself was big enough for a nice little band and a singer. I talked to the manager the first time I’d come here and he said that on Fridays it was spoken word open mic and on Saturdays they had musical open mic where those that were trying to get heard could come with their bands, if they had one, and performed for the regulars. You had the poetry, hip hoppers that came on Fridays and the grown and sexy jazz heads show up bayburt escort on Saturdays. I was impressed…you see I’m both a poetry hip hopper and a grown and sexy jazz head, so this was beginning to be my spot on the weekends.

As I entered the front door Jose was the first person I saw. He was the one that had the sign up sheet. He looked up at me and smiled. Jose was so handsome, only thing was he was so short. He was about 5’8, caramel complexion, dimples, nice build. You can tell his Cuban heritage from jump, he also had a very good sense of humor. I think he has a crush on me, but it could be just my imagination. He waved for me to come closer and I started towards him. I saw the clip board in his hand which made me move quicker because as I looked at my watch it said 8:29 and he was strict about late comers. I waved my 15 dollars in the air and he started towards me, “You almost didn’t make it mama.” he said with a Latin accent when he reached me.

“I know sweetie, I lost track of time. Do you have a spot left? Please say you do.”

“I told you I got you the last time you were here and you asked. Put your money away, this one is on the house. We gotta see if you got skillz, if you don’t, then this one is on me and the crowd will let you know if you can hack it.”

“What are the rules.”

“Ummm…let me see. No touching the audience and they won’t touch you and no stealing other people’s shit. Got me?”

“Yeah, bae. I gotcha. So, when am I on?”

“Well, I got you in the middle so you can get a feel for the crowd, I’ll let you know when you’re almost up, kay???”

“Thanks bae…you’re the man.”

“As long as I’m your man, we’re koo'”

“Whateva boy, quit playin. Who’s at the bar?”

“Gretchen…you wanna drink?”

“Just some water right now…I’m nervous right now.”

“Don’t be nervous mama, I’m sure you’ll do fine. Let me go get your water and head on stage, we’re about to start. Chin up mama.”

Jose moved through the crowd like a pro. I’ve always meant to ask how did he do that and if he could teach me. I looked around and spotted a two seater near the back corner so I could collect my thoughts. Before I could get to it a couple snatched it. I began scanning for another spot. Nothing was available. I looked around and saw this gentleman sitting at a table alone. He was a cutie, not overly cute but at the same time not plain looking either. I desperately needed a seat so I worked up my nerves and I walked over to him. Before I could reach him a woman grabbed the seat in front of him and I slowly backed away hoping that he didn’t see me. As I was about to walk off I heard, “Would like to have a seat?” His voice rumbled in my tummy and my breath caught in my throat. I turned ready to decline when I saw it was him.

“Ummm, I don’t know –“

“Look, this woman is really bothering me, and I kinda told her that you were my fiancee. Help a brotha out, please?”

“Well…as long as it’ll get me a seat, I’m game.”

“Okay, hug me so it’ll look real.” He grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “Oh, by the way, my name is Donny.”

“Lizzy.”

I wondered how tall he was because I was right at his shoulder and I knew that I was tall for a woman. He felt so good, and his was so warm against me. My knees almost buckled. He guided me to the table where the other lady sat, “Ummm, Michelle I would like you to meet my fiancee, Lizzy.”

The woman looked me up and down and there was venom in her eyes, “So, you are engaged. Huh, dick probably wasn’t that good anyway.”

She stomped off into the crowd. I giggled into my hand, “Wow, is that all it takes nowadays? I thought I was gonna have to fight for that chair.”

“Me too. Have a seat, Lizzy, right?”

“Yeah. It’s short for Elizabeth.”

“Who would have guessed?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Oh, and she curses. Wow. I like that. Anyway, I’ve only seen you around here a couple of times. Are you from around here?”

“Nah, I live in Manhattan. I just come here every now and again. I like to explore things.”

“So, do I. So, you like spoken word, I see.”

“Yeah I do. I’m performing tonight.”

“Oh really??? So am -“

Before he could finish there was a semi-loud scream from the sound system and a loud voice boomed, “Mic check, one, two, three. Mic check. Can you hear me? Koo’. Welcome everyone to Free Mic Fridays, I’m your MC Jose and tonight we have a hot line up for you. You know how we do. WHAT IS THIS?”

“THE MOST DEF STAGE ON THE BLOCK!!!” the audience shouted back.

“AND WHAT DO WE DO?”

“SPIT!”

“HOW LONG?”

“ON AND ON TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN!!!” the audience applauded with cheers. I laughed after answering along and clapped as I saw my friend on stage. As I sat down a waitress brought me a bottle of water and I thanked her. As I looked up at the stage, Jose locked eyes with me and blew me a kiss which made me laugh and blow one back.

“We got a full roster tonight. We got some old bilecik escort school and some new school, we got regulars and new jacks and this is where it all starts. So, without further or do let’s get on with the first poet.”

“So, is that your boyfriend?” that voice grabbed my attention.

“No, I just met him maybe a few weeks ago when I stumbled onto this place. He’s kool peoples.”

“Oh…kool. So Miss Lizzy, tell me about you.”

I pulled my chair closer to the table as the poet on stage faded to the background, “Well, Donny, what would you like to know? I mean I do better when I’m asked questions, you know.”

“Well, let’s start with the basics, where are you from? How old are you? Are you single? Do you have any kids? What do you do?”

“Well, to answer those…I’m originally from Atlanta, Georgia. I’m 27 years old, yes I am single with no kids, and I’m a chemist.”

“Are you serious? You’re a chemist?”

“Yeah, I work for a pharmaceutical company right here.”

“So, you…”

“I help develop medicines. Or at least that’s what I’m leading to, right now, because I’m new to the company they really want me to get the hang of all the paper work first before I get in a lab.”

“Oh, I see. So, you’re a lacky right now.”

“Ha ha, very funny. Anyway, what about you? How old are you? Are you single? Do you have any kids? And what is your occupation?”

“Well, I’m 26, I’m very single. Was married at one time, but that didn’t work out. I have one child, a daughter, that’s my angel…my heart. Right now, I do construction work. I’m not looking to do that for the rest of my life. I want to be a recording artist, but right now that has to take a back seat. I’ll do anything for my baby.”

As he spoke I could do nothing but listen to his voice and look into his slanted green eyes. I took in his super chocolate skin, long dreads and luscious lips. I wondered what he tasted like. I mean I wanted to kiss him so badly. I didn’t realize how fine this dude was.

“Why are you staring at me like you want to eat me?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“I asked you where did you go to school.”

“Oh! Ummm…I went to Georgia Tech.”

“You’re a Yellow Jacket!”

“Yeah…don’t tell me you’re a UGA fan?”

“Nah, ma. I think intellect is sexy as hell.” he licked his lips with a gleam in his eye.

“Is that your way of saying you think I’m sexy?”

“Ummm….maybe.”

All of a sudden I heard Jose say, “Next up is Devine Dialect.” I looked up and then realized that Donny was getting up.

“That’s me. Let me know what you think, aiight?”

“OMG, you’re Devine Dialect?”

“Yeah…I’ll be right back.” He stood up and put on a smile and walked to the stage. He gave Jose love when he got on stage and then the lights dimmed. Then the spot light came on. He opened his mouth and began to speak:

Our love is like no other.

Communication without speaking, transfer of emotion, knowing what we want without asking.

See, as I open my eyes and see your face, my life becomes easier to bare.

Knowing that I make you happy makes my soul smile.

Our love’s so strong we make it do what we want.

Because I feel you, breathe you, see you, smell you, and oh God taste you…every drop you have to offer.

Our love brings life and death.

No one realizes that our love is immortal, dating back to Romeo dating back to Adam & Eve,

Starting on a journey, on a path finding each other.

Getting strong and stronger as the years go by, even as our bodies die our love lives on transferring to other bodies being reborn over and over, a never ending cycle of love getting stronger and stronger getting deeper and deeper until we’ll just be…love.

Right now we’re the next chapter, the next link in this ongoing saga of love.

Because our love is like no other.

Communication without speaking…

As he continued the audience roared. That was a famous piece for everyone and for some reason this time when he recited his piece his eyes were on me the whole time. As I watched mesmerized, Jose tapped me on the shoulder, “What’s good ma?”

“Shit…everything. Wait…am I up next?”

“Nah, Mamita. You’re up in about two more people. So, ummm…is Mr. Devine keeping you company?” He had a little jealous glint in his eye.

“A little. I had to scare off some chick in order to get a seat. That’s all it is…why? Are you jealous, papi?”

“Oooo, I love it when you call me Papi. But, no…you’re too tall for me.”

“Good…because I was about to say you’re too short for me.”

“Oh? I thought you were going to say that I’m the right height.”

“Right height for what?”

“So, how did I do?” Donny said approaching the table smooth as silk.

“You did great.” I said as I averted my attention back to him.

“You know you did great. The crowd loves you man. I gotta get back on stage.”

Jose turned and looked at me, blew me another bingöl escort kiss and jumped on stage, “Give it up for Mr. Devine Dialect one more time! Our next poet -“

“I gotta get myself prepared, I go up in a few.”

“Really? Think of me when you’re up there…I was thinking of you.”

“Does that line work on all the girls?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m not worried about them. I want it to work on you.”
“Anyway…I need to concentrate and remember my shit.”

“Aiight mama, you got it.”

“Thank you.” I sat at the table and went over my piece in my head. I knew I had to make an impression and after what I’d seen, I needed to be damn good. Right when I decided what piece I heard Jose’s voice, “Now…we have a new jack comin to the stage. All the way from Atlanta, GA show ya love for Ms. Black Phoenix!”

I looked back at Donny, “Let me know what you think.”

“I sure will.”

I stepped on stage and grabbed the mic and put it on its stand, it squeaked. “Sorry. What’s good Brooklyn. I’m a newbie and I would like for you to bare with me.”

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth:

“I can never forget the way you make me feel.

Biting my lip as I close my eyes…

Flashbacks are a bitch.

Breathing hard as my skin tingles remembering the touch of your lips…tongue.

Oh shit…no…don’t stop.”

I slid my hands down my sides and across my tummy, closing my eyes and moaned,

“Can’t sit still as the wave migrate to my center…

Precipitation and swollen members being caressed by phantom fingers…lips…tongue.

Oh shit…no…don’t stop.”

I ran one hand down my neck and the other began to lift the hem of my dress,

“Sweat beads run down my spine, as my temperature rises

Goose bumps appear as I feel you enter me

Reminiscing how you’d palm my hips as you dive in.

Portals assaulted by invisible lips…tongue.

Ooooo shit…right there…don’t stop.”

I ran my hands to my head dress and unraveled it letting my hair cascade over my shoulders, closed my eyes and pretend that I having an orgasm by throwing my head back and cried out the last line of that stanza.

“Riding was never my forte

But you encouraged me to start small

Graduating from your lips…tongue

Oooooo shit….please…don’t stop.

Unable to control myself as my thighs rub themselves

Causing friction as I imagine the position

Remembering you lovingly massaging them

As you devour me whole with your fingers…lips…tongue

Oooooo God….please…don’t stop.”

Tasting me on your lips as I kiss you

Feeling your breath on my ear

As you whisper to me

Are you ready for round two.

Mmmmm yeah…no…I won’t stop.”

I caressed the mic as if I was about to suck on it and my eyes locked with Donny’s as I said the next stanza,

“The taste of you on my lips

The way you fill my mouth

I long to taste you

But watching you watching me as I take you with my lips…tongue.

Mmmmm yeah…nah…I can’t stop

Getting wetter as I feel you getting harder

Your breathing changing and my mouth waters

As I devour you with my finger…lips…tongue.

Mmmmm yeah…fuck it…don’t make me stop.

Skin hot and flushed as you grit your teeth

Closing your eye as you push me away

Regaining your composure

But then you ask me

Are you ready for round three?”

I lifted my dress up to my thighs and begin to do a slow wine as I finished out,

“Ooooo God…here we go…but don’t stop.

My back arches as you fill me up

My chambers pulsate

Convulse with the memory of you

But not only about your fingers…lips…tongue

Ooooooo shit….right there…don’t stop.

I can’t take this shit

I need you right here right now

I can’t stop it from taking over me

But in a second its gone…damn.

Flashbacks are a bitch.”

I looked up at the audience, dropped my dress, hung my head and walked off stage. When my toes touched the floor the audience went into an up roar. Women were giving other women dap, while men were smiling and giving dap to other men. There were a lot of “I know that’s right.” and “Got Damn!” that shouted out from the crowd. As I walked back to my seat men tried to get my attention, but my focus was on the dread head that was sitting at my table with a satisfied, shocked looked on his face. I blushed.

“Got damn!!!!” Jose stammered on stage with mic in hand, “I think I need some ice because Mamita set it off. Every woman in here is about to get bend ova the table on that one!!! You need to come back…for real ma. I like that shit, turn me on!”

I looked over my shoulder at Jose as he blew me a kiss. I gave him my seductive eyes and winked then blew him a kiss. He stammered back as if he was hit with a bullet and grabbed his heart, “That woman’s got a hold on me…she’s muy caliente!”

I laughed as I walked back to my seat and looked at Donny. His eyes were on fire. All of a sudden I felt like a perfect steak on a platter waiting to be devoured.

“So you like my-“

“We need to go…now.”

“Where?”

“Your place or mine? I’m not gonna lie girl…I got ideas in my head of things I wanna do to you.”

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Dawna and Rich were good friends, well at least when they were when they were drinking. Dawna would call Rich when she was horny and visa versa, friends with benefits.

Rich and Dawna were out on the town dancing and having a quite a few drinks one Friday night when Dawna started to flirt and kiss Rich hot and heavy.

Rich whispered in her ear, telling Dawna just what he had in mind for her tonight. How he was going to eat her little pussy until she was ready to fuck him hard.

Within minutes, Dawna had a hold of Rich’s cock through his blue jeans, and out the door both of them left in a hurry. Rich drove Dawna to his house just a couple miles from the bar. He helped her out of the truck, then up the stairs as they paused several times to kiss.

Passionately they ripped off each others clothes and crawled into his warm water bed. Rich climbed in, then rolled over to kiss Dawna and she had already passed out, again!

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Once before he masturbated while she lay there, passed out.

He told her the first time that she would pay for that. Now it was time that she paid.

Rich retrieved his briefcase with all of his sex toys and bondage supplies tokat escort and proceeded to tie Dawna up. He first fastened the fur lined cuffs to her wrists. Then he wrapped the fur lined cuffs around her ankles.

One leg at a time, he carefully bent her knee and attached the wrist cuff to the ankle cuff. Rich then tied a rope around Dawna’s knees and secured them to spread her legs open wide.

Dawna was only about 5’4″ and very petite. She took good care of herself but never trimmed her bush.

Rich grabbed his beard trimmer and proceeded to trim her brunette cooch. He trimmed it in close, then got his shaving cream and the three blade razor he had on hand for just such an occasion.

As Rich applied the shaving cream, Dawna started to stir. Rich knew how sound of a sleeper Dawna was when she had been drinking.

Rich took his time slowly removing every last hair from Dawna’s hot little pussy. She had a pretty little pussy and always told Dawna that it was a shame to hide her. He washed off all the loose hair with warm soapy water as Dawna began to come to.

Dawna tried to roll over, but couldn’t move.

“Rich? What are you doing?”

Rich explained to yozgat escort her what had just happened and that she now would have to pay for her actions.

Dawna begged him, “Let me go, I’m sorry, Rich?”

Rich smiled and played with her nipples, making them hard. Dawna had very sensitive nipples. Then slowly, Rich applied clothes pins to her nipples, one at a time.

Dawna again begged, “pleeeeeeease Rich, it will never happen again.”

Rich grabbed a small leather whip and lashed at Dawna’s bald pussy.

Dawna cried out, “Nooooo!”

He told Dawna, “Shut up bitch, your mine to do with what I please!”

Rich parted her pussy with his tongue. He licked and sucked on that beautiful pussy until Dawna was getting wet with excitement. Dawna wrestled with her restraints, but found herself helpless.

Without her bush, her pussy was very tender to the touch. Rich ate her pussy hard licking and sucking on her little clit until Dawna arched her back and was ready to cum.

Rich stopped and left the room leaving Dawna wet and ready for the taking. Rich came back into the room carrying the biggest vibrator in his collection.

“Your going to suck my cock, zonguldak escort aren’t you bitch?” Rich asked.

Before Dawna could answer, Rich lashed her bare pussy again with the whip.

“Aren’t you?” again whipping her pussy.

“Let me hear the words” Rich told her. “I wanna hear you tell me that you want my cock in your mouth.”

“Well?” Rich asked.

Dawna mumbled, “Please, I want to suck you cock.”

Rich got on top of her in the 69 position and guided his throbbing cock to her mouth. He slowly lowered himself as she began to suck him fully hard.

Rich took the vibrator, parted her swollen lips and slid it deep into Dawna’s wet pussy.

Dawna gasped as he turned it on and plunged it in and out. Dawna tried to cry out but Rich’s cock was halfway down her throat.

Rich heard Dawna gag but could not help moving his hips and fucking her face.

The excitement of Dawna’s helplessness and the overwhelming smell of her wet pussy was just too much to take. Riched cried out, then exploded in Dawna’s mouth.

Dawna took as much of his sweet cum that she could. Rich continued to lick her clit and plunged the toy deep inside.

Rich pulled out and dripped the remaining cum all over Dawna’s face as the flood gates opened between her legs.

Rich cleaned up Dawna’s face with a warm wash cloth, slowly untied all of her bindings then gently kissed her.

“Are you going to pass out on me again?”

Dawna simply smiled and said, “hmmm, I might.”

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They had drugged her and led her to the forest.

This was new. She had been an outcast in the village since her youth, her dark hair and olive complexion contrasting with the fair flaxen Nords. She knew the humiliation and shame of not being able to fit in.

As she awoke from the drugged stupor, she knew what had happened. It had been discussed all week in the village. The demon that had invaded their local forest and had scared most of the game away. If the demon continued to dwell there, the village would lose it’s major source of fresh meat.

She blinked now, still fighting the residual effects the herb drugs and tried to stand, finding that she had been bound to the forest floor, staked out. She still wore the dress from the night before, the very skimpy dress that she was forced to wear as she worked the tavern, only one of several jobs she was obligated to do for the village that provided for her. Her shoes were gone and the chillness of the morning made her shiver.

She could still feel her necklace about her neck, one of the only things she contained of her previous unknown life.

She checked each bond, tugging the restraints and realized she was still able to turn her head. She slowly looked around the area.

A small stone ringed fire pit was near her, and she watched the flames flickering slowly, hypnotically. But then logic hit her, and she knew someone would have to be here to have fed the fire the night.

“Please…help me” she cried out, her voice scratchy from the night in the cool air. She listened intently for any sound, but only heard the soft crackling of the fire.

She turned her head back to the side, her hair falling her face, sobbing softly in her demise. T’wasn’t her fault she was an outsider. Since a child, she knew that she was not part of this village, nor this country. But how she came to be here, she still had no clue.

A rustling sound behind her made her flip her head back, becoming frustrated when her hair still blocked her eye sight. Viciously flicking her head back and forth to shake the hair away, she was aware of a man sitting beside the fire, stroking it with a fallen branch.

“Please Sir..oh please…don’t leave tianna here,” she whimpered softly, looking at him with blatant pleading in her tone.

“Quiet, offering,” The man didn’t even turn to regard her but kept stoking the fire, watching the flames grow.

Offering. He didn’t even use her name. She was nothing anymore.

She continued to watch him, realizing that she knew him not from the village. He was darker than most of them, nearer to her own coloring.

She decided to try once again, noting that he had tossed the branch to the fire.

“Please Sir…tianna won’t tell that you released her, please just..” she stopped as he rose, grabbing a handful of fallen leaves as he walked to her and thrusting the sweet musty cracking leaves into her mouth.

“I said ‘Quiet’,” He said again, but didn’t move away. He gazed down at her panting chest, her leaf fettered hair and smiled. “Such a beautiful offering. The Demon should be quite pleased.”

She blinked up at him, trembling at his words. He wasn’t going to release her. And then he walked away, she followed his steps with her eyes, until the veil of her hair fell over her sight again. When she shook it free, he was gone.

Damn the frustrating bastard. She spit leaves from her mouth. Ok..she wouldn’t talk. But, sing..that was another story..true it wasn’t being quiet, but..he wasn’t here anymore.

Time of seasons past Time of bursa escort seasons future How the trees do last In the forest proper

Her lilting voice raised above the trees, at least her song was uncaptured. She looked up to the canopy, spotting the shadows of sunlight. She continued with the song, ignorant that the man had returned and was sitting listening to her. As the last note rose to the forest he moved, sitting astride her waist, hands on her forearms, staring down at her frightened eyes.

“Where did you learn that song, little one?” He growled down at her.

Tianna swallowed a few times in fear, gazing up at his eyes. Such dark eyes..almost black, but flecks of dark blue. She stammered as she responded, “I’ve known it since i was a child, Sir.”

The man threw his head back laughing.”These local idiots have NO idea how appropriate their offering is. How wonderful! Since you were a child, hmm? You did not come from this village, did you?”

Tianna slowly shook her head, eyes still locked on his. “No Sir. Tianna’s been told that all her life. She hasn’t been told where she came from, nor her parentage, nor how she became to be here.”

He stroked her cheek slowly with one finger, eyes on her, smile still tugging at his lips. “Tianna is it? Lovely pet. I should have know you were of Anna.”

She gasped deeply, blinking, looking up..taking in what he had just said. “You know me? You know my parentage? Please Sir, release me, take me there.”

His response was to chuckle deeply. “In due time, pet. In due time.” He continued to stroke her cheek, flicking the hair away from her eyes. “In the mean time, you are to be an offering. Would you like to know what that means?”

“Yes Sir, please,” she sighed deeply from her soul, knowing her defeat. She gazed up into his eyes. He wasn’t that poor looking. It was the situation that made him appear sinister.

He spoke in low tones, continuing to stroke her cheek. “The villagers wish to reclaim ‘their’ forest, as if it was ever theirs to begin with. The Demon that inhabits here wishes for two things. One..solace and Two..a mate. And which will you provide, little one?”

She cringed against the ground, away from his hand. A demon! How does once console a demon?

“Now now, pet. No need to cause yourself panic. For it will be the demon that decides how he will use the offering.” The man caressed her cheek, pulling her eyes to his again. “And in the meantime, we wait. Are you hungry, pet?”

“Yes Sir,” well at least she didn’t have to make the choice.

Of all the villagers that couldn’t find game, this man had. She watched as he deftly skinned a hare and then placed it on the fire. With a hand on the bottom, he opened a pouch, grasping something from it and sprinkling it lightly on the hare, making the fire spit in protest.

Within a short time the hare was crisped to perfection. The man, however, did not deem it necessary for her bounds to be released, but hand fed her, piece by piece, waiting patiently as she chewed the tender yet gamey meat down.

She ate, but she continued to review her situation. She knew now that she was not going to get out of the situation any time soon, and as he paused, cutting another hunk of meat, she ventured to speak.

“How long will you be with tianna?” She trembled as she spoke.

His dark eyes looked up, drawing from her own eyes. He saw the fear, the excitement, the unknown there and lowered his eyes before he spoke.

“I will be with you until you are claimed.”

He çanakkale escort held another piece of hare to her mouth, the juice dripping and as she opened her mouth to receive it, her tongue flicked out against his fingers, licking. His eyes flared as he sharply inhaled.

“Do not tempt me, offering.” He stood and walked away, back to the fire, stroking the flames once more.

She stared after him in disbelief. What did she do? Hardly anything compared to the way they actually expected her to behave at the tavern. There they were always telling her to pull her skirt higher, her top lower, wink more, toss her hair teasingly. To be a wench ripe for the picking. And she had received a fair share of pinches on her bottom from roving fingers.

Not to say she didn’t enjoy it at times, the lascivious looks, the sideways glances that spoke volumes. But there was no respect for her.

She shrugged as best as she could in the ropes and turned away. If anything, she could sleep. Despite the gentle crackling of the fire, the forest was so serene, so soft..so

The man looked back at the girl, his own thoughts troubled. He had been away for so long. For ten years he had searched, and had given up looking. When he had come to the forest, it was not his intention to stay, but the quietness had soothed him and his rampages. The animals had not run off, as the villagers claimed, but had learned to hide better, run faster than the local idiots had credited them with.

And now..they were impleading him to leave. He guffawed softly and turned his attention back to the fire. Even if he left, the animals would retain the knowledge..and what use would that be? As it was..the hunting was sufficient. Just enough to feed, but these human animals hunted for sport as well.

And that was one thing he could not abide.

He glanced back at the dark haired girl and watched as her body moved slowly, rising and falling in the telltale signs of sleep.

She was a beauty. There was no doubting that..and if her name was correct and she was Anna’s daughter. He stopped stroking the fire, allowing the branch to fall and wandered back over to her.

With slow fingers he stroked against her skin, so vibrantly warm compared to the chill he felt. He gently picked leaves from her hair smoothing it down, careful not to wake her. Not yet.

In her dreams, Tianna danced a duet with flames, darting in and out of a fire, raging, yet the burning sensation came from within, not from the flames themselves. She saw herself, seducing the fire, teasing her body to it. Each strip of clothing falling away from her as if burned from her skin, until as the flames died, she lay, panting, arching to the passion.

She turned and twisted in her dreams, a lazy smile posessing her face.

As her eyes flickered open, the dusk was falling and the fire had been built higher. The man was, of course, missing once more.

She felt at the bonds, and tried once again to free herself, but instead of giving at all, they felt as if they had been tightened during her rest. She heaved a deep sigh and watched the moon rise into the dark shadows of night.

A sound near to her and she bit her lip, looking again to the fire. The snap of a whip lashed out and she cringed. Nothing was there..she blinked open her eyes more fully yet heard the sound once more, feeling the tickle of leather against her hand as the binding was sliced through.

“Did they really think you would run away?” The low voice, so very masculine came to çankırı escort her.

“Aye, or they would not have drugged me so,” she replied nervously. Still no man came into view, but the insistent whistling of the whip being nervously wielded was ever present.

“But this is a homecoming..,” He appeared suddenly at her side, and covered her mouth with his when her scream pierced the night. His lips to her were ice to fire, calming her. As she struggled beneath him, his whip like tail wrapped around them, holding her close.

He was not an ordinary demon, but a demon half breed, this much was obvious. Rather than human legs, they appendages were covered in dark fur, coming to cloven feet. The before mentioned tail was a regular feature of demons, to the girl’s limited knowledge, but it crackled and whipped about as if it had a mind of it’s own. He was bare chested, with human features above his waist, in exception were the two small protruding horns seemingly lost in the mass of flowing dark hair from his head. She stopped taking inventory to take a deep breath and look into his eyes. No Satanic fire burned there. These were human eyes, dark oh so dark with blue specks…no, not the..

Her confusion crossed her face, then the recognition and he lowered his mouth to hers once more, kissing her more deeply, more urgently, seeding his need deeply into her.

“But you’re.. you’re..a man, not a..” Her first faltering whispers as he finally ended the passionate kiss, caused him to chuckle deeply.

“Ah but am I?” He stood once more before her, tail flickering out to dispose of the rest of the bindings. The tail paused, caressing her cheek, before viciously slicing her clothes away.

She gasped, and held her hands closed over her body, feeling the tingling numbness as she realized, not only was she free, but naked before a…

“Your day of birth approaches, you must return to your home. Perhaps then the tale will be explained to you. For now, and for ever, you are mine. You were promised to me once. That promise has never been released.” He walked forward and reached out to her. As she cringed away, he caught at the necklace and twisted it tightly. “THIS is MINE. YOU are MINE. UNDERSTAND this.”

The necklace’s chain bit into her skin, making her cry out in pain. She heard the many words he spoke: hearing him say that she was his; that she would go home; confused her more than she realized.

The demon looked upwards toward the moon and his hair fell about his broad shoulders. The plaintitive wail that was released delved deep in her soul.

“My time as this form draws to an end. I have claimed you as mate. I will not bind you once more. When I return, we will go home.” He released the necklace from his grasp and turned away from her striding quickly into the shadows of the forest.

As he left, a shivering chill overcame her and she crawled to be closer to the fire. The warmth soothed her as her mind reeled. Time passed quickly, and a new dawn came, yet she had not moved from the spot, still pondering the revelations.

The man returned quietly, once more in human form. He stood watching her but then a twig gave way to his presence and her eyes darted to his.

Her eyes..the many emotions that flickered there could feed a artist for weeks. Fear, joy, sadness, excitement..all in a parade, each changing her delicate face.

“Home…” He held out his arm to her and she shakily rose to her feet. Still covering herself with her arms in embarassment, his smile made the red deepen in her cheeks.

The scream that followed as he led her INTO the fire made a party of birds flee the area. As quickly as the scream started it stopped. And within this realm, nothing remained of Tianna, but the clothes that she wore, and the bindings that had held her, lying in ribbons by a now dead fire.

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A short Angels Emma’s place. Emma! It was Emma I was out shopping for.

We’d not been with our previous charge long enough to learn much about human holidays. It had just been a matter of months before our Emma-induced train-wreck, and then the repercussions from this. Banishment, stripping of powers. And, for me at least, a near death experience. Until clever Emma had found a way. And nice Andy had agreed to help.

Back to holidays… I’d seen heart-strewn advertisements for Valentine’s Day and become curious; there was so much that was new and intriguing. When I asked him, Andy had said, “GIYF,”. Then I asked him what “GIYF” meant.

At this point, he gave a sigh and asked me to pull up a chair. He showed me this thing called, ‘the Internet.’ And then another called, ‘Wikipedia.’ It was terribly interesting. Apparently, you could use it to look stuff up. It was like the codices back home; but with much less vellum. The thing he looked up for me was ‘Valentine’s Day.’ There was text, lots of text, and pictures as well.

I thanked Andy. He said it was no problem, and that I could give him a blow job later. Of course I said that would be fine; I love fellatio, almost as much as sodomy. And I would need my semen levels topping up soon. But I figured I had enough Divine Grace from last night’s session to see me through the day. Anyway, I thought to myself brightly, ‘I could always just ask someone to inseminate me if I started to feel too tired.’

Andy vacated his chair as he said that he had to run some errands. I swapped seats and spent a very instructional hour learning about Earth customs. At the end of this, I had reached a decision. I was going to get my girlfriend some Valentine’s gifts. How hard could it possibly be?

The omniscient Wikipedia informed me that common Valentine’s presents for a girl included: lingerie, chocolate, roses, jewelry, perfume, and anything with a heart theme. It didn’t mention she-demons, but I assumed that the information was close enough. Much as she liked to deny it, Emma was quite a girlie demon. These items would be easy. I took notes on the piece of parchment that I always kept handy. Then I headed out. Shouldn’t take long.

Emma and I had not been living at Andy’s house for more than a few months. But, in that time, we had celebrated our first Christmas together. Boy, had that been confusing! Nothing in my angelic experience had prepared me for the weird stories that humans told each other. Donkeys? Shepherds? Wise men? Comets? Where did they get this stuff from? As for the central character, well he didn’t remind me of anyone that I knew in Heaven. Emma had said it was best to just go with the flow. So I had. I hoped, now with the benefit of the wise book of Wiki, that I’d fare better with February the fourteenth than December the twenty-fifth.

I consulted my handwritten list. ‘What was the top item, again? Right, lingerie.’ There was a place on the central square in town. I’d go there first.

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Lingerie

I spent a little time looking in the window. Lingerie is a hobby of mine. There were some pretty things, but none of them said ‘Emma’ to me. I decided to seek the help of a professional.

The door had an entry buzzer. I guess they were trying to keep curious adolescent boys out. A woman standing behind a counter at the rear of the shop judged me to be harmless and the lock opened with a click.

“How can I help you today, madam?” The woman was in her thirties, but spoke as if she was twenty years older. “Perhaps I could interest madam in our bridal collections.”

I was excited, white lingerie was my favorite. “Oh, yes please.” I then recalled my real purpose and added sheepishly, “well maybe later, but I’d like to buy a gift for my girlfriend first.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, but her words remained controlled and fluid. “Of course, madam. Do you know her size?”

“She’s about five foot one.”

The woman tittered politely. “Oh, madam. You are having a joke with me. Her bust? Her cup size? Hips?” She looked at me, expecting an answer.

“Well, first of all, can you call me Lily please? It’s Emma who mostly runs the escort service.”

The woman’s eyebrow now seemed to be trying to fuse with her scraped-back hair, but still her voice remained serene. “Of course, Lily.” Again she looked expectant.

“Oh! Her size? I have no idea. But basically me-sized. Just like me.”

Suddenly I had an idea. “I could try lingerie on for her. She really likes red.”

For the first time the sales assistant’s sang became slightly less froid. “Red? But maybe you mean pink?” I shook my head. “Or peach?” Again no. “Apricot?”

“She likes red. Satanic Scarlet is her favorite. Do you have that?” I smiled hopefully at the woman.

The kütahya escort thing is, angels and demons have this, what’s the word?… effect, on humans, both male and female. Their thoughts are often one-track as it is, and beings like me and Emma can sort of accentuate that. Our influence is never zero, we can’t turn it off. But we can dial it up if we like. Particularly if we want something.

The woman looked doubtful, but, as I continued to beam at her, my smile began to be reflected in her face. It seemed to me that she blushed a little. She raised a hand to her face and a finger to the side of her mouth. And then she was off, glancing back over her shoulder as she walked to an adjoining room, and saying, “let’s see what we can find back here.” She beckoned for me to follow.

The room had two leather easy chairs, a low coffee table, a large standing mirror, and a changing cubicle. I sat on a chair as the woman used a step stool to look through an array of boxes, stacked against the far wall. As she did, she continued to talk to me. “I’m sure we can find something. I’m Tiffany, by the way.”

Tiffany stopped her search for a couple of seconds and grinned at me, head on one side, biting gently on a finger-tip. She loosened her ponytail, ruffled her long, dark hair and then went back to the boxes.

Eventually she returned balancing four cardboard cartons. “So I found two possibles. I didn’t measure you, but I’m pretty sure that these will fit. And… I brought the same ones in my size. We can play dress up together.”

With a giggle, Tiffany placed the boxes on the table and opened the first one. She held up some diaphanous scraps of material in just the right color. “Shall I change first, or can I help you to get undressed?”

“Both!” I replied eagerly. She was a pretty girl and dress up sounded like my kind of game. “I don’t think we need to bother with the cubicle.”

A flurry of unzipping, unbuttoning, and wriggling off, and we were both nude. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to be in each other’s arms and then each other’s mouths. As we embraced I stroked the wispy dark hair nestling between her legs and her fingers found my silky smooth mound.

Tiffany clearly had Latin roots, I’d have guessed at some Mexican blood. Her skin was slightly tanned, her rosebud lips full. Her eyelashes long, her black eyes alluring as she pulled back and looked at me.

Together we both said. “Let’s get dressed.”

I first found a lacy garter belt and wrapped it round my narrow waist, clipping it at the front, before twisting it round to the correct place. Tiffany’s eye was clearly expert and it fit me well. Next sheer thigh high hose. I stood with a foot on one of the chairs as I rolled the delicate material up my skinny legs. I couldn’t help glancing sideways to see Tiffany mimicking my actions. She was taller than me, then most were, and had graceful legs.

Next the bra. It was see-though and made of the same fine material as the belt. I’m not the biggest of girls, and finding bras that don’t hang off my chest is a challenge, but this one hugged my flesh beautifully. Looking at my reflection, it looked super cute. Emma would love it. And now the panties. Holding them up, I noticed a only a slit where the gusset should be.

Tiffany’s voice interrupted my appraisal of the garment. “Do you think crotchless suits me?”

She had sat on the front edge of the other chair, laid back and lifted her legs onto its arms. Her panties splayed open revealing pristinely waxed outer labia beneath her black, tangled triangle. And inner labia that were already parted, a glistening pinkness peeping out invitingly. Trying on my panties could wait.

I got onto my hands and knees, and crawled to Tiffany. A crooked, and slightly predatory, smile on my face. I licked my lips in anticipation. As I continued my cat-like prowl, Tiffany reached down with her hands and parted herself, ready for me. Adding to the general feline vibe, she almost purred in a soft and emotion-filled voice, “I’ve never done this with a woman. But I want to with you, Lily.”

Reaching my ‘prey,’ I bent my elbows and kissed each of Tiffany’s pedicured and dainty feet. I began to lick slowly up from one ankle… Then had an inspired idea. “I think you might like this, sweetie.”

Closing my eyes, I thought cat thoughts. A sharp exclamation from Tiffany made me open them again. I saw shock in her face, but also something else; desire. I’d found I was a decent judge of human character, at least in the area of wants and needs. Angels can be very calming and I bathed my new friend in invisible waves of serenity. She clearly relaxed. Pleased with myself, I wriggled my whiskers and licked my furled paw-like fingers. My furry tail curled round my pale pink body. “Do you like the ears, honey?”

Tiffany gulped and nodded open-mouthed. “Well let me try my cat tongue on you. Sorry manisa escort if the whiskers tickle.”

I placed a palm on either of Tiffany’s thighs and lowered my face toward her. Wow! I had always loved the scent of an aroused woman, but I seemed to have also acquired a feline olfactory system. My whole body quivered as I inhaled her deeply. Closing my eyes, I savored the moment. Her aroma rolling through my nostrils like a fine Bordeaux on my palate.

I could resist no longer and touched the tip of my long, rough cat’s tongue to her crinkly, dripping vaginal opening. Her taste was also divine and I leaned up to let Tiffany briefly take me in her mouth. To let her share in my sensory dream-world. Then down again, but this time peeling the hood off of her clit and lapping at her. Feeling her body begin to twitch and soft moans start to pass her lips. Tiffany put a hand on the back of my head and guided me to her pussy. Given my appearance, it seemed only appropriate.

My tongue was muscular, as well as long, and I probed her sweetness deeper than any human girl could have. Soon Tiffany’s moans turned to fevered groans. Her twitching turned to the start of convulsions. And her juices flowed, a heavenly cream for this angelic kitten. I found her clitoris with my fingers and gripped her thigh securely with my other arm. She wasn’t going anywhere.

I tightened the sinews in my tongue and extended it to its full, and considerable, length. Then I plunged into her, my face pushed hard against her vulva. Then out. Then in harder. Lingually fucking her grateful wetness. The groans became yelps. The yelps became louder and more frequent, finally merging into a single, drawn out scream as Tiffany’s body trembled and I felt her sprayed juices on my nose and cheeks.

Letting her calm down, I returned to my mother cat routine on Tiffany’s clit. Slow, sensuous lapping. As she came back to herself, a smile formed on her sweat covered face. “Your turn now Lily.”

We swapped places and — just as Tiffany had earlier — I opened myself for her. Feeling like the cat that had caught the canary.

An hour and a half later, and back in my normal form, I kissed Tiffany goodbye. A little angel magic had made my transmutation seem more like a dream to her. I wasn’t so keen on memory wipes as Emma was. But I didn’t know Tiffany that well, and it was probably best to avoid complications at this stage.

Tiffany said that it had been lovely to connect, and confessed that she had been feeling a little lonely of late. I hugged her and said I’d love to be friends. I left with a box tucked under my arm and her insistence that I didn’t need to pay for its contents. All to the good really as I had no idea that I needed money. Stores in Heaven weren’t like Earth ones.

So. My list. What was next? Oh yes. Chocolate. There was a place a block away.

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Chocolate

It was a nice day and pleasant to walk across the square and on a block to the chocolatier. An array of boxes was on display in the window, next to a framed photograph of the owner and a certificate from a Parisian culinary school. I had come to the right place.

There were no security measures here and I let myself in, a bell chiming as I did. A man appeared from a rear room, wiping his hands on a white towel. He matched the photograph. A large, black man, probably in his mid-to-late-forties, with close-cropped hair surrounding a balding dome. His face was warm and friendly. He seemed delighted to have a customer and keen to talk about chocolate.

“Hello, young miss. How can I help you today? Is it a Valentine’s gift?” He smiled broadly.

“You guessed it. Wikipedia says chocolate. I need chocolate for my girlfriend.”

He laughed, not skipping a beat. “Well she’s a lucky girl, for sure. What does she like?”

“Cocks! She likes cocks an awful lot. Well pussies as well, particularly mine, I supp…” I trailed off as the shop owner’s face froze. ‘Maybe that hadn’t been what he meant,’ I thought. ‘Humans were so confusing sometimes.’

But he rallied and the smile returned, just as I was thinking of giving him a dose of my calming aura. “Well, that’s fine I suppose. I guess I could do a special order. I’ve never done that before, but why not?”

“Oh that’s lovely of you, thank you. But there is a problem. I don’t actually have any money. The kind lady at the lingerie shop let me have stuff for free. What was it she said? Oh yes, ‘a quid pro quo.’ Do you take those here?”

The guy’s jaw dropped open. “Tiffany? Tiffany and you…? As a quid pro quo?”

“Yes. That’s right, do you know her?”

“Well a little. I used to go there sometimes, before…” His voice faltered. Maybe I would need to use my serene powers after all.

But again his good nature came to the fore. “Well you don’t need to know about my last girlfriend, do you?”

I mardin escort gave him my most trusting look. Angels are good at that shit. And he opened up. “So she fooled around. That’s it. Good riddance I say. Though,” and here his voice became softer, “that Tiffany is a fine looking woman.”

I heartily agreed. “Yes, and her pussy tastes amazing when she cums.” I gave him a sweet smile.

He shook his head. “I didn’t know.” He seemed deflated. Time for some Lily magic. I turned up my calming dial.

“It’s OK, she likes guys as well; just like me. I’m sure a good looking man like you would have a chance with her.”

“You think I’m good looking?” Incredulity was on his face, but also something else. The same look that had crossed Tiffany’s features a little while ago. Maybe I had dialed up the wrong type of influence. Oh well, no harm, no foul. It occurred to me that maybe a little top up of semen would be a good idea. Tiffany had used up a lot of my energy.

“Look, what’s your name?”

“Michael. People call me Mikey.”

“Well, Mikey. The chocolate cock sounds perfect for Emma. But, there is the question of payment. And it struck me, we maybe need to have something to base it on. A model as it were. Perhaps if we…” I eyed the room he had come from and simultaneously flooded him with rays of angelic catnip, turned to eleven.

Not many men could resist that, and Mikey wasn’t one of them. He nodded and motioned for me to join him in the back. “It’s a deal, angel.”

“Oh goodie! But how did you know?”

As Mikey’s face showed confusion, I quickly added, “never mind.”

I’d assumed we would be walking into a kitchen, but the room was a make-shift office. “So where do you make the chocolates?”

“Oh, through there.” Mikey pointed at a door to the rear of the room.

My curiosity sated, I moved on to more practical matters. “Let’s take a look at it shall we?” I said brightly.

Mikey looked nervous, but I stretched up to kiss him and that seemed to help. “Would you like me to wear Emma’s new lingerie?”

Something about this question seemed to tip Mikey over the edge. “No, just you would be fine, more than fine. It’s been a long time.”

With that, Mikey scooped me off my feet and held me in his arms, kissing me again deeply. Then he gently placed me down on his desk. I like desks, nice and firm. I kicked off my shoes and Mikey helped me pull off my jeans. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him to me. This was going to be fun. But I had a question. “So, Mikey, do you like anal? I do. And you’d be doing me a favor.”

“Anything to please a lady,” he smiled. Then a frown crept across his face. “But I don’t have any condoms, do you?”

Emma had taught me this trick. I leaned forward and whispered in Mikey’s ear, “you don’t need a condom.”

“I don’t need a condom,” was his rather mechanical reply.

“Just fuck my ass.”

“I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

With that I undid his belt, unclipped his pants, and pulled down his zipper. His torso still clothed, Mikey dropped his pants and pulled his shorts down.

I clapped my hands. “Yes. Exactly like that. Chocolate with a strawberry on the top. Make Emma one like that. And just as stiff, OK!”

I got down from the desk momentarily and took Mikey’s pink dome in my mouth, sliding my hand up and down his coffee-colored length. He groaned and closed his eyes. I was good at this, but had other plans. I slathered his hardness with my saliva.

Climbing back onto the desk and lying back, I peeled off my panties. Then I put my hand deeply in my mouth and collected more spittle, transferring it to my ring. Pushing a little inside. Anal lube was smoother, but I hadn’t brought my bottle with me.

Anyway, sometimes I liked it au naturel. I repeated the process and was ready. I hooked my hands under my calves and spread my legs for him.

Mikey moved forward and pushed his tip against me. “Oh, you’re tight, little one.”

“It’s OK. Just push. I’ve had much bigger things up there.” His face fell. “Toys, I meant toys. And hands as well, come to think of it. You’re just the right size.”

I levered myself up, reached to grab Mikey’s ass, and pulled him to me. He pushed down on his glans with his thumb and my muscles distended enough for him to pop in. I always loved that feeling of first penetration. Lying back down, I pulled up my T and squeezed my meagre breasts in anticipation.

“All the way in, Mikey. I like it deep.”

He did as I asked and I squirmed at the feeling of fullness. With one hand I massaged my clit, making little circular motions. With the other I pinched a nipple. Mikey slid out a little and then I grunted as he sank back in.

He was a gentleman, taking it slow and smooth. At least until I breathlessly told him I wanted it hard. Then he gave me what I craved. His full length in and out. In and out. Balls slapping against my cheeks. A shudder each time he thumped into me. And squeals and cries as the anal stimulation migrated to first my clit and then my whole heaving, throbbing body. I closed my eyes tight and let the heat take me over, a scream building and then bursting out of me as fluids simultaneously sprayed from my pussy.

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Chapter 3 — Bad vampire, no blood!

The shower felt great, I was a hot mess after my night with Rick and needed to clean up. I knew I had only known him a couple of days. Hell he was the first person I talked to besides admissions people on campus. I found myself really hoping he would be okay with it. It was maybe premature to say he would be mine, and I his. But the thought of it not being a possibility at all anymore bothered me.

Determined to keep from worrying more about it tonight I switched tracks, with effort. Does telling him about it mean I have to run the thought of Tracy by him? Or probably not, we are still getting to know one another. He doesn’t get a vote until we are sure of each other and make a commitment. It will make things more complicated though…

Damn, I really want to talk to mom about this, the birth one, Mia. She started dating dad knowing about the polyamory thing when he already had Maria and Nikki. I am curious what she thought about and how she made that decision. But I don’t want to run home just two days after I finally left. So that was out. I am pretty sure Pia joined at the same time too. What did she do with the jealousy? Seems to me jealousy would be the biggest obstacle to acceptance of the polyamory lifestyle.

I finished my shower and dried off. My body was pleasantly sore. I smiled at the thought of Rick bending me over again, god that was so good when he took control. No real violence to it, just strong hands and a leading hand. I am an independent person, or I want to be, but…

I was going over the pleasant memories when I got into bed. Tracy was still not back. I shrugged, hoped she was having a good time and fell asleep.

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The phone rang and woke me 3 hours later, it was just 5:30 am and I groaned, reached over and picked it up and said hello.

“Is this Mina?”

I woke up fast at the official sounding voice, “Yes, what is it?”

“This is the on campus medical facility. We have a Tracy here, your roommate? She had you as the emergency contact.”

That’s strange, but then who knows, maybe she doesn’t have family or something.

I said concerned, “What’s wrong? Is she OK?”

“She fainted, the blood tests came back and she has an iron deficiency, she should be fine, we need someone to come pick her up.”

Iron deficiency? My blood ran cold and I shivered. Vampires.

I said, “I’ll be right there, can you tell me the building and room?”

The school had a large med program, so it had a teaching hospital, and a lot of sub buildings.

“The main hospital ER. Just ask for her when you get here and we can get her discharged.”

I said, “On my way, thank you,” and hung up the phone.

I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a clean plain t-shirt, brushed out my hair quick and took off. Glad that Rick made me walk around all afternoon I headed to the hospital section. I saw Andrea in the waiting room and blasted a, ‘Why didn’t you call me when a vamp got her!!’ straight to her mind.

She flinched and glared at me and said out loud, “He was quick. He just took her and drank from her then left. There was nothing you could and the danger was past so…” she kind of just trailed off.

I sighed. Sorry, just freaked out a bit. I headed over to the main desk and asked for Tracy, they said she would be out in a minute so I took a seat. The other guardians were looking at me, while I had been subtle and used mind to mind Andrea just outed me to probably every angel here, which means by tomorrow every one of them on campus would know I could hear and see them. Great! Not!

Tracy came out looking pale and raising my eyes daring her to say something I stole a small trickle of light energy from Andrea and fed it into Tracy’s body when I took her hand. It would not immediately heal her though I could. I couldn’t do that without exposing me to normal people, but it would have her feeling fine and backup to a full load of blood by this afternoon.

“You okay Tracy?”

She blushed but nodded, “Sorry you had to be dragged out of bed. They weren’t going to let me go otherwise.”

I squeezed her left hand with my right, the one I was holding and waved my left arm dismissively.

“No problem at all, really. What happened?”

She shrugged and said, “I don’t really remember, I was walking home from the pub running some welcome back to campus party. Next thing I knew I woke up to a couple of guys that found me passed out. They helped me wake up and got me here.”

I had my senses attuned to her, my mind open to receive and that is pretty much what happened, I didn’t pick up anything she left out at least. What I didn’t expect was the rest of what I got.

Her mother was a drunk, and her step father an abusive prick. He was the reason why she was so hard on herself, calling her useless and fat for years. Too ugly and worthless. My stomach tightened in anger but I kept my face concerned and attentive somehow.

I also picked bitlis escort up shame, she was really attracted to me, loved my pixie frame and my body. She also thought I was nice. She didn’t think she had a chance because she was ugly and felt shame about her being bi, her step father telling her it was a sin and wrong. Holy crap, what a mess.

Tracy had one of those cute faces, and her body was fantastic, she was a size 14, but she wasn’t fat. There were no rolls, just plain huge tits and a nice backside. I did like her. But how to convince her of that, or for her to take a chance on something she had shame for? I was at a loss on that.

If she feels shame for being Bi what will she feel at the possibility about polyamory? Actually I thought she was damn impressive after seeing what she went through, she was scarred but not bitter. But she definitely had some things to overcome. I would need to either be patient, or forget about her as a possibility. Truth is though I liked what I saw in her, outside of the twisted shit from her messed up family that is.

I was also feeling guilty at seeing the worst part of her life, even if it hadn’t been my intention when I read her. Results are what count after all. I can keep my mouth shut though. When you are the mind reader in the house you have to keep secrets, or no one will want to talk to you.

I squeezed her hand again and said, “Well at least your okay, let’s get you into bed, you look so tired.”

Tracy said, “Thanks again for coming to get me and walking me back.”

I giggled, “Just remember that when I call you at 3am drunk and lost.”

I was trying to put her at ease, and it worked as she smiled and said, “Anytime.”

I had a bad feeling as we were about half way back so I opened my senses up, cursing myself for not having thought of it earlier. I was going to have to keep my supernatural radar up all the time looking for bad things I decided. At least at night, although demons walked around in the day I could see those from a mile off with just my eyes. I did detect a couple of signatures a few blocks to our left, but I wasn’t going to go play hero, at least not with Tracy to get back to the dorm.

I also discovered something disturbing. All of my vampires, their dark energy was… Clean, smooth and refreshing. A joy to take in and work with. What I felt a few blocks over was oily, dirty, and greasy. I wondered if that indicated evil. Not so much dark and light, but the feel of the dark or light energy. The energy reflecting the use it was being put to. Energy isn’t sentient but it has a certain awareness of the intent of the wielder, so it makes sense, to me anyway.

I know dark energy isn’t evil in and of itself. You couldn’t grow up in my house and believe that, plus that would mean my sister and I were evil too, which was ridiculous. Also wisdom suggests Nephilim are evil, and those are beings with control over light energy, and I know my brother isn’t evil. I was convinced that like any other weapon or tool it was the wielder that was good or evil, not the tool.

I promised myself I would stop them if an opportunity came up though. I couldn’t leave Tracy right now, and I wouldn’t put her in danger, but I felt responsible, the need to do something.

We finally made it back, Tracy was leaning on me, it had been a long slow walk and hard for her. I was feeling guilty knowing I could have healed her, but the consequences of that would be unacceptable. I would only risk exposure to save a life, not make a little trouble go away.

I also thought I was insatiable, because her left breast felt really good pressed against my arm. If being bi was a sin, I am so going to hell. Of course I have the certainty, if it was a sin my mothers, Nikki and Marie, wouldn’t be so…. Close. I figured if an angel was doing it, or at least if there was no rule against it, it was probably okay.

I helped her up the stairs and into bed, she was clearly so tired she was almost acting drunk. I helped her get undressed and into bed, then did the same hoping to get a few more hours anyway before waking up for the day, it was 6:30 now, my trip taking an hour.

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I stretched as I woke and became aware of my surroundings. I had slept really late, it was 10:30. I looked over and Tracy was lying there looking miserable. I had to tamp down the urge to heal her, I hated seeing her, anyone really, so weak when I could help. Goes back to my overdeveloped sense of empathy and compassion.

“Morning Tracy, feeling any better?”

She shrugged and said, “Still tired.”

I frowned as she should be feeling better by now, perfect by this afternoon.

I suggested, “How about we go get some late breakfast, maybe steak and eggs, the protein would help I think.”

She tilted her head and said, “Are you sure? I’m sure you had plans, I can deal.”

I grinned and said cheerfully, “Nope, you are stuck with me for now, how about it?”

She blushed bolu escort then nodded.

I got up and started to change. Oops, it really is a habit. I didn’t do anything teasing this time though, just a nice view of my naked back side. I threw on stretchy shorts, a sports bra and a half shirt.

Tracy said she would be right back and went to shower, I had one a few hours ago so was fine, just headed to the bathroom to freshen up, brush my hair and teeth and all.

Andrea was down the hall in the showers, but I could send that far easy, “Why isn’t she better yet, any idea? She should still feel a little bad until this afternoon, but…”

“He drained more blood than he should have, she almost died. The power is helping, but it will take until probably tomorrow morning for her to recover fully. You just miscalculated the amount she needed.”

I replied, “Damn, ok, should I just leave well enough alone, I don’t want to out myself for magic to a normal human.”

“Another small push wouldn’t hurt, by the time it helps she will think it was the breakfast.”

I closed my eyes and concentrated, stealing another small shard of power, and fed it to the one already in there. There should be a small immediate boost to her health. Hopefully she will think it’s the shower waking her up.

I went back to the room. She came back in a few minutes later. I watched as she changed, she looked a little uncomfortable changing in front of me, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t leer or joke or flirt. I was so proud of myself for holding in all the stupid humor that ran through my head.

It was between meals at the cafeteria but she had a car, so we headed to the town nearby and got some steak and egg breakfasts at the diner. It was really good. By the time we left she was feeling much better so I asked her if there was anything she needed to get done for Monday, our first classes still two days away.

She shrugged then said, “We can head to the mall, I wouldn’t mind looking for clothes.”

I said, “Sounds fun, let’s do it. I need to pick up some sleepwear too.”

I figured I could buy some night clothes at VS, drooling at the thought of Tracy seeing me in the stuff. I decided I was most definitely an exhibitionist, at least for those that I liked, I’m not sure how I would feel about strangers and I wondered if that really counted? Shrugging we headed into the mall on a mission.

I pulled out my phone when it beeped, got a text from Rick. When I read it I was so relieved, he wanted to know what I was doing and if we could get together. At least he still wants to see me.

I texted back, “I am out shopping with Tracy. She had some iron deficiency and fainted last night, going to stick with her for the rest of the day. Tomorrow?

He replied, “Sure, want to hit the lake for picnic, say 11am?”

I sent back, “I would love to, see you then.” I couldn’t wait to see him, see what he said about things.

Tracy got her shopping done picking up a few more outfits and I convinced her to come with me into VS. I picked up a pair of red silk PJ’s, and a few other racier items. We did some window shopping and then headed back to the college to catch dinner. Tracy was funny and great company when she forgot to feel guilty about her feelings, or withdrew into that shyness. Thankfully she didn’t do too much of that.

I said, “Any plans for tonight?”

She shook her head, “No, you?”

I shrugged, “How about a movie? We should probably avoid bars and drinking tonight. If you want to spend more time with me that is?”

She sighed, totally faking long suffering and said, “I suppose.”

I let her pick the movie and we wound up watching a thriller with romance thrown in. It wasn’t bad. By the end of the movie I could tell she was back to a hundred percent health wise. Her color had returned and she was in a better mood, though still awkward at times. While we drove back through to the college I caught a whiff of vampire on my senses.

Remembering Tracy almost died I decided I was going to do something. I reached out and into the vampire with my power, instead of stealing his energy I just hooked it, so I could spy on and find him no matter where he was. A useful tool from my childhood I didn’t use anymore on people, but felt perfectly fine about using it on an enemy, an evil vampire.

Tracy said, “I had a great time today, and I feel so much better.”

I squeezed her hand then let it linger a bit before pulling back, “I had a great time too, I lucked out getting you as a roommate.”

Tracy grinned and said, “No, that was me, I lucked out.”

I giggled, “Thanks, but I really did too.” I sounded sincere by the end of my statement.

She blushed but this time she smiled through it and reached out and squeezed my hand. Maybe she was less repressed than I thought, I did read her mind when she was very weak and in a bad state. That can make a world of difference at times.

I held onto her hand after the squeeze, burdur escort weaving my fingers between hers. She didn’t claim it back until we finished getting through the campus and found a parking spot relatively close to our dorm.

She said, “Can I have my hand back?” in a teasing tone.

I said, “Only if you promise not to run,” arching my eyebrow.

She asked in a low voice, “But, if I don’t run how can you catch me?” looking in my eyes.

This time I blushed, but I didn’t look away from her eyes at all as my heartbeat sped up.

I said breathlessly, “You mean I haven’t already?” challenge in my eyes.

She giggled and broke eye contact as she said questioningly, “Maybe?”

We walked up to our room, I was dying to look in her head, but honestly the racing heart, nervousness, anticipation mixed with being unsure, I wouldn’t give up those feelings for anything, it made me feel so alive. My lips tingled in anticipation as my breathing sped up a little. She unlocked the door letting us in our room and closed the door.

When she looked at me I almost gasped, her eyes were full of question, and an almost painful look of vulnerability. A fear of being hurt, rejected. A fear that her step father was right about her. I didn’t need to read her mind. I could see it all on her face and in her eyes.

It wasn’t all bad though, I could see her attraction to me, and hope. I reached out and caressed her face slowly, when she didn’t reject that touch I slid my hand around and cupped her neck. I pulled her in for a kiss, a gentle brush of our lips. Then I took a tiny step back and looked into her eyes. Letting her make the next move.

My eyes showed her my vulnerability, my attraction, and a tinge of lust. She responded to me by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me in for a kiss. Her lips soft and pliant as mine were. We slowly caressed and explored each other as the kiss transformed from tentative, to soft, to passionate and finally hungry.

I gasped into her mouth as I felt her soft hands slide under my shirt and touch my bare flesh. I nipped her bottom lip then kissed my way across her neck to kiss and suckle her earlobe. When that drew a gasp I sucked harder and slipped my hands into her shirt as well, caressing with my soft fingertips and hard nails.

We separated, breathless, flushed and smiling. I started to undress her and saw nerves and panic in her eyes for a second, but she banished it with a sigh. I felt the weight of the trust she was extending, this was not normal for her and it was precious to me. She was taller than me, and while she did not have a washboard stomach she most certainly did have an hourglass figure. She was marvelous.

When I leaned down slightly and took her nipple in my mouth I could scent her arousal and it made me moan in to her breast. I gently manipulated her other nipple with my fingers, avoiding giving any pain, just pleasure. I love a good hard nipple twist, but I instinctively sensed she wouldn’t. So I brushed it gently between my fingertips while sucking in her other nipple and licking the tip.

She must have decided it was her turn because she pushed me back a bit and started to strip my clothes. When the last article fell to the floor she was drinking me in with her eyes, longing and lust burning in her beautiful hazel eyes. We shuffled over to my bed, for the simple reason it was closest to where we were standing. I gently pushed her back and laid her down.

Then hovering above her I kissed her softly. I allowed our breasts to light brush, teasing our senses, increasing our need. Then I kissed my way down her body and spent some time on her breasts. I was propped up on my left elbow and started teasing her body with my right hand, caressing under her breasts, grazing them. Running my finger tips down her stomach to caress her thighs.

Not sure why I was convinced I shouldn’t be rough with her breasts, it was instinctive. However I found out a short time later. Without stimulating any other erogenous zones her breathing picked up pace dramatically in just a few short minutes of my tongue and lips teasing her. Another few minutes of attention on her nipple and…

She gasped out, “God Mina, that feels so gooOODDDD.”

She launched into an intense orgasm. I realized with tits that sensitive a painful twist mixing pleasure and pain for me would be absolute torture for her on these sensitive breasts. I could smell her ejaculate and needed to taste her so I abandoned her nipple and kissed my way down her body.

I licked her center, her honey soaked labia like silk against my tongue. I moaned when I reached the apex of my lick, stimulating her clit with vibrations and the light pressure of my tongue then lowered my tongue for another pass. This time I pushed in a little, separating that first silken barrier with my tongue, the sides hugging my lip lightly as I licked back up to her clit.

I moaned in pleasure when she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into her as she arched her back. Her reactions caused me to redouble my efforts and I pleasured her with my tongue and lips, sucking in her clit and licking it every ten seconds or so. She was fairly close so I slid in a middle finger and curled it. Invading her molten core and looking for the hottest spot.

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