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The Other Side of the Coin Chapter 30

dandalk on Supernatural Stories

Not really any descriptive sex here as the story gets wrapped up. Sandra moves out of Miwa's house after getting married, only to then suffer tragedy in her life that brings her back into Miwa's arms while Guy and Sena get a place of their own. Miwa's thoughts on how she feel now as a female compared to when she was male.

A Dream Fulfilled

KalikaRae on Supernatural Stories

Diandra lay on the bed, her platinum hair pooling out around her as she slept. She turned; the silk robe she wore came undone slightly, exposing her left shoulder and the top portion of her breast.

She sighed in her sleep, a soft moan sliding from her. She bent her left leg, her knee almost level with her naval. The robe slid from her legs revealing her legs up to her creamy thighs.

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e="Times New Roman">A shadowed figure watched her as she slept, but she did not stir from her slumber at the other’s presence. She hadn’t even realized there was another being in the room. She turned again, this time lying on her stomach, the robe sliding below her shoulders, hints of skin showing beneath the hair that slid over her back.

The shadow watched her, one hand resting on a column as it leaned against the marble. Diandra had been here for a long time, several months. Disappearing for a day or so when she was needed in the Fae Realm, but always, she returned. In the months she had been staying at The Bloody Rose, she had grown from the small child she had appeared as and grown into a young woman who appeared to be in her late teens. Her form was small, but only a blind man could not notice the curves that she had. But she had still not regained her memories of her former lives. Everyone had hope that some day she would remember, but everyone also realized that it was something that would happen in its own time.

Diandra turned again, but a hand pulled the silk sheet over her body, allowing the darkness only a brief glimpse of the soft flesh beneath.

It was that brief glimpse that caused a soft growl and sexual energy to emit from the shadowy figure. This did cause Diandra to wake up, her silver and azure eyes glowed softly as they looked around the darkness. “Who’s there?” she whispered.

The figure raised a hand, the lights in the room turning on, casting a dim, warm glow over the room. Merriec stepped away from the column, smiling strangely. Diandra sat up slightly, holding the sheet close to her body, a soft blush to her cheeks. “Hello, Lord Merriec,” she said as she glanced around the room. “Is something the matter?” Merriec shook his head, his black hair gleaming in the dim light. “Then why are you in here?”

Merriec was suddenly on the bed, his face so close to hers that he could feel the warmth of her lips. “Ma belle fleur (My beautiful flower), what reason do you think I have for being in here? You.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers as one of his hands gently tugged at the sheet she clutched to her chest.

“L-Lord Merriec. I don’t-“

“Shh, Diandra. I won’t hurt you. Je ne ferais jamais cela a’ vous (I would never do that to you). I gave you my memories from your past life. I wanted you to see how I loved you, and respected you, hoping you would remember. I could not stand to think that you could fear me. Je souhaite seulement vous me rappeler nous (I only wish for you to remember us).”

Diandra’s eyes began to tear, “Merriec, I’m so sorry. I’ve tried, I really have. I just can’t remember. I know how much you loved Shailiha-“

Merriec placed a finger to her lips. “Je vous ai aim’e, Diandra. Je toujours (I loved you, Diandra. I still do). I value your friendship. I cherish your beauty. Within and without. I told myself that your friendship love was all that I could ever want or need, but when you died, I felt as if I’d cursed us both by not giving in to my true feelings and desires. Chaque nuit, je r^eve de vous (Every night, I dream of you). I dream of what it would be like to make love to you. I even have nightmares of holding you as you die again, still having never known what it is to have been with you. Please, Ma Fae. Make one dream true, and make sure the other never comes true again. Permettez-moi de donner ceci aux tous les deux nous (Allow me to give this to the both of us).”

Tears slid down from Diandra’s eyes as she kissed the tip of his finger that rested against her lips. He leaned in and kissed her tears from her cheeks as her hands moved to his face. Merriec’s hands slid to her shoulders, his palms moving over her soft skin as he caressed the silk off her shoulders.

Her hands pulled his face to hers and she kissed him slowly, sensually, her tongue sliding against his.

Merriec’s hands moved over her back, his fingers spread so that he could touch as much of her as possible. Her hands moved to his shirt, slowly pulling it up form his waist, he reluctantly raised his arms, the soft growl in his throat relaying he did not like that lack of contact his body had with hers, but she had the shirt off him before a heartbeat sounded within her chest and his hands were moving over her body once again in exploration.

He nuzzled against her neck, his hands moving to her breasts, pressing against the soft flesh. His fingertips brushed over her nipples, eliciting soft moans as his touch caused them grow harder.

Diandra’s hands moved through Merriec’s dark hair, her fingers tightening slightly. Merriec pulled the sheet away from her body and sat back. His gaze locked with hers, seductive possession swirling in his eyes as he allowed his gaze to lower, taking in the sight of her naked body before him.

He smiled at the soft blush that covered her body. He loved how it made her areolas and nipples a darker pink. He noticed that she kept one leg bent and leaning over the other, concealing her womanhood.

His palm rested on her bended knee. He couldn’t believe how perfectly his hands rested against her body, as if she was created for him and his touch alone.

Merriec laid down on the bed, propped up on one elbow as he slid his hand up her thigh, slowly moving it inward, until his fingers were brushing against her inner thigh. Slowly, his gaze moved back up her body to her face. He smiled, his hand gently caressing her creamy soft skin. She returned his smile, one hand moving to cup his cheek. He turned his head at the last instant and kissed her palm. “Je vous veux, Diandra. Tout le vous (I want you, Diandra. All of you).”

She smiled to him, love shining in her eyes. While Diandra did not have the memories of her past lives, she had no doubt in her mind that she loved Merriec. Since the first moment she had laid eyes on him, she had felt a strange pull to him from within her soul. Merriec had shown her nothing but patience, tenderness, caring, and love since that day he appeared on the rise in Mongolia . “Merriec, I give myself to you. Completely. Mind, body, and soul.”

The conviction and tenderness that was in those words touched the deepest recesses of Merriec’s soul. He kissed her passionately; the fire and passion within that kiss seared her to her very core. His hand slid from her thigh and cupped her, his palm pressing against the moist warmth as he slid a finger gently inside her.

They both gasped. She from his gentle invasion. He from the wet fire that gripped his finger so tightly. Her body moved slightly, sliding his palm against her as his finger moved deeper. The soft moan issuing from her made him pull back from the kiss slightly. “Ma belle fleur(My beautiful flower), if you continue like this, Je ne pourrai pas se commander (I will not be able to control myself).” He smiled and leaned over, grazing his teeth over her breast, teasing her nipple before he gently sucked on it, his finger moving slowly within her.

He didn’t slide deep inside her. He wanted to wait a while longer before he brought her that instant of pain before the pleasure rippled through her body.

“Merriec,” Diandra whispered, “mark me as yours. Please. Take my blood and brand me as yours.”

He slid his finger out of her, the pressed two into her entrance, she gasped again, feeling his fingers stretching her. “Si est ce ce que vous voulez vraiment (If that is what you really want).” She nodded, and he smiled, lifting his head and moving his lips to her neck.

“No. Not there. Not yet. I want you to do it here,” her hands gently guided his head to her left breast. “Please, Merriec. Here. On my breast. Over my heart.”

He tenderly kissed her breast before his fangs skimmed over the gently swell, searching. She moaned, her sheath tightening around his fingers as he pulled them back more, he didn’t want her to lose her innocence to his probing fingers.

He sank his fangs into the soft creamy swell of her breast. The taste of her blood reminded him of spiced wine. The very essence of her was intoxicating. Her hips moved slightly, trying to take his fingers deeper, but he wouldn’t allow that. His palm grinded gently against her as he slowly released the endorphins into her body, keeping the sensations to a minimum. He wanted all of her their first time. He wanted to give her pleasure, and have his own.

Diandra moaned, her arms cradling his head as he sucked gently. Her breathing was slightly ragged as she fought to keep her moans low. He sent a strong burst of pleasure through her body, making her body jerk and a soft scream to sound from her.

He pulled his lips from the wonderful taste of her blood, his tongue moving over the wound, healing it, but leaving a faint scar. He had done as she had asked, and now he would do more.

He brushed his lips over her stomach, slowly making his way lower. Relishing in the texture of her skin, the warmth, the taste, he was in Heaven. Everything about her made his blood heat.

He nibbled at the soft mound between her thighs and she gasped, her body tensing. “Shh,” he said as he moved his body between her legs. His gaze met hers as he lowered his head, his tongue gently pressing against her, sliding over her, tasting her.

She groaned, her hips moving against his mouth as he slid it deeper, tasting more of her. He felt and tasted the juices coming from her. He loved it. He wanted more. He slid his tongue along her lower lips, his tongue probing and swirling over her.

She moaned, her hands sliding through his hair, her body arching into his mouth. His tongue moved faster, driving her to moan and scream as juices flowed from her. His tongue moved to lap at the nectar, taking every drop that he came forth from her.

He crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste what he did. Something he desired from her.

She moaned softly at the taste, and then placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him until he was on his back. She smiled, her fingertips gently moving over his chest. She caressed the scar there as she stared at it thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down, and pressing her lips gently against it in a soft kiss.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the soft kisses that were so innocent, and yet not. He couldn’t help but think she was in his mind, somehow knowing exactly what he wanted.

He felt her fingers grasp the waist of his pants and pull them slowly down. His member sprang from the fabric and his breath hitched. He had wanted this for so long. He opened his eyes and smiled. He had wanted her.

Her gaze met his and held it as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly moving along the length of him. He smiled and moaned at the sensation. She smiled, her head lowering until he could feel her warm breath over the velvet tip. He held his breath.

Slowly, her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling against him. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked him. Her fingers rising to meet her lips, then back to the base, driving him mad with desire. His hips rotated sliding him deep into her mouth. He wanted to be completely inside her.

She felt the tip of him pressing against the back of her throat and moaned, the vibrations making him gasp. Then he nearly screamed as he felt her take him deep into her throat, her gaze never wavering from his. She swallowed, her muscles tightening around him, making him scream in pleasure once more. One hand moved to her hair and gripped it gently, pulling her head against his thrusting hips. She didn’t try to make him stop, if anything, her tight mouth and swallowing urged him on.

He felt the build-up inside him. His hips thrust faster as he moaned. He tried to tell her, he wanted to, but as he watched her, looking into her glowing eyes, he could only manage a moan of pleasure before he felt himself release, spilling his seed down her throat.

He fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. Diandra sat up, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his member before he pulled her face to his for another searing kiss.

Merriec wrapped his arms around Diandra’s waist and turned so that he lay on top of her, covering her body with his own. Her body fit so perfectly against his that he just lay there for a moment, letting their bodies mold to one another.

She smiled softly, her legs rising as the arch of her foot molded against the curves of his leg. He felt her center pressing against him. Merriec smiled, sliding a finger tenderly down one side of her face. “Ma belle fleur, I want you to know that when I enter you, it may hurt, but only for a moment.”

Diandra nodded, placing her hands on his shoulders for comfort and support. “I understand, Merriec.”

Merriec slowly eased into her, clenching his teeth against the pleasure as he felt how tight her body was around him. She moaned, feeling him stretching her, filling her as no one else could.

He pressed against the proof of her innocence and stopped, waiting for her body to adjust to him. “Diandra?”

Her nails pressed against his skin in anticipation. “Go on, Merriec.”

With one sudden, solid thrust he broke through the thin barrier, she cried out softly and her nails broke through a layer of his skin, but he liked the small amount of pain.

He waited a moment, then kissed her as his hips began rocking gently as he moved within her.

Wet, hot velvet gripped him as he moved in and out of her. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room as he began to move faster.

Merriec’s lips moved over Diandra in exploration. He noted her every reaction. He groaned as he felt her legs wrap around him, tightening, pulling him deeper inside.

His hands moved down her sides then cupped her buttocks, gripping them, he moved faster, harder, driving deeper with every thrust.

Diandra screamed softly, pulling her nails over Merriec’s back. Something hard brushed against her chest as he moved, sending electric sparks throughout her body, only adding to the pleasure he was giving her.

Merriec moved faster, unable to think. All he was aware of was the pleasure and Diandra, the source of the sensations rippling through his body.

Diandra’s screams of pleasure grew with Merriec’s. He looked into her eyes and she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. He smiled as he moaned and leaned down, licking her neck lovingly before he sank his teeth into her for a second time.

He let the chemicals flow freely into her as he thrust his hips against her. Her screams rising in pitch as the pleasure of his bite and the full force of her orgasm hit her.

Her body clenched, gripping his as she screamed. The force of her sheath around him made him climax at that exact moment, filling her with his warm juices.

His body began to relax, but hers did not. She was still under his spell, his fangs buried deep in her jugular. He groaned, slowly decreasing the endorphins that pumped into her until her body relaxed.

Reluctantly, he released her from his bite, making sure a faint mark remained on her neck after the wound healed. She had given herself to him, and he would keep her for as long as she wished to stay. And any vampire’s gaze to rest on her neck would see the mark as bright as a new brand, and know not to touch her without permission. Hers or his.

She groaned softly and he rose slightly, looking down at her. Smoky pleasure filled her eyes as he gazed into them. “Yes, Diandra?”

“Something’s shocking me. ” Her hand moved over her chest and brushed against a small metal object.

Merriec felt the chain against his neck shift and he looked down. Shailiha’s ring rested against Diandra’s chest, glowing softly. “It is your ring. J’ai ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste en le gardant (I have been selfish in keeping it). I was to give it back to you when you returned to me.”

With those words, he untied the chain and slid the ring from it. He smiled as he placed it on her left hand, the same finger she had pulled it from before when she gave it to him.

Diandra gasped and tensed, her eyes flashing white as lightening. She sat up and looked around, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Merriec, that was why I couldn’t remember! I placed my memories in the ring I gave to you!” She sat up and hugged him, holding onto to him tightly, as if she hadn’t seen him in an eternity.

  Merriec returned her embrace with just as much love and happiness. “Je suppose que je ne devrais pas avoir ‘et’e ‘ego’i’ste, non? (I suppose I should have given it back sooner, no?)” He smiled, nuzzling into her neck and lying down, holding her to him as they drifted to sleep.

           

Night out

dabra on Supernatural Stories

“The night is black, the clouds are back.

From the heights, a shadowed heart waits.” – Unknown writer.

 

That guy knew what he was writing. The night is black, but not so much so that the moon cannot illuminate the noisy city. Ah, cities, with their dense smell of a hurrying population always running after time, people who will never look twice at each other except, perhaps, to eye a beauty –or

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a beast- and hurry on.

From above, the spectacle is hugely gratifying. People moving like busy ants, filling every street, snaking between cars jammed on the roads, such a pleasure to look at! The smell of pollution hangs thickly in the air, as does that of the countless layers of fake scent that people feel the need to wear.

I await on top of an old decrepit building, eyeing those people like a hawk, for indeed I am a hawk amidst scuttling mice. The thought makes me laugh. I am in a good mood at the moment. Probably from the blood roaring through my brain. Every smell is more defined, every sound is a thunderclap in my ears, the smallest insect crawling on a wall is a graffiti sprayed over my eyes.

The rest of my dinner lies discarded behind me. I can still taste it on my tongue. I run my tongue over my still wet lips and moan contentedly. I get up and stretch. It’s time to go hunting again. I barely spare a glance at the ruined body on the cold roof. He was a man in his mid-thirties who exercised regularly but smoked from time to time; his blood was that mush tastier.

Yeah, I just said his blood. What, I didn’t tell you? So silly from my part… I’m a vampire. Uh-uh, that’s right, a bloodsucker. No shit, I ain’t kidding. You still don’t believe me? Look at these. Aren’t they a little big for a normal mouth? Fake teeth? Don’t make me laugh! Those were outdated, like, last millennia! Okay, you need more proof, I can understand. Wait here.

There, see that homeless dude? Watch. No, I can’t fly but I can jump. *comes back after a minute* Stop struggling, you’ll mess my clothes! A’right, you forced my hand… *this part has been censored due to extreme violence and gore* There, you happy? What, you scared now? Oh, it’s the blood… I told him he’d mess my clothes. Well anyway, you believe me now? Oh, you do. Good. Where was I? Yeah, the roof…

The sounds of heavy bass and a guitar solo draw my ears. A rock concert, how charming. And I was getting a little hungry. The fall to the ground floor would kill any man, but then, I am not a man. I barely grunt as my knees bend when I land. I come out of the alley without a care. Let the cops find the two bodies. If they can…

The concert has been going strong for almost an hour when I reach it. An old warehouse, rearranged to house parties and shows like this one. Probably full of wannabe goths and punkers. God, I hate those, they’re so wrong. I shake my head as I walk through the door. What do you mean I can’t go in uninvited? Oh, you saw it in Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer, so it must be true, that’s what you’re telling me?

*sigh* Forget all you know about vamps. All those books and movies do have something resembling truth in it but they are mostly inaccurate. We can’t fly, we can’t make other vamps just by biting someone, we don’t turn to cinders in the sun, we don’t turn into bats at night to hunt, we don’t dress in black, we don’t fear crosses or bibles. Christopher Pike was probably the closest who came to what we really are.

We can jump very high or fall from great distances without a scratch. We do drink blood, not on a regular basis –there are just so many homeless- but we are quite fond of it. Yeah, it sustains us, blah, blah, blah, crap. We just drink it for fun, it’s like a good wine. We can go a long time without drinking it, but the thirst becomes quite overwhelming at times. We can eat garlic, drink blessed water, walk across running water, reproduce… *wriggles eyebrow* yeah, that way, you pig. But there’s a catch. We can only have kids with other vamps. With an ordinary human, we’re like sterile.

Vampirism is a curse. It’s a disease. It’s a boon. It’s beyond your wildest… no, that won’t do. It’s fucking great is what it is! Yeah, it’s all that. You live forever but sometimes, you wish you were dead. Trust me, I know. Well, back to the story. What about the blood on my clothes, you tell me? This is a concert, I can pretend I dropped a pitcher of syrup on my shirt and I’ll strut in like I’m the shit.

Back to the hunt. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air. Underage kids are already passed out on the floor and are almost getting trampled on by the hysteric crowd. Black leather and white makeup prevail in the sea of people. I search for the source of all beers, hoping to snag a pretty one on my way.

The bartender looks like a Drill Sarge with his huge biceps and his haircut. He barely spares me a glance but serves me an ice cold one seconds after I call him. Yeah, being a bloodsucking fiend has its advantages. You could say I exude an aura. It varies according to the people around me. Men see me as a pretty average looking fellow, but one you would not want to mess with. They unconsciously avert their gaze and are uneasy around me.

For women, it’s another thing. They sense this magnetism that pulls them despite themselves. I get more that a handful of stares as I sip my Bud. Twenty minutes after I buy my drink, I have already been accosted by half a dozen girls waiting to be fucked and even a couple of men. It’s all quite flattering but I do have my standards.

I hear a voice order a Bud. The voice is sensuous, almost sultry as the bartender hands over the thing. I am intrigued. It cannot be one of those underage anorexic bunnies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sparkling black dress sitting on a stool. The bar is the only place worth visiting in this warehouse. The stage is quite far away so the buzz of conversation is audible despite the amplified wails that the singer seems to like so much.

The woman pays me no attention as she sips her beer coolly. I wait and watch. A burly man sits beside her, flashing his Rolex as he hands the bartender a five hundred bill. Gold chains on his arms, gold necklace, gold earrings, a regular pimp with too much to spend.

He tries to fire her up but fails miserably. The woman continues sipping with not a care in the world. He insists, even proposing her money for some time with him. An uncultured swine. She gives him the cold shoulder and a slap. His eyes widen in shock, then outrage and his hand closes into a fist. He raises it and brings it down.

In an instant, I am on my feet. The beefy hand is twice as big as mine but two fingers suffice to block it. He struggles, trying to force me aside but a head butt changes his mind and he staggers to the nearest restroom, holding his shattered nose in one hand. The bartender nods approvingly and I return the gesture. I turn to the woman and get my first good look at her.

She is splendid. Long legs, black knee-high leather boots, a black dress sparkling with black studs, cut low on the cleavage and high on the legs. The hem is maybe four inches below her slender waist. As my eyes travel up, I see what appears to be a C-cup fitted snuggly in the black velvety material. Her face is charming. Green eyes, probably contacts. Defined cheekbones. Full lips, so red, so full of blood. A touch of the delicious liquid touches her cheeks as she murmurs a thank you.

“My pleasure. I dislike seeing women getting bashed.”

“Would you like a drink, as thanks?”

“I already have one,” I say, nodding to my unfinished beer. I have to set the hook firmly before I haul the catch. “But you can grant me a dance.”

She laughs and I mentally approve my choice. She starts a conversation as we drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look at me twice since I sat down.”

“Funny, I noticed the same thing.”

She smiles suggestively. “I like men who do not seem to care.”

“Do I seem not to care?”

“Maybe you do.” There is a twinkle in her eyes as she says that.

I finish my beer just as she does hers and I stand up, offering my hand. She smiles, takes it, gets up and follows me to the dance floor. Dance floor is a wrong word. These people do not dance; they jump around like crazy, trying to squash their bodies together. It is kind of fun, if you have a busty babe grinding herself into you with every move.

She tosses her jet black hair around as she wipes her head as crazily as everyone around her. The band starts a tune that doesn’t seems like fingernails scratching a board and I start jumping too. Soon after, as our bodies get heated and closer, she presses her ass into my crotch and squeezes my left butt cheek. I know I have her, now. Her name is Rina and she wants to go someplace more private.

I take her to my apartment. On the way, she clings to my arm, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. We stagger inside and her mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed. My coat drops to the floor in no time and her tongue explores the confines of my mouth.

She pulls back and giggles once more. Her cheeks flare beautifully and I have to restrain myself not to bite her right now. She darts away as I try to snag her arm. She saunters to the bedroom and drops on the bed in a seductive pose. I smile appreciatively. She slowly lowers the straps holding her loose dress over her bare shoulders and slides them down her arms, moving slowly and so sexily.

Her milky breasts burst free as soon as the cloth is down to her navel. She shows off her navel ring, a single metal loop with a jade stone. The dress finds its way to the floor and she remains clad in her panties and her boots. I reach for my buttons and slowly undo them, slipping my shirt off my chiseled body. Interest sparks in her eyes as she studies the hard sinews under my skin.

My black pants are next. I unbuckle my belt and let them slide to the floor of their own accord, then step out of them. My dick is already tenting my boxers. It aches for release but I have something else to do right now. She spreads her legs as I move my lips to her pussy. A gentle kiss on the fabric than I kiss her mouth with all the passion in me. She nibbles on my lower lip as my hands cup her titties. A moan escapes her as I massage them gently.

My tongue touches hers and we dance a ballet of love in our mouths, exchanging saliva like two sex-crazed teens. I pull back and latch onto a breast. The skin is so smooth, I cannot resist. A sharp cry tells me I have bitten a little hard. No matter. As I suck some of her blood, she moans in the pleasure that pain gives. My tongue swirls around the nipple, licking it and sucking on it. I kiss her again and she tastes her own blood.

I take off her panties and the scent of her womanhood assaults my nostrils. My cock twitches in its confines. I drop my head to her legs and proceed to please her. She moans and bucks as my tongue does the movement I have practiced so long. She almost comes as she grinds my face into her cunny with her hands. I pull back just in time to avoid her orgasm. She pouts but quickly smiles when I lower my boxers.

My dick is not that big but, what with science, it has grown to a decent eight inches long and half again an inch wide. I pump it a few times and a bead of precum oozes out of the slit. Her full lips part as I guide it into a waiting hole.

I moan as her tongue licks my dickhead. The tiny piercing on her organ brings me pleasure like I have rarely known. She moves up and down my shaft, taking it fully into her mouth and throat. She sucks it enthusiastically and I moan all the while. After studying Tantric arts and the Kama Sutra in depth, I have become something of an expert on holding back my ejaculation. She has been sucking me for a good fifteen minutes before I gently tug on her hair and pull myself out. She looks disappointed but a quick kiss on the lips calms her.

Her tongue meets mine briefly as we embrace and fall on the bed. She spreads her legs as I place my dickhead at the entrance of her warm pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing it all over her lips, parting them with my fingers and rubbing myself along her slit. She lets out an exasperated groan and tries to force me inside her. I laugh as I plunge fully into her glory hole.

The feeling is great. I moan as her tightness slowly convulses around my length. She squeezes me through her inner muscles and smiles as I try to pull back. She laughs as I half-heartedly try to escape her clutches. I lean over and bite her right breast. She squeals as blood flows to my mouth again. My mind swoons and it is all I can do to resist draining her dry.

I retreat and thrust inside her mechanically at first, getting the engine started. She warms up and I become more forceful. I push her up the mattress with every thrust, pressing down and forward. She wraps her slender legs around my waist and moans every time I am in her. I use my not inconsequential strength to lift her up, legs still around my waist, and carry her to the wall.

There, I press her back against the cold white paint and proceed to hump her with almost inhuman speed. Being a vampire has many advantages. As I pound her already sore cunt, she orgasms, sending juices running down my legs and hers, wetting the wall behind her. I still do not stop and continue my relentless assault. She has another one right after the first. She hangs on to dear life as I slam her back into the wall. She will be sore if she survives the night.

As she climaxes, I let myself go, emptying my balls into her womb. As the throes of a toe-curling orgasm hits her, she arches her back, presenting me her delicious neck. I bite her and she squeezes me in a muffled scream. The blood flows form the tiny wounds in her flesh and I suck greedily. She begins to release my body as she grows steadily limper. I enjoy biting them beautiful gals while they’re in immense pleasure. It makes their blood rush to their head and the added adrenaline is exquisite. I let go of the corpse’s neck. Her head hangs loosely at her side. Her body is still warm and I am still hard. I thrust inside her for good measure and withdraw. She slides to the floor, joining what little blood I could not drink and the puddle of our secretions.

I wipe myself on her clothes and throw them at her side. My recent activities have energised me. I am positively humming with power. I dress more appropriately, a clean shirt and slacks. The night is still young and I can hunt during the day I must. I stuff the body in a large black bag and cram it into my trash. The blood I wipe with some regret. The girl is no longer on my mind. There will be others, prettier than her and more experienced. If they are good enough, I will let them live.

I take the trash upstairs, on the roof. After a few bounces, I am well away from the crime scene. I dump the body in a heap of junk on a highway. Another victim of a sex crazed wacko. The police will let it go as soon as they see they have no proof. As I head back to my apartment, I pick up a peculiar smell. I stop and smile. Glancing down, I see a couple of teenagers getting it on behind a couple of bushes. I drop down and observe them.

Voyeurism is nice from time to time and I wait until they are finished. The boy hastily puts his clothes back on and vanishes. The girl looks at him with disgust and tries to find her clothes. I can hear her weeping. I emerge from my cover and walk towards her. She might need comforting and the night is still so young…

 

 

The Willow Chronicles Part 2: Tara

frozen_north on Supernatural Stories


The Willow Chronicles #2

Tara

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The summer had been fairly boring thus far. I had been stuck at home most of the time watching my brother and helping mom in our garden. Occasionally my friends would come by and we would go to my room and talk, or go hang out somewhere. I preferred it when we went and talked in the woods. I’ve always liked the woods and the outdoors. I couldn’t wait for my friends to come over, aside from releasing me from my boredom we would talk about my OTHER favorite subject...BOYS

We would talk about all the boys we knew: who was seeing whom, who

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had actually been kissed or more. I was seventeen and one of the oldest of our group, but I was by far one of the least experienced. I had kissed Charlie Framner twice but that was it. Most of the guys thought I was odd because I believed in magic. I didn’t know any of course, but I believed in it. I wished that I could do magic, wished that I could cast some spell that would make some boy fall madly in love with me. He would take me back into the woods and make love to me under the trees. I had always fantasized about losing my virginity in the forest under the ancient trees, close to the spirits of the woods.

One day Erica came by, she asked if I could get away for the night. She said she had something to show me, and that I couldn’t pass this up. It took some doing, but I managed to talk my mom into letting me stay the night at Erica’s (at least that’s what we told her)

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We got on our bikes and headed off down the trail through the woods toward Erica’s house. Erica had been acting differently for the last week or so. She seemed happier, more confident, more secretive, and I was Interested in finding out which guy was at the bottom of it.

About halfway down the trail Erica stopped and got off her bike. When I pulled up next to her she said, "Let’s take a detour." Then she turned off the trail and walked her bike off through the trees.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I caught up to her.

In response she raised her right hand out flat and paused for a moment and concentrated. After a couple of seconds her hand started to glow slightly and then a match size flame came up from the center of her palm and hovered about an inch above her hand. She looked at me and smiled.

"I’ve been learning." She said.

I was so startled I almost wet myself.

"How?!" I asked.

Erica motioned off into the woods and said, "SHE taught me. She’s taught me many things. And she wants to meet you, if you’re willing. Trust me; she could answer your prayers in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine."

"Exactly who is SHE?" I asked.

Erica held up the flame again and winked. "SHE, as I said, is the answer to your prayers. Think about it Tara, Magic, like we’ve always dreamed of. There’s more, so much more."

"But, aren’t we headed toward the old willow?" I asked.

"That’s where she lives, in a manner of speaking". She said. "Trust me. I’ve been going there for years. It’s not what all the old stories say it is. However, all those old legends keep people away, so it’s a nice private, secret place."

"So, what’s she like?" I asked.

"She’s very old," Erica said "and very beautiful. She’s very warm and loving and wise. However, I must tell you, she’s so unlike anything you could possibly expect that your first meeting will be scary. Mind-bendingly terrifying in fact."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was beginning to get worried.

"In order for you to learn to use magic, she first has to make it so that you can channel magic, and THAT doesn’t feel good at all, at first." She said.

"What; what does she have to do to you?" I asked.

"Don’t worry about it. It’ll happen or it won’t. Listen, do you want to always be the same person you’ve always been, or do you want to become something more."

I thought in silence for a while. Magic, what I’ve always dreamed of, but what would I have to do for it? Something about Erica’s tone made me a bit nervous. I thought about how boring my life was and the possibility of something different.

"Lead on." I said, and we continued our walk.

The old willow tree. There are old stories and legends about that place, about how it used to be used by the witches for their ceremonies and sacrifices a couple of hundred years ago. They say that the spot is haunted to this day and that when people go there, bad things happen to them. I was nervous about going but Erica had said that she had been going there for years so I trusted her.

The old willow tree was about two miles off the main trail, but apparently Erica’s coming and going had kept a visible trail for us to use. After awhile we came to the clearing where the willow stood. I was astonished. The thing was HUGE, and it was beautiful. It must have been thousands of years old. The clearing itself was idyllic, almost perfectly circular with the willow in the center and a cool clear stream running through, near the outer roots. We walked our bikes in and parked them under the tree. Erica took off her shoes and socks and went wading in the water.

"Take off your shoes and come on in." She said. "The water’s great!"

I took off my shoes and socks and joined her. We waded in the water for a while. It was wonderfully relaxing. It was a hot sunny day and the cool water felt perfect on my feet.

"So what is it that has to be done to me?" I asked. "What do I have to do?"

"You have to surrender, you have to sacrifice yourself, sacrifice what you are in order to become what you can be."

I blinked, confused. "And what exactly am I that I need to sacrifice?"

Erica smiled and took my face in her hands. She leaned in, kissed me lightly on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "A virgin".

I gasped, somewhat alarmed. "You brought me all the way out here to get LAID...?"

"No." She said. "I brought you out here to join a very secret and elite sisterhood. Getting laid; in a manner of speaking, is just the initiation into that sisterhood. It’s one of the perks as well."

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. Alarms were going off everywhere, my mind screamed "NO" but my mouth said, "O.K.". I thought, "Holy-shit, did I just say that?". Erica smiled again, took me by the hand, and led me back under the vines of the willow. A little ways before the trunk she stopped and turned to face me again.

"Tara," she said, "I want you to meet someone very special." She stepped off to the side and I saw something beyond where she had been standing. A large bunch of vines descended clear to the ground. They all suddenly twisted themselves together and they started to shimmer. Many vines seemed to detach and swirl down into the shimmer as it got stronger. Within seconds the entire bunch of vines had detached and become part of this swirling, shimmering mass. Just as suddenly as it had started, it disappeared. In its place stood the most stunningly beautiful women I had ever seen. She appeared to be in her early twenties. Her skin was like fresh milk. She had straight black hair that went to her ankles. She looked like a young goddess with garlands of flowers and leaves around her head, her hips, her wrists and ankles. Other than that, she wore nothing at all.

She looked at me with deep penetrating green eyes and said something to me but I couldn’t hear it. It seemed as if her voice were coming from far away. Erica looked at me and said, "She wants to know if you come to here to learn, if you are willing to sacrifice what you are, to become what you were meant to be? Be warned however; once you say yes, there is no turning back, and what will happen will happen, whether you wish it or not."

I was still stunned; I couldn’t believe that this was real, that I had seen what I had just seen. Fear and anticipation were building up inside me. I’d heard stories about how your first time was supposed to hurt and all, but I wasn’t sure if it applied here. I was totally out of my depth and for the first time I just went with it. I said, "Yes."

The lady said something again and Erica seemed to translate "Then do not be afraid, what will happen, will happen, and at the end it will all be worth it."

With that, Erica smiled at me and walked away, leaving me alone with the lady. SHE walked slowly up to me with a beautiful, mysterious smile on her face. Just before she reached me I felt something suddenly wrap around my wrists and my arms were pulled all the way up and out like a Y! I was about to let out a scream of fright when she suddenly stepped all the way up to me and put her hand over my mouth. She made a shushing motion with the other hand and took her hand away from my mouth. Then she leaned in and kissed me, and kissed me again, deeply. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands up under, to my breasts. I was about to panic. I had never been touched before and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.

She undid my bra and slowly started trailing kisses down my neck and then my body. As she got lower, more vines came up and ran up the arms of my shirt; the vines lifted and my shirt and bra were lifted over my head and away leaving my breasts exposed. I was terrified at having someone else looking at them but then she took one of my nipples in her mouth and my heart skipped a dozen or so beats. She took the other nipple between her fingers and squeezed and rubbed lightly and I almost came off the ground. She slowly worked her way down till she came to my skirt; she ran her hands gently over me and down my sides, gently brushing off my skirt and panties.

I had never been naked in front of another person before and my mind was reeling with everything from elation to terror. Just when I thought that things couldn’t get anymore unreal something wrapped around each of my ankles and my legs were pulled off the ground, up and behind me, in opposite directions. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was hanging naked, face down, about six feet off the ground, suspended like an X by my wrists and ankles.

A shot of fear ran through me and I started to tremble. She noticed this and kissed me and whispered something in my ear. It still sounded like something coming from miles away and I couldn’t quite make it out, but I think she was trying to tell me to be calm. My fear turned to absolute shock when I felt her palm slide down the length of my belly and up between my legs. I gasped out of fear and humiliation when I felt her hand explore my girlhood and run a finger slowly over and around my clit. Yet it sent a secret thrill of excitement through me at the same time.

"So this is what it is like to be touched by another." I thought. As if in answer to my thought, she looked at me and smiled and silently mouthed "yes"

She reached up and took my face in both hands and kissed me verry, verry deeply. As she did so, I felt something wrap around my hip joints and suspend my lower body from there. My legs were spread as wide as they would go and I felt fleshy vines wrap around and start caressing my breasts. I suddenly gasped in terror when I felt a pair of hands (hers were on my face) spread my girlhood as wide as IT would go. I finally let out a little shriek of fear when I felt a tongue start gently licking me down there. She looked at me and mouthed "you taste good."

I felt a pair of lips wrap around my clit and my terror evaporated. I felt pleasure like I had never imagined start to course through my body. I couldn’t help it; my body started to tingle and started to move on its own. More and more vines wrapped themselves around me and held me still. Though I couldn’t move anymore, the rest of the vines supported my body and my legs taking the weight off of my wrists and ankles.

She kissed me for a few moments more then backed away. She walked around me and stepped up close between my legs and I was lowered slightly. I could feel her put her hands on me, caressing me from my mound up over my butt and lower back. I felt another slight thrill of fear at this and I trembled a little. She came back around me and smiled, then turned and walked toward the trunk. Then, almost as if she were insubstantial, she walked into the trunk, and disappeared.

O.K. now I was starting to freak out a bit. The lady just disappeared into the trunk of the tree and I was still hanging here being licked and sucked by I couldn’t see who. It felt SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! I didn’t know what was happening to me. Was I going crazy? I was caught between pleasure and terror, and pleasure was quickly winning.

I was slowly lowered to the ground. My knees were spread as wide as they would go and my ankles were pulled out even farther and I was set down in sort of a kneeling position, with my body parallel to the ground, my arms still outstretched. The pleasure built for some minutes. My body began to tingle, then to tremble. I was wrapped so thoroughly I couldn’t do much more than that, except maybe shake my head. Even my fingers were splayed out and held, all except my head, which was left free. While I was trembling, I felt another pair of hands caress my butt cheeks for a few moments and then spread and hold my cheeks as wide apart as they would go. This caused another sudden shock of fear, which caused me to tremble even harder. But the pleasure...wOw...The pleasure soon made me forget that I had ever been afraid.

The pleasure became so intense that it became almost unbearable. Something was building up inside of me that again woke the fear in me. It was too intense. I was breathing heavy but I couldn’t seem to get any air! I started to tremble uncontrollably! I felt like I suddenly had to pee! Then BANG!! The world suddenly shattered in an explosion of light! The shards of that world swirled inward and formed a tunnel of pure pleasure, from right between my legs right into the core of my being. I heard someone screaming off in the distance, and then I realized it was ME who was screaming. My body was so tensed up it was rigid and convulsing a little. Then, just as suddenly, the feeling was over. I lay there in my bonds crying. It felt SO WONDERFUL, yet SO FRIGHTENING that I couldn’t figure out which I was crying for. The mouth kept licking me and sucking me and the fleshy vines kept caressing my breasts and soon began to soothe my crying. The pleasure began to build again and before long, I was trembling again. My mind was racing! I didn’t know if I could take it again, or if I could survive it even!

As the feeling was building again, three vines descended in front of me. One was almost two inches thick with a curious red cap-shape on the end of it. The other two were smaller, but suddenly twisted about eight or ten inches of their ends together to make a single corkscrew shape about the same thickness as the first one. The corkscrew looked wet, as if it were coated in oil. The three vines snaked their ends toward me.

I suddenly realized what was about to happen to me and I wanted to scream in fear. I maybe relatively well developed, but I’m pretty small. Those things couldn’t possibly fit in me. I would be ripped in half. I was too afraid to even scream. All I could do was cry, tremble and await what was going to happen.

Another thick vine came down and pinned my chest and shoulders to the ground so that my behind was straight up in the air. I was being held completely open by the vines and hands. I was trembling harder now from fear than from pleasure. The vines on my breasts and mouth on my clit were working overtime to win out over the fear.

I felt something round, very hard and very large press up against the opening of my girlhood. I think I must have peed a little or something because it was very slippery there and I felt myself stretched as the head of it slipped in just a teeny bit. I bit back a tiny shriek of fear and discomfort. Then something just as large, but strangely shaped pressed up against my butt hole. This one was slippery and butt was stretched open a tiny bit. I started crying even harder in fear.

They stopped for a bit while my fears were washed away by the things caressing, licking and sucking me. It took a couple of minutes but I started to drown in the sensations again and again I started to feel the knot of pleasure build up inside of me. Once more I started to tremble and shake, it was happening again. The world condensed to a single point and then fell off a waterfall. My body clenched up under the power of it. I screamed in pleasure.

My scream of pleasure was cut short by a blood-curdling shriek of pain as the thing at my girlhood suddenly pushed into me with terrible force. I was stretched until I finally felt something rip and then I was stretched farther. At that instant, the thing at my butt pressed into me just as hard. My scream rose so high it must have gone beyond hearing. I almost fainted. I never could have imagined that this much pain existed in the whole universe and it just kept getting worse and worse as these two great things split me open deeper and deeper. It took several shrieking seconds of pressing slowly but unstoppably for the one in my girlhood to reach the very depth of me. The one in my butt pressed in for a couple of seconds longer. The next ten minutes or so was the most painful experience of my entire life as the two giant things slowly pushed in and out of me. It felt like I was being split open by a pair of fenceposts and they were so hot they almost burned. I could feel myself bleeding down there.

After a while her face came up out of the ground like a ghost. I felt one arm wrap around my neck and she kissed me very deeply. At the same time I felt her other hand on one of my breasts, gently caressing it. I could feel love emanating from her like heat from a fire. It was almost overwhelming. I screamed, I cried, I begged her to make it stop and to take them out of me. Soon I couldn’t scream anymore so I lay there and sobbed.

She put her mouth to my ear and I could hear her now, and she told me, "Be calm, my child, do not fear. It only hurts the first time and the pain will pass. Relax your body; surrender yourself to it, to me, and it will pass and I will show you wonders untold.

I cried for a few minutes, but then the thing licking at my clit started to make its presence known again, and very slowly my body started to relax. As I started to relax, the pain started to subside, which allowed me to relax a little more. Soon the pain was overrode by a feeling of wonder at how it felt, and then it began to feel...good! I surrendered myself to her completely.

My breasts and lips started to tingle, then my whole body. The tingle got so intense that it started to feel like my body was on fire, and I was loving every second of it. The two things inside me slowly began to speed up and after a while they were pounding in and out of me hard and fast. I moaned and screamed in both pleasure and fright. While this felt WONDERFUL, I was still being stretched WAAAAAYYYYY past the point of full in two places down there and I was worried that I might finish ripping all the way any second.

This went on for quite a while, several hours I think, and all the while I screamed and cried and trembled in soul searing pleasure. The whole time she held me and comforted me, and loved me. She whispered things into my ear, things I would only remember later. Things of magic and mystery and wonders untold, and pleasures undreamed of. I had no control over my mind or body, I was lost upon a sea of pure sensation and it was more than I could take. A familiar feeling slowly began to build in me again, only now it was ten times more intense because it was coming from inside me.

The feeling built and built and I knew that this would be the death of me, and I was afraid. The feeling that I had to pee came again and then suddenly it happened. The entire UNIVERSE condensed into a single point...and then exploded. I shrieked and clenched up so hard around the two spears that I thought that I was finally coming apart. My body began to convulse, my heartbeat became irregular and I was hyperventilating.

I was absolutely terrified at how strong this feeling was. The pleasure was so strong it was unbearable; and it was getting stronger. The two great spears kept pounding in and out of me, making the orgasm more and more powerful. I was going out of my mind in a mix of mind shattering orgasm and mind shredding terror. I thought I was dying. I thought I was coming to life. I couldn’t think.

It finally became so confusing and frightening that I screamed "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!" But they just kept pounding me, each thrust making the orgasm even stronger. My breathing stopped. I think my heart even stopped. Just then the two spears VERY suddenly pulled out of me and the orgasm simply exploded. It became a hundred times more intense. It was more than anyone could have taken, and with a shriek both of pleasure and terror I finally lost consciousness...

I don’t know how long I was out. I remember that it was still light out before I passed out, but now it was dark and the moon was up. I had been released. I was lying naked in the grass and vines were caressing me and soothing me. I felt mouths and hands all over my body and saw that they were all attached to vines. The three vines that had opened me were hanging nearby. They were covered in my virgins’ blood but they seemed to be soaking it up. Mouths were licking between my legs, cleaning me.

I felt like I was positively glowing, however, my butt and my girlhood...no...womanhood were SO SORE that I wanted to cry. Closing my legs...sorry, not happening. Not today, probably never again. I couldn’t even think about moving so I laid there in a daze for several hours. She spoke to me again. I couldn’t see her anywhere, but I could hear and FEEL her everywhere. I rolled my head to the side and saw Erica naked on the ground not far from me. It looked as if something similar had happened to her, but she didn’t look quite as sore as I felt.

It was a little before sunrise when Erica walked over to the puddle of still sore quivering Jell-O that was me, smiled lovingly and said; "Welcome SISTER." She held up both hands and a small flame lit in each one. "Now we are two," She said, "and soon we will be more."

Eventually I was able to close my legs and move again. We found our clothes in the dark and got dressed (my panties hurt, so I just stuffed them in my backpack). We walked our bikes away (bicycle seat...I don’t think so). I walked bow-legged the entire way to her house. Erica tried to teach me the flame spell on the way but the only thing I could think about was how sore I was. After a little bit she looked at me with an understanding smile and fell silent the rest of the way.

Erica’s parents were out of town for a couple of days so we both just collapsed onto their huge bed. Erica was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow and I was not far behind. As I drifted off to sleep I started remembering the things SHE had said and shown me, and I was happy. I knew that my life would no longer be lonely or boring.

It was the hardest thing that I had ever done, but it was totally

The First Ones

Darkphyre on Supernatural Stories

I am a vampire. I can tell you how it came to be, but you would be reviled by the story.

What’s that? You want to hear? Okay then, I’ll tell you.

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It was the end of all hope. The angels had fallen and the gods had ascended. They left me stuck here in the midway planes. I was the last heavenly warrior of Earth. Although the good had raised or lowered, I could not. This was my place. It was my task alone to rid the world of its last scourge, to purify it for all time.

The scourge of which I speak was a demon by the name Tagin’Don. He was a beastly creature to behold. His skin was course, sprouting rough black hair from all over. He was a demon, I was an angel. My task was clear - Destroy he who would eat hum

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ans.

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I was not fully forewarned of Tagin’Don’s power though. I was never prepared for his hypnotic influence in the time that I finally caught up with him Had he stopped running from me? Most likely. He made no attempt to flee when I brandished my sword of fire in his direction.

‘Bow down and accept your fate demon!’ I commanded. ‘No one has defeated the sword of Michael!’

‘Then it pleases me to be the first,’ he sneered as the righteous fire engulfing my sword’s blade extinguished.

It did not matter though. It wasn’t the fire that made this sword so destructive.

‘You angel, should bow before me. Renounce your lord and let me truly save you!’

‘Never!’ I shouted against the rising winds, but already I could feel my control faltering. His power was having its effect on me, the fire was what had kept me safe before. Without it I could not withstand Tagin’Don.

His dark body slipped closer to me.

‘Put down the sword.’

My mind shouted at me to ignore his command, but it may as well have commanded me to stop breathing. I dropped the sword, my hands falling to my side. Tagin’Don stepped closer still. I could feel his hot breath as he moved towards my neck. I knew of his bite, the one that had taken a thousand mortals to their death.

‘No,’ I mouthed.

Tagin’Don hesitated. Could he have actually stopped simply because I wanted him to? No. He had suddenly formed a better plan.

The darkened demon cut through my armour with his claws. The flimsy metal fell to the ground, my dress beneath falling with it. I was naked and defenseless afore him. And clearly he was pleased. He stepped closer still, his twitching member rubbing against me.

Silently commanded, my body fell backwards into the soft earth. Tagin’Don’s weight came down upon me. I was frightened, and dismayed, but he overpowered me.

‘Don’t resist,’ he said calmly. And I didn’t. Even though I was on the verge of losing everything, part of me didn’t care. I was here, and it felt, falling in love. ‘Embrace me.’ Those words bore my final doom.

My delicate, white skinned arms wrapped around Tagin’Don’s neck. I kissed him with the passion of a millions lives. My soft tongue danced with his rough forked tongue. Our bodies felt the same lust building within us. For both of us such a union was forbidden, but we never stopped.

Our kisses turned deeper. Our hands bushing the lengths of our mismatched bodies. My pussy glistened in anticipation of its first time, Tagin’Don’s cock was growing, but not rigid like mortal cocks, his was more like a tentacle, and it rubbed itself over me while the two of us kissed.

Tagin’Don’s kisses lowered, descending to my supple breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. His roving cock moved to get beneath me. He rubbed along my back, working towards my petite ass. The skin on his cock was smoother than the rest of him, and I wanted to feel it working inside me; which apparently it knew as it rubbed along my crack to find my tiny anus.

‘Take me!’ I moaned, Tagin’Don had just chewed on my nipple, but he acted not in a rough way, he wasn’t even controlling me now. He was loving me as I was him.

Slowly, his flexible member worked its way inside my tight little hole. Drawing itself out, inch by painful inch, teasing me. Tagin’Don’s body didn’t move as his cock thrust inside me, extending and retracting itself. I was in heaven on earth. I ran my fingers through Tagin’Don’s thick black hair.

His breath was coming in shorter, sharper gasps. His time was coming. Then he stopped. His cock sliding back out of my little asshole. I squirmed down, trying to keep him in, But I needn’t have. Out of ass hole, his cock lifted itself to my pussy, rubbing its tip along my pink folds. I moaned lightly, and gasped as it pushed inside me, stretching my virgin pussy as it had my ass.

He pushed against my hymen, threatening to break it. He could fuck me now without even touching it, I knew from having him in my ass so comfortably, but it came down to Tagin’Don and his sensational tool.

Tagin’Don was a mind reader, that much of his power I had known. And he was clearly reading my thoughts as he continued sucking on my breasts, growing in intensity. His cocked snaked deeper, he seemed to be coiling himself inside me. The thrusting felt amazing, my juices flooded his shaft, soaking his deep set balls.

I screamed as Tagin’Don’s cock pushed itself fully into me, his balls slapped against my ass as his hips took up a thrusting pattern. I felt some pain as his now wide cock broke through my delicate hymen. My virginity was gone, And Tagin’Don was almost spent. I wanted his cum deep inside.

I wrapped my long white legs around Tagin’Don’s ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock bashed against my cervix, threatening to push deeper, and I wanted him to. I clutched him tighter, as I felt his first shot of cum splash inside me. He continued his thrusting, pushing more and more of himself inside. He was getting thicker. I could feel him really stretching me. Spurt after spurt he shot inside me.

In that instant, a light glowed nearby. An archangel had arrived to sentence us. He reached out his hand as Tagin’Don and I fulfilled our loving act. A white flame passed between us. The archangel spoke.

‘You have sinned Ariana. Now the two of you shall share your gifts and have them as curses!’

My demon lover and I were too wrapped up in what we had done to listen to the archangel.

Later though I found myself hungry in a way I had never been before. Hungry in a way I knew was bad. I craved for blood. This was the curse I had been granted, and my only gift was immortality. Suddenly, it dawned on me what had happened. I had become a demon, and Tagin’Don had been granted the eternal life of the angels. We would hate each other for what we had become… Vampires. Two breeds. One bestial, the other angelic. A world apart.

My Sexy Phantom

princess_airi on Supernatural Stories

It was early morning at NAFCO headquarters and everyone was at their stations. The smell of coffee and assorted teas tickled the nose of whoever entered the room. No one seemed happy about being back at their jobs. That is, no one except Rika and Jessie, two lovely women; I am about to tell you their story.

This is not a story about romance. It's not about some wild goose chase as someone tries to figure out what happened to someone who went missing or was murdered. It's just a story to fulfill your wildest sexual fantasies. I for one hope it does just that.

This is a story about two lovers, women, who take on a serious problem. Their co-worker, Dorian, is way too shy in their opinion. Will they bring him out of his shell, or

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will he surprise them both entirely?

Yours Truly,

 Airi

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The two women sat at desks that had been adjoined by request. They could not work alone, not these two. You could say they were like twins, functioning on the same molecular level as women who had been born in the same womb. But they were not like identical twins. Although, they did have a lot in common, there were also many differences that separated these two imps from each other.

Rika had always been the more plump and juicy of the two women. She had long red-brown hair that was silky and straight. Her breasts were full and round, nearly spilling out of their restraints. Her hips were curvy to the point that you might have thought they belonged on someone else. Her eyes seemed to go on forever, their many shades of green swirling around and around.

Always the more daring of the two; she wore bright colors, tight short skirts, and low dipping tops. There wasn't a day in the history of her life in which she hadn't been caught flirting with someone, it was expected of her. But no one dared call her a whore. She had her limits, and she never went to bed with anyone whom she hadn't known as a friend.

Now, Jessie,... Hmmm. You could say Jessie was the all around elegant type. Skinny as a rail, she had on numerous occasions been told she needed to eat something more and to gain weight. Yet she wasn't the skinny that people called anorexic. Jessie was the shorter of the two women at five feet and four inches. Her breasts were only the size of one's palm, perky and delicate. Her hair was the color of the sun, blonde with different shades of gold as it spiraled down in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes were a color that was always changing; from deep blue to the color of a cloudy sky, they never stayed the same shade of blue.

Jessie's preference in clothes was like her body, enchanting and elegant in every way. She wore deep, lush colors that skimmed her body like a silky blanket. Her tops were always the highest fashion, hinting at her cleavage but never giving full view; and her bottoms were always silky and black. Whether she wore a skirt, dress, or pants her clothes always went with her mood. Today, though, she wore a full skirted, halter dress with a slit to show off her lovely new stockings.

Rika and Jessie had always been best friends, since the age of five years old. They had been neighbors neither and had ever seen a single day without the other. They had planned on going to the exact same college and graduating with the same degree as the other. It hadn't been until their College days, however that they began experimenting on themselves. Now they worked as secretaries within the many walls of NAFCO. They absolutely loved their jobs, and even more, they loved what came after the busy work days when they got to go home for the night.

It was a quiet day at NAFCO head quarters in Los Angeles as Rika's eyes stared blankly at the computer screen in front of her. It was full of all of the previous court case files that had been finished. Only being half awake after last nights ventures, she deleted every last file.

"Bye-bye files!" She laughed almost hysterically. It was only when she began to really think that she stopped laughing and sat up in her chair. "Wait a second..." She paused. "Jessie!" cried Rika "I did something stupid!"

Jessie got up and rushed over to her friend's desk, only to shake her hips and bite down a laugh. "Oh that's no problem to retrieve." She quickly checked the recycle bin and got everything out. "Why didn't you take the ginseng? You silly girl!"

Rika shrugged her shoulders and sat up with composure. Ever since Jessie could remember, Rika had been a ditz. She had always wondered if the forces had accidentally switched up their hair color. Perhaps it wasn't the blonds who were ditzy by nature, though. Perhaps it was the nature of redheads. Who knew?

Their day went by just like any other, filling out case files and other kinds of paperwork, trying to calm down irate customers on the phone, and helping their boss figure out how to manage things without driving him crazy. In Jessie's opinion their boss was a perfectionist. If everything was not running smoothly, he had a panic attack over it. Hours later they were walking side by side down the main hallway, glad to be done for the day and looking forward to the evening ahead.

"So, did you give Dorian the instructions to our house and how he would have to 'ahem', take care of our pets?" asked Jessie, removing her keys from her purse.

Dorian was one of their co-workers whom Jessie and Rika thought needed some work in the love department. They were fond of him, in a friendly sort of way, and planned on getting him into action. They knew he had a crush on another woman, Cassy Delocroix. They discovered it when they both caught him in the bathroom one day, masturbating and moaning out her name.

"Mhmm!" Rika nodded excitedly." I asked him at lunch to do it for me and he blushed and said he would be happy to do it." The blonde smiled softly.

"What time did you tell him to be at our house?" Jessie asked her lover, and looked at the clock and then back to Rika.

Rika thought long and hard for a few moments, having to flip through a mind that was already set on sleep mode.

"I believe I told him to be there at around seven PM."

Rika yawned and took an energy drink out of their personal fridge when they walked by it, drinking it quickly. This triggered her sleepy mind.

"Oh god... it's six thirty-five!"

Jessie gasped before hurrying over to the main desk and getting both of their cards stamped, almost running out the door after.

"Rika, quit standing there and staring! We're making a run for it!"

Rika hastened to do Jessie's bidding the moment she reprimanded her, quickening her pace so she caught up with the blond as they ran for the car. Rika opened the door for both of them and got inside, clicking her seatbelt and straightening out her tight blouse.

"How do I look?" Jessie asked, posing for her best friend's scrutiny. God knew that Jessie was the best for seduction purposes, and tonight she had dressed accordingly.

Rika tilted her head, looking her up and down She made an adjustment to Jessie's silk halter, then smoothed out the hair that had gotten messed up from running. "Perfect!"

Rika crooned over her make up as Jessie drove like a maniac to get to their house. If someone ever said she didn't know how to control her car though, she would have had to point them to Rika. Lord only knew Rika couldn't tell the difference between slow and fast. It was always 'High Speed' for her.

Luckily, they arrived before Dorian even pulled in to the street that they lived on. Sneaking inside the house they only put on one lamp as they opened a curtain to stare out the window, watching for any signs of the man's car.

Rika giggled uncontrollably, "This is gonna be so much fun!" A hand quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry,..." she mumbled.

"It's fine." Jessie whispered as they both sat on the couch, the curtain still pulled slightly. Their gaze continued to look for the sign of bright headlights pulling into their driveway.

"Uhm... Jessie?" Rika looked at her lover, "What is he going to do when he sees the car?" All was silent for a few moments as Jessie slowly looked at Rika.

"You,..." Jessie said after a moment, grabbing the keys again.

"Just stay here and look cute. I'm going to go and park it next door at the apartments."

She snuck out the side door to go hide the car, leaving Rika to play with her hair as she waited for Jessie to come back.

Jessie didn't take very long to take care of business. She ran back into the house and shut the door, taking a seat beside Rika. The blonde wiped her forehead with relief.

"Okay," she said, sinking into the soft cushion of the couch. "Now, we wait." Their eyes focused upon the thin curtained windows, checking for absolutely any sign of high beams.

About five minutes after seven o clock their man arrived in the driveway pulling up and parking his car before slowly coming to the door. Both Rika and Jessie took to either side of the door; Jessie with the black silk head bag, and Rika with her real silver handcuffs as she struggled to contain her giggling.

Dorian's voice called from outside the door "Is anyone in there?" his voice a beautiful baritone as he slowly inched open the door from outside, taking one hesitant step onto the threshold, head peering through the crack.

"Get him!" Jessie called jumping to the door and throwing it open completely. Rika had already grasped hold of Dorian's hands and cuffed them behind him before Jessie placed the bag over his head, clasping the silver chain snug around his neck.

"Hey!" Dorian's yell was muffled by the silk as he flailed wildly, squirming and trying to get free. He knew they had gotten him, though, having swooped in when he had least expected them to do so. He was frightened and didn't know what to do. He had never had any woman trap him like this.

"To the laboratory!" Rika exclaimed getting popped in the back of the head, "Okay... the basement..." She helped Jessie push him down there, his hefty size making it somewhat difficult to maneuver.

The basement was a sexual torture chamber within what seemed to be the normal home of two best friends. There were shackles hanging from the wall, blood red candles on all of the walls just ready to be dumped onto soft nipples, leather whips, a small fridge with God knows what in it, and a section with nothing but strap-ons, dildos, and the occasional vibrator. Everything down there they had acquired over the many years since they graduated high school. The room, having a gothic feel to it, was definitely a nymphomaniac's dream.

"Where am I?" Dorian cried out, rather disoriented as the two girls got him hung up onto the wall. He looked like a fish on a hook, his feet dangling about a foot above the floor.

They laughed maniacally as Jessie ripped the head bag off of him. He couldn't believe his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light of the room. This was... It was amazing, yet terrifying. He couldn't believe his sweet co-workers had planned this all along. What did they have in store for him now?

"You're..." Rika was instantly cut off by Jessie before she could finish her sentence.

"You're in our sexual torture chamber!" exclaimed Jessie.

Dorian whimpered a bit, squirming. Did they plan on using him for their own naughty fantasy? He didn't know if he liked the thought or not. Right now his adrenaline rush was telling him to run for the hills. Unfortunately, he was tied up and at their mercy.

"But why did you bring me here?"

Rika watched as Jessie drew up a long leather whip, snapping it into his face but not close enough to hit the skin.

"So we can torment you out of that ridiculously shy demeanor." Jessie replied with a mischievous grin.

His face turned a hot red as she reached in to wrap her hand tightly around his neck, kissing him quickly but nonetheless, with finesse. He was breathless as he felt his cock stir with new excitement.

Rika grinned softly as she grabbed hold of the blonde's shoulder, tossing aside the whip and pulling her to their plush bed. The bed was as soft as a cloud it's sheets a candy red and it was piled with a ton of pillows. They tumbled to the bed in a pile of arms and legs, quickly beginning a fierce kiss that seemed to last for an eternity.

Dorian whined as he watched with round eyes. They surely looked like they were having a time of it, Jessie's hands on Rika's chest, and Rika's hands on Jessie's ass. He squirmed against the wall, his breath coming in little gasps of air.

He really was a beautiful man when it came down to it. Muscles rippled throughout his body, covered in his dress pants and white cuffed shirt, his tie loose; blonde highlighted, dirt brown hair, disoriented from his struggle, dusted his temples; blue-green eyes glittered in the light of the red candles.

"Mmmm," murmured Jessie as the kiss ended. She slowly unbuttoned each button on her lover's jacket, tossing it aside to work on the pink tank top next. Soon Rika's unbound breasts spilled freely and she took one into her mouth to suckle, fingering the other eagerly.

Rika moaned, watching as the blond made love to her chest, shoving her hands into the silky golden strands as she shuddered and arched her back.

Dorian gasped loudly, staring at Rika's voluptuous breasts and tightening pink nipples as he were mesmerized by them. He squirmed as his cock became erect and hard, jutting against his pants as if it demanded freedom.

Jessie brought their lips together again, only briefly though, as her tongue trailed down Rika's chin and neck to suckle gently on her breasts. After a moment or two, she stopped her attack on Rika's tits and moved back to pull down her short skirt.

"Ohhh, Rika,... you naughty girl. Did you forget to put on underwear again?" asked Jessie as she ran her fingers through the brown curls at the juncture of her lover's thighs.

Rika moaned out, arching her back as she felt the fingers run over her erect little nub. "Mmmm.. I was anticipating what we're... Ohh!" she paused and nearly jumped off the bed when Jessie pumped two fingers into her slick cunt. "What we're doing to Dorian." she panted.

Jessie smirked and took a glance at him before looking back down to Rika. "Well, right now I'm having my way with you, not Dorian." she purred.

Dorian was still trying to get free. More importantly, he wanted,... no, he needed, to get his cock free from his pants. He was deftly afraid he'd 'wet his panties', as the saying went. He hadn't even touched himself and he felt like he was nearly bursting with cum. The little imps were going to pay for this torture, he thought vaguely, still staring at them.

When Jessie stopped the teasing of her clit, Rika sat up slightly and stared at her friend. Jessie slowly removed her French, silk red halter topped dress over her head, slipping off her long black skirt. What she had on underneath was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Her hair cascaded in golden rays of silken curls, it fell down to the waist of her black and red silk corset. The corset was tummy-less, which revealed a lovely sculpted belly, a shiny silver tear drop hanging down in the ravine of her belly button. A matching garter belt hung low on her hips, helping her thigh high lacey stockings stay up on her legs. Her high heels also gave her the illusion of long legs.

Rika gasped eyes going wide before she grabbed her lover and pulled her down to the bed. "Don't you look sexy?"

"All for you and our guest," Jessie purred, winking over at Dorian before wrapping her legs about Rika and pulling her into a kiss.

He was close to bursting! Dorian's entire body grew hot with need as he stared at the hottie that was Jessie. Who knew that underneath, the elegant co-worker had the body of a temptress, especially with those stockings? He couldn't help it as his mouth hung open, his gaze stared at the stocking encased feet and then at her lovely corset. It was all he could do not to yell out in agony.

Rika took to fondling Jessie's nude pussy, her hand becoming soaked with feminine cum.

"You're so hot," she whispered, trailing her lips down her lover's neck and her collar bone. Her other hand went to the clasps at the back of Jessie's corset, unsnapping it and tossing the lovely bit of material carelessly onto the floor.

Rika gasped as the blonde's fingers went to her pussy, thrusting into her tight channel with relish and making her whimper and writhe above her arching back. She took to placing her hot mouth over the blonde's breast, sucking the entire thing into her mouth and tormenting it relentlessly as she rode onto the fingers inside of her.

Meanwhile, Dorian was crazed with lust and need as he forcefully tugged on his restraints, growling in frustration, his bulge so hard it was to the point of pure agonizing pain.

"Please, let me out of here!" he half yelled, half growled, sweat melting on his brows and upper lip.

"Mmm,...... Rika! You naughty little cum slut! You're so wet... so ready..." Jessie murmured against the auburn haired woman's skin, lapping at the pebbly nipples as her fingers explored the folds of sweet pussy, delving inside and caressing her thumb against the hard nub of a clit. She suddenly rolled Rika over so that her lover lay on her back before she got up off the bed and went to the wall of goodies.

Dorian watched as the half nude blond walked over to the wall of strap-ons and dildos, grabbing a large dildo that had a head on either end. He couldn't help it any more, he really couldn't. His hands kept fisting against the cuffs, and he almost choked on his words. He was crazed with lust and need as he forcefully tugged on his restraints, growling in frustration, his bulge so hard it was to the point of pure agonizing pain.

"Please, let me out of here!" he half yelled, half growled, sweat melting on his brows and upper lip.

"Ah, ah." Rika tisked at him, turning to look at him and lick her lips sensuously. "We're not finished playing! You'll get yours once we've had our fun!" she giggled and leaned back against the pile of pillows.

He whimpered helplessly as Jessie walked in front of him, tapping one end of the dildo in her hand. "Mmmm,..... Let us lovers play and we'll let you down when we deem it fitting," she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sauntering off towards the bed, hips swaying.

Jessie crawled onto the bed beside Rika, pulling her sideways so that her pussy was just in front of her face before placing the dildo beside them on the bed.

Dorian got a full share of Jessie's taut ass as she arched her back, kneeling between Rika's thighs, the material of her garter exposing glimpses here and there of how truly wet her little pussy was. He was out of it completely, writhing against the wall, nearly about to cream himself just from watching them. The blond lapped at Rika's pussy, making her moan and gasp with every thrust of her tongue inside the swollen lips. Jessie's ass swayed side to side in his view, tempting him to try and touch it, but he couldn't escape his prison.

Jessie suckled at the swollen nub, dipping her fingers into the tight channel and wiggling them around inside the auburn haired woman's pussy.

Rika gasped and writhed on the mattress, her breathing harsh and ragged as she felt her climax heighten. Rika's moans filled the air as soft fingers wriggled inside her. Her deep emerald eyes snapped shut, as her own finger tips rubbed softly against Jessie's slit, teasing it slowly. She pressed two digits in, moving them about as she whined and whimpered with pleasure.

Before Rika could cum, Jessie suddenly lifted her mouth from her feast and pulled Rika up higher on the bed. Grabbing the double ended dildo, she thrust one end of it into Rika's tight cunt, earning another moan for her actions. Jessie laid herself beneath Rika, sliding her pussy in between the auburn haired woman's legs before impaling herself onto the double ended dildo.

 

"Ohhh! This isn't very fair at all!" cried Dorian, drooling at their love play. Seeing their pussies pressed together made his cock jerk in excitement, and he lost all control. Before he could even think about it, he was hit by an orgasm. "Nnnh" he grunted, arching off the wall as a load of cum spilled free from the head, soaking his shaft and the material of his boxers. He closed his eyes, shuddering as he slumped against the wall.

Although he had come, he knew it wouldn't be enough. When he came, he didn't stop until every last drop of cum spilled free from his erection.

That would take forever!

"Ohhh..!" he opened his eyes as the women moaned in unison. Maybe they'd play long enough to get him to cum three or four more times? He could only hope. He bit his lip as he forced himself not to beg.

"Yes!" exclaimed Jessie, grasping hold of Rika's ankle and taking one foot to her mouth as she rode the dildo, the friction of their pussies rubbing heightening the pleasure.

Rika moaned as her lover licked and sucked at her toes, reaching down in between their pussies to finger Jessie's hard clit. She felt a shudder from the blond and grinned. "You love that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" replied Jessie, arching to shove against the fingers as she shifted to suckle at the other foot. "But you love this more." she moaned.

After a time of pumping, grinding, and moaning, Dorian finally heard the cries of the two women as they climaxed. Both women were coated in sweat and he wanted to have his way with them right now.

Dangling from the wall, he began to whine with each touch the girls made on one another. "Please let me down! I promise I will talk more to you!"

Jessie paused for a moment. "Why only with us? You should be open and talk to everyone....mm, especially that woman you are smitten with, Miss Delocroix," she purred, soon returning to pleasing her lover as well as teasing Dorian. Her teeth nipped at the hardened buds on Rika's chest as she removed the dildo from her dripping pussy.

The captive flushed with embarrassment by her comment; blinking and gaping, tried hard not to be disconcerted by their love play as he asked, his voice as dry as his mouth, "How... how did you know?"

Both girls stopped what they were doing, Rika giggling, and Jessie grinning wickedly. "Oh, we have our ways..... First is the fact that you blanch when you're near her, you stutter as you talk to her, you send her flowers with no names on their cards.... Mmm,...." she paused, daintily licking juice off her fingertips. "And you moan her name in the bathroom while you are doing other...... business," she purred as he flushed almost to an unnatural color.

Just thinking about his smitten joy, Maura, made his erection even worse, and he pulled on his restraints terribly, nearly sobbing as he pleaded "Pleeease..... Let me out...!"Jessie and Rika looked at each other for a moment and then back at him.

"Awww...! Just look at him straining in such horniness!" Rika laughed softly. "Should we finally show him just a tad bit of sympathy?" She whispered into Jessie's ear.

"Maybe..." Jessie paused for a moment, "Maybe when we're done." The other woman looked at her, "Okay, you can let him out..."

Rika giggled softly, going over and unlocking his shackles, allowing Dorian to fall to the ground.

"But, you aren't allowed to touch us until Rika says so." Jessie added just as Rika grinned.

A mischievous grin played across Jessie's face, knowing that it might take him a while longer to realize that she had just let him loose.

He whined once again, as the two continued their teasing passion play. Rika used a finger to beckon Dorian to them, just to prove her best friend's theory wrong. Blinking as he realized he had been let down, he walked over to the bed, mesmerized as a moth to a flame.

Jessie moved down Rika's body, kissing every inch of her stomach before finally finding the damp folds at her crotch. The blonde's tongue dashed out and Rika groaned, arching against her mouth and grasping her hair in her hands.

Dorian's erection strained against his pants as he stared, aching to feel himself buried inside one of the lesbian's pussies.

Rika gasped, giggling and moaning at the same time as she saw Dorian place his hands on her lover. Jessie jumped, lips glistening and eyes wide. She turned about and eyed him, raising a brow. "Didn't I say not to put your hands on us until Rika said you could?" she demanded, disappointed that her theory that he was a Submissive had been wrong. The red head stuck her tongue out at her, knowing she had won the bet.

"I don't take orders from anyone, Jess." he murmured deeply, picking her up and tossing her flat on the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so empowered and exhilarated.

Crawling onto the bed, he moved her thighs apart with his knees and didn't waste any time while ripping off his pants, shirt, and boxers. His sticky cum was all over his cock and dripping on the floor.

Rika's eyes widened "Oh wow, he's so strong!"

"Stronger than you'll ever be." he grunted, thrusting himself deep within Jessie's tight cunt, moaning at the hot, tight feel of pussy around his throbbing cock. He grabbed hold of Rika's hair and pulled her half on top of the blonde, spanking her ass as well. She wasted no time crawling up to her best friend to settle her own pussy at Jessie's mouth.

Jessie had no time to protest anything as she began to suck soundlessly at wet cunny juice, moaning and straining her hips towards Dorian's hard erection. Rika rocked back and forth on her lover's face, moaning and whimpering as she placed her hands upon Jessie's perky little breasts.

Dorian grunted deeply, not finding it all that difficult to find his own release, but not wanting to leave her out of her own. He placed his hand between their bodies, watching the redhead and her ecstatic face as her placed his thumb firmly onto a clit. He heard a moan, feeling the immediate twitch of the body beneath him.

Jessie grabbed hold of Rika's hips with her hands, wrapping her legs about Dorian's waist as she met his thrusts. God, he was huge. Even his balls were huge! She loved huge balls on a man, especially when they slapped against her ass. "Mmmm!" she murmured. It felt so good.

Rika moaned as she rode Jessie's face, watching with excitement as Dorian pumped her best friend. It wasn't very often Jessie allowed a man to enter their love fest, and she absolutely loved being a part of it, especially a man such as him with energy and stamina to spare. When she came not long after he grabbed her clit she came hard, breathing heavily as she fell beside them on the bed.

Feeling the blond begin to climax, Dorian moved his free hand to her side, pushing it beneath her ass to stick a long finger inside her tight asshole. He heard a short little squeak in response before the muscles calmed around his finger and he began feeling around inside her. He thrust again and again with both his finger and his erection, absolutely loving it all, succumbing to his own release only when the woman had finally calmed down.

Not long after, the three of them were lying in a twist of arms and legs on the bed. He could not believe how hard he had fallen, nor how good the falling had been.

Meanwhile, both of the women were surprised by the sudden change in Dorian. Their shy little wall flower was neither shy, nor submissive. He was quite the sexual god himself.

He, himself, was planning on fucking them both at least three more times before he said his goodbyes. Oh, what joy that was going to be! He grinned.

Edward Nox part 1

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Edward Nox walked slowly down the busy city street towards the building where he worked at a dead end job as a computer consultant. Edward was not hip, nor stylish, not even slightly cool. He had very few personal skills, had trouble talking to strangers, and was not very talented at anything. He certainly wasn’t athletic, with a skinny, lanky build, brown hair that never parted the right way, and large, boxy glasses that sat on his nose in a manner that mimicked his every effort to meet women. Edward wasn’t very smart, didn’t do very well in school, and graduated from a backwoods college in Massachussets before settling down to work in Boston. He didn’t

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have a girlfriend, and his prospects were scarce. He had a dream, though.

The night before, Edward had had a vivid, almost too realistic dream that he was walking on water. He could see the ripples in the moonlight, he could hear the flies buzzing around in the crisp fall air, he could feel the wind in his rumpled hair. Someone was telling him that he was blessed, that things would be different. It was like a whisper, but fuller- it was quiet, but commanding. Edward couldn’t see behind him, but there was light coming from behind him, white, blinding light that made it hard to see the landscape in front of him. There was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder almost the whole time, giving him a sense of comfort and relaxation. Something made him think that life would be different.

Edward was jerked from his dream by a car horn blaring in his ears. A red sedan screeched to a halt, and he realized he had kept walking through a busy intersection. He sheepishly nodded his head and jogged to the other sidewalk, the sedan’s driver screaming obscenities at his back. He arrived at the front door to his building, and stopped. Looking at his reflection in the glass, he took a deep breath. Life is going to be different someday, he thought. Hang in there.

The lobby was about as bustling as a computer company’s lobby could be. Edward walked through the lobby, and as usual, no one noticed him. He stopped. There went Jenna Derinson, glowing with beauty against a dark backdrop. Her shimmering blond hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled in the daylight, her full lips glistened. She was perfect. She wore a bright red tank top that showed off her perfect abs, the diamond belly button ring, the lines of her hips. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing with her hurried step, the perfectly tanned skin stretching with their movement. Her long, slender legs were covered with skintight red pants that hugged her hips for dear life, and made her backside look like it had a mind of its own. She walked by Edward without any sign of acknowledgement of his existence. Life is going to be different, he thought.

He sat at down at his desk, and almost immediately the phone ring. Fuck, he thought. Edward would’ve been able to fantasize about Jenna’s ample cleavage for at least an hour. For some reason, annoyance welled up in him, turning slowly to frustration with each ring of the phone’s bell. Every mounting tone made his mind more and more focused on his rage- his job was shit, his social life was shit, his talents were shit, his motives were shit, and he couldn’t even get a moment to wallow in self-pity. The phone stopped ringing.

Edward paused. It had only been four rings, and his voicemail always picked up after the eighth. He picked up the phone and was greeted with a dialtone. The caller ID informed him that it had been Jeff calling; Jeff was his boss, and Jeff was a dick. Jeff wouldn’t hang up before reaming Edward out for something- for anything. The phone rang again. Marla Kosorloff showed up on the caller ID. Marla from accounting. Edward didn’t want to talk to Marla. The phone fell silent. He started sweating. He did that whenever he was slightly nervous. He thought for a second. I want my aunt to call right now, he thought. His aunt lived in South America , and she- the phone rang. Edward waited for the caller ID to tell him who it was. UNLISTED CALLER sprung up on the digital screen, and Edward sighed, reaching to pick up the phone. He stopped. The number was an international one. He picked up the receiver, listening to the caller on the other end of the line. “Aunt Rita? I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” Edward put the phone down quickly, and stood up, pacing in his cubicle and cracking his knuckles, another nervous habit.

Alright, he thought, I want a cup of coffee in my desk drawer. With cream and sugar. Nothing happened. He could hear the whir of the Xerox machine in the office. He sat down in his chair. He opened his desk drawer, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted upwards into his nostrils. Packages of sugar and cream were neatly arranged next to the cup in the drawer. He slammed the drawer shut. Coffee seeped through the cracks of the drawer. I need thirty thousand dollars to be right on the desk, he thought, right next to the keyboard. He continued to gaze at his computer. Nothing happened. He sighed. I’m going nuts, he thought, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. When he opened his eyes, a stack of crisp 100 dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band lay on the desk in front of him. Next to the keyboard. He didn’t bother counting it. I want a letter of promotion to be given to me right now, he thought, delivered to me- and by Jenna Derinson. “Edward Nox?” someone said behind him, a petite feminine voice with a slight British accent. And I want her tank top to break, he added. He whirled his chair around. There was Jenna, standing with one hand on her tan waistline, the other holding a manila folder, shining with an almost neon aura of physical attraction. Well, he thought, two out of three ain’t bad. He stared at her chest, marveling at the indentations her nipples made in the red fabric, rejoicing in the fact that the tight material made it evident that she had a piercing of some sort on both breasts. “Yes?” he replied. “This is from Jeff Michaels,” she said, visibly disgusted by Edward’s physical appearance. She stepped forward, and reached out to place the folder on his desk next to him. With an almost inaudible snap, the spaghetti straps on both sides of her tank top gave way, and the stretchy fabric shriveled down towards her waistline. Her huge breasts bounced free, seeming almost, unbelievable, larger. They were perfectly tanned and voluptuous, and there were diamond studs on both of her nipples. Her bare skin smelled like strawberries, and incredibly fresh scent that made Edward think of spring. She yelped and covered herself, rushing out of the cubicle, towards the ladies room. Edward smiled, the first time in years. He had suddenly had a revelation. The dream was real. Something made him think that life would be different.

            He stood up, and walked towards the ladies room. He stopped short at the door. He wished he could see through walls. Jenna was inside, standing at the sinks in front of large mirrors, fumbling with the spaghetti straps on her shirt. She sighed, and settled with pulling the tight fabric over her breasts in a tube-top fashion. She washed her hands, grimacing at something. Probably me, Edward thought. What I wouldn’t do to have her be attracted to me. In the bathroom, Jenna’s face was instantly cleared of the grimace, replaced suddenly with a slight smile. He channeled his thoughts, sending every feeling of lust and sexual desire he could possibly muster towards the shapely blond woman standing in tight clothing in the ladies’ restroom. The response was decidedly more than Edward had anticipated. Jenna gasped in air violently, her knees buckled, and she grabbed hold of the sink to steady herself. She yelped, a surprisingly attractive exclamatory sound. “Holy shit,” she murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. Edward was entranced. He focused his emotion again, and sent another wave in her direction. She screamed in pleasure, teetering backwards through a stall door, and fell into a seat on the toilet. “Good god,” she said aloud, “what the fuck is going on?” Edward could see her perfectly, noticing a silver stud on her tongue. He put his hand on the door, and stopped. How could he do this? He was a skinny computer programmer, and she was a blond knockout. He gritted his teeth, forcing some composure and confidence into himself. Edward smirked when he thought about how much he could do. It’s like I have a nine inch dick, he thought to himself, pushing the door open. He stopped after the first step, and looked down. He could see the slight outline of the head of his penis, almost halfway down his thigh. “Who is that?” Jenna said loudly, and Edward realized she could see him in the mirror. Fuck, he thought, his mind racing. “Uhh,” he stuttered. “I-I just wanted to see if you needed any help.” He frowned in the silence. I shouldn’t have said that, he thought. That was stupid. “Actually,” came her reply, “I could use a hand.” Edward paced to the door of the stall. Jenna was sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back against the wall, sweat on her brow. Edward swallowed. She was gorgeous. He wanted to do so much to her. Instantly lust sprung into his head, and almost accidentally, he let it seep out of his mind and into hers. What should I do, he thought, should I make a move, or should I set myself up for later? He stopped short. Jenna was moaning loudly, breathing shortly, and writhing on the seat. Her left hand lifted up to her chest, her red painted fingernails stroking one of her nipples, which were standing on end. He could’ve sworn that the piercings were going to tear through the stretchy fabric. He realized his thoughts had become so strong that they were affecting her, and not just in waves. It was like he had turned on a beam of power, and she was enjoying it. She moaned again and again, her voice elevating to short screams. Her right hand pressed against the side of the stall while her left hand continued to massage her enormous breasts, squeezing and tugging. Edward stared intently as her hand moved from her chest down to her stomach, down towards her waistline- and then he lost concentration. She stopped, and sat up, breathing heavily. She was sweating bullets, her beautiful blond hair matted to her forehead. Jenna brushed the hair out of her face and smiled. “What’s your name again?” she asked. “E-Edward,” he said. “Well, Edward,” she replied, smiling, “it looks like you’re enjoying this. He looked down, and his pants were like a pup tent, his member throbbing against the black Dockers. He started to stutter and excuse when her right hand reached out and touched the bulge in his pants. He gasped, and his excitement boiled over to her. She sucked in air, taking her hand away for a second. Jenna took a deep breath, and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. She unbuckled his belt, looking up at him with those deep blue eyes, her lips pursed together in a slight smile. The instant she unbuttoned the pants, he placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through his hair. Should I have done that? he thought. She smiled, and pulled his Dockers down to the floor. His penis sprung out of its cage, bouncing in front of her face. Her smile vanished, and she looked up at Edward, her eyes wide with amazement. “I’ve never had…” she started, mumbling “…so big…” She looked at it again, tilted her head sideways for a second, and then leaned in, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue massaged his penis, and he exploded with excitement. She moaned in excitement as well, her pleasure muffled by the member engorged in her mouth. She moved her head in further, and Edward felt the head of his penis plunging further and further into her mouth and into her throat. Her left hand left his bare thigh to pull down her stretchy tank top to her waist. Her breasts bounced free once again, her nipples erect, the diamond studs shimmering in the bathroom light. Her hand massaged her bare breasts, squeezing the huge, perfectly tanned mounds while she performed. He leaned his head back, his moans of pleasure mixing with the slurping sounds she gave off while she worked. Edward looked down at her blond hair, her huge tan breasts, her perfect ass, and felt himself climaxing. He gasped. She screeched, but it came out more as a gurgle. I never want this feeling to end, he thought to himself, every muscle in his body spasming. He continued to see blinding flashes of pleasure, intertwined with the vision of her wide eyes as he continued to ejaculate. He watched her swallow load after load, his mind spinning, his penis twitching. She gasped for air, pulling her head back. He continued to come, as did she. Edward shot load after load of milky white semen at her, splashing her tight nipples with liquid, dripping all over her stomach. She leaned back, running her hands through her hair, screaming in pleasure, as she was showered in creamy liquid, splashing all over her face and hair. Squirt after squirt came, the gobs of cum dripping off her hands, and her body throbbed as she came, in perfect synchronization with Edward’s spasming. He finally made it stop, his chest heaving in exertion. Jenna collapsed down, her stomach rising up and down with her heavy breathing, the pools of cum dripping onto the floor. They both were silent for what seemed like hours. “I’ve never come from a… well, giving a guy a blowjob,” she murmured. Edward looked down at her. Life was going to change.

part 2 by request

Meer Kass

sensual_sub_69 on Supernatural Stories

Conor stood in the opulent reception hall of the Merchant House of Kor, feet sunk in the plush pile of the carpet as he watched the morning crowd arrive. The galaxy, he thought, is a strange and wonderful place. All around him, merchants, agents, pilots and purchasers teemed in all the variety of which life, in its galactic sense, was capable. Con had been raised on a small and isolated planet, and until he'd left home he'd seen only a handful of races, most of them other human sub-variants. Now his childhood encounters with squat heavyworlders or the stripe-haired colonists of system's other planet were stripped of their exotic mystique by the daily barrage of amazingly varied species. From his desk he could see the Isks, Ko and Itzo, scampering along on their way to the mailroom, their e
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ight-legged, golden-furred bodies swerving as if on tracking. Their small frames were simply disks of flesh with slender limbs spaced evenly around them, a two-foot tail in the back, and no visible sensory organs. He still wasn't sure how they "saw," or whatever they did. In the corner, Jonah sat in his place by the window, immobile and impassive. He took some warming to; Con still found it hard to consider the sofa-sized mass of knobbed mineral sentient, although Jonah had been forgiving when Con had sat on him on his first day at the office. It was something of an initiation ritual amongst the non-"professional" staff. Cool Salariki merchants, their sleek fur and feline grace draped in rich robes, still made him pause, but only in admiration Ð he saw them almost daily as they worked to send the galaxyÕs finest to their luxury-loving homeworld. Amidst the welter of fur, feathers, chitin, and tentacles, human-variants hardly registered as variants with him any longer, and anything even vaguely bipedal had lost the power to charm him.

Anything but Meer Kass. He watched from his alcove as she stood bowed in the doorway for a moment, throwing back the deep cowl of her cloak to reveal eyes like broad green platters, sleek fur with the luster of tarnished silver, and feline features with a winking, knowing expression. She was Salariki, and tall for the race; she topped Con by several inches, and moved with easy power and a panther-like gravity of grace. Her fur glowed with health and luxury, and he sighed quietly to himself as he thought again of what it would feel like under his fingers. Sensuous, he thought wryly Ð for the few seconds he'd have left to live if he dared that transgression. He looked away as she headed across the lobby, pretending to monitor his security screens as she moved towards the desk.

"Corridor one, room five, please." Her voice was a lazy, throaty purr that jolted his libido as it lingered caressingly over the rÕs and sÕs. He reached for the passcard, looking up into her calm, faintly mischievous eyes as he held it out and felt her claws slide like polished ivory over his palm.

"Con. I listened to that music of yours." She chuckled, a low purr, and her eyes narrowed with humor. "How barbaric. I enjoyed it." She smiled, showing perfectly pointed white dentition, and nodded to him as she took his disk from a belt pouch and slid it over the counter to him.

"Oh, you don't have to give it back," he gulped out quickly, pulse suddenly pounding in his ears. She's listened to it! She'd actually listened to it! Now if he could just get her to do it again ... "I have a couple more like it. I can run you some copies if you want."

She cocked her head thoughtfully, sleek pointed ears flicking back to the noise of the lobby and forward again to him. "Yes, I may take your offer. I found your primitivists most refreshing. Perhaps more of the drummers?"

Con nodded eagerly, trying not to blow it all by looking too delighted. From the glint of humor in her eyes, he thought that she found his behavior amusing. She must know of his desire for her. He'd heard that Salariki could detect scents as subtle as those associated with particular states of mind, and she must have known by looking at him how excited she made him. If only that wouldn't make her suspicious. He thought she wasn't; he was pretty sure that she just found him cute and puppyish in his obvious admiration. She had the typical Salariki self-possession, an assurance bordering on arrogance. It would take more respect for him in order for her to regard him as a threat. As it was, she no doubt regarded his fascination with her as entirely understandable in a human underling.

She nodded and smiled again, tapping his palm with hers in a gesture of thanks as she turned. He watched her move through the paneled doors in a swirl of dark gray cloak and allowed himself the luxury of leaning his head on his hands and groaning.

A skitter and tweaking at his arm made him look up. Ko was there, tickering a staccato message on the noteboard it wore around its middle. It held it up and waved a couple of finger-like arms:

"TWENTY HUNDRED CREDIT I GET YOU ON HER NEXT SHIP. I GOT CONTACT."

Con laughed and pushed at the board. "Get out of here, Ko. You work in the mailroom."

Ko rattled on the keyboard with four of its limbs. "EVERYTHING GO THROUGH MAILROOM! HEEHEEHEE CON GOODBOY." Ko emitted a chittery chirping sound and scampered up his arm to sit on his shoulder, curling its tail around his neck and tugging his hair playfully with one limb. "CON NO LUCKY TODAY?"

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow."

"STOP SHOW MUSIC SHOW MAN-THING. YOU HUMAN NO GOT?"

"Yeah, that'd be real subtle, Ko. That the way they do it back on Isk?"

"ISK, THEY DO BEST! YOU NO GOT FIVE ISK, YOU NO DO IT RIGHT. ONLY NEED THREE BUT WHO WANT STOP THERE? HEEHEEHEE!" Ko chittered and rocked until it nearly fell off Con's shoulder.

"Right now, I'd settle for one."

"OK RIGHT CON. MAYBE SHE PLAY YOU LITTLE MAN-THING FOR YOU. SURE THING SHE LOVE YOU SKINNY NAKED APE SELF." Ko scampered around his neck, tickling him with its legs.

"Ko Ð fuck off back to the mail room."

"HEEHEEHEE! OK GOTTA GO CON. NO LET KASS SCRATCH CON'S BACK - OOOOOOH CONNNN PRETTY MONKEY BOOOYYYY!" Ko waved the board tauntingly, then dodged about the countertop as Con swatted at it. With a wave of its tail, it sprang into the crowd in the lobby and scuttled off towards the offices.

He couldn't help laughing. Ko was a little freak, but it was good for a laugh. It was right, though. Kass wasn't going to fall for some bald primate. Salariki thought pretty highly of themselves, and he'd never heard of one seeking a liaison outside of its race. But it was more than that. Meer Kass had been a pilot and a freelance runner; she still owned her own ship, and now shared in the Merchant House's profits as a very young but very respected associate. She had managed to carve herself a career in a risky and demanding field, and had grown rich doing it. She'd earned the Salariki honorific "Meer" at an unusually young age, and was commonly known to have sufficient independent capital to match or exceed her Merchant House salary. She was usually subtle about it, but she didn't hide it - it wasn't Salariki custom to hide superiority or to deny oneself the conveniences that skill, talent, or money could provide.

What could he offer compared to that? She was wealthy, adventurous, intelligent, sensual ... he stopped himself there with determination, and turned his thoughts to himself. He was barely skilled, a desk jockey; his position as "security" was laughable. The only effective thing he could do was to sound the alarm for the real police. And he had to admit that he'd bought into the Salariki way of seeing things. They were an amazingly race: graceful, refined, physically beautiful. No Salariki would consider courting the stumbling nakedness of a human, let alone a human so far down on the social scale. She was out of his reach.

But not out of his mind. And now, he thought, almost not daring to think it É and now, she wasn't quite out of his reach. Not any more.

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Kass stopped by the desk the next morning, a little earlier this time. She actually took him by surprise, so that for once, he didn't have to pretend to be looking at something else as she approached. He caught a glimpse of motion and then heard her soft rumble purring over his name.

"Con." She smiled. She usually did. Did it seem wider this time? He was imagining things. She'd heard one disk - ONE DISK, he reminded himself. Stop being an idiot. He wrenched his eyes up and smiled, trying not to look as guilty as he felt.

"Corridor one, room five?"

She nodded, then placed a velvet-furred hand on the counter, milky white claws tapping it lightly. Her paws, his mind noted irrelevantly, were darker; they shaded into a gray so deep that it was nearly charcoal. "So tell me, Con. Where do you find your native music on this planet? It is very enjoyable. I may need to invest in some." She smiled at the small joke on the daily business of investment that went on around them.

"Oh no need, no need. I have it sent over by my parents in packets from home. It'd be pretty hard to find here, but I can make you copies of everything I have. It's no problem."

She paused for a moment, an uncharacteristic hesitation. "I should pay for the disks, at least, Con?" She ended it as a question; she seemed uncomfortable offering him money, but equally uncomfortable accepting repeated presents. He crossed the fingers of one hand under the counter as he slid the newly prepared disk across it and smiled.

"Don't worry about it, Meer Kass. It's a pleasure to me to find someone interested in our world, and it's no trouble to run the disks. Maybe you'll find a market for it." He grinned. "Then you can remember me."

Kass laughed and took the disk. "Very well, Con. I shall keep my source in mind." She slipped the disk into a belt pouch and took her passcard from him, then turned and was gone in a breath of spicy-sweet herbs.

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It was a strange dream. It was an absurd dream. It was ... repulsive.

It was fascinating.

Kass groaned and eyed the soft glow of the clock, hearing a tired sigh from the rumpled tawny form next to her. The pilot had been by all means satisfactory Ð in terms of stamina and grace, nothing was left wanting, and his golden fur and bright green eyes were certainly striking.

But she'd dreamed of naked skin ... and strange sunken blue eyes.

She sighed and got up, swirling a robe around her as she padded over the cool tiles to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, lapping down a glass of milk, she shook her head and ran idle claws through her mane. She wasn't going to get back to sleep. With a resigned sigh, she moved out to the work room, feeling the rich pile of the woven rugs caress the pads of her feet. She sat in the egg-shaped velvet scoop-chair in front of her terminal and switched on the elegantly arching lamp. As she opened the latest account data, she picked up the discreet little remote and turned the music system on, just that room, very low. The steady bass throb and intricate overlays of the drumming were somehow soothing, and soon she was curled up in the chair, dozing lightly while her ears flicked and twitched with the music.

***

Con hunched over his drink, eying the doorway. Soon DagÕs tall, gawky figure filled it. He waved to him from the bar.

Dag slid down next to him, glancing along the bar cautiously. Con shoved over the drink heÕd ordered for him.

ÒDonÕt worry. The service sucks. I got you set up the last time he bothered to look over.Ó

Dag nodded and took a deep drink.

ÒAh, damn thatÕs good.Ó He hesitated a moment, then plunged in. ÒSo. HowÕs it, uh É going?Ó

Con shrugged. ÒWell, she hasnÕt tried to kill me yet, and IÕm pretty sure she listened to the first disk, so itÕs good so far.Ó

ÒShe look like sheÕs feeling any effect?Ó

ÒHard to say. She seemed a little more friendly today, but it wasnÕt anything major.Ó

Dag nodded. ÒThatÕs good. DonÕt want to move too fast. She might work it out.Ó

ÒYeah. But can you burn me a few more? I want to be ready to move ahead. SheÕs listening to them anyway.Ó

ÒSure. I brought the next one with me. IÕll send some more in the next day or two Ð just keep sending me what you want on them.Ó

Con nodded, taking the disk that Dag handed over. He eyed it, then spoke a little sheepishly.

ÒYou think itÕll work?Ó

Dag laughed, shaking his head. ÒIf it does, sheÕll never know. We just have to make sure we donÕt get it too high range. If weÕre low in the borderline perception frequencies, she just wonÕt register anything, but if we get too far toward conscious perception frequencies, itÕll start hitting the conscious mind. We know she doesnÕt hear it consciously now; letÕs not fuck with it.Ó

Con nodded. ÒNo kidding. DonÕt screw around with it. If it doesnÕt work, it doesnÕt work.Ó

Dag nodded, then grinned as he clapped ConÕs shoulder.

ÒHey, think positive, though. Maybe it will.Ó

***

"Good morning, Meer Kass. Corridor one, room five?"

He did his best to sound brisk, professional, and disinterested. He wasn't sure how successful he was; it's hard to lie to someone who can smell your level of tension. But he did his best to stay cool, and he was slowly upping the amount of cologne he wore in hopes that it confuse the issue. He was the first to admit he had no clue what he was doing, but he tried to be subtle. (Evidently not quite subtle enough; he'd backed off after Ko's terse interrogative Ð "MONKEY BOY GOT FLEA? STINK TO KILL?" If the Isk could notice it, Kass probably found it overwhelming.) He tried to imagine gutting fish to keep his mind (and other organs) from going into overdrive.

Kass looked preoccupied. She nodded and reached out to take the passcard. Was it his imagination, or did her slightly rough fingerpads linger longer on his hand than necessary? He looked up and she suddenly glanced away, almost as if disconcerted, and jerked the card to her. She was rattled! He'd never seen her anything but coolly detached. He hesitated, not sure if he should push things at this moment Ð but he had the disk made, and if she got any more nervous, she might start to avoid him. He slid the disk over the counter, pretending to look at something of interest on a monitor in order to avoid eye contact.

"Oh, I made you a disk of some of the latest music that my parents sent over. I remembered that you liked the one drummer gang I sent you last time, so I put a bunch of their stuff on it. Hope you enjoy it - sorry, I need check this out."

He rattled away on a keyboard, pretending to deal with the non-existent "problem." It was cheesy, he knew, but he hoped that she might take the disk and not quibble about it if he cut off communication. She stood there for a moment, eyeing him; he could feel her gaze burning into him. Then her claws scraped briefly on the countertop. When he finally allowed himself to look, she and the disk were gone and the paneled door was drifting slowly closed.

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Ko was in hysterics. It was chittering and wriggling so frantically that it couldn't type, and Con finally grabbed its board and swatted it with it.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ko? For fuck's sake, settle down and spit it out."

It rattled away at the board, still twitching and chirruping with merriment, its typing erratic and requiring frequent corrections.

"KASS!!! HO HO HO MONKEY BOY! YOU NOT ONLY ONE SHE NOT LIKING! HEEHEEHEE!"

It convulsed and rolled about the countertop, its frantic skittering suggesting uncontrollable mirth.

"OUT ON STREET! OUT ON STREET SHE THROW KIMTOK! ALL HIM CLOTHING OUT THE WINDOW! HEEHEEHEE! ALL OVER STREET!"

Con stared. Kimtok was a Salariki pilot who sometimes worked freelance for the Merchant House. His liaisons with Kass were common knowledge, as were her encounters with several other Salariki. They were a casually sensual race.

"SQUALLINGS AND BITINGS! KIMTOK BIG SCRATCH DOWN HIM! HE SWEAR SHE CRAZY CAT. THROW SHE WINE ALL OVER HIM HEAD. CALL HIM NASTY HAIRY CREATURE!"

Con tried to laugh, feeling a tightening in his gut and a prickly creeping up his spine. "She poured her wine over his head? I thought she was doing him regular!"

Ko chittered and whipped its tail about, then clicked on the keys again. "SHE WAS! DO HIM EVERY PORT CALL! LOOK LIKE SHE NO DO HIM MORE. CON WATCH CHANCE, MAYBE SHE LONELY TONIGHT. JUST NO WINE BRING OR CON WEAR IT." Ko giggled again, then stiffened, jerked its board onto its back, and skittered away at speed. Con looked up to see Kass approaching the desk.

She looked tired. Her green eyes were half-slitted, and her slightly curling mane was rumpled and straying around her neck. Her eyes met his and did not look away. They seemed dazed, tired ... almost resigned. He felt his chest tighten. They remained, unspeaking, for several long seconds. At last he pulled himself together and fumbled the passcard for her office from its slot. Without looking away from her eyes, he held it out to her and felt her hand touch his. It jolted him like a current. He felt every detail of the scrape of her smooth claws, the rough pads of her fingers, the sleek tickle of the velvet fur edging the pads. Her hand drifted over his for an epochal moment, and her green eyes remained fixed on his, open ... almost beseeching. As she drew the card from his hand, her claws raked slowly, lingeringly down his palm, then over his fingers to rest lightly on the tips for a long moment. She withdrew her hand, still meeting his gaze Ð then turned slowly and walked toward the corridor, moving wearily.

He watched. Later that day, he slipped a disk into her mailbox with a short note explaining that he hadn't finished it by that morning. He had, of course, but he didn't want to give her a chance to refuse the gift. Things were reaching the point where she might.

***

She lay in the embracing comfort of the chair, idly flicking through fleshplay channels on the screen. In the background the drumming played with a low throb. She'd put all four disks into the player and set them to repeat, listening to them as she paced restlessly through the house. She'd spent the early part of the evening in a flesh den near the port, trying to jolt her flagging libido with Twilek brandy and the expert caresses of a paid attendant. The bracing bodyrub had failed to stimulate her, however, and his fawning manner, so unnatural to a Salariki, had only disgusted her. It was revolting to see a member of her race so bereft of dignity. In the end, she stood abruptly and left when she found her eyes straying to a thinly clad human male serving a party of wolfish Gigorans. She let the drumbeats wash over her body, soothing away the tension of the night. The broken images jittered over the screen, meaningless glimpses of naked beings flickering past as she jumped through the channels without registering any of them. She lifted the delicate balloon-shaped glass and drained the last of the brandy. She felt pleasantly disassociated, floating, drifting away from her troubles. She stretched and twitched her tail, feeling a warm langour creeping over her limbs. She sighed and flicked her claws slowly down her chest, dragging them lightly over the soft fur and arching her back. Her channel-jumping grew slower as she purred, dropping the glass to roll on the soft carpet and running her palm over a row of hardening nipples. She groaned, tail lashing, and flicked the topmost with a claw tip, then drew in her breath sharply and wriggled lower in her chair. Soon her hoarse, rhythmic breathing nearly drowned the music; the muted screen sat, unregarded, on a Salariki channel as she stroked both hands down her nipples and began to rub her thighs. She stretched out her legs, knocking the control to the floor, and ran the rough pads of her fingers up her thighs, higher, stroking, teasing, finding the center of pleasure and caressing it as her thunderous purr filled the room. The action on the screen paused; she tilted her head back, trembling on the edge, looking for release. She imaged Kimtok's rough, pointed tongue; she stroked harder. She focused on the image of the kneeling Salariki at the port that night and hung, aching, body writhing for release. She stared at the screen, the taut young Salariki pair moving with luxurious ease. Still she throbbed on the edge of fulfillment. She tossed her head, growling, quivering with frustrated desire. She grabbed the control and flicked the channels three, four times Ð and paused on an image of an ursoid Gruth pleasuring a human male, kneeling before him and bobbing her head down the length of his pulsing shaft.

She came like a thunderbolt.

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She was avoiding him. He was sure of it. She normally arrived a little after the main rush, choosing to avoid the crush of the morning crowd. But for the past three days she'd come right at the peak, at a time when he couldn't do more than scramble up passcards as quickly as they were requested. She wouldn't meet his eyes, either; twice she'd deliberately engaged someone in conversation in the lobby and walked with them to the desk, manufacturing an excuse to avoid looking at or speaking to him. She looked flustered and nervous, and skittered away as soon as she'd jerked the card from his hand as if trying to avoid any contact with his skin.

He couldn't decide if it was a good sign or a bad sign. She was fighting it, he was sure. But was her agitation a sign that she was starting to cave in? He hesitated a day in indecision, trying to decide if another push would bring capitulation or disaster. At last he slid the disk into her mailbox without note or comment.

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The com unit buzzed. It had been buzzing, on and off, for most of the day. She sighed, closed her eyes, and turned up the music, letting the drumbeats drown the summons and throb through her body. She lay, slumped, on a heap of luxurious cushions, sprawled semi-naked with a crystal decanter by her side. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the vibrant emerald wine from her goblet and then set it down, lifting the decanter and pouring unsteadily as she groaned and rubbed her face. She was clad only in the thinnest of gauze robes, open down the front, and she stroked her claws up and down the soft fur of her belly as she pulled the goblet to her and drank again. On the screen in front of her, three naked humans cavorted in crude but somehow fascinating sexplay. She peered at them muzzily and licked her whiskers with a pointed tongue.

Last night, while blind drunk, she'd finally allowed herself to search for a vid of a human and a Salariki. She could find no such thing, but eventually turned up one featuring a human male and a female Trianni, a huge, tigerish race from the west galaxy. The human had placed a thick leather collar on the Trianni's neck and chained her hands behind her back, and apparently used a shock whip to enforce his commands. Kass watched the bound feline kneel to service the human's shaft with her mouth, then lick over his body, nuzzling him obediently. She'd lapped his testicles and anus, then knelt, face grinding into the floor, as he entered her from behind. Kass had watched it three times through and had come to orgasm again and again. By the end, the throbbing of the drumbeats seemed almost to pulse through the waves of her pleasure.

Now, watching the three humans, she battled with herself. She wanted to watch the human and the Trianni again, but loathed herself for the perverse fascination. She sighed and eyed the decanter. It was nearly empty. She drank deeply from her goblet, then held it to the light. A few more swallows. A few more from the decanter. And then ... she might forget herself and watch the vid again. She closed her eyes, feeling the wine drifting her far from reason, and flexed her claws as she slid her hands down to stroke her thighs again. The drumbeats thundered on.

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Kass Kass Kass loves Con Kass loves Con wants more music needs more music needs to listen listen always listen to Cons music listen to Cons music love Con worship Con kneel before kneel and adore lick kiss suck touch feel rub love worship Con trust Con trust Con yield to Con yield to Con kneel to Con please Con obey Con worship Con desire Con want Con need Con need Con please Con love Con stroke Con rub Con lick Con kiss Con love Cons skin love Cons body love Cons cock love Cons cock love Cons cock want Con need Con worship Con adore Con submit to Con submit to Con submit

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He was in agony. Had he pushed too far? He'd been concerned about the latest subliminals. She was still fighting it, but he had been afraid to wait any longer; she might overcome it and shake the whole thing off. Now she hadn't been in for three days, and he was burning with curiosity and dread. What if he'd pushed her too hard? What if she'd done something ... drastic? What if it wasn't possible to change ideas so strongly ingrained in her? Maybe he'd done her some kind of terrible damage, really fucked her up. Maybe she just couldn't handle the reversal of thought. He swore and pulled at his hair, mentally kicking himself. Fucking Dag and his smart ideas. It had been stupid from the start. He'd been screwing around with things he didn't understand, and now he'd Ð

"Con."

He looked up, startled. It was past midday; what was she doing in now?

"Ah, Meer Kass. I hope you're, uh ... feeling better?"

She nodded, looking weary but calm Ð much less nervous than when he last saw her. She seemed assured, but there was something underneath. He couldn't read it.

"Much recovered, thank you, Con." She seemed to linger on his name. He hoped so. She leaned forward over the counter. "I wanted to thank you, as well, for the music. It's been quite a comfort while I was ... ill."

"That's, um, really good to hear Meer Kass. I'm glad you're feeling better. You, uh, need room five, corridor one?"

She eyed him. "Not this day. I need the passcard to the roof port. I believe I have clearance there."

Con nodded, clicking quickly over the computer screen. "Yes, you do. But I don't see any landings scheduled Ð "

"It is a departure. I leave shortly. It is time I went up."

Con nodded, baffled. The screen read nothing on the pad. "I'll take you up, then. Com me from the pad when you return."

Kass nodded and waited as he secured the alcove. He struggled to make small talk, nonplussed at her strangely serene manner. She only smiled in response, sphinx-like, and waited for him to escort her to the elevator to the landing pad. The doors closed and the machinery hummed into action.

"OK, for security reasons we can't give you the passcard from the pad to the main building, but once you log back from the flight, you just need to Ð uh!"

He stopped abruptly as Kass slapped at the pause switch of the elevator and pinned him against the wall with a hungry kiss. It was startling and amazing; her tongue, rough and soft, dipped into his mouth, licking and tasting him eagerly while her claws dug into the padded wall behind him with a soft ripping sound. She leaned there, a hand on either side of him over his head, body rubbing against his eagerly. It was taut, muscular, springy Ð he yanked himself out of his daze and grabbed her. Her fur was sleek, silky, erotic Ð just as heÕd dreamed it. In seconds he was struggling with her robe, trying to raise the low hem, then finding the catches and opening it down the front. All the while she was leaning into him, licking into his mouth and nuzzling his lips. He groaned, feeling her thighs pressing against his own, her leg rubbing intently over his instant erection. He slid his hands into her robe, stroking his thumbs, with a feeling of disbelief, up the rows of nipples, four on each side, watching her arch and quiver as he touched them. They were dark, flat, close to the body, not at all like human breasts, but the feel of the silky fur around them spoke directly to his libido, and in a moment he had his tongue to one.

She purred, a deep rumble, then gave a long sigh that sounded like release from torment. She dipped her head and body, moving to bring her lips to his again, whiskers brushing his face as her tongue explored his mouth. Slowly she let herself slide down his body, claws dragging lightly down him as she nuzzled her way lower to kneel before him. He fought to keep control; the sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He stared down, watching her cloudy silver mane of flat, sleek curls flow over her neck as her hands moved over the fastenings of his coveralls. She nuzzled his crotch through the fabric as her hands worked at the catches, and he could hear the whimpering moan he gave as her long tongue curved up under his balls and then licked forward and up the length of his shaft, her warm breath sighing through the fabric. He yanked at the upper catches, wriggling violently in his haste to be rid of the material, and in a few moments struggled loose. An instant later he was leaning against the wall of the elevator, trembling and gasping as she took his shaft into her mouth and licked it hard. Her tongue was rougher, longer, and more agile than any human's; his head swam, and he pushed at her gently, trying to gain a second or two of control before he lost it completely. He looked down as she slowly pulled back, and his cock twitched hard. She was kneeling before him, one hand on his shaft, her robe open down the front - the kind of thing he'd dreamed of. But her eyes were what made his blood boil. They were slitted in pleasure, deep pools of utter fulfillment, and their only desire was to please him.

He took a deep breath, then reached down to stroke her head and ears. She purred again, and he pressed his shaft forward a little. She smiled and stroked him gently, claws curving carefully under the shaft. She leaned forward and nuzzled her head under his length, tongue darting out to lick low and hungrily. He couldn't help a groan of pleasure at the warm, rough stroke of her tongue combined with the sleek silky brush of her furred head against his cock. She lapped his balls gently, lingering over them, her tongue teasing and stroking until his knees felt ready to give way. Finally he found his voice and panted to her:

"Suck it, Kass. Please."

Eyes slitting nearly closed with pleasure, she nodded and licked up the length of his shaft, reaching up with one hand to stroke and fondle his balls. When she reached the head of his cock, she licked it hard several times, quickly, then opened her mouth and slid it in. He felt a moment of panic at the sight of her sharp white teeth; then with a moan of pleasure he felt her envelope him to the hilt. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock as she sucked softly and bobbed her head up and down the shaft. She licked and sucked with little tosses of her head, teeth well guarded as she worked him into her throat with hungry swallowing movements. Her paws pressed on his thighs and her claws pricked lightly at the skin as she nuzzled home. At last her cool nose nestled against his pubic hair, and her tongue lapped out suddenly to lick his balls again. He gripped her mane and hunched, wrapping himself around that amazing sensation, barely able to keep to his feet as he pulled back just a little and pushed into her mouth with the gentlest thrust he could manage.

She began to purr.

He shuddered and threw his head back, feeling the deep vibration throb through his cock and jolt up his spine as he dug his fingers into her mane. He thrust deep into her throat, cramming himself instinctively into her as his back arched and he knotted his hands in her fur. In a moment he was thrusting frantically, restraint forgotten as her purring shuddered through his loins and her tongue stroked him to ecstasy, her claws pricking his skin as she gripped his thighs and pulled him hungrily into her mouth. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and sobbed with pleasure as the orgasm wracked him. Kass purred and nuzzled through it, lapping him down eagerly as he throbbed against her warm, rough tongue.

When the rush finally subsided, he leaned against the wall, trembling, barely able to stand. Kass licked her whiskers clean and then lapped over his body, cleaning down his thighs and up his belly. With a last long, caressing lick she leaned back, still kneeling, and looked up to him. He saw the strange hopefulness in her eyes and shuddered, feeling a dreamlike haziness coming over him. He stroked her head and she leaned into his hand, rubbing against it like a pet cat. Con shakily gathered up his coveralls, getting back into them as he wondered how to proceed from there. Kass quietly fastened her robe, then stood, ruffling back her mane.

"Kass, I, uh ... I don't know what to say ..."

She shook her head. "If you take what I give, you make me most happy." She looked down a minute, then back up, curiously vulnerable. "Did I please you?"

Con groaned, letting his head thump back against the wall of the elevator. "Oh yeah. You pleased me."

Kass nodded, then stood. She came to lean against him, licking softly at his neck. She was tall; she stooped to nuzzle him, but there was something delicately yielding in her gesture. She murmured softly in his ear.

“I will please you again …?”

Con ran his hands over her shoulders, up her neck as he kissed her.

“Again. Any time you want.”

Kass smiled.

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Con fidgeted over his drink. He’d never noticed how seedy and dingy the bar was; he’d come here all of the time when he lived nearby in the grimy low-rent sectors. He sighed, toying with the stack of disks in front of him. That tiny bare room with its thin walls, its constant noise, its ground-in smell of loneliness and desperation – it was hard to see how he’d managed to stand it. Meer Kass’s villa was as sleek, warm, and delicious to the touch as her own taut body, a banquet for the senses. It was going to be hard to leave.

The last month had been incredible. He walked through work in a haze, barely noticing Ko’s astonished chitterings and the amused glances of the rest of the staff. His mind wasn’t on his tasks, but it hardly seemed to matter; he spent all day thinking about getting home to the villa and discovering new ways to make Kass’s body arch and purr against him. Not that they usually bothered to wait for evening – she’d called him to her office for “assistance” so often that it was a running joke in the halls. She didn’t seem to care, either. She’d been open enough in her liaisons with other Salariki – their culture attached no special shame to such encounters. But a human … he’d expected embarrassment, or at least secrecy. Instead, she sought him out with an open sensuality that was flattering in its deliberate transparency. Now every time he saw her Ko rattled off “KASS COME FOR SHE MONKEY BOY! TIME FOR FEED KITTY!” and laughed itself almost off of the desk. The other humans treated him with a mixture of admiration and envy, but mostly with good cheer. They were glad to see someone from down the ranks make it lucky big time.

He gulped his drink, then slammed the glass down. Damnit. It was good. But it needed to end. He felt like an idiot; he had exactly what he wanted. Kass was even talking about taking him on her next mission. With her behind him, he could finally be something better than a flunky-level desk jockey. He could get a start in the trade; he could work his way into an apprenticeship. Hell, Kass would take him without a question. She’d see him through. Then he’d have his own trophies to add to the exotic jewels, the shining sculptures, the intricate tapestries that graced the villa, relics from her trading missions to a thousand strange and beautiful worlds. He would have a place there – his own place.

But it wasn’t his place. Nothing would make it his place. And nothing would make her honestly his. It was time to admit it. He thought of her as he’d seen her that morning, wide green eyes gazing at him with frank desire and … love. He’d turned away from her, and he’d felt her hurt when he did. She wanted him. She wanted him in a way that no Salariki had any business wanting him, or anybody. She wanted to be his alone, and in her race exclusivity was practically an abnormality. She wasn’t just sleeping with him; she was staying with him, helping him, turning down every Salariki male in port to go home with a naked monkey. People were talking. And he couldn’t look her in the eye any more.

He shoved the glass away, straightening. Dag came in, glancing around for him. He waved, ordered them both a round as his friend pushed through the crowded bar.

“Nice choice.” Dag grimaced, wriggling past a pair of heavy-set Gruths to reach the bar. “Thought you were moving upmarket now. Couldn’t you spring for something a little cleaner?”

Dag glanced at Con, grinning – then let his smile fade as he saw his expression.

“Damn, Con, you look like shit. Get that drink inside of you.”

Con nodded, and both drank quietly. Dag glanced at him, but waited for him to speak in his own time. Finally, Con shoved the stack of disks at him.

“Look, I really appreciate you helping me. I just … I can’t use them any more.”

Dag blinked, surprised, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah. OK. Sorry they didn’t work out for you.”

“Oh, they worked. Fuck, they worked.”

Dag drew the disks slowly over to himself, eying them a little warily.

“Really?”

“Yeah. She just … everything. You have no idea.”

Dag toyed with the disks, watching Con’s troubled expression. “Wow. I didn’t really think they’d do it.”

Con nodded. “That semi-perceptible shit … it worked like hell.” He stared bleakly into his drink, then turned abruptly, pushing the words out fast.“Look, stopping like this … it’s not gonna, you know … fuck her up or something, is it? I mean, not hearing those … things.”

Dag shook his head. “Shouldn’t. It’s just repetitive conditioning. It should wear off with time. How long, that’s anybody’s guess.” He turned a disk over in his fingers, then sighed and put the stack in his jacket pocket. He looked down at the table, feeling oddly ashamed.

“You, uh, might want to let her down easy. Let her decide to break things off.”

Con nodded. “Yeah. Her choice. All the way.”

They looked into their drinks, avoiding each others’ gaze. Dag downed his drink, then finally spoke.

“Look, Con, I’m sorry. I should’ve –“

“Yeah.” Con shook his head. “It not like I thought it would be. I mean – she’s not –“ He broke off, glancing guiltily at the door, and ducked his head.

“She’s here. I told her to meet me after work.”

Dag nodded, sympathetic. He raised his glass and touched it to Con’s.

“Fuck this. It was a stupid idea. I’ll melt the disks tonight.” He drank, then smiled with forced bravado. “So. Do I get to meet this walking goddess before she throws your ass out?”

Con nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ll introduce you. She’s in the door, stopping traffic.” He glanced up wistfully at Kass’s lithe form.

Dag grinned and looked up. He blanched, then pulled Con back down as the tall gray-furred figure glanced searchingly past them.

“She’s a Salariki?” he hissed. “You never told me she was a Salariki!”

Con blushed. “Um. Sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was, uh, weird.”

Dag stared at him silently. Con blushed deeper.

“Look, I know it’s kind of strange, but she’s really great.”

Dag kept staring.

“Fuck you,” snapped Con, glaring back at him. “So I’m hot for a chick with fur. Like you’d turn it down.”

Dag smiled oddly as he took the disks out of his jacket pocket and slid them over the bar to Con. He shook his head.

“I’m not judging. If I thought I had a chance in hell, I’d be all over her. But didn’t you think about what we were doing? The semi-perceptible frequencies work because they’re just high enough to be heard and just low enough not to register in the conscious mind.”

Con scowled, still needled. “Yeah? So what? Spell it out. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.”

Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?”

Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.”

Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.”

“You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the door “But – only one way to find out. Ask her.”

Con stared at him, starting to frame a denial – then bit off his words as a warm, strong hand closed on his shoulder. He looked up guiltily to find Kass smiling down.

“Good evening, Con.” Her purring tone as she lingered over his name and her sly green eyes, half-closed with pleasure, belied her formal greeting. He gulped and looked up, then with a start reached hurriedly but belatedly for the disks that lay on the bar. Kass stopped his hand with a rough-padded velvet paw.

“Mmmm, drummers. My favorites.” She turned the disks over curiously. “But Con, you will not give these away, will you?” She looked at him, puzzled – then slowly smiled, eyeing Dag with amusement and nodding as if suddenly seeing a joke.

“Ahhh. You too have ambitions. Con has told you of his success.” She smiled, eyes dancing mischievously. “I cannot promise that you will meet with equal fortune, but his approach was certainly … novel. I never met a human with such courage and cleverness, nor did I think to.” She stroked Con’s hair, smiling proudly.

“To marry the subservience of a human underling with the boldness of a Salariki male by speaking in one way with his person, and another under his music – one way when giving the gift, and another in the gift itself – I did not think that humans had such subtlety, or such boldness.” She grinned at Con, winking. “I will not be disturbed that you lend our disks to your friend. Perhaps another of my race will learn the inventiveness of humans. But you must have them returned. I would not wish to lose the records of your courtship; they are an art in themselves.”

Con sat, quietly stunned, as Dag grinned and pushed the disks toward him.

“Thank you, Meer Kass,” he replied. “But I have already learned all that I need from them.”

Kass smiled, scooping the disks into her belt pouch. “Then shall we leave, Con? I would linger with your friend, but there is much to do at home.” Her sultry gaze left little doubt of her intent as she leaned forward to nuzzle his ear playfully. As he fumbled to his feet, her whiskers brushed against him as she whispered softly -

“Kass loves Con.”

Fairy Seduction

Nayr on Supernatural Stories

Jeremy was having one very frustrating day, from the sudden divorce from his wife, to the loss of his job, to the sudden death of his father. He had no idea how all of this could happen within a week, nor did he know how he was even putting up with it all, truly he felt like lying down going to sleep and never waking up. He sighed in frustration as he walked through the forest behind his house, in his childhood this place had always provided him with a safe place of rest for him, now he just hoped it would calm his nerves. As he walked through the wood twilight was descending, giving everything from the grass to the leaves of the trees a red hue from the setting sun giving him a moment’s peace from the troubles of the real world.

He stopped his walk and sat down on the gro
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und, head buried in his hands and he began crying, away from the world he was finally allowed to let it all out. He stayed there until he was out of tears and even longer until night had fallen. He sighed, looking up to the vast array of stars above him, a speck of light shot across the sky in the moment. He mumbled under his breath, “I wish I didn’t have to deal with this world..”

Immediately a small rustling came from a bush not five feet away, and a small giggling noise. It sounded like a young girl was giggling at him, “Aright come out of there..” he said in an annoyed gruff voice standing and moving towards the bush. It shook again and the giggling noise happened once more, and then it sounded like the girl ran from the bush into the forest. Jeremy was confused at this but he shrugged and took off after the girl, he couldn’t explain why but he felt the need to find out who this girl was, a strange new goal taking place in his mind.
He ran through the forest, sometimes thinking he lost track of the sounds of the running girl, but a rustling bush and a giggle would tell him where to go, he followed without thinking why he was following, just the thought of finding the girl on his mind.

Suddenly he burst out to the edge of the forest to a location he had never even seen before; he walked out slowly to the sight in front of him. It was a lake, not a ripple on its surface, surrounded by trees and seemingly out of a fairy tale. He had never heard of this lake ever being here, nor had he even seen it here before. He walked out slowly to stand at its edge and looked into the waters, his reflection showed like a mirror.

He was about an average man, strongly built from working out to get rid of frustration on a bad day. He had no facial hair, liking to keep it clean, well kept black hair, and had bright blue eyes. He had blue jeans and a simple undershirt on, having come here from his gym in the garage. He sighed looking at his figure, he didn’t know what he had done to have everything go so wrong.

Suddenly, he felt as peace, without a problem or care in the world, he seemed happy almost. He saw his image smile and had a sparkle in its eye. Then he realized he Was smiling, he didn’t know why he had nothing to smile about. Then that giggle came from behind him, and he spun around to try and catch what it was, he opened his mouth in awe at the sight of it.

It was a woman, one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. There just didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her at all, pristine down to the last detail, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become. She had brilliant green eyes and long blonde hair, but there was two features the stuck out the most to him. The first, where two large wings sprouting from her back, like a dragonfly’s, a rainbow seemed to glisten over them and they looked rather fragile. The second, was the fact she wore no clothing stand before him in the nude, her breasts standing out to be viewed by him and her hairless vagina present as well.

As he stood staring at her figure she giggled again, “You humans are so funny, can’t stop staring at a woman.” She giggled again watching his eyes dip up and down then snap back to her eyes, facing turning red a little. “You shouldn’t..Wait what are you!?” he was very confused suddenly, this didn’t seem real, but he felt so calm almost drawn to her, he was fighting not to take a step towards her. She giggled again, shifting her weight onto one leg, “What’s the matter? You don’t like me?” He blinked and took a step forward, “No! Your..lovely!” She smiled at that, he didn’t seem to have much objection or control for some reason.

She raised a hand and made a beckoning motion to him, he began walking slowly towards her, he couldn’t help but go to her. “Come here..you look so trouble, I want to help you..” she said it slowly and with a slight seductive tone. He moved to her, standing directly in front of her his eyes locked to hers, she gave him a loving smile and moved her lips right next to his brushing against them. “I can make it all go away..just surrender yourself to me..” she whispered softly to him. He struggled for a moment but her alluring presence coupled with his recent trauma broke his resolve, he whispered back, “I’ll do anything.”

She gave a soft giggle, this one sounded nothing like that of a little girl, more a women getting what she wanted from a man. She pressed her lips to his and he succumbed to her, wrapping his arms around her lithe form and kissing her deeply, their tongues intertwining within one another, he easily feel the hardness straining against his pants now, as it had been since he laid eyes on her. The kiss seemed to last for eternity as he forgot what it was like to have never known this woman; she was slowly taking over the way he thought with the way she looked.

He pulled away from her lips slowly, looking into her opening eyes with a new longing, she whispered to him, “You can have me..and you will submit yourself to me..” He was suddenly overcome with desire for her, he couldn’t stop what he was going to do next because it filled every fiber of his body suddenly. He didn’t know how he had lost his clothes or if he had even had them before, whichever it was he didn’t care.

He pushed up against her and easily found a soft wall made of leaves behind her that was strong yet soft and pressed her up against it kissing her lustfully. She made a small noise into his mouth that he ignored as if it was a sound of protest, moving to hold her up by her legs taking control during the situation. Then without warning he viciously entered her and pounded against her into the vines he was the only thing holding her up now. He was becoming an animal, he didn’t care about his previous life anymore, and his sole object was this fascinating woman and being with her. He continued to pound against her as she moaned gleefully into the air as he grunted with each thrust. Her glistening wings flapped in rhythm to each thrust, sparkling lights falling around them as he continued on in her. As he held her and continued he brought is lips back to hers and continued with a lustful kiss again, this time they each were moaning into the others mouths in the joy of the moment.

As he continued his lust for her she started to moan ever louder, almost trying to force herself back against him with each thrust into her. Her wings started to flap against his back now as her hands clung to him for support the dust fell around them more, each one that hit him felt like her touching him all over in a ever caressing fashion. He began to feel the pressure building as he thrust harder, slamming against her in long slow, but still fast thrusts.  And then simultaneously the moaned into each other’s mouths as her wings went crazy beating around her. He felt himself releasing into her as she clamped onto him having an orgasm in rhythm with his own heightening the experience. He started to go limp as he continued to pour into her wave after wave, each time she clung to him a little tighter.

As he began to become too weak to support his legs he started to fall backwards, the motes of dust had put him through a feeling the near exhausted him because of it. Her wings let them slowly fall to the soft grass below them still holding onto one another, and still connected. She looked into his eyes with a pleased smile, “Your amazing..for a human..my human..” and she began kissing him once more, this one filled with passion. He found the energy to kiss back, his mind slipping into oblivion as he forgot everything he once was, he now belonged to this magnificent being.

The Other Side of the Coin Chapter 13

dandalk on Supernatural Stories

I and lesbian domina Gerilynn eat out a couple of straight girls and then Gerilynn dominates me, meting out severe punishment for a couple of my missteps. Meanwhile, Jason and Diana firm up their evolving friendship with more oral sex.

Haunted Mirror

K.Teal on Supernatural Stories

The sun was bright this spring morning, and many of the trees were blossoming already. Kathy stould infront of a mirror and looked over her naked body, her lovely round breasts, her tuant stomach and curvy hips. She slid her hand down to her little triangle tuff of hair between her legs and shuddered in delight. She shuddered slightly as her nipples stiffened slightly. "Oh...." she purred softly.

Kathy had only started to explore her young body, learning how to please and tease it on her own. She learned that just by softly teasing her nipples and her little pussy she could make herself so wet. She turned slightly in the mirror and looked at her nice round ass, and purred again. She let out a long breath as she moved herself slowly twords her bed, and glanced at her ala

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rm clock. "Hmm, I have an hour... I can play." she purred to herself before she layed back on it sideways and propped her head up on her pillows so she could watch herself in her full length mirror. She lifted her legs up onto the edge of the bed and spread them wide giving herself a good full view of her naked pink pussy. She let out another breath as her fingers glided between the lips as she let out a soft moan. Her eyes closed as her other hand moved to play and tweak with her nipples

She glanced at the mirror and purred softly a moment as she slid a finger into her little slit and swirled it around, her eyes were locked upon the site of her finger pushing into her body when she saw the mirror ripple slightly and her reflection looked as if there was something else overlapping. She gasped and sat up straight, her eyes locked on the mirror as she pulled her blanket over her body as her own image faded away and left behind the image of a very cute guy. This guy had a dark tan complection and wavy blond hair. She let out a scream as she bolted from her bed moving to the door.

The guy pounded his hands on the mirror as she tore out of her room screaming loudly, running smack into her mother. Her mother grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her concerned. "Honey what is it?" "There is a guy in my room, a guy in my..." she pointed to her room and her mother went running inside looking around. All that was there was her empty mirror her bed, and her open window. Her mother leaned out of her window looking down at the ground and saw no one. "Honey there isn't anyone here... Paul Paul.." She yelled as Kathy's father came tearing in. "Paul.... Kathy says she saw a man in her room..." Her father waisted no time as he bounded down the stairs to check around the house.

After several moments, and Kathy now dressed her father returned. "He must have gotten away, I'm calling the police, what did he look like." Kathy gave a description and then sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She didn't dare say she saw him in her mirror, it was probibly just his reflection from the window anyways.

Her father made a report and that was that. Kathy went to finish unpacking the last of her boxes from their move here. She was left alone in her room now, after her window had been shut and locked. Kathy's mother talked about getting her some nice curtains so even if the blinds were up, no one could see inside.

Kathy stould a moment, inspecting her mirror, they had found it in the house and Kathy just fell in love with it, her mother said perhaps with some refinishing and a new stain it would look very nice, and agree'd to let Kathy keep the mirror.

Kathy slid her fingers over the glass, and then started looking behind it. "Yep, just his reflection from my window. She said simply as she pulled the blinds and moved to lock her door. "I'm so randy now... christ... just a moment and it will be all better." she murmered as she moved to slide on her bed. She undid her jeans shorts and slipped them off her hips, along with her panties.

Her fingers once again went down to her pussy, as she bucked her hips around impatiently. She was horny as all hell this time. Her fingers dipped right into her slit as she closed her eyes and started to push deep into herself as she gave a moan into the air. Her eyes opened again as she looked to see her finger and pussy in the mirror but again, there was the guy. She jumped and sat up quickly, her and moving away. Her eyes went to the window but nothing, there was no one there looking in, her window was closed, the blinds pulled. The guy placed his hands on the mirror from the inside, and looked at her with lust.

She felt herself grow wetter, as she shuddered and looked at him back moving to slide her finger over her clit now and watch him. He licked his lips and pressed against the glass more, pushing hard as his hands started to slide through slightly, and all Kathy wanted was to get closer to him. She slid off the bed and walked slowly his way, her eyes never leaving his as she came right up infront of him. His hand reached out as far as it could go and grabbed her breast squeezing and pulling at her nipples causing waves of exstacy to course through her body. She let him continue to play with her breasts as she moaned and flicked her clit. For a while all she could do was feel his hands on her breasts, shoving and pushing them around as she continues to pound her pussy with her finger, then one of his hands slid down and batted her's out of the way.

His hand then slid down to her pussy, sliding over her folds as he went right to work. His finger pushed into her, while his thumb swirled over her clit, sending her waves of excitement to course through her body. It didn't take long before her juices were flowing down her legs and her muscles were spasming around his finger. She gave a gasping moan from her lips and shuddered leaning against the mirror, pushing her skin close to the rippling glass until she felt his mouth lock on her breast. She gasped and moaned more as he started to suck and flick her nipple with is tongue. His hand left her cunt and moved to her waist, holding her tightly to the mirror for a moment as his mouth teased her breast, then after a moment he turned her around forcefully, one hand bending her over at the waist while the other gripped her hip tightly. She felt his something nudge her cunt, pushing at her folds as she squirmed and gaspsed.

Half of her mind wanted him to do it, to push into her body, while the other half was screaming stop, don't do this. She felt so confused as he started to spead her pussy lips with his cock. She then pushed herself forward tearing herself from his grasp as she fell to the floor, crawling twords her bed. She turned around and looked at the mirror seeing him frustrated and angry, as his hands slid back through and started pounding on the mirror again until he faded. She layed there on the floor panting unsure what to do for a long moment, before she slowly slid her clothes back onto her body.

Kathy spent the rest of the day avoiding her room, she helped her mother unpack the kitchen items, then helped her father unload his tools. Soon dinner was done and over with, and the late night movie was over with. Her father stould up and yawned, pulling her mother to her feet. "Alright troopers, bedtime, we got a busy day tomarrow.." he announced as he headed for bed. Her mother followed "Nite Honey, you sleep well." Kathy nodded her head and slowly crawled to her room. 

The girl poked her head in first and saw nothing, so she slid in all the way shutting her door and moving to pull on her night gown. She watched the mirror like a hawk, afraid of something coming through it, though it was silly, she knew it was just her imagination earlier... she was just to involved in her pleasureing herself she let her mind get away from her. She rationalized it as she started to undress.

As soon as she was naked, the guy returned and watched her with lustfilled eyes. But she ignored him, and pulled on her night gown, moving to her bed to crawl under her blankets. "Your not real. "She announced as she turned her back to the mirror and closed her eyes.  She layed there a long while as she shifted around trying to get comfertable, but at the same time not look at the mirror.

The hours ticked by and finally Kathy felt sleepy, and started difting off. The first thing she felt was a cool breath on her ear, and the sound of whispers. "I want you.." it murmered to her, as she then felt the cool tickle of kisses on her neck.

Kathy moaned softly, her body unable to help it. The kisses moved down from her neck to her shoulder, as she felt hands press onto her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, causing her to moan some more as she rolled over onto her back, her eyes still closed. The front of her night gown unbottoned as the cloth was pulled away from her breasts, and soon her nipples felt as if they were being sucked upon. Kathy felt around trying to feel who was doing this to her body, but felt nothing at all. The mouth sucked and pulled upon her breast and them moved to the next one, doing the same.

As the mouth sucked upon her skin, Kathy could feel her night gown being pulled up her body, moving to bunch around her waist, as a hand moved her panties aside so it could tease her cunt, and probe her insides. All she could do was moan and buck wildly against the touch as her juices started to drip out of her body again. The mouth then moved from her breast and lowered down to her cunt, licking past her panties to get at her folds.

All Kathy could do was moan, as the tongue flicked and drove into her clit and drove deep into her folds teasing her over and over again as her fluids started to drench her skin. "More..." she moaned into the air, bucking her hips over and over again as she gasped loudly. "More... more.." was all she could manage to say. Soon her lips were covered with a mouth, it felt like a mouth atleast but when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything at all over her, kissing her and shoving it's tongue down her throat. She felt the cock again at her folds, pushing itself forward with out warning this time as it shoved deep into her body.
It felt tight, stretching her and burning deep inside as she gave a muffled wimper over the ghost tongue that was swirling around her mouth. She wanted it to stop now, as the pain flooded her, it was no longer feeling good. She pulled her head to the side, but the mouth wouldn't leave her, it remained locked on her lips. The cock started to pound into her body pushing deeper and deeper into her as she started crying out in pain. It was burning deep inside, and hurt like hell, all she could do was cry and lay back as the ghost just pounded in her over and over again.

Eventually the pain subsided and the burning went away as the cock had her so stretched, tingles shot through her skin, as she could feel the tightness rub against her pussy lips, now coursing her with pleasure. She bucked her hips up and started to rock her body as the cock went on and on.

Kathy's muscles started spasming around the ghost cock, as she found her self exploding inside. She shuddered and gaspsed against the ghost mouth as it continued to lick at her tongue and suck on her lower lip. The cock continued to pound away into her tightly stretched folds, pushing her further and further along in her own orgasm.

Kathy squirmed and thrashed around as she panted heavly, bucking against the cock over and over again as she tried to burry it so deep inside her body, as the cock continued to pound at her folds not stopping for anything.

After a moment as she continued to plunge deep into her own orgasm, the waves of pleasure not letting up at all, she started to feel her breath get sucked right out of her lungs, as if the mouth locked on her lips was sucking deep at her soul. She squirmed and tried to get away now, as she couldn't breath, and felt as if something heavy was pushing on her chest.

Her hands grasped at the bedcovers as she tried to excape, and close her legs to stop the cock from pounding into her, but there was nothing she could do. Her head turned to the mirror now and she found it glowing red and flickering like it was on fire. She could see the reflection of the guy ontop of her, pounding into her cunt, with his lips locked onto her's sucking the breath from her body though on his head he hand horns, and a tail was coming out of his back end.

As Kathy started to cry and the world started spinning the creature's reflection in the mirror leaned back, ripping away from her lips as she could hear a loud bellow into the air. It gripped her hips tightly and held her body to it's cock as she could feel it spasm and shoot liquid deep into her cunt. The creature gave one final hard thrust before pulling off her and vanishing back into the mirror.

Kathy layed on the bed, dizzy and scared, curling up into a ball as she sobbed, then finally drifted to sleep.   

The Linen Room

styme779 on Supernatural Stories


Ring.... ring.... Ring....
"Hello""

"High Tom. This is Jeff
"High Jeff, What's up?"
"Actually that's why I called you. I started a new job last month."
"Good for you. Where do you work?"
"I work at Pardee's Nursing Home. I take care of all the linen."
"That's cool do you like it?"
"It's a lot of fun. What is really great is this woman that I met there."
"So, not only did you get a new job but you also got a new girlfriend. You lucky guy."
"It's not like that at all. You see that it all happened the second night that I started:
It was my second night on t

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he job and ( just got finished bringing down the last of the dirty linen for the 12
O'clock runs. I was in the linen room setting up the carts for the next night when this woman said hi and
Startled me.

"Hello, my name is Samantha. I see you're new around here what's your name?"
"My name is Jeff. I just started the other night.
How do you like it so far?
"It's OK. Just very boring.
I know I used to do this job about two years ago. Would you join me in a cup of coffee?
Sure, I have plenty of time to finish this later.
We talked for almost an hour before I decided that I had to get back to work. We said our good - byes and
Samantha left.

The following night around the same time Samantha came back again. This time she brought coffee with

her. She asked me if the job was getting any less boring and I told her NO. She then told me she had a

way of making it a lot less boring.
She turned on my radio and started to do a strip tease. She first removed her blouse and bra. Then continued dancing
and eventually removed her skirt. There she was just dancing in her underpants and me with an erection that would
choke a horse. Samantha then beckons me over to her. We are both dancing and she starts to unbutton my shirt. My
shirt hits the floor and she starts to pinch my nipples lightly. Then she proceeded to remove my pants. After we are

both completely naked we made a comfortable spot on the floor with some blankets. She had me lie down first.

Then she laid down on top of me and started to kiss every inch of my body. She started at my forehead and

continued right down to my toes.

Let me tell you by this time I was so horny I thought I was going to cum right there on the spot, but she had other plants. She touched a spot on my inner thigh that made the feeling of cumming go away. She then started to lick her way back up to my groin. When she got there she very gently and lovingly took one testicle in her mouth, licked it

sucked it, and then did the same things to the other one. By now that feeling of cumming was starting to return.
Samantha must have sensed it because she touched that spot on my inner thigh again and the feeling went away. She
then proceeded to lick all the way up to the head of my cock. When she got there, she inhaled it all the way down to

the base. She licked my cock like no other woman has ever done. The noises, the sucking, and the licking had me

close to cumming again. This time she let me cum and cum I did right down her throat. I couldn't believe it, she

swallowed every last drop.

After she was done with my cock, she moved up so that her cunt was right over my mouth. Needless to say, I was only too happy to return the favor. I started to lick and suck her outer lips. After they opened on their own, I moved to her inner lips and again licked and sucked them until she was moaning like crazy. That was when I started to lick, suck, and nipple on her clit. She started to buck and whimper, but I kept going. I then started to knead her ass cheeks

with my hands. I even slipped one of my fingers up her ass. Let me tell you when I did that she came so hard I

thought I was going to drown. By this tie I was hard again. Samantha also noticed this and proceeded to sit on my cock. She started out moving up and down really slow, then she started to move so fast and hard I thought she was going to rip my cock off As we approached another orgasm, she let out a yell I thought could be heard on the eighth

floor. Thank god no one heard a thing.

After we both came and relaxed, we both got dressed and she helped me finish my work, gave me a kiss and left.

That was the last time I saw her. If I don't see her tonight, I'm going to ask my boss what happened to her.

Well Tom, I have to go for now I'll call you and let you know what's going on.

OK, Jeff talk to you later bye

See ya

That night at work again Samantha again did not return.

This is crazy I thought Samantha and I had a good thing going, why wouldn't she come back.
It's now 6:50am and my boss has just arrived.
George can I ask you a question?
Sure Jeff what's up?
For a couple of weeks now a woman named Samantha has been coming down here and helping me with the linen,
but for the last week I have not seen her or even heard from her. Does she still work here?
Jeff, the last Samantha we had working here died about two years ago. She even had your position.
There must be a mistake. This girl was far from dead.
Come with me.
We went to the personnel office where he had copies of all of the id badges.
Is this her?
Yes that's her. So, her last name is Johnson.
I don't know what you are talking about she has been dead for two years....

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Wolf's First Time

Nemus_of_Scienta187 on Supernatural Stories

It was another normal evening outside, i could see through my bedroom window, there was little wind, and the stars had just started to show themselfs through the tree's. So i check the time, its like 6:30, and i decide its about time that i get going. I walk to my bedroom door, to make sure my dad wasnt around, then i run to the window, and climbed onto the tree outside, closing my window after me. I drop to the floor, my muscles are aching like usual by now, but i just ignore it, and run the block. By now it had gotten dark, must be around 7 i think, and so what if ive got cramp, and im feeling weird, got more important things to think about, see im thinking about this girl im dating, her name is Jessica, shes a real fireball, and she wants me to be her first.

   Now

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any guy who has ever been offered this opportunity, will know that they will do Anything to get the job done. Me included. See im not exactly the best looking guy in the world, ive got mousey brown hair, and dull brown eyes, and im really skinny, most guys are like beefed up by the time they get to my age, either that or they are just geeks, so here i am stuck in the middle, with no major sexual experience myself. So when i get this offer from Jessica, i cant help but get turned on at the thought alone.

  But then my dad tells me its the time of the month, and i cant go out. But dad, that totally sucks, see i cant tell him the truth, coz he will think im a little virgin boy, well he would be right, but hey, he doesnt need to know.

Anyway, so i decided i was gonna sneak out, easy. So here i am, on the way to pick her up, and give her a special night she, or i, will ever forget. But then as im crossing the street, just my luck, i notice this blaring sound, and this really bright light. Ouch. A car.

So i hear these voices, but they are far away, and i cant see nothing. "Stupid dog run out right in front of my car". Some guy rants. "But isnt he beautiful". a Female voice replies. I think to myself, i aint no dumb dog. I try to tell them this, but no words come out, and i feel unconciousness fading back again. So it just comes, and i fade out, with the incessant whining of some poor creature nearby in my ears.

When i wake up again, its pitch black, and i can feel some soft or blanket over me, the whining has also stopped, i'm in some room somwhere, maybe a basement or something, but i notice one of the ground level windows is open. Thanks guys, but ive got a date, i think, so i start padding towards the window...., wait padding ?, also whats the clicking sound when i walk ?, and why am i so low to the ground ? i notice a reflection on an old mirror in the corner, so i decide to have a look at myself. And man did i get the shock of my life.

  Im not looking at my reflection, im looking at a, at a, i'm looking at a wolf. A powerfully built wolf by the looks of it too, with glossy white fur all over and....wait, and a raging hard on. Wow i think to myself, is this me ?, i step closer to the reflection and confirm that it is me.

Nice i think to myself, looking at my manhood, i seem pleased to see myself. I laugh at this, but only pant in the mirror. Why not go see Jessica now ?, i ask myself, give her a nice warm fuzzy suprise. I step away from the mirror, still hardly believing what i saw with my own wolf eyes, i leap onto a box, and place my hands, wait, paws, onto the ledge and nose the window open, then i stuggle through, my powerful muscles contracting to push myself through the small gap. Finally im free.

To Jessica, i think, see her parents are away and so yeah, should be fun, i look up and notice the full moon, and notice that its low in the sky, must be about 4 hours after midnight, i say to myself, well not say, but think, then i stop, how the hell do i know that ?, I shake myself and carry on trotting slowly towards the familiar smell of Jessica's house, wait, the familiar smell of Jessicas house ?, i've never been there, god this is gonna take some getting used to.

Anywho the journey goes off without event, and luckily Jessica lives in a bungalow, so no breaking in without hands, i jump the garden gate, by god im powerful, i think to myself, then i trot around to the back of the house, where i know Jessica's room to be. I smile, good old Jessica, keeping her window open. It was a warm night, and like usual Jessica trusted the neighbourhood that we lived in, whereas i wouldnt trust it as far as i could throw it. Which is pretty hard concidering its a whole neighbourhood. Anyway.

I clear the window ledge in one leap and land on the middle of the floor, with a slight thud. Jessica, makes no sound. I walk around to the side of the bed, cursing my clicking toenails, and place my paws beside her face on the bed. Then looking over her, i feel the familiar arousal feeling that i get whenever i see her.

She looks so peaceful there, asleep on her bed, topless.

She moves in her sleep, and i freeze, so i dont wake her up. She rolls over onto her stomach, and i feel the deffinate feeling of a massive erection, as i see her bare body, in the moonlight.

Her lips were parted slightly, and her hand lay across her breasts, gently, i nudged the hand away, until it fell back. Her youthful breasts were fully rounded, her nipples were semi erect in the night air, their roundness so beautiful. I lean forward and lick gently one of the nipples, she stirs and mutters to herself in her sleep, but carried on sleeping. I carry on licking, making the nipple rise even more from its surrounding flesh, small moans escape her lips. I jump onto the bed softly, so i dont disturb her, and i carry on licking, now moving to the other nipple, slowly i work downwards, until i find the covers covering her bottom half, then i softly take them in my teeth, and pull them down lower, so her panty line is shown, past her knees, until the cover falls to the floor.

This is when i get really turned on, she is sleeping in the total nude, not a stitch of clothing on, i stand over her so arounsed that i cannot do anything but stare. I lower slowly again, and start to lick at her mound, my tongue seeking inside its folds, caressing, and the muffled moans come from her lips again, telling me that shes enjoying it as much as i am. I step forward again and start on the nipples, as she arches her back, pressing her breasts lightly into my mouth, i nip them gently, with my sharp teeth, and lower my back end, ready to meet her.

She arches her back again as she feels my manhood on her stomach, and i back slowly until i feel it pressing against her delicious folds. I position myself so she makes the first move, and wait for the thrust upwards.

I dont have long to wait, heaving upwards again with ecstacy, she finds my engorged head, and thrusts it inside herself, she cries out softly in her sleep as i break her hymen, but she carries on sleeping.

I thrust inside her, again and again, filling her up, my thrusts matching hers, her cries out filling the room.

I picture the scene from outside eyes, a wolf fucking a teenage girl and i feel a new burst of arousal pass over me, my balls contract as i feel the ever present orgasm surfacing. I feel her clenching me, pulling me in deeper, as she feels the same thing happening to her, my insides seem to be on fire, the thrusting intensifies, deeper, deeper, she cries out into the dark night, as i thrust inside her one more time, and explode, my seed filling her up, her juices meeting mine in a lovers embrace, as my back legs give way and i collapse on her.

Her eyes flutter open, and she reaches out her hand to my head, stroking my hair, she speaks softly.

"That was amazing Jason"

I look up to her suprised.

"But im a wo...." I say, looking towards the window, a new dawn rising above the trees.

"Your a what ?" she asks looking at me.

"I, uh, i was a virgin" i mutter quickly, hoping it was cover enough.

"Well you could have fooled me" She replied with a smile.

Then laying in eachothers arms we fell asleep, lovers, united in a world of sexual fantasys.

My Sexy Phantom Ch. 02

princess_airi on Supernatural Stories

It was a wonderful day in her world. Once again there was peace and a feeling of tranquility that warmed her all over. Days like these made her feel good about being alive, knowing that everything was right in the world. Like that tingly feeling you get after you bite into a particularly wonderful chocolate truffle.

"Well, Mandy, just pick one already." she said, laughing into her phone. Her cat Jangles was curled up on her lap, licking happily at her hand like it was some sort of tasty treat.

She was sitting in her over stuffed Lay-Z-Boy, the television on mute as she watched the home shopping network and talked to her best friend. Mandy had just gotten finished telling her about some cute guy who had asked her out for dinne
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r tonight. Her friend was so excited that she couldn't chose which color dress to wear, when normally it was Mandy instructing Alex on style.

"But I don't know which one looks best! I reeeally like this guy, Alex. Please, please, please, puh-lease help me!"

It was Mandy's luck that Alex couldn't think straight right now, either. What with Lucien picking on her every few seconds. She shivered at the feel of his fingers on the back of her knee, using a newspaper to swat at the area in front of her. Damn him for being a Phantom! She couldn't see him at all during the day.

"Okay, okay." Alex answered to the girl's begging, twirling the cord of the phone about her finger as she stuck her tongue out in the direction of Lucien. "Why don't you wear the red dress? Red is always pretty on you."

"But Alex!" her friend whined. "I don't want to look 'pretty'! I want to look gorgeous!"

"You will lo..." she had to bite her bottom lip so she didn't giggle, moving the phone away from her face as she squirmed in her chair. The guy was going after her feet again! Pulling her legs in, she sat on both feet and flung the newspaper at him again, mouthing for him to stop before going back to her friend. "You will look gorgeous, hon."

"How do you know that?"

A shiver ran down her spine at the tickle of fingers running along her jaw line. She sucked in a deep breath of air and scooted herself further into the chair before replying, leaving a disgruntled cat to prance off in offense of her bothering it. "You always look gorgeous, Mandy. It's what you do!"

A whimper escaped her lips as a mouth came over her ear, sucking and nibbling at it. It was very, very distracting. So distracting, in fact, that she hadn't heard what her friend had said.

"Alex? Alex, are you listening?"

She shook her head, her eyes half closed as the mouth moved lower to suck the skin beneath her ear lobe. "Yeah... Mandy, I'm listening."

Her friend seemed to hesitate before a mischievous voice took the place of nerves. "Whatcha doin'?"

Lips began moving down her arm as she blushed guiltily and coughed to cover up the sound of her voice. "Nothing."

"Oh, really?" Her friend paused as if to point out the lie. "Mmm... Okay, lovey. I'll be heading out soon. I'll call you later and tell you all the juicy details." There was a distinct sigh in her voice.

"Okay.... Remember to keep your phone on, and call the cops if things get weird." she said softly, her mind wondering to what he was doing with her hand. Whatever it was, it was definitely wonderful. She sighed in apreciation and mentally kicked herself for being so turned on.

"Don't worry, I will. Love you doll face." The dial tone sounded and she hung up the phone.

"Damn it, Lucien." she growled half heartedly, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the chair. "Must you do that while I'm trying to talk on the phone? It's distracting."

"You could always give in and let me do as I wish." a male voice whispered on the wind, fingers grabbing at the front of her shirt and tugging on it. "Come with me to the bathroom, sweetheart."

"Must I?" asked Alex, tilting her head and biting her lip. "It's so comfy here." Crossing her arms, she unfolded her legs and placed her feet on the coffee table. Maybe body language would convince him she wasn't going to move an inch.

She thought wrong.

An arm moved about the middle of her back and another was placed beneath her knees as she was scooped up from the chair in one swift movement. She squealed, writhing about as she found herself digging nails into something that was not there, at least not to the eye. "Put me down! Put me down." she said quickly, eyes wide as saucers. "You know it frightens me to feel like I'm floating, even if I'm not."

Laughter greeted her protects, a hand firmly grasping her waist as she 'floated' to the door of her bathroom. The door swung open to reveal her wonderfully huge bath tub, filled to the brink with pink fluffy bubbles. The room smelled like vanilla and lavender. She figured the vanilla was probably due to the candles burning brightly about the tub.

A moment later she was set lightly on her feet in front of the tub, her shirt being pulled gently up over her head to reveal a dainty pink lace bra. Next came her jeans, sliding to the floor to reveal matching g-string panties.

She couldn't stop the man, so why should she bother to try?

Blushing prettily, she looked up to search his face but remembered his phantom state. "It's not fair that I can't see you." she pouted, the straps of her bra sliding down her arms, unsnapping to fall at her feet.

"Sure it is." Amusement dripped from his voice as fingers slid over her chest to prod the delicate pink of her nipples.

She could feel her wetness dampening the inside of her very tiny panties. "You get to enjoy the touch of my hands all the better. Just think of it like.... a blindfold." He removed her panties before his mouth lowered down on her breast, lavishing attention on it as he proceeded to wrap her legs about him and carry her the rest of the way, until she were writhing in a sea of bubbles.

Gasping for breath as he finished his assault on her other breast, his mouth trailing down the planes and valleys of her abdomen, she arched against the feel of a sponge against her bottom. Slowly, torturously the sponge worked into the sensitive mounds of her cute ass, working its way down each thigh and back up against.

A tongue dipped itself low into the crease of her belly button, sending shiver upon delightful shiver up and down her spine. He worked his tongue in and out of it, every joy she experienced revealed on her beautiful face, every pleasure she felt sounded aloud with a moan. He worked the sponge down her long legs in slow circles, going carefully over the inside of her knees, her delicate ankles, and her toes. It spread soft soap on the flat of her stomach, circled her breasts, all over every inch until she felt like a piece of clay to mold to his will.

"How are you, dearest Alex?" Lucien whispered huskily into her ear before circling it with his tongue. His teeth began to pulse about the flesh at her ear lobe, setting the sponge aside before he circled her thighs with his hands and grabbed her ass to massage it deeply.

"Mmmm" Was her only response, her lashes creating half crescents on her cheeks, her breasts lifting and falling to each breath she took. She was so relaxed she could barely find the time to think. Her skin tingled and crawled with the need for release, yet she didn't want to move an inch.

She was slowly lifted from laying against the side of the tub, being moved so that her back faced her phantom lover, his hands wrapping about her waist as he slid her down his front. His feet linked about her ankles, his mouth whisper soft against the side of her neck, his voice as soothing as his gentle touch. "Relaxed, sweetheart?"

She didn't have time to respond as he finally found the perfect moment, taking the opportunity to plunge his hard erection into her tight ass before she had time to tense up. His grunt was followed by a moan of her own, fingers softly tickling the skin of her sides.

It was an extremely odd sensation, to be filled there. Her face was flaming red with embarrassment, even as she knew the action exceedingly turned her on.

He nuzzled the side of her neck, staying as still as he could inside of her as he allowed her to adjust to the new feeling. "Stay relaxed and it won't hurt." he murmured, moving a hand to grab her wrist, guiding her hand lower on her body until he shoved two of her fingers beneath the soft folds of her pussy.

She gasped at how slick she was and a moan escaped her lips as the pads of her fingers ran over the swollen skin of her labia. She wanted to move on his cock, but he held her lower body still in his strong hands, lips sucking at the beads of water on the back of her shoulder. It seemed a long time indeed that all he did was nibble at her skin, allowing her only to play with herself and nothing more.

He was so annoying sometimes, she concluded as she bit her lip.

Frustration coiled inside and out as she rubbed at the ache and struggled to move. No matter how she strummed her fingers against her erect little nub, she couldn't cum with him just sitting there. He could very much see the look on her face in his mind through the distinct whine in her voice. "Lucien" she cried, wiggling in his arms, her voice breathless. "Fuck me already!"

"Ah." He laughed against her ear, hands tightening about her waist. "Sweet little Alex wants me to fuck her in the ass?"

"Yes!" She moaned, grinding her hips down against him as hard as she could.

He groaned in response, his hands moving down her soft skin to grip at the cheeks of her ass as he moved himself inside of her. The pressure was enough to make him explode without any real effort on either of their part, but he gritted his teeth and held it in.

Alex slid her slippery fingers across the bubbly sheen above the water, grasping the side of the tub and gripping at it for leverage. Her breathing came in short, fast gasps as she kept the rhythm in which her phantom commanded, the feeling both hurting and feeling so, so good. It was the oddest kind of torture. Especially with the sensation of soft foam popping about her shoulders and swollen breasts, the water caressing her skin and the smells tickling her nose.

It was a total sensory experience, and she wanted more.

"Hold on." Grunted a male voice, the movement being stopped for the moment. The hands stopped stroking the cheeks of her ass and she moved her head to look behind her. There was nothing she could see moving, opting an empty bottle of shampoo she hadn't thrown away the other night, moving around in the air on its own and into the water.

"What's that for?" She asked Lucien curiously, moaning softly as his shaft shifted inside of her. Her eyelids drooped closed as she sucked in a breath, fingers running lightly up and down the folds of her pussy. One slowly slid in between, flicking against her clit, then two, her legs shaking and her voice catching on whimpers of pleasure as she rubbed against his hand.

The slick press of plastic moved against her thigh as he sunk the two fingers and his hard erection as deep as he could, sighing in a content purr of appreciation as he circled both naughty holes. "Since I don't have two cocks to fill both this," he jerked his hips, thrusting his cock in her ass and getting a cute moan in response from her "And this." He shoved his fingers deeper, curling them to prod at the skin of her g-spot.

"Ohhh. Yes." She arched her hips, her head rolling back as she rocked her hips. "That does sound like a reasonable use."

"Indeed." murmured Lucien, slowly inching his fingers out of her and trailing them to her other pleasure spot. He grasped the head of the bottle, prodding her front entrance with the smooth end as he slid it in, till she couldn't possibly take anymore. He heard her gasp and half choke on his name. "Does that feel better, kitten?"

"Nnnn huh" She could barely respond, her hands sliding off of where it had gripped the side of the tub as she limply leaned against his chest. Her soft, delicate hands slid down his arms to rest on top of each hand, guiding him to what she wanted. She showed him how to move his fingers, shoving them down onto her clit and pushing them in a criss-cross motion.

Once he had gotten the pattern down, she let go of his hands and dug her fingers into the flesh at his thighs. Her bottom lip was swollen red from where she bit down, her entire body shaking and bucking. Between the pleasure of being pumped in both holes, and the pressure of his fingers against her sensitive clitty, she was in ecstasy beyond belief.

She couldn't think worth a damn, and at the moment, who cared? The only reason she lived was to be used as a toy by this man and this man alone. The only passion in life being the pleasure he gave her. "Nnnn Nnnn Nnnn.... God.... Yes, yes!"

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked on a groan in her ear, leaving her taught little nub so that he could grab at her long hair, yanking her head to the side possessively.

"Mmmmm." Alex moaned, attempting to nod her head even though he had it immobilized. "Yes."

He moved his lips to the base of her throat, murmuring softly against her skin. "Almost ready to cum for me?"

She gasped, her body shaking and bucking uncontrollably as she tried to hold on to reality without giving up an ounce of heaven. She felt like she was going to be swallowed by a deep black hole and never see the light of day again. "Oh. Lucien. Yes! Please?"

"Who's... The... Best?" Lucien asked, one word being spoken after each thrust he made. His cock was ready to burst, but he wanted to play this sweet little game. At least for a moment or two.

"You are."

He grinned, pleased to no end that she'd said that. Even if he had known she wasn't about to say someone else. Who would at moments like these?

Okay. This must stop, Alex thought as she whimpered pathetically. She needed to cum. "Now!" she growled, grabbing the shampoo bottle from him and throwing it out of the tub before clinging to him so hard that he could only move his arms.

He wrapped them tight about her shapely figure, panting, his heart beating frantically. Burying his nose into the sweet curve of flesh between her neck and shoulder, he placed his lips about the skin and bit down. Not enough to bruise, but hard enough to pierce the skin.

She responded in a wave of exquisite tension. Her ears were throbbing from a scream she couldn't keep from slipping from her lips. Her face was flushed, her arms limp, her lower body shaking so bad that water was spilling out all sides of the tub. The pleasure was so white hot, that she forgot who she was.

A few moments later, or a lifetime, she found herself staring at the water, watching all the purple colored bubbles disappear like magic. She was contentedly snuggled in his arms, and didn't want him to let go.

"You never want it to end, do you?" Alex asked Lucien on a whisper, basking in the silent, awesome strength of his male body, even while his cock still filled her bottom.

"No, baby, but all good things must end." He licked at her soapy shoulder tenderly.

"Why, Lucien? Why must they end?"

He laid his cheek on her forehead and was silent for the longest moment, rocking with her in his arms. "Because," he said at last, kissing her on the nose. "If they never ended, we'd have nothing new to look forward to."

VAGABOND'S QUEST : Scene II : Mitwegs castle

Kythe Shard on Supernatural Stories

Time had passed, and yet, I was still in this cursed forest. It was beginning to get on my nerves, traveling alone, but that was going to change… This is the story of how I met my first companion, and about the town of Mitwegs. The trail twisted and turned ahead of me, leading down into a valley. The old, moss covered sign that hung from the dead oak tree siginified I was on the right trail for Mitwegs… only a few days now, and I would be there. I made camp near the sign; Night had lifted, and in these woods, it’s safer to stop in the day when nothing is awake. At least, that’s what the stories say. I pitched my small sleeping bag in a grove of oaks, probably as old as the one with the sign. Their bark was all but gone, and the wood had begun rotting. I opened up
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my canteen, which I filled in a brook a few miles behind me now. The water was, of course, very… raw. But, these woods were nearly untouched by mankind anyway, so it was still clean, crisp and clear. I mixed this with various different things from my pack, making my own version of the Bard’s Stew. Bard’s Stew is about the same as Hobo’s Soup, except people of the profession tend to eat a little better. This got me to thinking about my past. My God, I could be sitting in a temple right now worshiping Sol or Lunae… instead, I decided to leave, and learned the trade of the thief. I can fast talk a troll out of it’s club, and had gotten good enough at picking locks and pockets that I could pull the purse off a prince… If he wasn’t looking that is. Then, another drastic change, and I began to learn the art of song and rhyme… but don’t let that fool you, those skills still enhanced my image as a thief, and now added ‘Wandering Gypsy’ to my list of stereotypes. I realized I was in a daydream, and rubbed my eyes with my hands softly. It was about noon, and the light was near blinding for someone waking up. My stew was boiling, the rock I was resting on was warm, and the Goblinoid chatter from beyond my grove was echoing in my ear… I jumped to my feet, scrambling for my weapon, and finally pulling it free from my gear. The halberd that I always own has served me well since… well, childhood, and I doubted it would fail me now… if there were only a few goblins. I snuck forward, and peered through the tight grove of trees. To their credit, they weren’t the ugliest Orcs I have everseen… but then, that still isn’t saying that much. There were two of them, and they seemed to be arguing over something at their feet. Whatever it was, I couldn’t see: a small patch of ferns blocked my view. I tried to move noiselessly forward… but they had very keen hearing. One of them stopped, his large, unwashed ears at attention, then he looked straight at me, screamed something in a mix of Goblinoid and Common, and rushed for me. He reached behind his back, and drew the largest Orc Double Axe I have ever seen. The other one was a little confused, but took the best of the situation. He bent over, picked up some deep gray bundle, and began running in the opposite direction. I was frozen in place by fear as he rushed, but managed to snap out of it at the last second and moved. I dove to the left on my toes and with a spin so the axe head of my Halberd came around. It clanged uselessly off of the Orc’s armor, and he turned to me, smiling a big, stupid, toothless grin. He swung again, and I felt the blade cut through my thin padding… How could I have forgotten to at least don my armor? He swung again, a large, arching over head swing, with the other head of his axe, and I simply stepped forward, and with the spear end of my Halberd, cut that stupid grin off of his face. He fell, screaming random obscenities in Goblinoid and bleeding heavily, to the ground. I could tell he wasn’t going to live, so I left him, and went to find his companion. I didn’t have far to travel. I just made it through the other end of the clearing when I saw him… or what was left of him. He was diced to pieces, he blood covering rocks and trees, and especially the various twigs and sticks and small stone lying around… like a sudden tornado picked up all the things around him, and cut him to bits, and at his feet was the bundle. It moved slightly, and I finally saw its shape. It was roughly humanoid, but I couldn’t tell to well. All I could see were grey gloves, clutching a long, dark wood staff, and two gray boots. Its face was hidden by the hood of the cloak, but still seemed supernaturally dark… even with direct sunlight. The cloak was cut in many places, and seemed to have a little blood on it… I shook it’s shoulders (At least, what I thought were shoulders…) gently. “Hey… Hey! Are you alright?” I asked, still gently shaking. It moved some more, and from deep within the darkness of her hood, eyes opened. They were like none I have ever seen before. My own eye’s are Emerald, with a touch of blue… these were pure gold. At least, the irises were. Otherwise, they were normal eyes. They seemed a little dazed… then focused on me. With a scream that was purely feminine, it pushed me off of itself, and held up the staff. I watched with amazement as the tip glowed with a bluish haze, then turned into a spear tip. She was about to throw this into my chest when she collapsed again, this time screaming with pain. I understood how she felt, the cut on my chest was beginning to burn… I traced a finger along it, and felt a sticky substance. I looked at my hand, ad felt my face drain of blood. The finger was black with ooze. Poison! Those Orcs are getting more and more cunning with each day… I stood up, shakily at first, and staggered over to the girl in the grey cloak. She seemed to have either passed out, or be trying to force the pain out of her body. It didn’t matter to me, I picked her up, along with her staff, and carried her, almost falling several times, back to my camp. I decided that we couldn’t move by at least the next morning. The poison was beginning to wear off on me, and I could walk and think clearly, but the girl seemed to be injured deeply. And thus, I prepared to spend my first night in the woods awake, guarding my camp against whatever demons or daemons there were in these woods, fictional or no… * A few yards off, the Dryad looked on as the man stood up, weapon in hand. He had been good to her, so she was going to be good to him. She closed her eyes, concentrating hard, and felt her consciousness drift away with the trees, to find if anything vicious was around them… There are several beast in these woods, driven mad by it’s powers, who grow to enormous size, and tended to attack everyone in these woods… She stopped, and looked right at the camp. Something was not right in that direction… there was… nay, there WERE almost none of those left in these parts of the world… at least, not that Kylara the Dryad of the Pond could remember. They had their own agendas, and left the rest of the world alone… She had to keep watch over it, make sure it didn’t do anything too rash… * I stood alone, a sentry in the darkness. I couldn’t see beyond the grove of trees, thanks to the fire, and if anything was actually out there, I wouldn’t know about them until the stepped inside… There! A brief scuttle, the sound of stone on stone… what could that be? I searched my knowledge, racking my brains for whatever that creature could be… But I didn’t need to look long, as it stepped forward into the light. Stories relate these beasts, the Umber Hulks, to early bugs that were transformed by wizards in days long gone… it was large, with multiple eyes and broad claws. It clacked at me noisily then took another, echoing step forward. My back was to the fire, and behind me was the girl in the cloak… I had to fight, here and now, against a creature that, if it got a hold on me, would easily snap me in two. I swung my Halberd in a broad arc, slashing down on the creature’s arms. There was a sharp cracking noise as the carapace on its claw was shattered, and I silently thanked Yaegern, the Hunter, for that fortuitous shot. Seconds later, I wished I hadn’t been so cocky, and it used it’s good claw to smash me back against the rock. It hurt more then the poison or the cut, but I wasn’t out yet. It began to charge at me, perhaps to finish me off, but I reacted swiftly. I braced the Halberd on the rock, and pointed the spear at its chest. It couldn’t stop in time, and I dove out of the way as the spear went straight through it, and it fell limp. I had rolled onto the grass, and watched as its blood dripped to the ground. I stepped foreword to retrieve my weapon, when the thought struck me. Certainly that would not have killed it? They were… That line of thought was cut off when it’s massive claw swung at me. It was only playing dead! I dived backwards, feeling the tips of it’s claw cut my skin. It stood, and pulled my halberd free from itself, and threw it into the woods. It took another step foreword, raising its claw to pound me into the ground, when it stopped. It’s claw held in midair, and I could just see the reason why: Vines that jung from the trees had caught it and ensnared it. Now was my chance! I dove for the fireplace, grapping a burning stick, and while it was still struggling with the vine, I jabbed at it’s wound. It screamed loudly, lowering its head to bite me, which was what I was waiting for. I jabbed it swiftly in it’s eyes. There was a puff of black smoke, and the smell of burning flesh and the sound of popping eyes made me sick. It shivered once: The stick had apparently been pointed, and jabbed all the way to it’s tiny brain. It fell, almost straight downwards, its claw still upraised, and let loose a long, slow death rattle. I breathed heavily of relief, but my breath was caught off guard. “Who are you?” A feminine voice said from behind, and as I turned, I saw that the girl had awoken. She was holding her staff, and it was once again a spear. “You might want to put that away missy, I don’t want to hurt you.” I said calmly, and walked towards my halberd. Suddenly, I tripped! I coughed twice, having taken a face full of dirt, and looked down. The grass and dirt had apparently grown into one massive piece that caught my foot in place! “Who are you?” She said, insistently. Gods, if she can do that… “Fine, fine, lass, I’ll tell you. I am Kythe, a wandering Bard. Now, if I may Enquirer who you are?” I asked, trying to use my best manners. They seemed to be enough, and she slowly lowered the staff. “My name is… Anze.” She said slowly, like she was trying to remember. “What am I doing in this clearing?” She asked, so I told her of the Orcs and what had happened, and what I was doing there. By the end of this story, she put away her staff, and I felt the ground loosening. “In that case, you may take me to this ‘Mitwegs’ castle.” She said, standing up. “Er, no, we can’t.” I said, and in a flash the spear-staff was in her hands. I held mine up. “I mean, we can’t right now! These woods are dangerous in the dark!” I said, hoping she wouldn’t just spear me right then: I had had a long night, and was pretty wiped out. She sat back down. “Fine. We will go when we can.” And with that, my foot was free. I will not fill this story now with pointless paragraphs. We slept on opposite sides of the fire, looking away from each other. Well, perhaps there is one detail. In the middle of the night she began to cry in her sleep, saying “Momma… Poppa…” but I assume this was just homesickness, brought on by being in these accursed forest. Day broke again, and for the first day I had spent in this forest, I would be traveling by light: We would get there before dusk, if we weren’t way laid. I had to carry my pack of course, but she didn’t seem to have anything with her greater then the staff, so it was an effort to keep a good pace going. We talked along the way, about where we were going in life, interesting stories from our past, and the like, and that helped ease the sore shoulders and aching back. Sure enough, by dusk we arrived to the keep of Mitwegs. Mitwegs was, in some sense, a completely worthless town. It rests on a cliff overshadowing a valley that leads to the heartlands. A long time ago, this was a fort against Lucitain’s armies. The guards, however, brought their families, and as the war died out, it became a town. The castle is in disrepair, but it is the most remarkable stop from the inner towns and the border. The main gate was open, and we entered unchallenged. Inside the walls of the fort, was a smithy, a stable, and of course the main keep, which had large, iron and wood doors. They swung with a lot of noise, and we were met with a priestess of Sol. She smiled and greeted us warmly. “Will you be staying for dinner?” She asked, and we both nodded. “Well, it isn’t ready yet, but if the cooks are feeling kind, they may give you a quick loaf of bread. The tavern is on your left, dining hall on the right.” And she left us to it. Anze immediately went to find the wash rooms; she was covered in dirt and cuts, and desperately needed a good scrubbing. I, however, left for the tavern. These kinds of places are natural havens for Bards, and I wanted to hear what they had to say. I learned a few things, the Capital was in an uproar over the recent rash of smuggled goods, people were looking foreword to festivals, and the like. I told my own story, changing a few details, of course, of the dryad and me, leaving them to imagine the more adult bits. One man thought my story was brilliant, he was young and starry-eyed, a novice adventurer no doubt, who probably would leave the next day to see if he could find the dryad. Another man, however, pointed out with disgust how crude my story was, but the other bar members who listened in scoffed him, each trying to hide their visible ‘approval’. I left this crew to go to the kitchens. Inside were at least ten men and women, working hard to produce a meal for a castle. In old days, they would have made beef and bread, but in these lazy times, they put more effort into it. One of them saw me, and without a word needed, threw me a large, round loaf of bread. It was Ogrewheat, I could tell just by the smell of it. Ogrewheat is to wheat what Ogres are to men. They are much larger, producing much more grain, but are very bland, sometimes with a bad taste. Most chefs add spices to their loaves to make them edible, but with such grain, it is possible to feed the masses with little cost. I took a bite out of my loaf, and found to my delight that it was honey coated. I took it back to the tavern, and listened to more stories as I finished the bread. Eventually, a large iron triangle was sounded, calling everyone to dinner. Anze had returned by this point, her gray robes cleaned of the caked mud, but thanks to the supernatural darkness around her face, it was hard to tell if she got clean at all. The meal was splendid: Roasted pig, set on spits along the tables, bread, some freasher fruit brought in from the farmlands around here, and a large glass pitcher for every four clay cups, full of clear spring water. In these areas, where wheat grows rampant and wild. Mead and the like could be bought for almost a copper piece a jug, but clean water was a little harder to come about. I ate until I was full, the cuts and scrapes of last night’s battles long forgotten. I stood, excused myself from the lively conversation, and went for a walk. Just down the hall from the Dining room was a small spiral staircase, and it led up and up, with a few windows to let in light, to the castle battlements. The battlements surrounded the square roof of the keep, and off to one side a stand of unstrung bows stood ready, waiting for the archers should the need ever arise. Sol had painted the sky a vivid dark purple and black, with crimson and gold edging around the rim. The air had a soft breeze about it, one that would not reach below the canopy of the forest, which brought the scent of wood smoke and flowers. It was warm, the rock making up the castle still heated from the days sun. Ru Lunae herself hangs high in the air, though she hides behind some clouds. I stood still and listened to the wind rustle the leaves, the sound of birds and, off in the distant, the cry of some animal towards Lunae. It was so serene… until a muffled moan broke it. It was close by. I had nearly bumped into the woman without seeing her. She had on the garb of the town’s guard, an iron chest-plate with paudlions and gloves, a iron spear in her left hand. But, her right hand is what caught me off guard: Her belt was loosened from around the iron leggings, and even from my position I could tell her hand was deep in her own pants, moving furiously. I caught her scent, the copper and ozone smell of sweat on iron, and the sweet smell of her love juices, which coated her hands. She whimpered again, tossing her head back a little, her black hair cascading behind her. It was now or never, one part of me thought, and while the rest of me tried to figure out what that part meant, my body took action. In one swift move, I reached around her, my right hand catching on the iron that covered her breast, my left swiftly sneaking down her pants. She nearly screamed out, both in surprise and alarm, at my touch. But, the Gods smiled upon me, and she did not. Instead, she looked at me deeply, staring into my eyes… and I knew what was happening. She needed someone, anyone, to love. I was trying to stop myself. This was wrong, and what if she decided to draw a weapon on me? Even in these day’s, a woman could defend herself, a few even if outnumbered. I watched her eyes, and understanding drew across my face. I nodded slowly, as my hands began their deeds. Her own hands reached over her head, holding onto mine lightly, as she moaned softly again. My left hand flicked over her sopping wet clit, and she shuddered. My right searched and found a way under the armor, and felt her hot tingling flesh there, rubbing and kneading her nipple and tit. She began to rock under my arms, rubbing her leather-covered ass over my crotch. She was strong, even for a town guard, and several times she nearly broke free of the grasp in sheer writhing ecstasy as I fondled her sex and gently kissed the back of her neck. She turned on her heels, hands on the back of my head, pulling me foreword and down for a kiss. She was slightly smaller then I, so I had to stoop to continue fingering her sweet pussy. Of course, this put me in the perfect position to loosen her armor (With a little help from her) and begin fondling her breast with more room to work with. We were both so lost in the lovely feeling that if another person came up the stairs, I suppose we’d either kill him or make a threesome. Kiss after kiss, caress after caress, and she reached down, guiding my fingers deeper in her snatch. I slowly pushed into her, but she obviously didn’t want it slow. She hopped a little in the air, and taking in a deep breath, fell down with all her weight, forcing herself almost past my knuckles. I kissed her again, my tongue slipping inside her mouth forcefully, exploring, and finding her own tongue ready to do battle. She eventually knelt before me, and with deft hands removed my leather belt (I had taken off my armor earlier.) and dropping my pants, revealing my rock hard member. She eyed it up for a second, before licking it gently, taking in it’s taste, She smiled, and with the deftness of a master, she took it almost all in, gagging a little as it reached the back of her throat. She waited, collecting saliva in her mouth for lubricant, before drawing back slowly, pulling my foreskin back with her and over the head before releasing it. It was my turn to moan in pleasure, she certainly knew what she was doing. She repeated this four times, by the third I was reeling and the fourth I was ready to explode. After, she pulled herself off of me with a small pop and an impish grin, washing my balls with long, lavishing licks before she stood up, removing her leggings. They clanged to the floor nosily, and she was left standing there in a pair of leather thongs and her loosened chest plate, which she kept on. My hands flew back to attention for her, my right deftly slipping past her damp thong, finding her hole once again and continuing. Surprised, she pushed it aside, and took a step foreword, kissing me on the bottom lip, spreading her thighs just enough to wrap her legs around me. I needed no more encouragement, and using my arms to support her, she hopped up, suspended by our arms and her legs, just above my saliva-coated penis. I looked her in the eyes one last time questioningly, and she nodded, biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath. I took this sign of encouragement, and began to let her slip. No sooner did she touch my cock-head, then she started her hips moving, both of us moaning. I let her go a little faster, and felt my length pierce inside of her. She screamed, but I cut this short with a kiss, which she returned almost animalistically. I locked my lips with hers, and with each breath I took in through my nose, I shared, filling her lungs with my warm air. It took a few moments for her to reach the base of my member, and by then she was sucking the air out of me in ragged gasps. I broke our kiss for a second, licking both of her lips, before bucking a little, giving her everything I had to give. She moaned again, and I continued our life-kiss with passion. I lifted her off of me slowly, gently, as her hips began to thrust, trying to go for my member again. I let her have it, and as she was nearly fully off, I let her go. She slipped a second before ramming herself onto me, the thought of screaming long behind her, as she used her own power to finish us both off. The world around me went fuzzy and white, and as I met each of her thrust with a buck, I knew I was coming dangerously close to climaxing first, a very ungentlemanly gesture. And so, I backed off a little, letting her impale herself, while I tried to keep from going. I must have done a fairly well job, because moments later she began to cry out again, not true screams, but of ecstasy. I felt my crotch get soaked, with little trails running down my legs. Her eyes opened wide, and she blushed with embarrassment. I smiled, kissed her cheek, and sat down on the rock floor. She was a little perplexed as to what I was doing, until I started pressing into her. She moaned again, this time her own hand wrapping over her mouth. She had come first, and now it was time for me. I bucked my hips, bouncing almost off the floor sometimes, pushing myself deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around my head, and pressed her head into my chest to keep from making more noise. With each thrust, I was met with a gasp for air. My balls boiled, the pressure rising inside of me, as I thrust once more… twice more…. On the third buck, it became my turn to moan as I slipped out of her sweet cunt with a wet noise, stood up from under her swiftly, and sprayed myself over her chest armor, a little splattering up on her face. I collapsed beside her, both of our chest heaving in unison. After a few minutes of silence, she removed her chest plate, and licked it clean, giving me as much of a show as she can. Then, to my surprise, she moved her head between my legs, cleaning me all up down there. This was enough to get me hard again, and she smiled as her fist closed around my aroused member, pumping with slow, firm strokes. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. She did not mind, and I began to lick her out, tasting her sweet juices for the first time. Her clit was engorged, and she moaned and shuddered every time I tapped it with my tongue. She closed her lips around my cock-head, and began her earlier activity, taking it all in, wetting it down and pulling it back over my head, but upside down. I licked my way deeper and deeper until my face was buried inside her, her damp pussy walls clinging to my tongue. We both came with each other this time, her a bit more readily showable with her juices, my member throbbing, nothing but precum to give. After she cleaned up my crotch this time, she worked on my face, licking and kissing delicately. Suddenly, we both became aware of the world outside our loving. A bell was ringing, and lights in houses went off one by one; it was curfew hour, and she turned to me, saying in a husky voice, which I heard for the first time. “You’d better get back to your room, sir, I don’t want to get some handcuffs or a dungeon involved.”

Changes

dghust on Supernatural Stories

How I would describe my life now, wonderful I would say. I don’t miss of anything, money, power, popularity and women. I got everything that a man would dream of. That’s right, if I want something, it’s given to me right now, even today, people who knew from before ask me how did it all happen, what is the secret to my transformation, I simply tell them “I just be myself”, it leaves my friends confused and sometimes, I think that they don’t even deserve hanging out with me….Why would I say that, simply, before all this fun, I was the donkey of the group, the one you would never want to be like, and I’m not kidding either. Why, maybe it’s best if I tell u

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how I went from loser to idol.

 

I never had a girlfriend before, I was too shy even to speak up to a girl, many women teased me because of this, easily getting things from me, only by smiling or putting their hand on me for a second. Only this would make me happy, like finally a girl interested in me enough, but back to reality, I was just being used but I kept on saying to myself that this girl isn’t like the others, they all seem so nice at first…a shame I was wrong all this time. As for my friends, I knew they weren’t really my friends but since I was so good in electronics and I got sick gadgets from my parents, they would hang out with me but I was always left behind when women showed up, probably because I would make them look so bad. This, everyone, goes on for a few years, and I did get sued to it, especially at school, where I would be the computer room during lunch, fixing up computers or helping other with their project on computer. I was gifted for electronics and I thought that was the only gift I ever that, man was I wrong.

 

It all changed at an exhibition at a museum with the classroom with the sex educator, being in grade 10, it is said that it’s around that time for teenager to be having sex a lot, and well that wasn’t my case. Already on the way there, my friend started teasing me a bit about me never getting laid and I could find something there that would actually help in my case, I just smile, pretending I didn’t need that kind of stuff, and as usual I’m thinking the opposite. The teasing becomes almost unbearable when it’s the entire classroom that looks at me, some pointing also at the statue, commenting on how men in statue get it on a lot more often. At this moment, I felt like killing myself, hating for myself for being such loser.

 

Finally, we all get a break, and I start looking around the monuments, wondering what was their secrets, to me, it seems I knew there was something being all this, and for some reason I felt like something was calling me. I come across an artifact, really old, and that we were allowed to touch, some men are standing besides it, security I presume and I read the description: ONCE BELONG TO A GREAT MAN, IT SAID THAT HE GAVE TOTAL POWER OVER EVERYTHING. I found it kind of funny that something like a small ball with a red jewel would grant some guy anything he desires. When I touch it, I feel like something like a hand touch mine and I put down the artifact down really fast and look around me. Man is it embarrassing with everyone looking at me freaking out for no reason at all, and I just walk away really fast, in a corner and look at my still trembling, and now I’m hearing voice and when I look at the painting, the woman holding vase comes to life, she smiles back at me and ask me my name, I tell her my name and she says she is pleased to make my acquaintance. I ask her what she is, she giggles and answers that she’s a spirit and she was imprisoned in that orb for a while now by a cruel man who used her powers for his own goals. I smile thinking that history was change again and ask her what is she going to do now, she thinks for a few seconds and comes out of the painting, walks through people without any problem, like she is a ghost and in front of me, she puts her hand on my chest and moves her head closer, only to whisper to my ear that I’m much more special then I think and kisses me on lips surprised, I close my eyes and when I open my eyes, she had disappeared.

 

I wonder what she meant by special, maybe being a loser, and I get mad that even spirits make fun of me. When I pass by a woman, a pack of images appears in front of me, and it keeps going on until the guys find me, and I try to keep it cool, wondering if what is going is real. I could feel women’s emotions, hear their thoughts, and see what they were thinking. For me it was too much to be real and it starts again when a few girls come by also to meet up with us. As usual, one of these bitches had to say something funny about them, but this time, as she speaks, it seems like things looked clearer as I do a come back, saying that her thong shows up really nicely when bends over to pick up her book a bit before. Man did she turn red, so red, she couldn’t say anything back at me. I cross my arms as a sign of satisfied victory, people are looking at me, not believing I just this, and one of my friends asks me if I’m alright, I simply nod and start walking away, saying that I’m going to check on something, and sensing something coming out from another girl, I whisper to her ear to come to see me if she’s looking for a fuck friend, she freezes, probably wondering how I knew about this.

 

I walk and start listening on the hot girls’ thoughts, getting things more interesting, realizing that girls aren’t at all what they pretend to me. I felt like everything is going to get better for me from now on and stops in my tracks when I come across an interesting case, a older woman, where a black skirt going below her knees, a beige shirt with the top opened that let show her tits a bit, wears glasses, brown hair in a ponytail and walks with high heels. She can’t stop complaining that men don’t seem to check her out and she would go crazy if she didn’t get laid any time soon, it’s been a few months since she didn’t get anything, not since her divorce with her ex-husband, and she is starting to think about going back to him, not wanting to be left alone. Right now, she’s besides a painting of man, bowing down his hat to a woman, and I decide to try her out, feeling confident I will get something out of her. I act like I’m interested in the painting and start asking her questions about it, she seems to know her stuff, and its time now to get going.

 

I ask her what she thought about men being so rough towards women these days, unlike in this painting, she is surprised by my comment and she is thinking that I must be player trying to show off. I look at her and smile, she answers that it could be true, and I stop her with asking her if her boyfriend does it to her. She blushes and says she is single. I say then that I’m sorry for the guy for leaving her like this; a beauty like her will soon find a man. Her thoughts start to change, as she thinks I’m now a nice guy and it’s really a shame that I’m too young for her. I read her mind a bit more and continue my discussion with her telling many girls at my school don’t even realize how lucky they are to have so many men looking after them, just like in this painting. I look back at her and she’s looking away from me, and she’s thinking about the times she had with her ex, whishing another man would taker her in his arms. I ask her if she’s alright, she looks at me, blushing a lot, and I let her know that her cheeks are all red. She’s looking away from me, embarrassed and wondering why she is feeling that way, especially for a young boy like me, I could feel her interest in me grow by the seconds that passes by. I walk to her and move head closer to her and she turns her head, her face is really close to mind and asks me what I’m doing, I reply that I just wanted to know if she was alright, I feel hesitation in her mind. I then ask her if she wanted to meet for coffee, she couldn’t believe I would ask her out, she looks down, not knowing what to do. I take her hand and kiss it gently, I can feel she is lost in her thought, not able to do decide on what to do, I let go a little laugh and make the remark that I just did the same thing as in the painting. She giggles a bit and starts to feel more relaxed as she accepts to meet me again, writes down her number and her hours of work, letting me know she’s available as soon as she is done with her shift here. What follows is a kiss on the lips, something that surprises her and doesn’t fight it, in her mind, it felt like heavens, been so long since a guy would kiss her like I do. I let go of her, to think of it, it’s my first kiss too, I tell her it’s my first kiss I had with a woman as beautiful as her. She tells me she can’t wait for my call and I walk away from her, waving back at her at one point, walking around, thinking about what happened with the a little grin on my face, and join in the with class, which is about to leave the building. The same girl I talked back before, looks at me when I’m not looking, and turns her head the other way when I look at her, I know she likes to play these cat and mouse games, so I decide to keep an eye on her for the time being. In the bus, people are talking about what happened with the girl, and she gets teased a bit for behind talked back by a loser, I lay back on my seat and enjoying going in girls’ mind to find some dirty secrets they hide deep inside their minds.

 

Back at school, there is still another hour before students can leave the school, which is not a problem, only because I have something to do, I take my school bag and get going This has to do with two female students, who leave the big crowd, in direction of the empty classrooms upstairs, where they are supposed to meet with teachers. See, they both have a dirty secret: they aren’t geniuses, like it would show in grades, but rather desperate girls that are ready to do about anything to get perfect grades, simply because of their parents putting so much pressure on them. I keep a relative long distance between me and them and am discrete so they don’t see me following them. They stop in front of the classroom and the door opens, I hear 4 men’s voices coming form the room, and with luck, I take out my camera from my bag that I had with me, put my bag down, and get really close to the door. I read the girls’ minds and when I realized they are getting fucked by the teachers, I verify that my flash is off and peek in the room, making sure I have good shots and start taking pictures. One is enjoying this, feeling like she is in heaven, but not her friend, on the contrary, she’s asking god to forgive her for what she does for doing this, but she doesn’t seem to find another solution in getting good grades and she knows she can’t escape this situation she put herself into. From what I could get out of them, it’s been going on for 2 years now, from one teacher to now four of them. When I see I got enough, even thought they are still at it, I check the pictures I got and smile, they were perfect and I would be sure to blackmail them tonight. I put my camera back in my bag and walk away quietly with a huge smile on my face.

 

I go straight to my next target, a woman that has always looked at me down with contempt, the school president. Yes, I felt like with this power of mind that I just discovered, it was time for me to get in gear and show these bitches it never pays to piss me off for so long. I know that she is the office right now, working with other students, and actually I’m supposed to bring her 2 laptops fixed. I take them out of my locker and walk with them to the office, I knock at the door, and a man opens up the door and says I can come in. Inside, he closes the behind me and I go install the laptops back and reinstall all the software they need to work with, only a better for me to keep an eye on her the chief and wait for her to start using her vibrator. Coincidently, I finish up when she takes out her toy discreetly from her bag and slides it under her short skirt, now I know why she only wears these. I walk to her desk and tell her I’m done with the laptop, she looks away from me, not wanting to show she’s blushing right now, and when I ask her what is that smell, she freeze, her vibrator making her wet already and asks me what I’m talking about and when I move around her desk, getting closer to her, she gets even more scared that I may find out her secret and asks me to move back. When I read her thoughts, she wouldn’t be to hold back after a while, so I just stand there and ask her if there is anything else she needs help with, she simply shakes her head, unable to speak up anymore and lets out a moan. She knows I heard it and keep on looking down on her desk, I whisper to her that I know that she’s has a vibrator on and it would fun to let others know about her secret. She begs me not to and is ready to do whatever it takes so I won’t tell anyone; I nod and say that I will contact her later when I will need a favor from her. As we are speaking, she doesn’t see me pull out my camera and taking pictures under her desk, proof her affair, she only realizes what I’ve done when I show her the pictures I’ve taken, showing the toy inside her cunt. She starts to freak out because people may want to see them by the way I showing off the camera around. I put the camera back in my pocket and walk away, with a smile on my face; she was asking herself too how I found out that she was doing this.

 

As I’m walking down to hallway, I’m thinking about all the chaos I can cause here and all the women I could have to myself. Thinking about how my friends would be begging me in the future to help them to get any woman just made me feel like a real man. Time is finally up when I plan my next move, this time it wouldn’t be with a girl from my school, but I wanted to play more with that woman from the museum and as I dial her number, my friend surprises me from behind, I got time to hide the paper and close my cell. I act cool and ask him what did he want from and he says that he needs me to do something for him back home, he wanted to get access to some other girl’s cam without her noticing and he knows he can count on me to help him out. I shake my head and tell him I don’t feel like it, he smiles promising he will present me to this hot chick, Briana that had a crush on for so long now. I shake my head saying I’m over her and I had other plans for tonight, which would be working early on the project. He laughs a bit at me, saying I should try to be less serious and have more fun, like he does. I walk away, smiling back at him, thinking I’m going to get the last laugh.

 

 open my phone and dial the woman’s number, she picks up at third tone and jokes saying that she was wondering if I was going to call her, I ask her if she wants to go out tonight, she answers yes the next second and asks me where are going to go, the movies I say. We plan the time and decide she would pick me up at home since she has the car. I hang up because I know I’m going to busy before this….time for vengeance had started and leave school, going straight for home.

Sarah And The Clods - Chapter One

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SARAH AND THE CLODS

Inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. Well, what else do you expect when you get four attractive young couples together and lubricate them well with adult beverages? Chances are that the subjects of religion and politics will give way to sex. Surprisingly, it was Sarah who steered the conversation away from national politics, and she did it by asking us all a brutally simple question.

But let me back up a little. My name is Keith. I'm 30 years old and married to a beautiful woman named Judy. Life has been pretty good to us. We own a small media company, and some winning investments have set us up on lower easy street. Our core circle of close friends consists of five other middle class couples in their late 20's. Their

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professions range from a professional race driver to a history professor. Our little group was formed when four of us guys met in college. We all hung out at a local motor sports bar called "The Pit Stop" and we became inseparable during our years on campus. We called ourselves "The Clods."

Over the years since our college days, all of us married - some more than once after messy divorces. We naturally inducted our wives into the group and eventually two other couples joined our ranks. Although we all lived in different parts of the country, we made it a tradition to gather together once a year for a week of fun, food and frivolity. This year it was at my place in central Massachusetts.

Three of the five couples had arrived early that afternoon. The other two were flying into Bradley the next day. After getting the visitors unpacked and settled into their quarters, the eight of us that were present had been sitting around all evening drinking, catching up on the past year's events and engaging in spirited conversation about a variety of subjects. We were gathered in the family room; sitting on free-form sectionals pulled together this way and that to form a rough circle. Candles and mini lights provided the illumination in the room – soft and flattering. Cool jazz was playing softly in the background.

Sarah was the newest member of the group and the youngest at 21. She was John's wife of just eighteen months. John raced sports cars for a living, and was one of the messy divorce guys. Some years after he split from his first wife, he met Sarah during a three-week stint in the hospital, the result of a nasty crash at Road America. Sarah was one of the day shift candy stripers at the time and she took an instant liking to John. She was tall - nearly six feet tall - with a slim body and long, straight auburn hair. She had huge green eyes and full lips - the kinds of lips guys call DSL's, so naturally John took an instant liking right back at her. The crash had left him pretty busted up and although he was more upset about his broken Porsche than his broken body, the fact that he'd missed three races near the end of the season really left him in a sour mood. But Sarah would have none of that. Her bright personality, her sense of humor and her innocence brought him quickly out of his funk. Six months later they were married in the presence of the Clods. This was Sarah’s second Gathering.

She had been somewhat reserved all evening and at around ten o'clock she stood up. "I'm going to take a shower and get into something more comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes"

"That's a great idea," I said. "There're showers in the two other bathrooms and one in the pool house. Why don't we all take a break and freshen up. I explained to everyone that there were fresh towels and terrycloth robes in the closets in the bathrooms.

A half hour later we were back clad in the bathrobes and various other casual attire. Jesse was the last to join us, dressed in a set of sweats. Conspicuously, he took a seat to Sarah’s right while his wife, Gloria, was sitting to Sarah’s left. The rest of us settled down around freshly made drinks. The conversation turned to politics.

That's when Sarah popped the question. During a lull in the conversation she asked, "Why didn’t you guys include me in the fun last year?"

Gloria looked quizzically at Sarah. "What do you mean?"

"Okay, first I want to tell you that John filled me in on what went on last year." said Sarah.

"We were hoping he would," said Gloria

She took a gulp of her drink. "Last year was my first Gathering. When I met all of you guys, I was just so happy that John had such a great circle of friends and that he wanted me included in the group." I wanted so much to be a part of it and to be included and to be considered a permanent part of the Clods." She placed her hand on Jesse’s thigh. "Last year, Jesse especially made me feel welcome. He took the time to fill me in on The Clod’s history and dish out some funny and very personal stories about you guys."

Laughing, Gary said, "Thanks Jesse!"

Sarah smiled and unconsciously started stroking Jesse’s thigh with her fingertips.

"Well he left a lot out." She pointed to John. "And he didn’t tell me the whole truth about The Gathering until a month ago."

John looked a little sheepish. "I just didn’t have the balls to tell you. I’m sorry honey. I didn’t realize it would bother you that much."

Well to tell you the truth, at first I didn’t notice anything," continued Sarah, "but as the week wore on, I caught some of you disappearing for an hour or two in groups. I didn’t pay much attention at first, but when it kept happening each day, it finally dawned on me that you were all hiding something. I had no idea what was going on, but it became obvious to me that I was not going to be included. John was no help. When I asked him what was happening, he made some lame excuses.

Gloria leaned over and kissed Sarah on the cheek. "We tried to be discreet, but we weren’t discreet enough. I’m really very sorry."

Sarah continued, "Then came Friday night and everybody but John left early in the evening. I asked him what was going on, but he just said that he told you all that he wanted to take me out to dinner that night so you all just decided to go to the movies. But then on Saturday I paid close attention and when again you disappeared in groups, I asked John what was going on. He made some excuse about flea markets and gyms. I didn’t believe it for a second." Sarah looked around at all of our faces and said, "If you remember, John and I had to leave two days early so that he could help get his car prepared for an endurance race at Watkins Glen. I remember our goodbyes. Everyone seemed generally sorry that we were leaving with two days left to go in The Gathering. But I just couldn’t help but wonder why John and I weren’t included in the activities – whatever they were. It bothered me all year and I’ve thought about it a lot. I figured it had to be either drugs or sex."

I was sitting across from Sarah and I watched her hand slowly stroking Jesse’s thigh and almost imperceptibly inching its way higher toward the outline of Jesse’s balls. Gloria didn’t seem to notice, but I figured since she was sitting to Sarah’s left, she couldn’t see what was going on.

Sarah paused for a second or two. "Why the secrecy? Why didn’t you just tell me?"

"That was John’s idea," said Gloria. "He didn’t know how you’d react being a newlywed and all. You’d only been married for six months.

John said, "I mean how do you tell your new bride that you want to fuck five other beautiful women for a week?"

Gloria continued, "He was afraid that if he told you before the Gathering, you wouldn’t attend, and that you’d be afraid that if he came to the Gathering by himself, you’d simply assume he’d be joining in the fun without you. He decided to sit out the fun last year and tell you what was going on before this year’s Gathering. When we saw that you were here this year, we just assumed that John had explained everything. We were all very happy to see you get off the plane this afternoon, especially Jesse. You smote him last year and he kept begging John to tell you what was going on. He was in agony last year looking at you but not being able to touch."

Sarah turned to Jesse. "Thank you Jesse. You made me feel the most welcome last year." She slid her hand up and put her palm on Jesse’s thickening hard-on and started stroking his balls with her fingertips. Jesse let out a low moan and started rubbing Sarah’s back. "I’ll make it up to you this year," Sarah said. "One thing you all should know though. I was a virgin when I married John. He’s the only guy I’ve ever been with."

"Oh you poor thing!" Jesse blurted it out without thinking. Laughter erupted from the crowd.

"She was the last of the teenage virgins and I got her," John said with a chuckle.

Sarah smiled. "So tell me, what am I in for this week?"


(Continued)

Making a Slave Part 1

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Kristin sat on her bed waiting for him to call her soft green eyes starring at the clock on the wall. He was late again tonight and she had grown slightly worried. "Fifteen minutes late. He told me he was calling when he logged off". She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was very attractive with her long black hair and tight frame. She stood 5' 9 and weighed 147lbs. Her breasts were nice and large size 38D. The only problem with the way she looked was every guy looked at her as a piece of meat. They only saw the blonde hair and gorgeous body. All until she had met Stephen. He was the on

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ly guy to ever say he loved her and he had never even seen her. Maybe that’s why she loved him, because he couldn't see her so he must love her for some other reason. She had met him online one night. She was searching different rooms on Yahoo and happened to catch his sn dark_souled_beast2000 there was something that drew her to him. Something that made her want to know him. They talked a good hour the night they met and she had already fallen for him. They had been together now for three months. Their relationship evolved into more than just talking. They had done every type of role play imaginable, things she would never have been comfortable doing with out his guidance, they had phone sex at least once nightly and she loved every second of it. There was something about his voice, when he told her she had pleased him she would feel safe and loved. It had been three months now and every night was better and more exciting than the last. He said he had a surprise for her tonight; maybe that’s why she was so anxious. His surprises were always things edgy and uncomfortable but there was a piece of her deep down that wanted them. She sat there with her leg shaking and waiting. He was twenty minutes late when the phone finally rang. She knew better than to yell at him cause he would make it up to her another way.

"You’re late. Hope you have a good excuse" Her hand slipped into the waistband of her shorts. She knew that he would want this.

"I need no excuse. I will do as I please and you will like it." There was such strength in his voice she couldn't be mad at him even if she wanted. She knew just by the way he said things she was going to be his slave tonight. She was hoping to role play something else but being his slave wasn't bad. "I understand. I'm sorry master" was all she managed to whisper as her hand slid deeper. "You want to please your master don't you slave.....You want your master to take you away and make you all his?" The way he said things made her tingle. The things she would do to him if she ever had the chance. She would be his slave if he would come and get her and she would love every minute in his arms. "Of course I do master. I promise I would do anything to please you if you were here." She let out a soft whimper as her finger reached her clit. "Then take your hand from your pants and go to the front door. I sent you a present."

He knew her to well. She slid her hand away and stood up walking down the hall. She walked slowly by her parents room. She knew she would get yelled at if she got caught. Sure she was twenty four years old but she had moved back in with her parents after some hard times and they were quite strict. She finally made it to the door and stood there nervous. He would do this from time to time. Make some poor delivery guy drop off a package at . She opened the door and saw nothing. Stepping out nervously she looked around. She couldn't see anything so she sighed. "There is nothing here sweetie." She turned to head back in and a hand grabbed her shoulder. Slightly startled she let out a small squeak. She turned to look at the person who grabbed her and smiled. "You bastard. You should have told me you were coming" She wrapped her arms around him. He was exactly the way he looked in the painting she had gotten. He was 6'1 and had a tall thin frame. He had a slightly pale completion but she knew that was because he spent all his time inside. She looked into his gray eyes for the first time ever and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her and she felt safe with him. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "You promised you would come away with me and do whatever I asked." He took her hand and began to walk towards a long black limo which she had just noticed. "Did I? Well I was just playing. Come on lets go inside and we can go somewhere later." Stephen turned and let go of her hand. "I am getting in this car. It’s up to you whether or not you do." He moved slowly to the limo door and stood there. "But if you do come I promise you a night you will never forget and that you will be mine forever” Without another word he slid into the car. The door closed and he sat there waiting. He counted to ten before he instructed the driver to start the car and leave. As the engine roared she finally made up her mind. This was the man she had fantasized about for three months straight. It would be her biggest mistake in life to turn him down. She ran to the car and quickly opened the door getting in. A smile danced upon his lips as he pulled her onto his lap. “Don’t worry Kristin. I promise you made the right choice.” She nodded slowly and sat there motionless. She could feel his hard cock beneath her and she loved every second of it. It had been ages since she had felt a dick and she didn’t want this to go away. She slipped from his lap and turned to face him. She knelt before him as her trembling hands lowered his zipper. As she pulled it all the way down, he grabbed her hands. “Who said you could play with that?” *he thrust her back* “If you want to play with something.” He slid his dick from his pants and smiled* “Play with yourself.”  

She was shocked to see he hadn’t been lying all this time. It really was 8 inches. As his hand sat there stroking it she felt warmth between her legs. Did he really want her to play with herself right here and now? They had just officially met for the first time and he didn’t want to fuck her. She was unsure as she stared at him, but that all changed rather quickly. The warmth between her legs had become harder and harder to ignore as she looked at him. She bit her bottom lip as her fingers slid gently into her shorts. She gently teased at her panties. How could she be this wet already? Her index and middle finger rubbed slowly along her panties and were instantly moist. She had never felt like this before, but she wanted to feel like this much more often. With a soft moan she rubbed her panties into herself. All she wanted was to please him. All she needed was for him to want her as she wanted him. Her fingers nudged her panties aside as she wiggled her shorts down. She wanted him to see her in hopes it would make her want him more. She raised a finger to her mouth tasting her own juices. He loved when she did that for him. His eyes widened as she sucked her finger clean. Her fingers returned to her pussy and teased at her clit. He moaned louder and she could feel herself close to cumming. It shouldn’t be like this she told herself over and over. I should be this close yet. Her breath became shallow as he stared at him. “Please Stephen fuck me.” She moaned with desperation in her eyes. “Please just fuck me” His laughter filled the limo as he shakes his head. “No… You haven’t earned that right yet.” She let out a gasp as she couldn’t take it anymore. Moving swiftly she attempted to mount him. He grasped her throat easily and shoved her down. “Finish for me…. Then maybe I will fuck you” She quickly spread her legs and pulled off her shirt. Her right hand teased her clit as her left massaged her nipples. Moaning she could feel herself beginning to cum. Her pussy clenched at her fingers pulling them deeper as she held back her sweet juices.  “Please Stephen cum on me” she blurted out. She needed to feel it. She needed to know he was enjoying all this. That was all he could take. He moaned as he began to cum on her. His breath swallowed as warm sticky cum sprayed on her face and breasts. She moaned loudly as she felt herself release. His warm cum now running down her chest as her body convulsed. She leaned back collapsing upon the floor as her pussy stopped and she sighed. Her hands were soaked as well as the carpet. The entire limo reeked of sex. He smiled as he pulled up his pants and patted his lap. “That’s a good girl. Come sit with me.”     End of Part one.