Recreating Halloween

Content advisory: m/f/m sex, anal intercourse

“Tonight will be so fun. I can’t wait to see all the children dressed up.” Lily wrapped each cookie separately, adding a small homemade card. She’d spent the last two weeks making enough for all the children aboard the S.S. Constellation.

“I don’t know about this idea of yours, Flower.” Jak’s forehead furrowed as he shook his head.

Surprise halted her motions as she studied her mate. “Why do you say that?”

“Remember what happened when you tried to recreate that Independence Day holiday? You nearly took out a whole section of Star Flight Academy.”

Trying to recreate Earthen traditions from old texts had turned out to be harder than she’d thought. There hadn’t been a formula for the fireworks she’d seen in the documentary during Cultural Earthen Anthropology class, so she’d had to improvise. It had worked fine until the finale when the last rocket had misfired – straight into administrative offices of the Star Flight instructors.

“Yes, well, it’s true that I didn’t get the formula for the fireworks right—”

“What if something goes wrong on board tonight? It’s a much smaller area.”

Lily rolled her eyes and she tried to fight back a grin. This side of Jak was cute, even if unnecessary. “The kids are dressing up in costumes and people are giving out goodies. That’s it. I’m surprised. Usually Qwin is the worrier.”

Jak’s twin, and Lily’s other heartmate, strode through the door as though the mention of his name summoned him.

He kissed Lily and grabbed a cookie before plopping down beside his brother. “What’s Jak worrying about?”

“He’s afraid I’m going to destroy the ship.”

“I didn’t say that. But every since we found New Earth, you’ve gone a little overboard on all things Earthen.”

Lily placed the bagged cookies into a large bowl and set it near the door. “Hmph. I wonder if you’ll say that later tonight.”

“Why?”

A buzz sounded through their quarters.

“The children have started arriving. Please hand out these treats while I change.”

With a swish of her ponytail, Lily went into their sleeping quarters to prepare for tonight. She’d change her men’s minds about Earthen holidays. From now on, they’ll beg to help her. A naughty smile tugged at her lips as she thought of all the ways she’d convince them.

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“She’s been in there a long time. I hope she’s not angry with me.” Jak hadn’t meant to hurt Lily’s feelings. He knew that she wanted to connect with her roots, and since the discovery of part of the planet Earth, she’d spent every spare minute poring over every bit of information she could find.

Qwin leaned back on the couch and put his arms along the back, totally at ease. “Serves you right if she is. Glad I didn’t say anything about her holiday.”

That had been nagging him since Lily mentioned it. Qwin was the worrier, almost costing them their mate with his concerns. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I knew the details. Not too much can go wrong handing goodies out to kids.”

Jak smacked the back of his brother’s head. “You could’ve told me before I made an ass out of myself.”

“But it’s so much fun to watch you flounder.” Qwin laughed.

“Sometimes you’re such a—” Jak’s breath hung in his throat as Lily appeared behind Qwin.

Qwin turned to see behind him. “What’s wro— Whoa.”

Lily strode forward on shoes with tall, thin heels. “What do you think of my costume, boys?”

Jak started at her feet in those strange, but sexy shoes. Some sort of thin material covered her legs and stopped mid-thigh where buckles attached to what looked like ribbon journeyed upwards underneath her short black skirt.

That skirt barely covered her and poofed out so that each movement she made threatened to give him a peek at the treasure beneath. A small white overskirt tied around her waist. A tight top accentuated her lovely breasts, showing the little pebbles reaching toward them, proof that Lily enjoyed the perusal as much as he did.

By the time he made it up to her lovely face, his erection threatened to burst through his pants. When she licked her moist lips, Qwin’s groan echoed his own.

“What…what kind of costume is that?” Qwin’s raspy question echoed Jak’s own thoughts, though he’d be damned if he could manage to get a single word out.

Lily twirled and the skirt played peek-a-boo with some contraption of ribbons underneath. Holy Mother of Moyan, she must be trying to kill them.

“It’s called a French Maid. Apparently it was quite popular on Earth. I’ve spent the last month making it. You like?”

Qwin jumped up and cupped her neck, pulling her forward into a hungry kiss. Shaken from his stupor and not to be left out, Jak stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He loved it when the three of them came together and tonight would be no exception.

As his brother pulled away, Jak turned her head and claimed her lips. The taste of vanilla and the essence of Lily herself exploded on his tongue as he delved deep.

“Let’s take this to our sleeping quarters.” Qwin’s voice brought him back to the present.

With a nod, he grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her toward their room. Qwin crowded behind her and shut the door. She’d been busy. Soft light glowed around the room and black silk sheets adorned their bed.

Qwin pulled the white ties at her back and the small overskirt fell away. “As lovely as you look in this costume, it’s time to get rid of it.”

While his brother helped their mate out of her clothes, Jak disrobed and sat down on the bed to watch the show. Lily’s black dress fell to the floor and he lost his breath all over again.

“What is this?” His fingers traced the ribbons holding up her leg coverings up to her waist to a belt-like thing that was way more sexy than any belt he’d ever seen.

“It’s called a garter belt. It holds up these stockings.” Lily ran her hands down her legs. “It was considered very sexy back then.”

“I consider it very sexy right now.” Jak pressed his lips to her stomach just above the garter belt.

Finally free of his own clothes, Qwin joined them again. His hands cupped Lily’s breasts and Jak could tell when his brother found the cutouts on the bra because Qwin stilled his movements. Then his fingers zeroed in on her nipples and he rolled them, causing Lily to lean back into him with a soft moan.

Jak delved between her legs, enjoying the lack of underwear. Moisture slicked his fingers as he slipped them between the folds of her sex.  He pushed inside, her sheath pulsing around him. Thrusting slowly, Jak watched Lily’s eyes slide closed as her hips matched the rhythm he set.

As Qwin plucked at her pearled tips, Jak thumbed her clit. While he alternated between flicking and rubbing the sensitive nub, he palmed his dick and stroked slowly. Lily’s hips picked up speed and her chest heaved as she panted. She was getting close.

After a quick look at his brother, Jak pulled his fingers free. Qwin stopped his own ministrations and unhooked Lily’s bra and tugged it down her arms. Her head came up and her eyes popped open.

“What—”

“Ssh. Come here, Flower.” Jak guided her to straddle him as he lay back on the bed.

She leaned forward and claimed a hungry kiss. As their tongues glided against each other’s, he palmed her hips and positioned her over his hard cock.

Breaking away, Lily guided his rod to her wet pussy and impaled herself with a groan. As she sat there unmoving, Qwin pushed her forward onto Jak’s chest. He knew that Qwin was preparing Lily to accept him and felt her move as his brother entered her ass.

With a gasp, she closed her eyes and moved back into Qwin. As he pulled out, Jak thrust up and they set a slow and steady rhythm.

Lily’s cunt squeezed his dick and he could feel Qwin through the thin membrane separating them. This connection between the three of them had been there from the beginning and only got stronger with each shared intimacy. Jak reached up and pulled her breast toward his mouth. A cry broke from her as he sucked her nipple before switching to the other one.

Qwin pushed harder and prompted Jak to increase their speed. As they pumped into their lovely mate, Jak could feel her muscles clamp around his cock. Pleasure settled low on his spine and Jak fought to hold back his own orgasm as Lily neared her climax.

As electricity zinged along his nerves and began to spiral outward, Jak found her clit with his thumb and rubbed. With a sob, the tension inside her broke and Lily’s body arched forward, her sheath milking his erection until he exploded inside her.

His head pounded and sensations that reminded him of those renegade fireworks detonated inside him as he held himself deep within Lily’s depths. A moment later, Qwin stopped moving as well.

Lily slumped forward onto his chest as his brother slowly pulled out of her dark rosette. Sweat matted strands of her hair to her forehead and a small smile played across her lips. Qwin flopped beside them on the bed and Jak rolled to the side, placing their heartmate exactly where she belonged – between them.

As his heart rate returned to normal, Jak almost missed Lily’s whisper. “See, there’s something to be said for reviving old traditions.”

With a snort, he agreed. “And making new ones.”

Please return on November 9th for the next Rendezvous.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~
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Copyright © 2010 Scarlett Jameson

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Halloween Special - Cemetery Blues

Content advisory: m/f sex.

Nicholas stalked over his grave and reined in the urge to kick the tombstone. After eighty-five years of being stuck in Connerton Cemetery the solitude was starting to wear on him. When the only excitement was a burial and then the watch to see if the new resident would remain at rest or arise to join the trapped residents in the cemetery, it made for a dull existence.

There were very few of the latter and none of them ever spoke to him no matter how many times he tried to engage them in conversation.

For the first twenty or so years of his imprisonment, he’d thought that he might be in hell and this was some kind of punishment as he’d hated solitude when he was a living resident of New Orleans.

He turned from his grave and stalked over to the fence. Outside the iron bars, life went on and times changed. But not for him. Connerton was his prison and nothing changed except the view of the outside.

Dried leaves crunched.

He turned his head and spied Riley, a nasty tempered vampire who sought refuge in a decaying mausoleum when his woman got on his case about something. Apparently, she got on his case a lot.

Riley was far from a friend, but at least Nicholas wasn’t alone when the old vampire was around. Riley had been hiding from his woman for as long as Nicholas had been trapped in the cemetery. Over the years, he’d developed an odd fondness for the old blood thief.

He sighed with boredom.

If only he could get beyond the cemetery gates. After years of trying, he’d all but given up. An invisible force kept him and the other restless spirits confined close to their graves.

He turned away from the deserted street and headed back through the grounds. A young woman had been buried early in the day. Perhaps she would awaken.

Something rustled under a low shrub.

Anything out of the ordinary was a pleasant diversion. He bent down for a better look and stared into a pair of bright yellow eyes.

Nicholas brightened. “Hey there, little guy, come on out and let me get a look at you.”

A black cat sauntered from the bushes and looked up at him.

“You’re a pretty little fella.” Nicholas extended a hand to stroke the black coat.

The cat swatted at him. “Hands off. I’m not a fella. I’m all woman.”

Nicholas leapt back.

The cat’s form grew and morphed. Its fur vanished, its feline shape altered until it became human.

“Holy hell. If I wasn’t already dead, you would have given me a heart attack,” he said. His gaze traveled every inch of her, taking in her curves and long legs in a bold stare.

Laughter that sounded like tinkling bells bubbled out of her. “I thought you were bored and wanted out of here.” She brushed long black hair away from a sculpted face.

“Well, yeah...”

Strutting forward, lithe and sexy in a blood-red dress that clung to her generous curves like a second skin, she closed the distance between them. Her tongue darted out, stroking along her full bottom lip.

Jesus, had he possessed a functioning body, he would be sporting a raging hard-on. Not that his imagination wasn’t conjuring the memory of what it felt like.

An inviting smile curled her lips. She stepped closer and her large breasts brushed against his chest.

His phantom hard-on jerked. “You’re killing me.”

She laughed again. “No. You’re already dead.”

“Okay then, you’re torturing me.”

“Doesn’t have to be torture.” She reached up and touched her breast in a slow teasing motion.

A groan tumbled out of him.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on one lovely globe. “Like that?”

Cupping the full orb, he stroked the hard nipple. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes while thrusting her chest forward. “That’s it, love, feel them.”

His other hand joined in.

She moaned and his strokes became bolder, firmer.

“Yeah, baby. That’s what I like.” She leaned forward slightly and traced her fingers down his chest, over his flat stomach, to the waistband of his pants. Deftly, she undid the buttons and then her fingers were delving inside.

Her hand closed on his cock and he jumped. “Whoa, what the hell? What’s happening?”

“I can free you from this place,” she said.”And I can give you back a real body.”

“What? How?” And why? Why would she want to do anything for him? Other than Riley, no one would even talk to him.

“I’m not like them.”

“You read my mind?”

“Yes. I’m much, much older than you, my sweet. I can do many things. Age has its privileges.”

“What are you?”

“I’m just a traveler in time. Like you. Except you can’t travel till we get you past that fence.”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, and many other things.” She stroked his cock. Shock ran though him at the realization that his body had become solid. When had that happened? “You did this,” he said in wonder.

“My gift to you.”

“Why?”

Slow-stroking his length, she said, “Because I wanted to.”

She gripped him harder, her stroke became firmer.

He moaned and then his hand joined hers, showing her exactly what he liked.

Still holding his dick, she maneuvered him backward until they reached the mausoleum. Then she guided him toward the door.

“No. Riley’s in there.”

“He will leave. No need to worry about him.”

“I wasn’t worried, but he had first claim on it.”

“He’ll be glad to let you use it for a little while.”

She eased him through the doorway.

Riley sprang to his feet, his gaze locked on the woman. His lip lifted off his fangs, and he hissed but he made no aggressive move.

“Leave us,” she said.

To Nicholas’ amazement, Riley skirted around them, never looking away from the woman. He slipped through the door and the sound of crunching leaves attested to his retreat.

“See, I told you the old one wouldn’t be a problem.”

“He acted like he was afraid of you.” Nothing scared Riley. That alone was enough to raise the hair on Nicholas’ arms.

“I’m older than him. I’m his elder, much stronger than him, and he knows it.”

Nicholas fully understood the pecking order of the dead as he was at the very bottom. No one except the living feared a simple ghost.

“Aw sweetie,” she said and stroked his cheek. “If you want to scare people, you have to work at it.”

“But I don’t really want to scare—”

“Shh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

He licked her finger.

She pulled her hand away and reached behind his neck, drawing him up until they were pressed together. His cock shoved against her lower belly and she ground against him.

A moan tore out of him. It had been so long since he’d had a woman in his arms. So long since he’d been inside a woman. Oh shit, he wouldn’t be able to last three minutes. He was halfway to losing it just from the motion of her hand.

“Don’t worry, love. It’ll be okay. You’ll see.” She let go of his dick and shoved his pants and underclothing down his legs in one shove.

He jutted his hips forward, displaying himself to her. He didn’t remember his cock being that large but it must have been. He reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking as she had done.

“Come, love, show me what you’ve got.” With a graceful sweep of her arm, she hiked her long scarlet dress up to her waist, baring pale skin beneath the silk.

He gaped, unable to rip his gaze from her nest of curls. His hand snaked out and delved into the soft hair. She spread her legs, and his fingers traveled the short distance until he touched moist flesh. Moaning, she rubbed herself on his hand.

He stroked her slick folds and then his index finger sought out her center and eased inside where he pumped his finger forcefully.

With surprising strength, she caught his wrist, stopping his motion. Then she released him. Still holding up her dress, she turned, presenting a firm, shapely ass that nearly glowed in the pale moonlight. She leaned on an elevated stone slab, supporting herself on her forearms. Spreading her legs, she looked over her shoulder. “Well, love, what are you waiting for?”

His cock jerked as though it had a mind of its own. He fitted himself up against her back and shoved his dick between her legs. Pumping his hips, he rubbed himself in her wet folds.

He hadn’t been condemned to Hell after all because he’d found Heaven. Bending forward a little, he licked between her shoulder blades in a long slow sweep. Her skin tasted honey sweet. He licked again as his hips thrust his cock along her slick flesh.

Her scent, like wild roses, filled his senses and carried him back to a time when he’d been warm and alive.

So long since he’d done this, his thirtieth birthday had been the last time. That had been the night he was murdered. Killed by the man whose wife he’d been screwing.

“Oh my dear Lord,” he said as his cock slipped back and forth.

She pushed her ass back against him and wiggled.

Sucking in his breath, he grasped himself. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access. With a groan, he pressed his engorged head to her opening and drove forward in one hard thrust, burying himself in the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever felt. Then he pulled back, partially withdrawing from her squeezing grip.

Moaning, she clenched and relaxed her muscles rhythmically.

“Oh, God,” he said and thrust back into her as deep and hard as he could.

“Harder,” she hissed.

Grunting, he drove with everything he had, pushing into wet heaven. Her walls tightened even more and he nearly cried out in pleasure.

“Aah,” she moaned and elevated her ass further.

Reaching around, he grasped a firm breast in each hand as he pumped frantically. His balls tightened. Oh shit. He was going to lose it, and she showed no sign of nearing release. He had to give her an orgasm. Failure wasn’t an option. Not after she’d given him his first pleasure in more years than he wanted to count. He pumped harder.

“Stop. Now!”

“What?” He faltered then stopped, but his cock remained lodged in her pussy.

“Position change,” she said. “I want to look in your eyes when I come.”

“Oh,” he slipped from her and backed off. His cock, glistening in the moonlight from her slick pussy, jerked as if seeking her heat.

“Where...” There weren’t exactly a lot of places to get comfortable.

She climbed up on the rock slab and spread her legs wide.

He didn’t need an invitation though he expected the hard surface to hurt his knees when he mounted her, but when he maneuvered into position, there was no pain. He sighed in contentment and moved up over her.

Cock in hand, he rubbed the head along her slit, then slipped inside her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she murmured and slid her arms around him, drawing him down to her. He drove home, and staring into lovely golden eyes, he began thrusting.

His lower back tingled. “Shit,” he said.

“Don’t come yet, babe.”

He went harder.”Can’t help it.”

She hissed, then wrapped her arms around his back and with surprising strength, hauled them over so he lay on the bottom. A smile curved her red lips. “Then let me take charge for a while.”

Before he could respond, she rose up then slid down on his shaft. His prick disappeared inside her slick pussy. Then she lifted again. His cock was wet and shiny. He groaned and arched his back, wanting to feel her clenching walls again.

She laughed. “What’s the matter, lover?”

“You’re torturing me.”

Hanging suspended over him, she said, “Want me to put you out of your misery?”

“Please, please.”

She thrust downward, impaling herself on him. He grasped her hips and then she pumped vigorously, riding him hard. She flung her head back, grunting. Her breasts bobbed above him as his cock stabbed deep inside her with each downward slide. The hot, musky scent of sex permeated the air.

Oh shit. He was going to lose it.

As if sensing his impending release, she went harder, faster, pleasuring herself on him. Then she stiffened and head back, she let out a howl.

A second later, his own orgasm tore through him and he spurted hot and hard. She collapsed forward and lay over him, panting. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

She kissed him gently and extricated herself from his arms. “Time to go, lover,” she whispered.

“What do you mean? You’re not leaving already?” He didn’t want her to go. He wanted her to stay with him. How could he give up the slice of heaven she had just given him?

“Yes. I have to go now.”

“Please, don’t.”

“Come with me.”

Disappointment so deep it hurt physically twisted in his chest. “I can’t. I’ve tried to leave from the day I awakened. I can’t pass through the fence. There’s some kind of barrier. I can’t see it but it’s there.”

She smiled as if looking at a child. “Of course you can leave. The barrier is of no consequence if you just hold my hand. I can lead you right through it.”

“Impossible,” he whispered. “I’ve tried so many times. It can’t be done.”

“Nothing is impossible for me. Now come, get dressed and let’s go.”

He stood and pulled on his ancient, tattered clothing. Suddenly ashamed at his shabby appearance, he glanced out the open doorway with dismay. How could he leave looking like that? His clothes were so old they were literally rotting on his body.

“Don’t worry. I can get you new clothing. It is but a simple thing.” She held out her hand and he grasped it. If she could get him beyond the gate he’d be a fool to stay.

“How can you get me out of here?” he asked.

She smiled and it was like warm honey pouring over him.

“All you have to do is go willingly and let me lead you. Nothing to it.”

How could it be that easy? She tugged at his hand but he balked.

“Not afraid of leaving, are you?” She laughed and released his hand. “You don’t have to go. You can stay here for eternity if that is your wish.”

“No! Wait.” He had to go with her.

She reached for him again and he took her warm hand.

“You’ll never have to come back here.” She smiled and tugged gently. “Come with me.”

She led him toward the fence. “Don’t be afraid, and don’t let go of my hand. We’ll just walk through the bars.”

“I can’t. I’ve tried.”

“Not with me, you haven’t.” She tugged again and he allowed her to lead him forward. They crossed the cemetery quickly, weaving between trees and monuments. At the fence, she didn’t hesitate and to his delight, they walked through the iron bars as though they weren’t there at all.

He cleared the barrier.

What the hell?

Nothing looked right. The street was gone. There were no buildings. No cars. No people that he could see. But people were there. He heard them. Wails and moans floated on hot air. A putrid stench sickened him. A black rat the size of a small dog rushed at him, its huge teeth gleaming. It snapped at him but kept going.

He turned to the woman, she dropped his hand and her lips curved in a wide smile. Then she shimmered and morphed.

He screamed and leapt back.

No longer a woman, a monster stood before him. It was now a male...something...with red eyes and a mouthful of huge teeth in a wolf’s snout. A long scale-covered tail whipped around its goat-like legs and huge bat wings flapped lazily from its back.

It grinned. “You should have stayed where you were safe. But you came willingly and now you’re mine.”

“What are you talking about? What...what are you? Where am I?” It came out a dry croak.

“My realm.” It grinned again.

“Welcome to hell.”

*****

Nickie will be returning on November 1 with the third installment of Shades of Crimson, an ongoing serial.

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Copyright © 2010 Nickie Asher

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X by Alice Gaines

My dearest Richard,

I hardly know how to express myself to you. The events of this afternoon are so foreign to my experience that I can hardly credit they ever happened. And yet, the taste of you still lingers on my lips. Sweetness that I never thought to savor in this life. My senses tell me what my mind still tries to deny.

We did wander down that wooded path together, you with your hands behind your back, mine clenched at my sides. Neither of us daring to touch the other, no matter how innocently, for fear of losing control. Neither of us realizing the other felt exactly the same. If it hadn’t been for that stone, I might sit here now, thinking myself an overheated female who’d imagined you had any interest in me.

But that stone did trip me. I’d been looking straight ahead of me, enjoying your presence next to me and blessing whatever Heaven had granted us a few moments away from intruding eyes and all the rules the world imposes on intercourse between men and women. A quiet rebellion arose inside me - that a woman of my station could slip her tether in the presence of such a handsome man. Just that wicked freedom made my breath come fast and uncertain in my chest. I never noticed something so insignificant as a rock in the middle of the path. When I stepped on it, my ankle turned beneath me, tossing me against you. Of course, you caught me. Of course, you held me until the danger of falling had passed. Of course, you made the right inquiries, and I answered. Yes, I was fine. No, I hadn’t injured myself. Yes, I could stand on my own.

Then, I glanced up at you. You hadn’t release me, but even if you had, the expression on your face would have held me, frozen, in place. I’d never seen such raw hunger reflected in a man’s eyes. It reached from inside you deep into me. May I tell you, dearest Richard, that until that moment I never realized that women had the same animal nature as men? In that instant, I knew that I’d never refuse you anything, not if you demanded that I submit to you on my hands and knees like a beast and allow you to cover me as a stallion does a mare. I would have done it, then and there, on no more than a command from you. Half of me wants to thank you for not uttering the words. The other half regrets not having offered on my own accord. In that intersection of time and space, I wanted you that much.

Without a word asking for permission, you kissed me. You must have read the need in my expression as I had in yours. Or perhaps, you wanted me as badly as I did you and would have brooked no resistance. Yes, I rather think I prefer that explanation. In either case, your mouth found mine in a caress that changed my world in a heartbeat. I could only cling to you and take everything your kiss offered and return it to you with my own heat added.

I blush as I write this now, but I feel we must speak frankly to each other, my dearest. The unique passion we share demands honestly. As you know, I’m no stranger to the marriage bed and what goes on between men and women. Until your touch, I never experienced such a rush of excitement. My flesh thrummed with it, especially in the secret place between my legs. Thank heaven Lord Clairfield’s gardener is such a loud and clumsy brute and made his impending presence known before he could find us in each other’s arms, or he might have witnessed me placing your hand beneath my skirts and up my thigh so that I could show you without words just how aroused I’d become.

Oh, my. I am blushing now, but my cheeks warm with more than embarrassment. Do write back and assure me that I didn’t misunderstand your feelings and that you desire me as much as I do you.

Affectionately,

X

*

Darling X,

How I wish I could write your beloved name at the top of this letter. How I wish I could shout it at the top of my lungs. I realize, though, that your position requires the strictest care lest your reputation come to harm. I’ll have to content myself with the quiet knowledge that you return the passion I feel for you.

Those kisses! How they inflamed me! Even as I sit here remembering the feel of your mouth under mine, the way your body yielded softly against me, Priapus thickens in my pants. The poor fellow doesn’t understand why he can’t take his satisfaction inside you. He has no sense of society and its restrictions. He cares nothing for the secrecy we must maintain. He can only swell and harden as though you were here now and could give him the satisfaction he so desperately needs.

That gardener. How I curse him and bless him. Curse him for parting us so cruelly. Bless him for saving us from almost certain discovery. If he hadn’t come along, I would have taken you without regard for the danger. In another moment, my body would have given me no choice. On a well-trod path like that, someone of more note was likely to come along at any moment. We’ll meet again under better circumstances and with a much superior result.

Shall I tell you what I plan when we finally have the time and privacy to follow our hearts’ and our bodies’ desire?

I imagine us in some fanciful place - the sort of setting lusty men and women have always used to good effect when the opportunity arose. A hayloft, perhaps. We’ll have wandered off separately from a boring luncheon with the agreement to meet in the host’s barn. I’ll be filled with sweet dread, hoping you’ll appear and terrified that you won’t. When you finally arrive, I’ll follow you up the ladder, enjoying the view of your dainty ankles and calves and imagining the shape of your derriere and the beauty of the treasure between your thighs.

There, my darling. No more than the thought of you has caused my rod to stiffen so my pants can hardly contain it. I’ll undo my trousers now and take it out so that I can stroke it as I write more details of our imaginary tryst. I’ll picture your fingers opening this letter and imagine them on my aching flesh. Yes, just so. But, back to our story…

You’ll come to my arms immediately, and I’ll undress you, kissing your skin as it’s revealed to my gaze. Your shoulder - as soft as powder. Your perfumed breasts. Such love I’ll lavish on them until the peaks are stiff and moist from my mouth. I’ll slide my palm downward to your belly, hinting at my ultimate destination.

Once I have you naked, I’ll lower us onto a soft bed of hay. Your hair will come loose, and I’ll spread it against the straw. Then I’ll kiss you into a state of near oblivion and assure myself that you’ll allow me every pleasure of your body. Finally, I’ll seek out that sweet haven that my member so craves. (And how it craves you now. I can scarcely continue.) Your sex, your puss, your precious, precious cunny. The lips will part for me, and I’ll capture your cries of delight with my mouth as I find the hottest place there and rub. I’ll ease a finger inside you, too, and feel your nectar spilling onto my hand.

By now, lust will have rendered us both nearly senseless, so it will seem completely natural that you should tear at my clothing in a desperate attempt to rid me of restraints so that I can plunder your body. I’ll help you, of course, until you reach the front of my pants. The first pressure of your hand on my cock will nearly end me on the spot, and I’ll have to pause to regain some semblance of control.



You asked for honesty, my darling, and so now I’ll tell you with all candor that I can’t continue this letter. My strokes against my rod have grown so urgent that someone witnessing them might think I’m trying to strangle Priapus. I’ve pushed myself too far and must seek relief, if only from my own hand. I’ll imagine your wetness around me as I rush toward climax.

Write back soon!

R

Copyright Alice Gaines

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Halloween Special -- Incubus

Content advisory: m/f sex and female masturbation.

The moment I saw the house I fell in love.

Standing in its impressive driveway, my hold tightened on my husband’s hand. My breath, suddenly shallow and hard to catch. My heart racing.

Looming over us like some giant tombstone, the house was both imposing and formidable. With a heavy double fronted door, and ancient tall, sash windows; it was probably a surveyor’s nightmare. Yet there was something about it – an attraction that was instantaneous. The house had wanted me.

My husband hadn’t understood it, but everyone knows that ninety percent of house buying is done by the woman, and after all, he was away all week with work. It was me who would be spending all my time here.

Within six weeks the house became mine.

How was I to know that it wasn’t the house that wanted me, but something inside the house..?

I knew from the beginning that I wasn’t alone. The moment I opened the front door, a breeze breathed through the building, lifting the net curtains in such a way it was as though they were whispering my name.

My husband had to leave that night, full of apologises about not being able to stay longer to help us settle in. But I wanted him to leave. I wanted to be alone in the house. It never occurred to me to be frightened.

In the evening, standing at the stove, cooking dinner, I felt the gentle pressure of a hand upon my shoulder, the certainty that someone was behind me. But each time I turned, the kitchen was empty.

Still, the presence in the house was obvious to me. I could sense it as clearly as if my husband was in the room. Part of me knew I should be scared, but somehow the entities presence its self was enough to ebb clam and lust in equal measure into my system.

Later, naked, in front of the bathroom mirror, I felt arms encircling my waist, my nipples puckering in response to the touch. Behind me, the shower thundered, its heat and steam fogging the mirror. The cold drift of fingers lightly feathered their way across my stomach and I parted my legs, feeling the heat rise up from between them. I wanted to feel its touch there. I wanted to know how it would feel to have the cool pressure push its way up between my thighs. But the moment I parted my thighs the sensation was gone again.

Stepping into the shower, my arousal hadn’t dissipated. As the water cascaded down my breasts, my nipples were still hard nubs, despite the heat. I used my own fingers to do the work of hands I had only sensed. I ran my hands across my stomach, reaching down, between my thighs. I dipped my fingers into my hot, wet folds, stroking. With my thumb, I ran lazy circles over my clit, heightening my arousal, until I ended up leant against the wall, my forehead resting against the cold of the shower tiles. I imagined my fingers were those of the entity I sensed around my, that it was not me bringing myself to orgasm, but the person I was certain was with me in the house. Gasping, my whole body shuddered as the power of my orgasm ripped though me, leaving my legs shaking and weak.

I hoped he had watched me, whoever was in my house, I hoped he had watched me make myself come and it had turned him on as much as it had me.

That night he came to me.

I woke to find the room cold, freezing even, in the warm summer night. My skin was a sensitive rash of goose bumps, and my nipples stood painfully hard and erect against the silk of my night slip. Unconsciously, I reached down to pull the covers back over me, my half-asleep mind not yet registering something was wrong. I pulled the duvet around my body, trying to escape the sudden chill of the night and I started to fall back to sleep.

Suddenly the cold alerted me again. I realised, that in my doze, the bed covers were no longer covering my body. Instead they hung off the end of the bed – as though flung there. Nervous butterflies worried my stomach, and I trembled in fear and anticipation. I lay frozen on the bed, unsure of what to do.  A cool breeze blew from the end of my bed, its icy fingers creeping up the inside of my thighs, across my stomach, and up to my breasts. I shuddered at its caress, my teeth gently biting my bottom lip.

I knew the presence was here.

Cold fingers touched the side of my face and a small moan escaped me. A weight lowered itself onto the bed beside me, and I opened my eyes. The room was in total darkness. Black surrounded me like a living substance. If I were unable to breathe, I would have believed myself to be drowning in it. Fingers traced down my face and across my lips. I opened them slightly, tasting a sweet muskiness, and a wave of desire ran up from between my legs to spread its warm glow across my body. My hips pushed upwards, desperate for some contact, but if my lover had noticed, he just ignored my needs. The icy pathway continued down my neck and across to my nipple. The hard nub encircled by a bitter tongue. The moisture from his mouth reacted with the arctic room, inflaming me. Again I cried out, my body pinned to the mattress. I cried out in both fear and desire. I could feel his tongue working its way down my body, and I wanted him – God, how I wanted him. My back arched up into his touch; my pussy already wet and swollen, ready to be taken.

But instead of going where I wanted him most, he pulled his mouth away and pushed his body up against mine, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair, hard muscular legs entwining my own. His entire body was like a smooth glacier, sinews and muscle carved into every plane and curve. I could feel the hardness of his cock pushing against my stomach and I longed to touch it, to take it between my lips, tease it with my tongue.

Instead, his mouth crushed down onto mine, angry and passionate. I kissed him back, my tongue searching the cold of his mouth, his own tongue tracing the inside of mine.

I reached down, my fingers tracing the solid muscle of his body. How could this be real? How could I be touching something in my heart I knew did not belong to this world?

I ran my hands down his chest, his own rippled stomach, and the hard length of his cock sprang up to meet me. My fingers tentatively stroked its curved length, feeling its satin smoothness. He trembled beside me, my contact creating the same sensations that he had in me.

Then he pulled away again. I groaned in disappointment, but then I felt his mouth upon my skin once more. He headed down now, cold lips nibbling the skin of my stomach, his mouth brushing the narrow strip of hair I left down there. I spread my legs wide, my body trembling in anticipation.

Then his mouth was on me, the coolness of his tongue a balm against my hot flesh. Starting at the base of my pussy, tantalisingly close to the tight pucker of my ass, he slowly licked upwards, ending on the quivering nub of my clit. I gasped in delight. He moved down again, his tongue flicking my ass just briefly before travelling back up. Over and over, he licked me each time paying just a little more attention to my tight hole. I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow, my fingers gripping the sheets.

Then I felt his finger teasing my ass, gently probing, teasing me open. He pushed his finger inside of me, his tongue still working my clit. Slowly, he pumped his finger, slick with my own juices. Cold in the heat of my tight ass.

I was on the verge, my orgasm so close it held me captive. I was unable to think of anything else but the sheer pleasure racing through my veins. I didn’t want him to stop, but he did, pulling his face away from my pussy, and finger from my ass, and travelling back up my body.

Still, some forced held me pinned to the bed.

He was leaning over me now, his weight pressing into the mattress either side of me. My pussy was slick and wet, and, with a slight shift in his position, his rock-hard cock pushed into me. I gasped with pleasure, my hands pinned down either side of my head, unable to reach up and pull him deeper and harder.

He was a raging fire, all consuming, violent and hungry as he thrust deep into me. And as I climbed towards climax, his strong fingers wrapped around my wrists, holding me down, and his body slammed into mine. His desperation matched my own until I was unaware of anything but the mounting tide inside of me, straining to break its dam and destroy all thought, all knowledge. The upsurge inside of me flooded and as it did so I screamed out loud, my body jolting in spasms of sheer delight, my thoughts a torrent inside my head.

And then I was lying, alone in the bed. He had gone.

My experience felt like a dream. Was that all it had been? I had climaxed in my sleep before, but never anything like that.

I rolled over in bed, my fingers touching the empty space where my husband was supposed to lie. The movement caused me to wince in pain, my wrists still sore and bruised from where he had held me.

And, just before I sank back into the arms of sleep, I heard the house whisper...

                                                                     *****

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Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur Chapter 6

** Continuation of October 23rd, 2010 post. Please click here for Chapter 5.

Six

Shade battered at the cage I had pinned him in and screamed incessantly as I walked further and further away from the hotel and the life I refused to live anymore. The obscenities he hurled at me would have made even the most seasoned trucker blush a deep scarlet; but they didn't faze me one bit, I'd heard them all before and most of them on a daily basis.

I was not a stranger to crude language before Shade was forced upon me but the level to which he took it was a new one that had shocked and stunned me with its ferocity.

The ululating of sirens sounded in the distance and caused me to speed up my pace in order to put the maximum amount of distance possible between me and the dead man lying in the hotel room I'd just vacated minutes earlier. My demon was freaking out and throwing everything he had at the shield barrier I'd erected around him. If an ambulance was headed toward the hotel, chances were that my handlers had gone to the room to retrieve me and found the man I'd killed lying on the floor with me nowhere in sight.

"Ardeur, get your ass turned around and back to that hotel. NOW. Turn around you stupid bitch or you'll pay the price when I get loose."

A short bark of laughter burst from my lips and I began to walk even faster as police sirens joined those of the ambulance. "Um, no. There is absolutely no frickin’ way you are going to get me to go back to that hotel or shit ass life. As for you getting loose? Never gonna happen. Your ass is locked inside the strongest shields I could throw up. There's no getting out of there." Shade threw himself against my shields with renewed vigor and the force of his attack gave me an instant headache. I winced at the pain but my feet kept going in the opposite direction of the emergency vehicles.

Pedestrian traffic grew heavier the further I walked and I let it carry me along until it came to a set of stairs leading below the sidewalk. A sign with a symbol displaying two t's and a c stood next to the staircase and I recognized what the stairway led to. I'd found the Toronto Subway System and certain escape.

I waded into the sea of people making their way underground and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to marvel at everything. Billboards, posters and flyers lined the walls on each side of the platforms. The smell of cinnamon, burnt coffee and hot grease from various food vendors permeated the hot air. People from all walks of life played music; others meandered about or sat and watched the flow of traffic. A queue was formed by what appeared to be a ticket booth and, after a moment of watching to see what the lineup was for, I added myself to the end of it.

The money I'd taken from the senator's wallet was put to good use as I paid my way through the turnstile and found myself faced with another set of stairs leading to a loud rushing sound. People bustled up and down the stairs which led me to surmise the trains must be down at the bottom. A loud grinding squeal of metal on metal and a sudden whoosh of air that blew back the few loose strands of my hair confirmed my assumption.

My eyes found a map posted further down the way and I walked over to inspect it. I realized that I would need to figure out where I was going if I was truly going to make my escape a successful one. An arrow pointed to my current location which proved to be St George Station and showed me I could go in any direction I chose. The decision to head south wasn't hard to make since I knew I wanted to get as far away as possible from Boyd and Wesley. Far away meant out of the country, and for that I was going to need money.

I withdrew the one other thing I'd taken from the senator's pocket and gazed down at the small plastic rectangle of his credit card. The Visa symbol was one I recognized from commercials Shade had watched over the years. Those same commercials had also taught me I could use an ATM to withdraw money from the card and in that moment I was glad that the memories of any soul I shredded stayed with me for several hours before fading away. I flipped through each memory carefully while I walked until I found the one with the information I needed and inserted the card in the machine.

Minutes later my white nurse's shoes were shushing down the stairs, my pockets - the four on my pants and the one of my shirt, were filled with crisp bills. The credit card was neatly discarded in a nearby trash can. I thanked my lucky stars for the genetic anomaly that accounted for my lack of fingerprints and made me untraceable should anyone find the card and try to identify me. There were no records of my existence after the age of twelve when my parents had sold me off like cattle to the highest bidder.

I hadn't realized how important having proper identification would be until half an hour later when I tried to buy a bus ticket and cross the border. The clerk glared at me from the other side of the glass and tapped her nails on the Formica countertop. "You need a driver's license and birth certificate or a passport to cross the border, honey. Everybody knows that."

Everybody might, I thought, unless you've been living in captivity for seven years. "Right. Thanks."

My original plan to take a bus into the United States was clearly not going to pan out and my mind began to ponder new possibilities while I wandered through the streets.

The mast of a tall ship caught my eye as I scanned the horizon. An idea began to form that made my feet pick up the pace and turn toward the ship. Where there were ships, there was water and, possibly, a means of escape.

"Ardy, no. You know I can't go out on the open water." The slight edge of panic in Shade's voice as he tried to coerce me to not get on a boat and sail out brought a smile to my lips. The closer my feet got to the edge of the dock, the more he pleaded with me to turn around. "Tell you what - turn around and I'll tell you where to find Brody. I know how to find him and I'll give you that information if you just promise me you won't get on a boat."

The words were another false promise in a long line of them that Shade had made in our time together. Whenever the demon wanted me to do something I found repugnant he would use the Brody lure to get me to do his bidding.

"Not falling for it, Shade so just zip it and be a good boy while I see if I can find someone to take me with them."

Laughter echoed through the halls of my mind and caused me to wince with the realization that what I'd just said was highly unlikely to happen. With everything that had happened in my life, trusting people was not easy for me. Trusting complete strangers to not only allow me onboard their boat but to then take me across the lake and smuggle me in to another country was more than a stretch of the imagination. This nugget of truth left me with the only other option available if I wanted to get across the lake. I was going to have to get myself onboard one of those boats and stay hidden until it docked on the opposite shore. Finding the right target was next on the plan of action I'd decided on and I scanned the people getting off the variety of boats along the dock.

Strands of pink, yellow and gold stretched across the sky above the dark blue waves of the water. Dusk had fallen while I'd been busy devising my escape and the shade of early evening stretched the shadows of the buildings across the waterfront. The ghost of a smile played over my lips as I stepped into the shadows and wrapped myself in them. If this was going to work I would need to be able to slip through the crowd, and on to the boat unseen.

Death, its scent heavy, cloying, and oh so familiar tickled my senses. It drew my attention to a couple who were stepping on to the planks of the wharf. They were leaving a large craft with the name Persephone emblazoned on the bow in elegant blue and gold lettering.

I focused on the couple, my senses and power flaring. My eyes swept over the young blonde - not much younger than myself - and the middle aged man whose aura was dimmed by the death waiting to claim him. A snatch of conversation floated on the warm summer breeze to my ears as they passed me by in my shadowed hideaway.

"Thank you for taking me over, Daddy. Toronto is the only place I can get…" They continued on down the street, their words becoming muffled by the noises of a busy waterfront, and my eyes turned toward the boat and my salvation - provided I could get aboard and find a spot to hide in. Judging by the bit of conversation I'd overheard, the father and daughter were headed for a bit of shopping and would be gone for an indeterminate amount of time.

Another five minutes of quiet observation and it was time to put my feet in motion. Shadows wrapped tight around me like a second skin as I made my way down the dock toward the ladder up to the deck of the boat. I clamored up the rungs like a spider making its way over the sticky threads of its web and swung my legs over the rail, wincing when the rubber soles of my shoes squeaked on the polished wood of the deck.

Minutes passed and no one came running to investigate the noise which told me it was safe to get up and search out my hiding spot. I took my time getting up anyway on the off chance someone was looking. No point in getting caught now that I was mere feet away from the open hatch to the living quarters which promised fresh clothes, food and escape.

I took the nurses shoes off and picked them up. I walked barefoot across the deck and bolted down the stairs into the galley kitchen at the bottom. The hallway that stretched out ahead ended in what appeared to be the girl's bedroom. A pair of black leather boots lay haphazardly at the foot of the bed that was strewn with several pairs of jeans and other articles of brightly colored clothes that drew me like a magnet.

As comfortable as the nurse's uniform was I knew that a change of clothes would eventually be needed and that was the deciding factor that had me stripping it off and reaching for the nearest pair of jeans. Soft denim slid up my legs and over my hips, faded blue against pale cream. The button fastened loosely just below the concave dip of my belly. It wasn't a perfect fit but it was close enough and I turned to search through the pile of clothes on the bed for a shirt. What I found was a collection of camisoles that were so low cut I'd be lucky if my chest didn't tumble out with the slightest of movements.

"Throwing out that bra wasn't the smartest move you've ever made Ardy. Check her dresser."

Help? From the demon? What the - ? "Fuck that noise. I'm never wearing one of those again." I slipped three camisoles, blue, green and red, over my torso and reached for the boots - black leather, rubber sole and laces up the front. My right foot slid inside the first boot and brought a smile to my face. If I could find a pair of socks in the drawers the boots would fit perfectly.

Before I knew it I was fully dressed, had a bag full of clothes stowed in the closet I'd found beneath the stairs and was helping myself to an apple from the fridge while I rooted around for sandwich fixings and anything that wouldn't go bad to take with me when I jumped ship later. The sound of feet up on deck drew my attention and caused me to almost drop the canister of chips in my hand.

“Busted. Girl, your ass is about to get caught and hauled off to jail."

My grip on the chips tightened convulsively. The footsteps approached the top of the stairs and then, just as quickly, turned away in the opposing direction. I breathed a silent sigh of relief and decided that being discovered was not worth the risk of taking a couple more minutes to find anything else to eat. The closet door closed with me behind it seconds before the boat's two occupants came down into the kitchen. One set of footfalls continued on and soon the sound of engines rumbling to life told me that we were heading out.

Even had I not heard the churning of the engines, the grumbling and cursing from inside my head would have tipped me off to the fact that we were heading out to open water. My co-pilot had an aversion to freshwater and we were about to speed out into the middle of a huge lake full of his worst nightmare.

The whirring of the engines and the satisfied fullness of my stomach must have worked together to lull me to sleep. One minute I was listening to the sounds of the ship and the next I was waking up in a panic, legs gone numb from sitting cross legged on the floor too long. No other sounds reached my ears but that of my own breathing in the small, closed in space where I sat. I closed my eyes once again and listened.

"I know you won't believe me but we docked about half an hour ago."

Okay, so apparently the ride over hadn't quieted the bastard or done any lasting harm since he was yapping in my head again. I sighed and rose to my feet, the pins and needles nearly toppling me over as the blood rushed back down and circulation reasserted itself.

I gave myself a minute to make sure the feeling had fully returned to my feet before pushing the door open a fraction to poke my nose out and see if what Shade had said was true. The lack of engine sounds told me that we were, at the very least, stopped. Whether we were docked or at anchor somewhere on the lake for the night remained unclear.

The hall and doorways that stemmed from it were all dark, no sound of shallow breathing or snoring came from the bedrooms. I smiled and bent to pick up the bag, heavy and filled with things that would make the start of my journey an easier one than I had expected. There were a few items I'd need to pick up on shore but those could wait until I was away from the waterfront and a couple of cities over.

I treaded lightly, the soles of my pilfered boots soundless against the wood of the floor and stairs. Panic, overwhelming and cold, ran through my veins when I looked up and realized that the hatch had been closed. My palms flattened against the wood panels, pushed and kept moving as the hatch opened to show that I was inside a building of some sort. "Oh thank god."

Shade grumbled as I climbed the stairs and exited the boat, the sound of my boots hitting the dock echoing through what I realized was a very large boat shed. Freedom was within sight, so close that I could smell the sweet fragrance of it on the air.

"Lookie here, Shade. I'm free." I adjusted the straps of the backpack to fit the bag snuggly against my back and strode for the door. "You said I'd never make it yet here I am - free and out of their grasp. Hell, I even managed to cage your stupid ass without you realizing what I was doing."

"Yeah, you laugh now, Blondie but you won't be doing any when Boyd and Wes are sent after you. If you think your life was hard before…", he chuckled darkly and let the sentence hang. I knew just what kind of pain and torture the men who had held me could mete out and I had no desire to go back for more of the same or worse.

My hand found the handle for the door that would release me out into the world and twisted.

"Oh, hello karma. Locked. Surprise. Now whatcha going to do Ardeur?" I laid my forehead against the cool metal of the door and fought, hard, to keep the tears that threatened to spill in check. There was no way that I would let myself get this far, this close to freedom and let a locked door be my undoing.

"Shut up, you stupid shit. Remember who you're talking to here, hm?"

I took a deep breath, gripped the handle tightly and twisted with everything I had; sheering it clean off and swinging the door open into the night. The light above the door shone down on me and spurred me to action. If anyone had been drawn by the sound of the door crashing open, standing in the doorway with the light pointing accusing rays down on me was not a good place to be when they arrived.

Several steps to the right had me covered in shadows again, affording me a few minutes to figure out which direction to head in and to see if anyone would come to investigate the noise that my exit from the boat shed had occasioned.

Ten minutes later I walked up the dock, cut through the marina parking lot and disappeared into the night. I was safe, for now.



Come back on November 5th, 2010 for a look at Chapter 7 of Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur.

Copyright © 2010 Danielle Gavan

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Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur Chapter 5

** Continuation of October 22nd, 2010 post. Please click here for Chapter 4.

Five

It took me six years and ten months to plan my escape from my captors after that day in the park. Two thousand four hundred and ninety two days from Saturday, September 21^st, 1996 when I was forced to watch while Shadekar blew an entire park full of innocent children, parents and grandparents to bits. The echoes of screams, theirs and mine, stayed with me for what felt like an eternity until I learned to block them out and turned my focus toward other, more important tasks; like getting myself out of the hell I was living in and free from the men who ruled my every movement.

As the years progressed and my body developed more into that of a woman, the frilly dresses gave way to barely there miniskirts, low cut tops which accentuated a chest most porn stars paid for and high heels that made me look less like the teenager I was and more like the woman I wasn't. Despite having the body of woman abundantly blessed by Mother Nature, my eyes were pools of innocence until Shade took over.

I gladly retreated to the sanctuary I'd built myself while he killed, maimed and destroyed. The walls of my shelter were covered with childhood memories of Brody, spells and any bit of information I could recall that would eventually help me break free and take back control from Shadekar.

Learning how to keep my memories and thoughts separate and blocked from Shade had been my first priority after the park incident. The second one had been planning how to permanently get away from Wesley and Boyd and stay away.

Shade took advantage of every moment I hid behind my shields to watch or study every manner of martial arts he could find and then force my tiny five foot four inch body to attempt each and every move. The martial arts caught my attention after the first few attempts and I began actively participating in our exercise sessions.

A steady diet of Pop Tarts, pizza and greasy fast food was eventually going to catch up with me no matter how supernaturally strong I was, and since I wasn't allowed out on my own I relished the hours of exercise Shade's obsession provided for me. On the upside, I got the exercise I needed to keep my body fit but the downside to it was as I got older Shade began using my body to satisfy other needs I was too innocent to know about or acknowledge. He would watch porn while I slept which meant the images were entrenched in my memory whether I wanted them or not.

Regardless of how hard I shielded, everything he learned, saw or did was burned into my brain until I figured out how to compartmentalize even those things and block them out. By then most of the damage had been done. I was physically innocent but the knowledge of what men and women did to each other behind closed doors was forever lodged in my head.

My chance to escape came on the afternoon of July 19th, 2003.

As with every mission day, my wakeup call came before the crack of dawn and was very, very rude. I was thrust into the usual short shorts and camisole and hauled out to be turned into the pretty doll everyone expected me to be when our targets looked at me. Hours of having my waist length hair pulled until it looked just right and then just a touch of makeup to accentuate the periwinkle blue of my eyes, the fullness of my lips.

My outfit for the day, a short dress the color of poppies that would show off my toned legs and the deep swell of my cleavage, hung on the back of the bathroom door. At five foot four, with a petite frame, my clothes tended to be on the smaller side and this dress was no exception. The scrap of Lycra looked more like something a Barbie doll would wear than an actual person but, I would wear it and hate every moment I had it on.

The manicurist they'd brought in tsk'd at the tattered state of my bitten to the quick finger nails when she picked up my left hand to start applying the acrylic tips I always managed to pry off immediately after the mission was completed. "What have you done to your fingers, sweetie? Your nail beds are so damaged that I don't know if I can put these on."

I gave her a bland look and blinked at her with the typical bored sarcasm of most teenagers. "I ripped off the last four sets they put on me. Pried 'em off with my teeth." The shocked look on her face earned her a grin and a flash of my pearly whites. "Put another set on and they'll meet the same fate - sweetie."

"Shade." Wesley yelled from the kitchen where he was pulling strawberry Pop Tarts from the toaster. The smell of burnt pastry tickled my nose and told me it was going to be yet another morning where I would have to force down scorched strawberry junk.  "Shut the bitch up before she says something she shouldn't."

The sunglasses atop my slightly upturned nose weren't just because I thought I was cool or even because I needed them. They were there so when Shade took over as suddenly as he was about to my eyes would be covered and no one would notice the total blackness of them. When the demon was in control, unless he made the effort to make my eyes look like their normal blue selves, they were entirely black. No white, no iris. Nothing and looking into the black, bottomless pits my eyes became tended to freak the humans out just a bit.

Human wasn't a term that exactly fit me as we'd learned over the years. The men who gave Wes and Boyd their orders had them put me through a plethora of tests and exercises to see just what I was really capable of under all of the cute blondness. They had been surprised at what they found and would find themselves surprised yet again when I put my escape plan into action.

I yanked my shields down and stepped back seconds before Shade rushed forwarded, took the proverbial steering wheel and commandeered my body. My shields fell back into place and I set to work pulling down all of the mental sticky notes and memories I had pinned up over the last seven years. I chanted through all of the spells I'd found that would reverse the effect of my shields and keep Shadekar trapped behind them when the time came. The bastard riding shotgun in my head wouldn't know what hit him when I kicked his ass inside the cage I was building and slammed the door shut. Stupid ass wouldn't see it coming and I couldn't wait to see his reaction.



Several hours later I was dressed to kill and hustled in to the backseat of a car looking nothing like the nineteen year old I was underneath all the window dressing. The red dress hugged every inch of me like it was a second skin. My breasts were thrust upward and on display for all to see thanks to the unnecessary push-up bra my captors forced me to wear in order to achieve the effect of even more cleavage - as if I didn't have enough already. Strappy black stilettos that scarcely covered my bare feet and a small clutch purse completed the outfit. Boyd and Wesley had told Shade no weapons were needed on this job, all he needed was my pretty face and the strength that lay hidden below the deceptive surface. Could I lift a car? No, but I could kill the biggest of men with my bare hands and not break a sweat doing it. I could also yank a soul straight out of someone's body and according to the mission plan; this is what we were doing today.

I sat behind my shields and waited, watching for the moment when I could put my plan into action and run for my life.

The target on this mission was a Politian visiting from the United States whose wife had caught him cheating, numerous times, with an intern on his staff. The Missus had contacted the powers that be and here I was, half an hour after being dropped off, with the wayward husband in the bar of his hotel. Dressed as I was, there was no way the philandering bastard would fail to make a move.

Reeling the victims in was the part Shade enjoyed the most about our missions. The flirting, teasing and sexual tension created by the mannerisms he used all perfected via his hours upon hours of porn. A hair toss over the bare skin of a shoulder, a coy smile or even running my hand down the man's arm; all of it designed to lure the target in and make him feel safe, wanted.

Within minutes of having sat down the bartender had placed a glass of white wine in front of me and directed my attention to a tall, well-dressed man approaching from the left side of the bar. Graying light brown hair feathered back from his temples and he wore a cocky, self-assured grin as he approached to introduce himself as Senator So-and-so. I wasn't paying attention to the name and Shade didn't care. He was a target and we had a mission to complete.

Shadekar took his time chatting with the Senator, luring him in with the occasional sweep of my tongue across the fullness of my lower lip and frequent touches to his arm while laughter, husky and feminine, slipped from my lips. I watched as lust and calculating greed crept into the Senator's gray-blue eyes and listened while Shade crowed with success when the older man asked if I'd like to come up to his room for another drink in a more private setting.

Sir Cheatsalot leaned in to whisper in my ear and I caught the woodsy scent of his expensive cologne when his lips brushed my ear and he inhaled my own citrusy perfume. "You smell delicious. Are you ripe for plucking sweetheart?" The clock on the wall in the lobby told me we'd been in the bar no more than half an hour and were well ahead of schedule as we waited for the ding of the elevator arriving to take us up to the suite that would spell out freedom for me and death for the man standing next to me in the expensive dark blue suit.

Finally, the elevator arrived and we rode up to the fourteenth floor while the cheesy instrumental music played quietly in the background. I felt sorry for the man who stood next to me, an unwitting victim walking straight in to his very own death scene. The soft ping indicating we'd reached our floor had me jumping on the inside but with Shade in the driver's seat the rest of me was cool as a cucumber. We exited and walked passed a series of non-descript white doors until we reached the one bearing number fourteen eleven in elegant lettering on a shiny gold plaque.

I stepped inside once the door was unlocked and held open in invitation. My shoes sunk in to the plush tan colored carpet and the fuzz of the fibers was a pleasant tickle against the tips of my toes. I walked across the room and pulled aside the heavy velvet drapes to gaze out the window. A large hand reached out and pulled my hand away from the burnished gold fabric and it swung closed, re-establishing the shadows in the corners of the room where the lamps couldn't reach them. "Come sit with me, take your shoes off and relax a bit."

We sat together on the smaller of the two couches and before I knew it, my feet were in the Senator's lap and my sandals were being cast to the floor. It took every ounce of will power I could muster to stop myself from running victory laps around my shelter as my plan fell into place bit by bit. I needed to focus because my turn was coming and shredding the soul out of a living body was never an easy task even when I was calm. My life, my escape depended on getting this right and I couldn't afford to screw this up.

Shadekar's voice snapped me back into focus just at the same time as the Senator's greedy hands found themselves full of a breast in the one and the top of my thigh high stocking in the other.

"Ardy, baby, any time you wanna kill the idiot is fine with me. You know I'm not in to men."

My shields dropped and I stepped out, ready for action and the freedom it would bring. The Senator's mouth was coming down toward my own when I placed a hand against the soft cotton of his shirt, just above his heart and opened my eyes to look up at him with the black, empty voids they'd become. I flexed my metaphysical fingers against his chest and reached in to grasp his soul and pull it free. The soul quivered like jelly in my hand, terror the emotion at the forefront of everything as I squeezed and began to separate it from its owner.

I watched dispassionately while the face hovering inches from mine convulsed and registered the pain that came with having your soul shredded. What he was feeling in that moment was the most excruciating pain a human body could experience. The heart beating beneath my fingers sped up as the adrenaline brought on by the fear of what was happening coursed through his veins. His mouth was working to form words, call out for help but none came out and I smirked at him.

"You didn't really think you could have me, did you?" I tsk'd at him and laughed. "Come on, you cheating bastard, give up the ghost."

Never before had I needed to use both hands to rip out a soul but it was becoming clear, I was going to have to do it now. I brought my other hand up, pressed it to the Senator's chest and thrust my energy inside to wrap around his dark soul and pulled with everything I had until the whole shrieking mess came screaming out of the body.

I murmured binding and banishing spells as fast as I could to get rid of the soul before the body hit the floor. Shadekar was cackling with glee at the success of our mission and the extra show of force I'd displayed and I took advantage of his gloating to start putting the shields up around him while I picked up anything that could be traced back and identify me. Shoes, clutch, even the two long strands of my golden hair that had gotten caught in the dark, chocolate brown upholstery of the couch. I emptied the cash from the dead man's wallet and put the leather rectangle neatly back inside his pocket. No need to wipe it down for finger prints, I didn't have any.

By the time my hand pulled open the suite door, I had erected my shields and Shade was unknowingly trapped in the back of my mind. I called the shadows of the hallway to me and cloaked myself in them as I walked down the hall in my stocking feet and headed for the stairwell. It was then Shade realized something not on the plan was going down and tried to take over, put me back on track for the elevator and the lobby where the driver would be waiting for me.

"Ardeur. Where in the hell do you think you're going girl?" He hit the wall of shielding and bounced back screaming as he tried to break free. "What is this? What the hell is this, Ardeur?"

My shoulders shook with suppressed laughter and I flew down the stairs as fast as my feet could take me. "I'm taking my life back. No more killing, or missions, no more Wes and Boyd. By the time they realize I'm gone it'll be too late." I started reciting the last, and strongest shielding spell as I rounded the corner of the final set of stairs before flying out the back door of the hotel and finding myself in an alley filled with dumpsters and startled hotel employees. A few of them gaped for a moment but returned to work with a shrug. To them I looked like any other high paid prostitute in my short dress and tousled hair.

I tossed my shoes inside a nearby dumpster and continued down the street until I cleared the hotel and found myself behind another and then another as I worked my way down the alley.

A uniform company truck was parked, its rear door wide open and inviting, behind one of the hotels toward the end of the street. I ducked inside after checking to make sure the coast was clear. Luck proved to be on my side when I found not only a pair of dark blue scrubs but a pair of white nurse's shoes in my size. I slipped them on and jumped out, dress and brassiere in hand to find the nearest trash can and toss them inside. It felt good to finally be covered and comfortable.

Quickly pulling the pins from my hair and twisting it into a bun as I walked transformed me from hooker look-alike to young nurse in a hurry to get to work. Never once did I look back to see if anyone was following. I would have lost any of the courage I'd mustered to see my plan through and I was determined to get myself free no matter the cost.

Come back on October 24th, 2010 for a look at Chapter 6 of Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur.

Copyright © 2010 Danielle Gavan

Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur
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Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur Chapter 4

** Continuation of October 16^th, 2010 post. Please click here for Chapter 3.

Four

"Yo, Callaghan. You sticking around over break or heading back home?"

Brody straightened to his full six feet and turned to face his best friend Alby as the other teenager appeared in the doorway in faded jeans, sun-bleached t-shirt with the school logo on the left breast and beaten up Reebok sneakers. "Yeah, it's my Gran's seventy fifth birthday this weekend and the sisters planned a big dinner party for her." He smiled, dimples flashing, and turned back to resume his packing. "You staying here?"

At seventeen, Brody's build showed the promise of being a formidable size when he hit full adulthood. His shoulders were broader than any of the other boys and the muscles from years of playing basketball and the military style drills his father had taught him were better defined than those of his classmates. He wore his medium brown hair short as required for all cadets but today it was covered by a baseball cap with the emblem of his favorite football team, the Chicago Bears.

Classes were out for spring break so the boys were out of uniform and enjoying being able to wear their street clothes for a change. Alby confirmed he was staying at the school over break and watched as his friend dropped a stack of t-shirts into his suitcase next to the pile of jeans which had probably cost more than Alby's entire wardrobe. He knew his friend would have been glad to lend him anything he wanted to borrow were he not a good fifty pounds lighter than Brody and short enough to fit neatly under the bigger boy's armpit.

"Go pack a bag Alb. You're coming with me." Brody headed to the tiny bathroom attached to his dorm room and came back out with a small toiletry kit which he tossed football style into the suitcase. "Gran likes you and I'm sure the girls can make room for one scrawny punk ass like yours at the table."

Alby pushed his fingers through the short brush of his dirty blonde hair and smiled, a rosy blush covering his cheeks. Mrs. Callaghan and her granddaughters always spoiled him when he made the trip back to Atlanta with their grandson and brother. "Already done." He bent and retrieved his dark green duffel bag from outside the door, smile widening as Brody laughed and shook his head. "You never go home without me."

Brody pulled his black suitcase shut and zipped the edges closed. His friend was right; he always took him along when they were let out on break. Brody could afford to go home on breaks and weekends when he felt the urge to drive the four hours it took to get there whereas the Tennyson's, Alby's family, couldn't afford to fly him back from South Carolina to Arizona more than once at Christmas and again at end of year.

The boys tossed their bags into the trunk and climbed inside the silver and black 1967 Mustang Shelby. AC/DC’s Thunderstruck blared from the sound system as the car peeled out of its parking spot and sped out of the lot. Camden Military School faded into the distance when the boys turned the car toward Interstate 20 and home.

Four hours, and a stop for burgers later, the Mustang with plates that read GRAYWOLF parked in the circular gravel driveway in front of the old Callaghan plantation house. A young girl with hair the color of caramel and warm hazel eyes rose from one of the antique rocking chairs on the veranda and ran down the driveway toward her brother as Brody exited the car. He scooped the petite thirteen year old up and swung her around. "Hey baby girl.  Where are the other girls?"

Brody put his younger sister Isobeal down and frowned when he saw the apprehension on her pretty face. She was hedging and he could smell the fear on her as he waited for her answer. The breeze shifted and he suddenly realized why she was taking her time telling him why no one else had come out to greet him. "What's he doing here Belle? That son-of-a-bitch had better not be in my house or I'll kill the mutt."

Isobeal put her small hands in the middle of her brother's chest hoping to hold him back and stop him from storming up to the house where their oldest sister Siobhan and her mate Calvin were waiting in the kitchen. "She loves him Bro. You know they’ve always had something between them, even before Ma and Dad died."

"They didn't die Belle. That bastard killed them." He looked down at his sister and began walking toward the house, his eyes glowing amber as he fought to stay in his human form. "Did she mate with him? I'll kill him if she did." Brody's voice was the low growl just before a shift and Isobeal stopped Alby from following his friend up the yard.

A tall woman, with her blonde hair in a ponytail appeared in the doorway and Brody stopped cold in his tracks at the sight of the roundness of her belly. Siobhan's scent carried to him on the breeze and he noted the differences the pregnancy had brought to it. "You can't kill him, Brody. Your niece needs a father. Come inside and let's talk about this."

The muscle in the side of Brody's jaw twitched. He clenched and unclenched it while he tried to digest the news that his sister had not only married, but was carrying the child of the man who had killed his father in a fight for leadership of their pack. Unable to live without her mate, their heartbroken mother had followed her husband in death a few days later.

"No. I will never set foot in that house again as long as he's there, Siobhan. Never." A low angry growl built in his chest until it erupted with a shout as he charged across the yard and tackled the hundred year old oak tree in the middle of the lawn. The impact of a near two hundred pound werewolf against the old wood echoed in the silence of the spring night like the crack of a baseball against a bat.

His aggression spent and left shoulder neatly dislocated, Brody stalked toward his car and Alby to whom he tossed the keys. "Get back in the car, Alb and drive. We're not staying here with a house full of traitors."

Alby caught the keys before they bounced off his chest and got behind the wheel. He adjusted the seat, which was as far back as it could go to accommodate Brody's long legs, and plugged the key into the ignition. The engine grumbled to life as Brody slipped in the passenger side door with a grunt of pain when his shoulder hit the seat. "You going to be okay, Bro? That shoulder looks bad."

"Just drive. I'll explain while we're on the road." A loud pop filled the silence of the car and Brody growled a curse as his shoulder put itself back in the socket. The amber glow of his eyes shone bright in the dark interior of the car while they drove back through the rich suburbs toward the glittering downtown area.

"Wanna explain what just happened back there and why your eyes look like something I'd find in a wolf man movie?" Alby glanced at his best friend briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. He waited patiently for the answers to his question.

Brody contemplated his words closely as he tried to come up with an explanation for what the very normal, very human Alby had just witnessed. "You know how I always hate watching those stupid were wolf movies? How I keep saying they're so fake and full of bullshit?" He looked over and noted Alby's faint nod. "I know they're full of shit because I am a werewolf, Alb. My whole family is werewolves and you nearly witnessed two alpha males beating the shit out of each other to see who rules the pack. It's how my Dad died three years ago. I wasn't big enough then to fight Cal and take over the pack in Dad's place. Ma died of a broken heart a few days later. I stuck around for their funerals and left before I did something that would get me killed."

Alby pulled the car over to the side of the road, put it in park and turned to face the boy who was his best friend. "You're plenty big, Brody. Why not take him down now?"

"Because it would hurt my sister and her baby too much if I did. The pup in her belly is the only reason Cal isn't dead right now. The pack can't have two Alphas, Alby. I can't go back there. Ever." His eyes searched the inky darkness through the windshield as if the cars passing by or the twinkling lights of the city could tell him what he needed to do now that his family, his home was off limits to him. The metallic glint of his father's ring on his right hand caught his eye when a car passed by and shone light over the interior of the Mustang. Brody knew then, as he looked at the solid band of gold, what he would do. "I'm enlisting as soon as the semester is over and I'm getting as far away from Atlanta as I can. Hell, I'm getting clear across the country if I can manage it."

Alby looked up - surprise written clearly across his young face at Brody's words. They had both talked about going to college after they graduated from Camden; spent days filling out applications and then celebrating when they'd both been accepted to the same school. "What about Princeton? You studied hard to get in there."

The golden glow from his eyes once again colored the planes of Brody's cheeks as he turned to look at Alby. "I'm not going. Find a motel or something we can stay in for the night and we'll figure out what to do in the morning. My head's a mess right now and I need to think."

The first motel they found had a room available with two beds and Brody paid cash up front for the night. He flashed his dimpled charmer's grin at the pretty brunette behind the counter and winked at her in the hopes he could charm his way into getting her to reopen the kitchen and fix them some dinner. Half an hour later, the boys were seated at the small table in their room with a burger and fries in front of each of them while they ate in silence.

Morning dawned bright and early the next day waking Brody with the bright yellow rays of early morning sunshine through the flimsy blue curtains that covered the windows. He stretched and chuckled silently as his feet dangled off the bed clearly made for midgets. A smile curved his lips as he looked over at the other bed and his best friend curled comfortably in slumber beneath the coverlet.

Needing to relax and unleash some of the tension kept in check since leaving his family the day before, Brody slipped out of the room after having changed into a pair of well-worn track pants and a tank top. Gravel crunched beneath his sneakers as he crossed the back lot in search of a secluded area. He spotted a thick covering of bushes behind the motel and headed for them. Once he was sure there was enough cover to hide his transformation Brody quickly stripped and began the shift from six foot tall teenager to large gray-black wolf.

The bones of his body snapped and popped to reshape over muscles that stretched, tore and reformed his body bit by torturous bit until there was nothing left of the brown hair, hazel eyed boy but his mind behind the amber eyes of the wolf that had taken his place. He panted, tongue lolling in the crisp morning air while waiting for his racing pulse to settle into the regular beat of his wolf’s heart.

Taking a moment to acclimate his senses, Brody rose to stand on his furry paws and shook himself to throw off the ghosts of the pain that had ripped through his body. Glossy fur the color of storm clouds before a downpour rustled in the wind as the huge wolf stepped out from the bushes and stopped mid-step to turn back and fix his gaze on the small blonde boy who watched wide eyed from the corner of the building.

Brody barked at Alby and waited for the other boy to make his way over, hand held out as if wanting him to sniff it. A soft chuffing sound emanated from the wolf as brushed his side against Alby's hip.

Alby smiled down at his friend taking the wheezing noise for the wolfish equivalent of a laugh. "Jesus, you're huge. Imagine the look on the Commandant's face if he got a load of you like this, Bro. He'd crap his pants."

Wolf and boy walked through the trees and scrub in a companionable silence for a while until Alby stopped and leaned against the trunk of an oak tree. "Are you coming back to school with me?"

Brody sat his furry behind amidst the grass and ferns that covered the edge of the path they'd been walking and lifted a dark paw the size of a dessert plate to nudged his friend's jean clad leg.

"I know you said you'd finish out the semester but I get this awful feeling from you that once we get back - you're not going to stay, are you?"

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from Brody's chest. He got back up to all four feet and turned with a swish of his thick charcoal tail back toward the bush where he'd left his clothes. He was thankful for the privacy Alby gave him as he shifted back to human form and hoped the grunts and cries of pain caused by his body reforming didn't freak the kid out too much.

When Alby came upon him ten minutes later, Brody was lying on the ground, dressed once again and sweating under the early morning sun. "No, I'm not staying. My eighteenth birthday is next month and I'm going to apply to write an equivalency exam for all of my classes. I've got the grades. I know I can pull it off."

Silence stretched between them, pregnant with unasked questions and the answers that would forever change their friendship. "What about your plan to search for Ardeur? We were going to go look for her this summer?"

Brody sat up, got his feet beneath him and rose to tower over Alby. He clapped him on one scrawny shoulder and the two of them turned back toward the motel. The rest of their lives lay ahead and somehow, within twenty four hours, it had morphed into something they had not planned for or imagined. "I've got a feeling. Wherever my life is leading me, she'll be at the end of that road."

Come back on October 23rd, 2010 for a look at Chapter 5 of Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur.

Copyright  © 2010 Danielle Gavan

Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
Possession is Nine Tenths - Ardeur
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Tempted by Fate

Content advisory: Masturbation, heavy petting, coarse language

Previously: Ariel seduces Kalen, King of the Fae, into her bed where he's dismayed to find that the raven haired temptress is a virgin..and he's just deflowered her. To read the first installment of Tempted by Fate, click here.

Ariel looked at the letter in her hand and squealed happily. Rising out of her chair, she took off down the hallway to her bedroom and smacked right into her cousin. “Ooooff. Gods Val, yer like a brick wall.”

“Damn it, Ariel. Could ye have hit me any harder?” Valyn rubbed his chest and looked at his cousin. “What’s making ye grin like that?”

“I got a letter from Bryani! She’s coming ta visit for a month. I can’t wait ta see her.” Ariel smiled brightly and tossed her long black braid behind her shoulder. “It’ll be nice ta see her and not have ta work.”

Valyn raised his eyebrow at the name. Bryani was the Greek goddess that Ariel would go out on missions with every now and then, the granddaughter of Athena, the Goddess of War and Wisdom.

“Well then, when will yer friend be arriving?”

“In about a hour. I’ve got so much ta do. I’ll see ye later Val.” Ariel took off running down the hallway again.

“Be careful will ye!” he called out after her. “Ye crazy girl.” Shaking his head Valyn turned and headed back down the hallway to his office.

Bri walked up the path to Ariel’s castle and looked up at it. She loved the large stone walls and had always been curious if they had contained the warmth and love she assumed was inside.

She wheeled her luggage behind her and walked up to the large drawbridge. “Do I knock?” Bri said out loud and laughed to herself. Turning she noticed a smaller door built into a tower. Walking over to it she knocked and waited for an answer.

“Can I help ye?” The guard that opened the door asked.

“Hello, I’m Bryani from Greece. Ariel is expecting me.” The guard relaxed and nodded his head as he stepped to the side and allowed her entry.

“Please wait here.” Bri nodded and walked around the room. She looked at the the swords and weaponry hanging on the wall and smiled. Walking over to the broadsword she ran her hand down the flat side of the weapon and grinned as she considered pulling it off and testing it out.

“Leave tha weapons alone…yer on vacation woman.” Bri spun around and grinned as Ariel moved across the room to hug her. “I can’t believe yer here. I’ve been hounding ye for years ta come and visit.”

Hugging Ariel in return she pulled back and smiled at her friend.“I know, I know but I was given a month’s vacation so, here I am. I can’t wait to see the place. I didn’t realize how freaking huge your castle is.” Turning around she grabbed her suitcase and wheeled it behind her as Ariel lead her inside. As they walked through the corridors Bri looked at the tapestries that hung on the stone walls.

“Val! Valyn….hold up. Come meet Bri.” Ariel tugged on Bri’s hand and pulled her down the hallway to meet her cousin. “Val this is me friend Bryani. Bri this is me cousin and tha King, Valyn.”

Max’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the man standing in front of her. Sexy didn’t even begin to describe what she saw. Valyn was 6’5 and had short blonde hair that brought out the sparkling green of his eyes. His arms were perfect and muscular. Her fingers twitched with a need to reach out and feel the power in them.

She let her gaze trace up to the pointed tips of his ears and her mouth watered with the need to run her tongue all along the tip of one and pull it into her mouth.  Her eyes trailed down over his body to his crotch and she felt herself grow wet at the clear sign of his erection pressing against his jeans. She cleared her throat and blinked to compose herself before bringing her eyes back up to meet his.  “Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you. Ari’s been talking about you forever it seems.” She brought up her hand and held it out for him to shake.

Valyn felt his whole body on alert as he looked Bryani over. Every nerve in his body was on fire - screaming out to touch and taste the golden goddess in front of him. She was perfection in every form; from her long legs up to the lush breasts that his eyes refused to stop undressing. His tongue grew heavy with thoughts of rolling it over her breast and suckling her nipples, which were pebbled and visible through her shirt.

He wanted to wrap his hands around her long blonde curls and tug on them as she screamed out his name over and over while he sank into her balls deep. He felt Ariel nudge his arm and Valyn cleared his throat and met Bri’s gaze.. “Right…yeah. Its nice ta meet ye too. I’ve heard so much about ye from Ariel  as well. I hope ye’ll find tha Castle comfortable.”

Ariel laughed, totally oblivious to the heat that was sparking between Valyn and Bryani. “Come on Bri! I’ll bring ye ta yer room and help ye get settled. Wait till ye see tha library. Yer going ta love it being tha giant book lover that ye are.”

Bri let Ari tug and pull her down the hallway. With a backward glance she saw Valyn watching her as they left and gave him a small smile before turning back and disappearing around the corner with her friend.

Valyn watch the blonde woman being pulled down the hallway behind his cousin. His eyes connected with hers and when he saw the small seductive smile his cock hardened further. “Fuck me.” He whispered to himself. When they disappeared he shimmered into his room and headed right to the bathroom.

Stripping all of his clothes off, he turned the water to cold and stepped inside. He wrapped a hand around his thick cock and stroked it as his eyes closed. His mind pictured her seductive smile, her long golden legs wrapped around his back, and thick blonde hair wrapped around his hands.

Squeezing and stroking himself as he pictured Bri’s body, Valyn groaned and braced a hand on the tile of the shower. His hand pumped up and down his length harder and faster. The proud purple head of his cock peeking out from the circle of his grip goading him on with each stroke . With a loud grunt his hips jerked and he came in hot spurts all over the tiles. “Bri..” he groaned out. Once his hips stopped twitching he let the water wash away the cum on his hands and the wall. Valyn dropped his head against the cool tile and closed his eyes. His mate…he had finally found her.

Two days later Bri was in the library looking at the books on the shelf and trying to figure out what she wanted to read. Her fingers skimmed over the spine of The Odyssey and she couldn’t help but smile.

His fingers brushed against her arm as he reached up and pulled the book down from the shelf. “That happens ta be one of me favorites.” Valyn said in a low voice from behind her. He stepped closer to her and smirked as he felt Bryani stiffen. “I have a fondness for all things Greek.”

“All things, huh? Well…” she turned around and found herself standing nose to nose with him. “Homer is a very, very sexy author. It’s so easy to develop a fondness for him.” Bri smiled and leaned forward. “He’s a very….stimulating author.”

The control Valyn had snapped at the word stimulating as she whispered seductively in his ear. Her warm breath caressed the sensitive tip of his ear and he nearly came on the spot. Setting the book on the table next to him he reached up and buried his hand in Bri’s curls. “I’ll show ye just how stimulated I am.”

Their mouths crashed together as Valyn pushed Bri up against the bookcase. Her right leg hooked around his hips and pulled him tight against her. She moaned into the kiss and tilted her head back for his mouth to trail across her neck. Bryani caught the tip of his ear in her mouth just the way she’d wanted to for days.

“Gods, Bri.” He shuddered as she captured the tip of his ear in her mouth and it shot heat straight down to his rock hard cock. His hips pushed forward and ground against Bri, the heat of her core scalding through the layers of their clothing. “Fuck, Bryani.”

“Now. Need you right now.” Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt she yanked it up and off. Sighing at the sight of his chiseled abs, she let her hands slide up his chest to grip his pecs. “Now. Here.”

“Yes.” He scooped her up, carried her over to the couch and laid her down. Pulling her shirt off he groaned at the sight of her bare breasts. “So fucking hot Bri.” Leaning down he caught her pert rosy nipple between his lips and tugged at it.

“Yes! Valyn.” Her eyes fluttered shut and she arched off the couch as he tugged and suckled on her nipple. Her nails scored up his back as he moved over to do the same thing to her other breast.

His tongue flickered back and forth over the nipple while he kneaded her other breast in his hand. For days he had been dreaming of doing this. Hearing her scream out his name as he tasted her.

“Honey…ye taste like honey.” Val muttered against her breast as he moved slowly down her body. His tongue rolled across the flat of her belly and dipped in to Bryani’s belly button. He unsnapped the button of her shorts and slid them down her long golden legs.  He saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and groaned as lust shot through his veins.

“Ye smell so good. I’ve wanted ta taste ye for two days. Yer all I can smell when we’re in the room together. I can’t get it out of me head, yer all I can smell for hours after ye leave.” Bringing his head down he nuzzled his cheek against her smooth mound. “Need ta taste ye.”

Come back on November 3rd to see if Kalen, King of the Fae, flips out or if Ariel gets what she want and on November 25th to see if Valyn gets to taste the Goddess he’s been dreaming about. Things are about to get a whole lot hotter at Castle Flamare.

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