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She fell…
Deepest blue surrounded her as the world struggled to wipe her from its mind. Her existence, her very being did not sit well with the natural order.
The wind was the only thing that embraced her now and even that was a parting grasp as she flew steadily through the night air letting her spirit be lost to the grand scheme.
There were others of her kind and they would take her place but she had overstepped her bounds and Dominion demanded his toll.
Her wings folded back painfully, tearing as she met the ethereal barrier only to bounce and fall further. Dominion’s arms caught her and pulled her close.
It was time!
The reaper waited for no man… or daemon.
Darkness swirled, calling the ether to bear. It swam in specified patterns, back and forward, creating life or pseudo-life in this case. It recognized the hand that rested within its depths, caressing it gently with the ebb and flow motions of the fluid. It splashed upwards and crashed down in a sudden burst of activity and then nothing.
Silence settled in the cavern as the figure at the side of the ethereal lake waited, his hand still resting in the almost water. Moments dragged as time ticked slowly away. Still he waited, knowing that the pattern was not yet done. Ripples in the silver surface buffeted his fingers and he smiled.
Damned sound broke the silence as his wrist was grabbed and the water pulled back from the body beneath the water. He braced himself against the rock walls of the cavern and pulled, helping the newly formed being stand free of the water.
Her eyes searched the cavern, lost in the sensations of looking and seeing, perception a gift to the woman in front of him. Her fingers touched his hand, breaking the grip and simply tracing the patterns of his fingerprints on his palm. Her mouth, complete with full red lips, parted and she gasped in amazement.
He loved this moment. The newness of everything would never again be matched by any other sensation and he hoped she cherished the gift that she would be given.
Her hand finally left him and she looked down at her uncovered body. Her hands ran over her face, picture perfect with large eyes and a cute button nose. She touched her neck, long and slender and then down towards her chest. The sloping skin made her smile as she touched it, running her hands over it and catching her erect nipples with the ends of her fingers. She gasped as the sensitive flesh became aroused and took time from her exploration to circle the small nubs. She looked up at the other mans smiling face and ran her fingers over the nubs again. Her mouth opened in surprise. Eager to explore, she continued down to her flat stomach. Her face crinkled when she saw the small indentation in her abdomen. She decided to continue. She found a triangle of dark curls guarding the joining of her legs. One hand flew up to her head, feeling the texture of the hair there and comparing it with the shorter hair below. She parted her legs and traced the hair back.
He waited, wondering what her face would look like when she discovered the hidden treasure hidden there. A smile crossed onto his face as he watched, not rushing the girl before him.
Her finger slipped down and back, coming back wet. She lifted her finger to see glistening liquid on it. She looked confused. She was perfectly dry everywhere else, and even though she was standing in what looked like liquid, it was subtly different, almost like mist but not quite. It was simply ether. She lifted it to her lips and licked at the liquid. It was like nothing she had tasted before… Of course, she had not tasted before. She smiled and returned her finger to the thick nest of curls, curious to see the source of the moisture. Her face changed to surprise as she found the font and with it the sensitive skin surrounding it.
He smiled again. She was truly one of his. Greedy for the experiences that the flesh and carnal knowledge brought and willing to feed it no matter the audience. He watched her eyes close and the blur of her hand move in rhythmic circles as her entire body trembled. A cruel streak gripped him and he coughed, drawing the girl from her reverie.
She started, having forgotten that he was there, lost in the feelings and sensations of her own fingers. She slowed her movements and opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on the man in front of her.
He smirked as he watched her continue her ministrations, refusing to be completely disturbed from her activities. Looking into her eyes, he was rewarded with a look of darkest purple lust.
“Welcome, Daughter! ”
His voice is dripped like oil from his lips and she stepped back a step, taken aback by his words. She heard a flutter behind her and turned quickly, catching a sight of something dark behind her. She turned again, the other way this time and again caught sight of the same dark shape. She stopped and reached behind herself, catching something soft and velvety in her hands. She moved her shoulders and the flutter came again.
A look at the man in front of her and she saw him stand and drop his shoulders, spreading a pair of wings behind him. They were black for the most part but when the light caught them, the shone iridescent red. She copied his movement and felt muscles move, spreading her own set. She looked over her shoulder and could identify the same wings, but hers with a purple glow when light shone over them. The colour was so beautiful that it almost took her breath away.
She was distracted again, flexing and folding her wings. He had to admit that with her dark purple eyes and the highlight colour of her wings, mixed with the dark hair, she was enough to stop a mortal’s heart. She would have stopped his, if he had one that was. He coughed again, again bringing her back to reality.
“Daughter, we must leave here! ”
She blinked and nodded. Taking his hand, she stepped up clear of the ether and put her foot on firm ground.
He caught a quick glimpse of pink through the dark curls and bit back a groan as he embraced desire but suppressed it. Now was not the time. They were summoned and must attend as instructed.
Her eyes alighted on everything they touched as she was bombarded with images and items that she had never seen before. Her guide stepped quickly, making her rush behind him, scared in case she was lost in this realm of mystery and delight.
They hurried on, the rock cold and grey, but delightfully so beneath her feet. She did briefly wonder why the man who had greeted her was covered and she was not but decided not to worry about it. She was enjoying the slight movement of air on her skin as she skipped happily along behind him.
She took a moment to look at her guide. His hair, short and well cropped, was dark and shiny, catching the light as they moved and changing to almost white as breaks in the rock formations allowed more light in. He was tall, taller than her, she thought. His body was covered in dark materials, shiny leathers and dark silk, which caught every movement and accentuated it. His wings folded back tight against his back, tucked out of the way. She wondered who he was but contented herself just to follow him for now.
They travelled down corridors, pathways cut deep into the rock and paved with dark marble tiles. She lost track of all the turns and twists that she took, getting slightly more scared that he was leading her into a trap. She was contemplating turning back when they finally entered a large room. Row upon row of cabinets filled the room, rising from the floor to the ceiling and stretching back as far as she could see. Her jaw dropped open, as they kept moving, deeper and deeper into the room. She could see him looking around, his eyes reading the tiny labels on the cabinets they passed. They were small but she tried to read them anyway.
The first sign she had that her guide had stopped was when she walked straight into him, pushing him forward and almost falling herself. He caught her just in time and she smiled up at him. His hand brushed down her body, catching a nipple between his fingers for a second before releasing it. She was relieved that he did not even attempt to brush it off as an accident. That would have been insult. In fact, he did exactly the opposite. His tongue snaked out to lick at his lips, allowing her to see the slightly pointed incisor teeth behind those now wet lips.
His fingers had found her nipple and had rolled it between his fingers, delighting in feeling against his skin. Desire fought his duty. Duty won as he released it and pulled open a cabinet drawer. He flicked through the file tabs, looking for the one he desired. Finally, he recognised the file he wanted and pulled it free. He flicked it open and glanced quickly at the information there. He nodded as his finger traced down the words, trailing what he was reading. He looked at the girl once more, smiling widely and then clicked his fingers. A small stamp appeared in his hand and he banged it down on the paper, marking it in red.
Words and images surrounded her head as she struggled to pick at them, finding meaning and reason for this feeling. She was thrown backwards, sprawling on the ground as the words forced their way into her head, filling her with knowledge and purpose and in a second shattering that innocence she had been created with.
In that instant she knew who and what she was. She looked down at herself and her sprawled form and pulled her legs together, robbing her companion of the view he was quite happily taking in. Standing, she closed her eyes, picturing clothing for herself. She felt warmth wrap around her and when she opened her eyes, she was wearing a black dress, ankle length with a single slit up the side. The man looked slightly amused at her choice of clothing but also slightly annoyed in her change of attire. That could not be helped. She was not here for the benefit of him… She already knew that she had a higher role in life.
Her companion checked the file again and asked, “I do apologize, but I have to check… Do you know who you are? ”
She smiled. It was a cold smile and sent a warm chill though his body.
“I am Nathalia, Daughter to Dominion and Order Succubae. ”
Her voice was haughty and clear as she said the words, taking him back a little. It was that moment that he never expected but always kicked himself for not expecting. The transition from innocent to 'pledged' was always disorientating for him.
“Who am I? ”His next question was a challenge, something he always asked to knock that haughty attitude from their lips.
“You are Dominion, Order Succubae and Father to all Succubae. ”
She didn’t cave as he expected her to, but her voice did take on a wonderfully submissive note. The responses long pre-programmed into the psyche of a succubus. She did contain all the basic programming that he expected in a loyal member of the Order Succubae.
Closing the file, he placed it back in the cabinet and continued walking. He was heading away from the door by which they had entered, further into the room. She followed, knowing where he was going but still not wanting to fall behind him.
Long minutes passed as the only sound that was heard were their footsteps through the deserted filing room. Finally, they reached the other end and passed into a second room of files. On they walked, still not speaking, until they came to another non-descript file drawer. Pulling it open, Dominion homed in on a file and pulled it loose. He checked the name and number and closed the drawer again, taking the file with him.
It wasn’t long before they entered a smaller room, equipped only with a table and some chairs. Dominion took his place at the head of the table opening the file in front of him. He pushed a button on the table, which she had not noticed before and a cascade of mist seemed to flow down on of the walls. An image appeared, fuzzy at first but then surprisingly sharp for such an unusual medium.
Watching the screen, Nathalia looked at the image forming there. She saw a young man, kind of cute, but in that bookish, smart way. He had blond hair and brown eyes and was pouring over a book, making notes in the columns. She watched as he dropped a pencil on the floor only to have a nice young woman, stoop down to pick it up for him. He thanked her and went back to work. Nathalia was disgusted! He hadn’t even sneaked a peak down her blouse. Looking back at Dominion, she waited for him to speak.
“That,” started Dominion, “is Stephen Phillips. He’s to be your new charge. ”
She looked again at the screen. His face at least was pleasant enough. It would give her something to work with.
“He has a destiny and quite a fine one, in the grand scheme of things, however, it doesn’t fit into our plan and that doesn’t work for us. As a member of the Order Succubae, we expect you to corrupt him… Give him a past that will always haunt him. Change his destiny to one of our own making so that he won’t be able to live the one that They planned out for him. ”
Nathalia watched the shiver cross Dominion’s shoulders as he said the word ‘They’. She could hear the capital ‘T’ at the start of the word. Wondering what the destiny was, she looked again at the image on the screen, the past history of her Order flowing through her head and her blood. All she had to do was gently push him in the right direction, get around some of his petty repressions and he would be theirs.
“So, do you think you can handle it? ” Dominion challenged her.
“Of course…” She started. “I am your daughter, aren’t I? ”
Dominion smiled. She had truly inherited the true nature of his clan.
Darkness swirls momentarily, dropping the surroundings into deepest night before releasing it back to the daylight that it was before. Her skin prickled for brief seconds as she adjusted to the world around her. She stretched herself, letting sinew and muscle expand and contract as she reached for that too-blue sky. She had arrived.
Nathalia looked around herself, looking at the surrounding area. Students, or at least that was what she thought they were, walked around her, avoiding her even though they did not acknowledge her existence. They didn’t notice that they were changing their route. Their subconscious simply let them react without informing them of the daemon within their midst. Hideous fashion assaulted her eyes as she looked around. Men and women, boys and girls, gay, straight, everything was on offer here.
‘Well, at least the choices aren’t limited,’ she thought to herself.
Looking for a signpost, she saw the large looming building before her. The library. This would be where her charge would be found. From the brief look she had taken at his life history, she could assume that any time he wasn’t in class that he would be here, studying his short little life away. Didn’t mortals know how short life was and that you had to embrace it before you turned around and it was slipping through their fingers faster than they had ever imagined? How stupid they were.
She concentrated again on her clothing, opting for something more in keeping with the surroundings. It would never do to clash with the social normality around her. She focused on her surroundings and remade herself from the ground up. Gone was the long, black dress, the long, dark hair and even the wings and in their place, golden, blonde hair, impeccably brushed and in pig tails, a cute little school uniform type skirt that barely classified as a belt, a white shirt tied just under her breasts, long white socks that climbed her thighs and black patent-leather shoes with a small heel. She could remake herself into anything she wanted just by thinking about it. However, one part of her stayed constant, a throwback to her daemonic heritage, and that was her eyes. That was beyond her power but she couldn’t say she minded too much.
Patting herself down, she made her way up the steps and into the library building. The smell of books was almost overwhelming as she entered the building, so much knowledge trapped between the pages of these books. She walked on, looking down aisles and peering into corners trying to find her charge.
“Stephen… Stephen… Come out, come out, wherever you are! ”Her voice was melodic as she called out, knowing that no one would pay attention to her, their subconscious’ dismissing her as mere static.
Rounding a corner, she saw him. He was sitting at a table with three books in front of him. His pencil was scribbling furiously as he took notes and then crosschecked them against the other book. Walking forward, she stopped in front of him. She turned her back to him for a moment, and, using her arms, lifted herself up on the table. She spun slightly until she was looking at him again.
Stephen’s face was definitely worth a second look. Brown eyes hid behind gold rim frames that suited his face. Brown hair in a standard style framed his handsome face. A small smile played at his lips every time he worked something out. His lips moved slightly as he wrote his notes in an illegible cursive script.
Nathalia moved closer, turning to lie on the table, her bared skin touching the cold wood. She considered the total package. The desk he was crouched over hid a lot. Knocking a pen gently with her finger, it dropped onto the floor, clattering to draw Stephen’s attention. He pushed the chair back and bent to pick up the pen. He was dressed in a dark woollen sweater and a pair of cream khaki pants which sat well on him. Nathalia smiled. She could definitely work with this. However, what she couldn’t work with was this horrid work ethic thing that he seemed to be suffering with. Yet again, his head was buried in the pages of the books, reading lines from all three and scribbling notes. That would be the first thing to go.
It wasn’t long until she was bored. Watching someone else study could do that to a person. She blew at the pages, making them flutter gently but not quite turn. Stephen put his hand on them, to hold them down against the breeze, looking around for an open window. Watching carefully where his eyes fell, she was disgusted to see that he didn’t stop on any of the girls in that direction. Well, okay, they weren’t that interesting but not even for a second? She would have remembered if his file said that he was gay, wouldn’t she? Looking around, she saw a group of cute guys at the other end of the room. Again, she blew his pages, and again, he looked for a window but didn’t stop on any of the guys. Nathalia was tempted to slam the books shut on him and see if even that distracted him from… What was he reading anyway?
“Middle European Economics During Cold War Era’s,” she read aloud. “How boring! ”
Stephen’s head raised and looked in her direction. Blinking, he looked down again, going back to his boring studies. Nathalia smiled. At least she knew she could get through to him. She looked around, thinking. Further up the table, she saw a brunette sitting and pouring over the text in front of her. Tapping her fingers on the table, she decided. Sliding off the table, she moved over to the girl. She leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“What a terrible draught. ”
The girl looked around, her hand flying to the back of her neck.
“If you stay here much longer, your neck is going to cramp. ”
The girl looked around, presumably for an empty space. She was in luck. There were only two people at this whole table.
“Oh, wow, look at that guy! ”
Nathalia prodder the girl’s subconscious in Stephen’s direction. The girl looked over. Finally, things were going Nathalia’s way.
“He wouldn’t mind if I sat closer to him, would he? ”
Nathalia smiled as the girl bit her lip and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. There was definite attraction there, even without Nathalia’s help on the matter. The girl gathered up her books quickly and moved closer, until she was just across the table from him.
She squealed with delight as Stephen looked up and smiled as the girl took her seat in front of him. Climbing across the table, Nathalia starts on Stephen’s mind.
“She’s pretty. ”
A subtle start but it does make him look up and blush. His dimples dig into his cheek and make him look positively irresistible.
“And she seems to like you…”
Again, Stephen’s eyes flickered back up to the girls face. Their eyes met and they both looked back down at their books. Nathalia pushed Stephen’s pen again, this time in the girl’s direction. His hand flew out to catch it, and so did hers. Their fingers touched and drew away as if caught in Hellfire itself.
“Say hello! ”
Nathalia couldn’t believe that they were taking so long to do more than look at each other. Some people just couldn’t find a hint with two hands.
“Hello…” Stephen stuttered the words out.
The greeting was returned, a broad smile lighting up the girls face.
“She does like you. Why else would she keep smiling? You should take a break… Go for coffee or something! ”
Innocence annoyed Nathalia. Sure, shyness could be endearing but sometimes it just led to awkward situations. She saw his eyes flicker from the girl to his books and back to the girl.
“Fifteen minutes won’t hurt… You’re already ahead of your schedule. ”
Stephen hesitated.
“Go on. Its just coffee. What’s the worst that could happen? ”
She watches his shoulders sag and she knows that she has won. He looked up at the girl. The pen in his right hand tapped rapidly off the table in a nervous gesture. His mouth wrapped around the words but dismissed them before he could actually speak them. Finally, the girl looked up. She glanced at his hand before dropping her gaze to his nervous hand.
“Just say the words… Would you like to join me for a coffee? ”Nathalia sighed.
“Would you like to join me for a coffee? ” Stephen echoed.
“See that wasn’t that hard, now was it? ” Nathalia teased.
“Sure… I’d love to. ” The girl smiled. “By the way, I’m Emily. ”
“Em… Stephen. ” Again, a stutter.
Both heads dropped back to their books as they smile happily. Nathalia lay back on table and waited for them to pack up their books. Finally, they started moving, coming together at the end of the table and letting their fingers touch just briefly. Nathalia would have thought it cloyingly cute if she had not been the one to set it up.
The nearest café was just outside the library. Stephen was the perfect gentleman. He ordered coffees for both of them, dipping into his pocket for both. He let her pick the seats and brought over her beverage, sitting opposite her as they sipped their drinks and started talking. It started with small talk and then grew to more in depth topics as they relaxed with each other. Nathalia sat back and watched her two prospective lovers discuss everything from their college courses, to music, to the cinema.
Every so often, she prompted them, making sure that they touched each other, the shoulder, the arm, hands, even occasionally bumping knees under the table. Fifteen minutes turned into hours and the next thing that they realised was the staff sweeping up around them and coughing indelicately in efforts to make them notice that they were the last two in the place.
Nathalia smiled. It wouldn’t be long now…
“Wow! Look at the time…”
Emily looked at her watch, thinking of the hours that had disappeared while they had sat talking in the café. She really should go home, she had an early class in the morning and her grades couldn’t afford for her to miss it.
Nathalia rolled her eyes. These mortals, you drop a sure thing in their laps and they still ran scared.
“Yeah, it’s getting late…”
Stephen’s hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it as he tried to think of something else to say. On one hand, he knew that he should also go. He did have work to catch up on, after all, but on the other he couldn’t bring himself to part with Emily. He was thanking whatever angel had dropped her into his lap. His hand reached out to take Emily’s hand in his own, pulling her a little closer as he tried to figure out what to do next… Would she freak out if he tried to kiss her? Should he? And if he did… would he go for her cheek or her lips? Tongue or no tongue?
Nathalia sighed and prompted…
“You know there’s a nice bar down the street that is still open. You don’t have to go home just yet…”
Stephen’s eyes lit up as she whispered the words in his ear. Without a second thought, he parroted the words.
Emily’s face lit up, anxious for the chance to spend a little more time with Stephen. She shifted her bag on her shoulder and moved closer, kissing the boy on the cheek. She nodded her agreement and the pair started walking off in the direction of the bar.
Music could be heard every time the door opened. Stephen released her hand long enough to open the door for her. Taking her bag from her, he checked them in the cloakroom, keeping both tickets in his pocket until later. He smiled and led her to the bar, offering to buy her a drink.
He was the perfect gentleman, much to Nathalia’s disgust. She wracked her brain trying to figure out a way to get these two together. She could sit there prompting all evening but that would be rather indirect. There was another way. Much quicker and much more direct. She smiled and prepared herself. Moving up behind Emily, she put her hand on Emily’s shoulder and pushed. Her spirit presence sank through the shoulder. Stepping forward, Nathalia stepped into Emily’s skin, sinking her entire essence into the other woman’s body. Momentary disorientation as she flexed her spirit in its new skin. She faltered in step for a second, drawing Stephen’s attention to his date.
“Are you alright? ” Concern wrapped around his voice as he grabbed her elbow, steadying her.
“Yes, yes… I’m fine, I just stepped wrong. ” Nathalia found it strange that Emily’s voice issued when she spoke.
Stephen bought two drinks, presenting one to Nathalia. She sipped the sweet alcoholic lemonade and looked around. She moved her chair closer to Stephen, until their thighs were touching, smiling at the surprise on his face.
“I’m so glad that I moved today in the library…” Nathalia almost purred into his ear.
Stephen flushed, sipping his drink. “So am I. ”
Nathalia smiled again, continuing the small talk and taking every chance to touch him, arm, hand, wherever she could. Conversation flowed as naturally as when Stephen had actually been talking to Emily. Jokes were swapped. Nathalia took the chance on a particularly funny one, to put her hand on his thigh. She felt the muscles under his skin tense but he made no move to remove the hand. Nathalia looked around the bar and saw a small dance floor at the back. It was a little crowded but that was perfect. She took his hand and started to lead him towards the floor. He looked apprehensive but a smile from her led him on.
‘If I don’t have him after this…’ she thought to herself.
She locked eyes with the DJ and influenced his choice of music. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this right. A dance tune with a heavy beat started spinning up. Nathalia started moving to the beat, circling around Stephen with a slow steady beat, moving her hips seductively. She stepped back, letting her hands run over her body and lingering at her shapely hips. She turned her back to Stephen and backed up until she felt him against her. She ground her ass into his hips and then turned, throwing her arms around Stephen’s neck. He hadn’t so much as moved since he had stepped onto the dance floor. His jaw was hanging open as he watched her and felt her against him.
She took his hands and moved them to her ass as she kept moving her hips to and fro. She moved closer to Stephen, pressing her lips to his and letting her tongue invade his mouth. She felt the momentary surprise in her partner and then felt him reciprocate. His tongue moved against hers and before long they were battling for dominance. Nathalia slipped one of her hands down, past his chest, his stomach, to rest at the joint of his thighs, gripping tightly. It was forward, she knew but she couldn’t pussyfoot around any longer.
Stephen almost stumbled backwards as she grabbed his crotch. Shock grabbed his face and refused to let go of it. He wasn’t used to forward women but… His face flushed as he felt himself harden instantly. He tried to say something but his voice could not do anything bar a strange stutter.
Nathalia made up the difference again and leaned in, rising to her toes to lick his earlobe.
“I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? ” She challenged.
“Eh … no… um…” Stephen tried to take it in stride but he was struggling.
“Good! ”
Nathalia took one of his hands and moved it to her breast, letting him feel that firm globe of flesh through her top.
“Oh… Um…” Stephen’s face was bright purple as he acted on instinct and moved his fingers slightly.
Nathalia smiled, nibbling along the line of his neck.
“I want you…” Nathalia said, again purring into his ear. “Now! ”
Stephen smiled but looked uncertain. Nathalia closed her eyes and concentrated. She allowed some of her succubae pheromones to be released. She knew the reaction that it would cause and that was exactly what she needed.
Stephen’s eyes widened and he pulled her close, grinding himself against her. A feral look crossed his face as the world narrowed to just that woman in front of him. He nipped her lip as he kissed her again, animalistic tendencies getting the better of him.
“Now! ”Stephen growled.
He picked her up and carried her over to the sidewall of the dance floor, almost slamming her against it. She smiled, delighted in the complete turn around that had come over the boy. She could feel his hardness rubbing against her in impressive dimensions. She saw his eyes close and knew that it wouldn’t take much more. However, over his shoulder she could see the three bouncers who had been positioned around the dance floor were heading towards them. To Stephen’s protests, she disentangled herself from him.
Pointing to the bouncers, she says, “Let’s get out of here… Before we get thrown out. ”
Stephen groans but nods.
Nathalia takes his hand and almost running, leads him away from the dance floor and out of the club, the bags they had checked in forgotten. Once outside, she pulled Stephen into another searing kiss. Rain had started to fall since they had entered the bar. She could feel her clothing start to stick to her body as they turned to transparency.
Stephen pulled her on, leading her towards his apartment, stopping every so often to kiss or grope her. His hand had started slipping under her wet top, groping her over her bra
It took about ten minutes for them to get back to his apartment. Stephen fumbled with the key as Nathalia nibbled at the skin at the back of his ear, making his head spin. The door was thrown open and he pulled her inside, slamming the door closed.
She was spun so that she was against the door. Her back slammed into the wood and she growled a little as he approached her again. His fingers tangled in her hair as he plundered her mouth, capturing it as he ran his hands over her wet cold flesh. Nathalia pushed him back; gaining momentary pleasure in the disappointment that crossed his face. Her fingers caught the buttons of her top and she slowly undid them one by one, allowing brief glimpses of skin as she teased him. She pushed the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall in a wet heap on the floor, standing there in her skirt and bra. Her fingers then moved to the catches of her skirt and she undid them, again letting the sodden material fall to the floor. Her skin goose pimpled in the cool air, damp to the touch from the rainstorm.
The slightly feral look had not left his eyes since first inhaling her daemonic scent. She smiled as she realised that her help was no longer needed. The girl, Emily, would still be carried by the possession, the daemonic after taste still lingering in the girls body lowering inhibitions and making her say yes instead of maybe. Nathalia moved Emily’s body forward a step, practically throwing her into Stephen’s waiting arms, as she stayed in place, becoming a spectator where she was once a willing participant.
Emily blinked, looking up at the strong man who had caught her. Her head was overtaken with lusty thoughts, repressed dreams. She didn’t know what was making her say yes, maybe it was the way that they had clicked, that he had said exactly the right things at exactly the right times, that he had been sincere and had not once tried to do anything inappropriate until she had made the first move. She thought for a second. She had made the first. That was most unlike her. She must…
Conscious thought was lost as lips attacked her neck, nuzzling and licking at the sensitive skin. Her hands found place on the wet clothes on his chest as she leaned her head to the side, allowing him more room to roam. Lips rose to the base of her ear, as a tongue licked out at the soft lobe, pushing on her earring. Her own fingers found a path to the bottom of the top he was wearing. Her hands dove under the black sweater and pushed it up until his chest was revealed. She ducked down and shoving the sweater higher, allowed her tongue to flick over the hard muscle of Stephen’s chest, just catching the nipple on the end of the flick. She was rewarded with a moan. She repeated the lick, and again, he moaned. Movement over her head told her that he was fighting with his sweater to get it off over his head. Looking up, she saw that his glasses were skewed. Reaching up, she lifted them clear, folding the legs carefully. Looking around for something to put them on, she spotted a small table off to the side. She bent slightly to put them down, only to feel Stephen move in tight behind her.
Stephen could not help himself. He watched her step away from him and bend slightly. He had to step up behind her, grabbing her hips with his hands and feeling her ass against his crotch. He rubbed himself up and down on her panty-covered ass, fingers digging in to keep her in place. His trousers were getting tighter as blood rushed southwards. He pulled Emily up to standing, letting his hands travel over her skin. One ran upwards, over stomach and chest, coming to rest on the padded cup of her bra. The other ran across her thigh, and up slightly to rest on her stomach.
Emily leaned back into the embrace, the unmistakeable feeling of hard muscle and harder muscle against her back. She closed her eyes as his hands started their descent. First the one on her chest, fingers poking into the cup of her bra, feeling that smooth skin until they encountered the apex. Slight movements with that hand meant that the strap on that shoulder slid from its place, making exploration easier. Two fingers caught her nipple and she sighed happily as they brushed against it. Impatient, the other hand descended slowly, not daring to duck underneath the sheer fabric. She could feel two fingers outside her panties, sneaking between her legs to draw nice circles around her engorged clitoris.
She was wet! He could feel it through the thin material. He could feel her hard nipple with his fingers as he ran the tips of his fingers over it, trapping it occasionally and pulling on it, releasing it and letting it bounce back into place. The cup hinders his movement, annoying him. He took a moment to push it back, out of the way. He pinched at the delicate flesh, enjoying the reaction in the woman in front of him. A small buck of her hips into his and a tiny moan. He kept his other hand moving in circles, feeling the fabric get wetter and wetter as she squirmed against his fingers. He felt bold. Slipping one finger off to the side of the gusset, he wormed his way under the flimsy fabric, making contact with that hot, wet flesh. He felt Emily shiver in his arms as he touched her. Her hips ground into his, making him even harder, if that was at all possible.
She turned, facing him and unfortunately making him remove his hands from her tender regions. She rose to the tips of her toes and kissed him, throwing her arms around him. She smiled as he slid his hands into a new position on her back. She could feel his hands fumbling with the clasps of her bra, trying to undo the two tiny catches that had been so many men’s undoing. She almost considered helping out but couldn’t bring herself to let go of his skin. A sudden feeling of looseness told her that the barrier had been opened and his hands brushed the straps off her shoulders. She stepped back a little and allowed him to remove the clothing completely. She smiled at the gasp and gasped herself as his palms covered her breasts, rubbing stiff nipples with soft skin. Her fingers went to his belt and started to undo it. Next went the buttons of his trousers as she popped them open one by one and slid them down his hips. She bit her lip as she noticed the outline of his arousal underneath the delightfully sweet cartoon infested boxers he wore. Her hand would not obey her until it came to rest on that hard flesh, separated only by that thin sheet of cotton.
His head was spinning, the two hard points in his hands were captivating and he was lost in the sensations. His knees shuddered as her hand went to his erection, cupping it. She was so close but that damned piece of cotton was stopping him from feeling that fantastic feeling of skin on skin. He had to kiss her. He leaned down and taking her face in his hand, he tried his best to devour her lips. He felt her hands slip inside his boxers and finally, that feeling of skin on skin, delicious, forbidden, wonderful, monumental. It was all he could do to hold back on his orgasm. Why the hell had he waited so long for this?
She undid the buttons and slipped her hand inside, drawing out the one item that she wanted to see. It was large, more impressive than it had been when covered and pointed happily towards the ceiling, bobbing a little as they moved. Her hand wrapped around its length. It was smooth, satin like and so, so hard. A marvel of nature. It, the feel, the texture, the promise of what was to come, captivated her. Her hand moved as she watched it, lost in the sensations. She saw muscles tense and clench but she paid no notice to that, revelling in the sensations.
“Oooooo…”
She saw a bead of clear liquid form at the tiny hole. She ran her thumb across it, capturing the liquid on the digit. She raised it to her mouth and licked gracefully. Salty but subtle. She dropped, falling to her knees before him and almost hypnotised, she moved closer. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the head, as she tasted more of the fluid.
Stephen’s knees buckled, forcing him to grab onto something, the bed, the wall, anything to keep from falling. He looked down, seeing that delicate pink tongue twirl around the head of his member, teasing him to the point of insanity. He can feel the liquid inside him bubbling up, threatening to come to the surface far too soon. He can’t quite form the words to ask her to stop.
Nathalia watches from her position on what passed as an armchair in the room, sitting quite happily with one leg thrown over one of the legs and her hand working furiously between her legs. The sexual energy was delicious, ebbing and flowing as the couple moved from one activity to another. She watched the purple waves flow off the pair, revelling in the taste. Her eyes fluttered as she noted the differences in colour. The boy, Stephen was close to black, dangerously close to calling this session’s activity to a close. She smiled and withdrew the succubus scent slightly, giving him a chance to recover. She watched the waves fade to a slightly lighter shade of purple, still dark, and closed her eyes again, working quickly over her engorged clitoris.
Feeling the intense need to orgasm subside; Stephen took a shuddering breath, thankful that they could still continue. Emily’s tongue still caressed his hard organ, dipping down to take it in her mouth and suck hard before returning to her former activity. Stephen took another deep breath and decided to return the favour. Taking her hand from its position on his thigh, he pulled her up, smiling at her pouting face. He pulled her close, kissing those pouting lips and licking at their fullness for entry. She acquiesced and the lips parted allowing him to kiss her passionately, trying to steal her breath away.
She felt him push slightly, manoeuvring her backwards a little until the backs of her knees hit something. Her legs buckled and she found herself bouncing on the bed. She watched Stephen’s smile light up, his eyes twinkling. His gaze was not directed at her face, or even at her naked breasts but instead was directed towards her last vestige of clothing. He knelt in front of her, briefly looking up as if for permission. Like she could deny it now… His thumbs hooked under the sides of the small lacy garment and she felt the first tug. She lifted herself off the bed just slightly as she felt the lace caress her skin in its travels southwards. They slid down her thighs until they were around her ankles. She was bare before him and she didn’t care.
He smiled up at her again, trying to bury his need behind his desire as the aroma assaulted his nostrils. With trembling hands, pushed her legs apart, opening her up to him. He watched as the petals parted opening up for him, already wet with desire. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, giving himself access to that nectar. Leaning in, he placed one long stroke of his tongue on the wet flesh. Moans above him went unnoticed, as he tasted forbidden fruit. His tongue lapped out again, playing over sensitive skin, diving into the very female depths of her. Again and again and again, he covered that flesh with his tongue, licking, teasing, playing. Then he found it. That small button of hypersensitive skin, hidden beneath a veil. His tongue snaked around it, twirling and twisting. Sucking on it, he felt hands go to his hair and dig in. It would have been painful if he had not been preoccupied with other things, barely noticing anything beyond the joint of her thighs and the almost painful throbbing of his own arousal.
“Now… Now… Please… More… Need…”
Disjointed words issued from Emily’s mouth as she begged for more, she wanted his lips on hers, his arms holding her, him buried inside her as she orgasmed, total closeness. She had to push his face back for him to take notice. His eyes locked with hers and finally he knew what she wanted. She scooted back on the bed and pulled him to her. She kissed at his face, shiny with her juices, tasting them on his lips and tongue. The taste drove her wild as she pulled him close. Her legs wrapped around him as she rubbed herself against his straining erection, brushing her clitoris against the tip. She sighed, happily.
His hand worked his erection, barely daring to touch it as he tried to align it with the waiting and willing hole. He didn’t want to hurt Emily by going to fast but he could barely hold back. He felt it dip inside and her legs wrap around him, urging him on. He tried to go slow, really he did, but he just had to sink the entire length in. Warm velvet wrapped around him and trapped him as he entered her. Nails raked his back as Emily bucked under him, obviously enjoying the sensations as much as he was. He held his hips still for a few seconds, savouring the moment and letting her adapt. She was tight and enveloping. Then slowly, he started to move. Small movements at first, just an inch or two at a time but the sensations overtook him and he started a frantic pace. Banging in and out of her as she called out his name in absolute ecstasy. Her teeth found his shoulder and she bit down to stop from screaming loudly enough to wake the entire block.
Nathalia watched from the sidelines, her view perfect. She saw the pole of flesh emerge on every stroke, wet and shiny. She saw it bury itself deep inside the girl again bringing both pleasure. Purple approached black again as both mortals worked their way to their inevitable conclusions. Her own hand, still making furious tracks around her clitoris was almost invisible as it blurred in movement. Her other hand was pulling at one of her nipples, helping her towards her own orgasm.
Muscled strained and tightened in both of them as their bodies went rigid. Gasps of pleasure echoed around the room. Stephen’s balls tightened and released, emptying into the willing receptacle. Emily’s internal muscles quivered and clenched as reality caught up with her body and pushed her over the edge. Nathalia screamed unheard pleasure as her charge apexed, blurring into reality for a split second as she lost her control. Then everything relaxed. Hardness turned to jelly as Stephen almost came crashing down on the girl below him, only at the last moment changing his course to lie beside her. Their skin was hot and flushed, wet with the exertion of their lovemaking, no, of their sex. Breath came in ragged form as all three tried to take deep breaths but had to settle for short, shallow breaths as their hearts worked double-time to redistribute appropriated blood.
Stephen’s arm came up to wipe his brow as he panted. Amazement settled on him. He finally knew what he was missing… And he wanted more. He felt his wilting member settle on his thigh as he calmed down. Words could not describe how he felt. Feelings didn’t cover it. He pulled Emily into his arms as he lay there; pressing kisses to her forehead, letting his eyes close and sleep slowly caress him.
Emily was not far behind him, exhausted by the evening. She looked at the man holding her and his peaceful features. She kissed him once, almost chastely before closing her eyes and letting sleep take her.
Nathalia relaxed, closing her legs and straightening her clothes. She allowed a little of her essence to flow free, making sure that both of them had nothing but the most erotic dreams, a reward for following her guidance.
An island of serenity in the midst of madness. That was how he appeared. All around him, they buzzed. Files, paperwork in their hands as they rushed. But still he sat, calm and unmoving in a large, comfortable armchair. Clicking his fingers, everything stopped. One of the runners approached cautiously, looking at the man. A whispered word and the runner was off, speeding down the corridor with lightening speed to carry out the man’s request. Another couple of seconds passed and the bustle started again.
The runner rounded a corner, the papers that he had forgotten to put down went flying as he smacked straight into the chest of the person he had been sent to find. He looked up, blinking as light assaulted his eyes. The figure in front of him reached out a hand, helping the runner to his feet. A warm glow surrounded the runner as he took that hand. He looked up into the face but could not see any features. Quickly he stooped, anxious to pick up his file. The figure stooped too. The runner felt a wave of apology wash over him as the file was placed back in his hands. Lips opened to relay the message but nothing came out, nothing was necessary it seemed as a wave of knowing wrote it’s way into him mind. That warm, all encompassing light touched his face briefly and the runner almost forgot what he had been doing. A gentle push and he was back, running down corridors again.
Standing for a moment and watching the little man depart, the figure sent a message of acknowledgement towards his summoner as he started on his way. The corridors were funny things. One could never hide behind an assumed form in the corridors, only the true nature of the being walking there could be seen. The unfortunate side effect of this was that encounters like the one that just happened were common. The figure sighed in faintest blue and started towards his new destination.
He stepped up to the doorway, bracing himself for the momentary discomfort that he knew would come with the first step through. A step through and he could feel his body take form around him. Heaven was a funny place. Memories fuelled images. On stepping through a door into one of the many chambers, one formed into whatever the last incarnation had been. Time was forgotten as instinct took over. The man in the doorway knew this but still the disorientation almost overcame him with being reformed. Strong blonde hair came to rest past his shoulder blades, and blue eyes blinked as they remembered how to see.
Momentarily blind, he whispered something as he placed faith where it belonged. Colour and sound fluttered around him and eyes opened to view the hive of activity that was the monitoring room. He stretched, flexing muscles that he had forgotten existed, before walking forward.
He approached his summoner. The man, grandfatherly in appearance with white hair, twinkling blue eyes and a short-cropped beard, sat in a battered, red leather chair, older than memory and well worn in. He looked down at the file in his hand over half moon glasses with gold rims. A cup of what smelled like coffee sat on the small table beside the chair.
“Balthion, my boy. How are you? ”
Even the man’s voice was grandfatherly, soft, but strong, filled with mirth and mischievousness. A smile naturally rested on his lips and he placed the file to one side. Everyone in Heaven knew this man, Kheramite, and everyone at one time or other had come into contact with him. The newly called encountered him when he sifted their number for new recruits to his Guardian Corps.
“I’m good, sir. ” Balthion, the summoned, replied.
“Good, good. ”The older man replied, standing up.
Balthion fell into step with the old man, as he started walking, hands clasped behind his back as he picked a slow leisurely gait. No words were exchanged for a while, comfortable silence falling between the two as they walked.
“Free will is a wonderful thing,” Kheramite began, “They have so much to do, to see, to experience before settling down into their destinies. They have lives to lead and only occasionally do we cross their paths. Even then, we only do it to preserve free will, to help them make the choices that they have been blinded to by Them. ”
Balthion had heard variations of this speech a hundred times but it still got to him. The glory and awe at the Divine Plan often laid him low when he considered the intricate threads that were delicately woven together to produce life and love, beauty and honour.
Clicking his fingers, a file appeared in Kheramite’s hand. Opening it, he called up a screen, which flickered to life as they watched. A city appeared, a skyline view. Balthion could not place it. Slowly the view shifted, zooming in and in until only a single building was visible. The image kept moving, closer and closer, passing through the wall and into a small room. Balthion blushed bright red when he saw the view that the screen had settled on. His eyes sought the ground as intimate noises filled the small room.
“This…” Kheramite pointed to the young boy currently tangled in the limbs of a beautiful girl, “…Is Stephen. Stephen goes to college, studying Economic Engineering. His grades are good. His mind is sharp. He had no problems until yesterday. Although, I’m sure that his mind is not seeing the situation as a problem. ”
Balthion looked lost as he tried to filter out the sounds, almost involuntarily turning his head away from the screen to watch Kheramite. Kheramite pointed him back towards the screen. The view shifted and someone else was showing. Balthion flushed again as he saw a figure in a lewd pose sitting on the armchair.
“I’m not sure…”
Balthion began, stammering in what was the angel’s equivalent of embarrassment.
“Look closer, boy. ”
Kheramite again pointed him back towards the screen.
Balthion looked at the image, trying not to focus on what the girl was doing. Sure enough, he saw what Kheramite wanted him to see. An ethereal echo of dark wings stretched out from the girls back and daemonic energy surrounded her. Revulsion briefly overtook Balthion, not for the daemon, because he was taught to love all things, but rather for the fact that they dared to interfere with such a perfect thing as life.
“Easy, lad. ” Kheramite’s hand reached out along with his words, resting on his shoulder. “It’s their way, you know that. They interfere to get their own way, until they are in the ascendance, then we come in and put the balance back in life, and hopefully before too much damage can be done. ”
Balthion looked on and Kheramite kept talking.
“This young man has great potential but if he gets lost now, it will be gone. You’re going down there, Balthion, to straighten this mess out. ”
Balthion nodded, listening as Kheramite briefed him on the situation and what exactly he would be up against. Graphic detail was laid out and the viewings of the current and past activities flowed through him. Divine opinion and counterpoints made themselves known to him as knowledge, one of the sacred precepts, poured into his mind and being. Discomfort faded as he acknowledged that this special act was part of The Plan but that did not help with the embarrassment. His mind swam with descriptions and images, confessionals and admissions. This information dump almost dropped him into overload as his senses struggled to make order out of chaotic sequences.
The basics explained, in simplest terms, Kheramite stood up to begin the rest of his education. Balthion had never strayed further than Faith while in his time with the Guardian Corps. His missions were mostly restoring people’s places in The Plan after they faltered and lost their place on the path. This would be a challenge but there was not a doubt in his mind that this was the angel for the job. With that thought squarely stored in his mind, Kheramite pushed on.
His cheeks never changed from a deep red colour as Kheramite told him exactly what he was up against, the trials he would face, or at least what trials other angels have faced in this same situation, and exactly what the Succubus and her kind were capable of. When he was done, Balthion bowed his head and retreated, his mind swimming with information. He needed some time to be alone and simply wrap himself up in the Divine Glory before beginning his journey.
An angel’s innocence was a very precious thing, thought Kheramite. He just hoped that Balthion would be able to put his aside, temporarily, to deal with this interfering daemon.
He stirred, turning towards the warm body beside him and wrapping his arms around it. Pulling himself close, he pressed a kiss to the warm, sun-drenched skin as he moulded himself around her body and fell back to sleep.
Nathalia watched this little exchanged, looking up from the book in her lap. It really was a most interesting read, and not a bad insight into the mind of its author, Stephen. She was glad that she had decided to take a look around the room while the copulating pair had been passed out with exhaustion. She picked at the handwritten pages, reading the secrets contained within the pages of the bound book. Fantasies, dreams, idle thoughts all written down on the smooth lined pages leapt out Nathalia, giving her ideas and letting her plan her strategy.
She crawled over beside the sleeping couple, up onto the bed, placing herself just to the side of her charge and started stroking his ear. Her finger brushed back the hair as she leaned down, reciting word for word one of the boy's fantasies. Her voice was little above a purr. Stephen stirred a little, torn between turning towards the voice and the woman in his arms. Nathalia watched as the half erect member, trapped between the bodies started to grow and lengthen as she whispered in his ear. A quick push and it was trapped between the two bodies. Emily nestled back. Nathalia smiled and pinched both of them, waking them from sleep in an instant.
Suddenly started awake, Stephen groans, closing his eyes again against the invading light. He stretched, feeling warm skin beside him and holding it close to him. Fading recollections of dreams clung to his mind as he tried to remember the previous night. He remembered the library, the coffee shop, the club and then the culmination of the night's pleasures. Dreams had seemed especially vivid last night as well. Familiar fantasies no longer out of reach of his arms. He recalled one in particular, the one just ending as he woke. He replayed the dream again, feeling his organ twitch a little as he got to the interesting bits. Emily turned and smiled. Stephen smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss.
Emily moved in closer, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him in return. She felt something hard up against her belly and looked down. She smiled as she saw Stephen's hardness rub against her. She moved back a little and wrapped her hand around it, starting to stroke it slightly.
Stephen moaned at the sensations, still not used to the closeness that he was being subjected to. He watched as Emily moved, getting on her hands and knees beside him to bend down and lick at the shaft. She wiggled, trying to support herself and take him in her mouth. Her head dipped and he felt that smooth wetness engulf him. He moved slightly, reaching up with his hand to feel her centre. His finger slipped between moistening lips as he hunted for his prize. He felt the small nub against his fingers as he brushed past it. Vibrations resounded along his organ, making him stop his explorations for a second. Hard suction and soft moans, together made him lie back, closing his eyes. His fingers moved in small circles, almost absently as he lost himself in that fabulous mouth. This was definitely a good way to wake up.
Emily worked hard, moving up and down on the hard shaft, trying to remember everything that Cosmo had ever taught her about going down on a boyfriend. The word was weird, alien to her. Did she have a boyfriend? What that what this was? Before last night, she would never have considered doing what she was currently doing to a guy that she had just met the previous evening…Of course, she would never have considered jumping straight into bed with him either. The whole thing had happened so fast, but the nightclub, the trip back here…It made her head spin. Her head bounced up and down as she struggled to keep her teeth away from the sensitive skin. Every so often she lowered her head too much and ended up almost gagging as the shaft hit the back of her throat. Exploring fingers made her moan as she felt herself getting hotter and hotter.
Stephen bit his lip as he held back the sensations. If she kept this up much longer, he would not be able to hold back. Her tongue was licking along the underside of his shaft, concentrating on the places that made him moan. He needed something else to focus on, something else barring the fantastic sensations currently emanating from his groin. Making an effort, he moved the circling finger away from Emily's clitoris and inserted it into her wet opening, starting to move it in and out as he moved his thumb to her clitoris, rubbing back and forth over the swollen nub. He smiled, watching her back arch. He moved slightly, watching his fingers at work. He saw the flesh, clench and tighten around his fingers. But that was not the only thing. Just above where his fingers had entered her, was a rosy ring of tight muscle, flexing and clenching with his movements. One of his fingers reached out, teasing the muscle. He felt Emily freeze the second his finger touched the muscle but he was transfixed. Again, he brushed the muscle with his finger. It clenched tighter.
Nathalia watched the play between the two. Emily had stopped what she had been doing, looking back at Stephen as Stephen played with her ass. Nervousness played across her face as she bit her lip, uncertainty showing clear. Nathalia moved forward, leaning down to whisper in Stephen's ear.
"You know you want to… It's so tight. Just one finger. "
Stephen nodded slightly, pulling his other finger from its sheath. He saw the wetness covering it. Surely that would be wet enough. He ran the finger around the ring of muscle before centring it on the tiny opening. A little pressure and he started to feel some give, before it tightened up again. Momentary confusion circulated before he realised that it had been Emily who had tightened up. He looked up at the girl, smiling at her.
"It's okay. Just relax. "
"But…"
"It'll be good… Please…"
Emily looked at the face smiling down at her. Biting her lip, she nodded. She had gone this far; a little further couldn't hurt could it. Fingers found her clitoris again, distracting her as that finger pressed against her ass again. She tried to relax, really she did, but the feeling of wrongness wouldn't stop.
Stephen pushed, feeling the muscle fight him. Pinching her clitoris between two fingers, he tried to distract her. He felt momentary give and took his opportunity, sliding his finger in deeper until it was in to the first knuckle.
"No, Stephen. I don't like this. "Emily's voice was a little whiney as she said it.
"She just needs to relax more. " Nathalia whispered in Stephen's ear. "You want this. You need this. Just a little more. "
"It's okay, Emily. Just relax. You'll enjoy it, I promise. "
Stephen seemed focused on her ass. Discomfort throbbed. This was not fun.
"Stephen. No! "Emily tried for authoritative but fell short.
She moved drawing away from his questing fingers. He looked lost as she looked down at him.
"What the…”He started. "Emily… What the hell did you move away for? "
"Stephen, I told you that I wasn't enjoying it. "
"What a whiney little bitch. Couldn't even wait a few more minutes before complaining. You hadn't even started doing anything yet. "Nathalia commented from her position on the bed.
Stephen opened his mouth to say something more, but shut it again, his better judgement kicking him before he could say what he was thinking.
"I'm sorry, Emily. It's just…It was so hot to see. "
Emily blushed, changing position to sit back down, facing Stephen.
"I didn't mean to do anything to make you uncomfortable. "Stephen dropped his head, looking off to the side, not meeting her eyes.
"It's okay," A slightly hurt tone in her voice. "You were just trying something new. "
Stephen looks up at her again, a little smile on his face. "Let me make it up to you? "
Emily looked slightly dubious but agreed. Stephen rose and placing his hands of either side of her face, kissed her deeply, slowly, lovingly almost. He moved her, placing her down on the bed, her head on the pillow. With one hand, he massaged her between her thighs, tickling her clitoris, rubbing it furiously until she was moaning out loud. He gathered both of her hands in his and pinning them to the pillow above her head, he leaned in and stole a kiss. He moved until her legs were outside his, trapped open. With one thrust of his hips, he entered her, diving home in the first movement.
Emily's eyes open wide with the force of his thrusts and then settle back closed as she waited for him to move. She was still sore from the previous night and the sudden onslaught hurt a little bit. Biting her lip again, she felt him move in and out, pounding her tight channel as he took what he wanted. This was different from last night. What had happened to the man she had been with?
Nathalia perched right by his shoulder, one hand on his arm as she whispered in his ear, telling him what to do, awakening those darkest desires that everyone locks deep inside themselves and refuses to acknowledge. He was doing this for himself and nothing more. She smiled as she drew his sexual energy away from him as she fed. It tasted different this morning, stronger, more potent, darker, not like the refined innocence she had tasted last night.
"This is for you," she whispered. "Take what you want. She denied you earlier. She teased you and then snatched it away. Show her who is in charge. "
Stephen's eyes hardened as he followed her advice. Hard long strokes. Fingers gripping her wrists hard. She cried out.
Nathalia leaned down, whispering in her ear.
"Enjoy it. This is what you deserve. He's giving you what you want. "
Emily's head shook from side to side, but Nathalia's words sunk in. Reinforcement meant that she started to believe them deep inside her. She just looked straight forward, her face impassive. When she saw Stephen's eyes open to look down at her, she forced a smile, still silently hoping that he would realise that it was forced. She watched his mouth open in silent screams as he thrust in especially deep, holding himself still as he unloaded his seed deep inside her. She dutifully kissed him back when he leaned down, a large grin on his face. When he had pulled out, she shuffled over, giving him room to lie down beside her. She turned slightly, her back to him as she rubbed her wrists. Stephen, she knew, was on cloud nine, still caught up in the moment and getting his breath back.
Nathalia sat back, smirking. It had begun.