Dangerous Virtues
by Marie Noire
Prologue
London, England
1850
"That's it, young one. Take it. You know what to
do." his rough, passion-laced voice urged as he lay naked under her
partially clothed form, almost writhing with desire.
Mercy Kyle smiled seductively as she ran her tongue over
Jack's chest and stomach, deliberately teasing his rigid sex with her
fingers. Her flame red curls of hair
brushed the insides of his thighs as she lowered her mouth to him, licking over
the tip. Her strange, violet eyes met his
for a second before she closed her lips around him and slid down. Jack arched up, so much like a cat as he
hissed his pleasure through clenched teeth.
Her tongue worked magic on him from within the hot, wet cavern of her
mouth, bringing him to the edge of lust skillfully without pushing him over.
"Enough... for once, represent your name well."
he cried out in a hoarse whisper, his hands pushing her back.
"Which name?
Mercy? Or shall I kill you and
keep tabs with my sobriquet? I rather
like being called The Black Widow, you know." she asked, releasing him
from her mouth, but now using the crevice between her breasts instead. "I think I also like having the
infamous Jack the Ripper in the palm of my hand... quite literally."
"Ah... and does that serve to pleasure you, young
one? Does power arouse you?" he
asked, taking control once more by turning her onto her back and using his
ever-present knife to slice her petticoat down the middle, exposing her sex to
his view. She still wore her thigh-high
stockings of black silk, which only served to arouse him more. His lust close to overpowering, he shoved
her legs apart, a move she had been prepared for, using her hands and back to
raise her hips, flaunting herself for inspection.
He paused for barely a second before lowering his head,
his tongue tracing the cleft between her legs.
Mercy leaned her head back, closing her eyes and moaning softly.
"Mind if I join in?" came a female voice from
the doorway.
Jack sat bolt upright, poised in the act of pushing into
Mercy's wetness. His knife once again
in hand, he paid little heed to his nudity and glared at the intruder.
"Who are you?
How did you find this place?" he demanded, aware mostly of the fact
that his enemy was a slender silhouette of a woman, who approached slowly.
"Nobody." she answered, stepping into the dim
light of a few candles. She was the
same age and height as Mercy, but whereas Mercy was well-endowed and voluptuous
with a shock of brilliant red curls, this woman was slight and willowy, with a
waterfall pale golden hair. Although
she looked weak and fragile, Jack knew that she was no blushing maiden, for her
exposed arms were tanned and as muscled as any woman had a right to be. "Just a lady looking for some
action. Who else should I seek out for
that but Jack the Ripper and his lovely apprentice?"
Before Jack could form any sort of a reply, the strange
girl was upon him, her hot mouth over his sex, one long-fingered hand cupping
the twin sacs heavy with need. He laid
his head back, opening his eyes to find Mercy's pink, glistening womanhood bare
inches away, above him. Straining
upwards, he found he could reach the little pearl buried within the wet folds
of skin. Mercy's hands came down,
pinning his hands to the bed so that he couldn't have moved if he'd wanted
to. The stranger's mouth was hot and
urgent, coaxing him quickly to the edge and over it for what seemed like a
thousand times.
In response, Jack doubled his efforts on Mercy, thrusting
his tongue inside of her and tasting the heady wine that flowed from
within. Mercy rocked her hips back and
forth, thrusting against his face as he did the same to the stranger. He heard Mercy scream at last, felt her
start to shake frantically as she came.
Two women at once, both stunningly beautiful... he
couldn't hold back any longer. He broke
his hands free of Mercy's capture, burying his fingers into the stranger's
thick tresses of gold and pulling her head into him, forcing her to take him
deeper in her mouth. Her teeth raked on
him in response, the pain blending with the pleasure until he couldn't tell
them apart anymore. He pushed against
her fiercely, spilling his seed down her throat with a rough shout to the
heavens.
He collapsed, blind after such pleasure and panting for
breath like a man who had just run a race against Hermes. Vaguely, he felt Mercy lay next to him, her
breathing as erratic as his. His
fingers found an erect little nipple easily and he pinched it, stopping the
pressure just short of causing her true pain.
A moan-tinged gasp escaped her lips in response and she rolled away
slightly, her signal to stop.
Reality seeped back in and Jack sat up at last, staring
at the blonde-haired woman who had interrupted his intercourse with Mercy so
wonderfully. She smiled back at him
smugly, seating herself in a chair.
"By the way... how are you, Mercy?" she spoke
at last, glancing at her nails in a bored fashion, as though she had just
finished a quilting bee rather than an impromptu menagé-trois with London's
most wanted serial killer.
"Jack the Ripper... meet my cousin, Patience Kyle,
known by American pioneers as The Black Scorpion." Mercy smiled.