Title:         Carnivorous Whisper (1/?)
Authors:    Diane and Chris (aka Anja Lapp and Ginger Snapp)
Rating:      NC-17 for sexual situations
Summary:  A young woman enters a whole new world...
Feedback:  Hell yes!


The pilot announced that we were making the final approach to the airport, 
and I plucked nervously at the arm of my seat.  This was the first real 
vacation I'd taken in as long as I could remember.  Once out of college, I'd 
started working in the finance department of a major corporation based out of 
New York City, and between the long hours and trying to make the exorbitant 
rent on my one bedroom apartment, I hadn't had either the money or the time 
to ever go any where before now.  Actually, this was the first time I'd even 
been on a plane and now here I was on my way across the Atlantic Ocean on the 
insistence of an old college roommate.

I laughed to myself as I remembered that conversation from almost a month 
ago.  I'd called Eva, who'd returned to Germany after graduation, just to say 
hello.  We'd kept in touch through letters and the occasional late night 
telephone call, and were still close friends.  That day had been an 
exceptionally bad day at work, and the stress I was feeling was evident in my 
voice. Eva had asked what was bothering me and before I knew it, I was 
telling her all about how difficult my job was, how I never had any time for 
myself anymore - how I hadn't even had a date in over three months.  She'd 
laughed at that and said that what I really needed was to 'get laid'.  I'd 
snorted at her oversimplified solution to my problems and pointed out that 
since I was still a virgin, her approach wouldn't work for me.  It wasn't 
that I was particularly religious or prudish, it was more the simple fact 
that I'd never met anyone who'd made me think twice about my choice.  She'd 
laughed again, but hadn't pursued the topic any further.  

As the conversation progressed, I remembered one of the things I'd wanted to 
ask her when I'd first called.  Another friend, this one American, had given 
me a tape some time back of a German band called OOMPH, who he'd sworn was 
popular over in Europe.  I'd fallen in love with the harsh, yet melodic 
music, and the voice of the singer - my God, it had blown me away.  
Unfortunately, the one CD was the only one he'd been able to find, since they 
didn't have a distributor in North America, and I'd been forced to listen to 
the same songs over and over.  I was dying to hear more and I figured that, 
being as she was German herself and liked similar music,  Eva might be able 
to track them down for me and ship me some new CDs.

"Eva, have you ever heard of the band OOMPH?"  There was a pause at the other 
end of the phone and when she finally answered, her voice had an odd tone to 
it.

"Why?"

"Well, a friend gave me a tape of their music and I'm completely in love.  
The singer's voice absolutely kills me."  The sound of choking could be heard 
before she managed to speak.

"You mean Dero." 

"So you have heard of them!" Just the sound of his name alone sent a shiver 
down my spine.  It matched his voice perfectly.

"Heard of them? Shit, I know them!  We go way back."  There was another 
pause, longer this time.  I knew Eva, and I could almost hear her mind 
formulating a new plan of attack.

"Listen, do you have any vacation time left?" Yes, her voice definitely had a 
new sense of purpose to it.

"Since I haven't taken any of it yet, I have three weeks owed me.  Why?" Now 
I was suspicious.

 "Well, I was thinking that we haven't seen each other in a long time, and 
you've never even been out of New York.  Why don't you take your vacation 
time and come over here to Germany - I'll show you the sights and, since 
you're so interested in OOMPH, they have a show coming up next month.  I'll 
speak to Dero and have him get us backstage passes, and I can introduce you 
to the band.  What do you say?"  Feeling fed up and overwhelmed by the 
stagnation in my life, I found myself agreeing before I'd even thought about 
it.

"Alright - if you're sure it won't be any trouble for you?"  I heard a 
muffled snicker from the other end of the line.

"Oh, no trouble at all - it'd be my pleasure."  Things had steamrolled 
quickly after that and I'd soon found myself on a plane and on my way to 
Germany.

My reminiscing was rudely interrupted as the wheels of the plane touched the 
tarmac and I was jerked into my seatbelt.  Shaking my head and wiping sweaty 
palms on the seat's arms, I retrieved my carryon bag from the overhead 
compartment and exited the plane.  Eva was waiting outside the gate and 
started waving wildly when she saw me.

"Nina! Nina, over here!" I smiled as we embraced.  Eva looked virtually the 
same as I'd remembered her - her brown hair still hung about her face in 
unruly, ragged tufts that on anyone else might've looked like a supremely bad 
hair day.  Yet somehow, she gave it a more avant-garde effect - the look 
actually flattered her blue-gray eyes, fine features and pale skin.  She took 
the suitcase from my hand and led me out of the airport to her car.  As I 
settled into the seat and started to put on my seatbelt, she dropped the bomb.

"I was wrong about the date of the show - it's tonight."

"Tonight?! I haven't even unpacked!" I cried, feeling panicked and entirely 
unprepared.  She laughed at the expression on my face and smiled secretively.

"Oh don't worry - just iron a blouse and throw some jeans on, you'll be 
fine!"  Despite my misgivings, I could feel the excitement and anticipation 
settle into a ball in the pit of my stomach.  Finally, I was going to have a 
face to match to that voice...


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We entered the dimly lit club and my first impression was of a sea of people. 
 The club was absolutely packed and I was elbowed and jostled as Eva pulled 
me through the crowd to about ten feet from the front of the stage.  She left 
me standing there, only to return a moment later with two beers.  She thrust 
one into my hand, and turned back to the stage.  I looked around me - the 
club was fairly small and people were pressed tightly together.  It varied a 
little, but for the most part, the crowd appeared to be our age, and equally 
mixed between male and female.  Everyone was casually dressed in everything 
from jeans to leather, and tattoos and piercings seemed to be in the 
majority.  Definitely not a Carnegie Hall kind of crowd.  Out of the corner 
of my eye, I could see Eva staring at me intently.  I started to turn to face 
her, when the lights went out completely and from the stage came the sound of 
a slow keyboard swell and then a voice - that voice - whispering.

"Fütter das weisses Licht fur mich..." A series of drumbeats and then they 
launched into the song, and the lights came up.  There he was.  The man who's 
voice had been in my dreams for months now.  I would've settled for just the 
voice, but as fate would have it, he was absolutely amazing looking as well.  
The way his dark hair swept back off his forehead, the narrow brows only 
further emphasizing his incredible brown eyes, the high, angular cheekbones 
tapering to soft, sensuous 
 lips - all if it combined completely floored me.  The shadow of a beard only 
accented the strong angle of his chin, and I could just make out the glint of 
metal reflecting off his right eyebrow, left nostril and under his lower lip 
- obviously, he too was one of the majority.  He was wearing a white dress 
shirt, and the sleeves hung unbuttoned as he grasped the microphone between 
both hands and leaned into it.  His eyes raked the crowd, and I could see Eva 
waving out of the corner of my eyes.  Continuing to sing, he smiled in 
acknowledgment and I could almost feel his eyes as he turned his gaze on me.  
The moment our eyes met, I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole, 
where nothing else mattered.  All I could focus on was the deep warm 
chocolate eyes that were boring into me, and the rest of the club just faded 
away to nothing.  Finally, with another slight smile, he turned his eyes to 
the rest of the audience, as the song wound down to a close.  As I slowly 
came back to myself, I could almost hear Eva snickering next to me, and I 
felt a surge of embarrassment that my momentary loss of control had been 
noticed.  But when the next song started, all of my self-consciousness went 
out the window and I let myself be swept away by the sound of Dero's voice 
and the raw energy of the music.


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 The voices grew louder as we walked down the murky corridor.  Knowing I 
would be in the same room, possibly even in the same conversation with that 
man made my stomach drop.  Eva grabbed onto my arm and continued to lead me 
in the direction of the light that peered out through a crack in the door.

"Relax - they're just normal people," she whispered as she leaned closer.

I knew they were people, but normal?  Definitely not average.  As we grew 
nearer, the door suddenly opened and three drunken girls staggered out, 
slurring and giggling, and I couldn't understand what was being said.  One of 
them waved a vague hand in Eva's direction and she fired off something in 
rapid-fire German that got them all laughing.  I just smiled awkwardly.  As 
we entered the room, I had to squint - my eyes were used to the shady club 
setting and needed to adjust to the well-lit room.  There were a couple of 
couches around the perimeter of the room, with people draped all over them - 
drinking, smoking, laughing and fondling each other.  There was another group 
standing in one corner, but I didn't see him.  Eva saw the quick flash of 
disappointment on my face and reassured me that he was still in the vicinity 
and not to worry, I'd meet him soon enough.  I still couldn't believe she 
actually knew him.  A man like that wasn't real.  He was far too 
intoxicating.  Between his hypnotic stare, beautiful skin and the voice of a 
fallen angel, he had me completely consumed.  Eva was always talking about 
the men in her life but I never pictured them to be like this.  She was the 
confident type, always sure of the strength of her presence.  I just hoped 
she wasn't kidding me when she'd said that he would like me.

"Eva!"  I heard her name shouted from the group in the corner.  There was a 
man leaning out from the others, motioning for us to join them.  I recognized 
him as being the drummer of the band, and if I hadn't already been completely 
absorbed with Dero, I might've found myself torn between the two of them.  He 
had amazing blue eyes and a face that was very easy on the eyes, almost 
model-like in its rugged perfection.  He greeted Eva with a kiss on both 
cheeks.  Then she introduced me.  His name was Christoph, and he smiled and 
politely kissed me on the cheek as well.  He was friendly enough, but it was 
clear that he was more than interested in Eva.  I then recognized two more 
men as members of the band, as they came over to hand Eva and I beers, and 
then turned away to join in another conversation with some people behind us.  
Before I knew it, Christoph had his hand around Eva's waist and was kissing 
the back of her neck.  She'd closed her eyes and leaned back into his 
embrace, and it was obvious that they weren't foreign to each other.  I felt 
incredibly strange and uncomfortable just standing there and not joining in 
the conversations, but my German was quite rusty and besides, they were all 
speaking way too fast for me to keep up.  While scanning the room again, I 
noticed a couch had emptied out.  
 Relieved to find a temporary escape, I made my way over and sat down.  It 
was nice to rest my legs, being that I had been standing for the past four 
hours and was beginning to feel the effects of the much higher alcohol 
content in the European beer.  About five minutes had passed, when a hand 
suddenly came to rest on my shoulder from behind me.  I looked up, only to 
see that the hand belonged to him.  My voice froze in my throat.  I felt both 
shocked into complete immobility, and yet my insides felt as if they'd been 
set afire.  He was even more beautiful at an arm's length away than on stage. 
 His hair was wet and his chest bare.  His eyes drilled into mine and with a 
slow movement of his head, he motioned for me to follow him.  I stood up on 
shaky legs and trailed behind him.  I couldn't help but stare at the way the 
muscles of his back moved as he walked ahead of me - the tattoos on his 
shoulder blades and biceps only serving to heighten the intrigue I felt 
inside.  My eyes drifted downwards to the way his low-waisted jeans hugged 
his firm buttocks.  His boots seemed to make no noise on the wood floor as we 
walked towards the door to the adjoining room.  As we passed where Eva and 
Christoph were leaning against the wall, she opened her eyes long enough to 
see us and gave me a smirk.  She was right, he was still here.

The room was small - the expanse of the white walls barren and unbroken 
except for the chipped paint revealing the old graffiti underneath.  There 
was a large mirror on the wall that seemed to be resting on a shelf covered 
with empty beer bottles and the remnants of a meal.  This was apparently the 
dressing room, and Dero must have been occupying this space for some time, 
given the overflow of cigarettes in the ashtray.  There were two folding 
chairs and a makeshift table standing in front of a red couch that had seen 
better days.  My eyes were drawn to the small shower stall in the corner - 
well that explained his 'just showered' look.  Dero sat down on the couch and 
looked up at me, only to move his eyes down to the empty space beside him.  
He had yet to speak a word, and yet his meaning was clear.  I was hesitant 
and nervous, but swallowed slowly and sat down next to him.  Desperately 
trying to remain calm, I took a quick sip of my beer, as I watched him place 
two cigarettes in his mouth and light them.  He removed one and held it out 
to me.  I swallowed my beer around a suddenly tight throat and said, "Thank 
you."  He responded with a nod.  I held the beer tightly in my left hand and 
smoked with my right, hoping that he wouldn't notice the way my hands were 
trembling.  He stared at me through halflidded eyes, as the blue-gray smoke 
lazily curled upwards and quickly filled the room.  I could feel his eyes 
piercing my skin, crawling through me, seeing all that I had inside.  I 
couldn't help but wonder if Eva had told him about me.  Did he know about my 
lack of experience?  According to her, Dero kept to himself, he wasn't much 
of a talker.  This exchange was proving her correct on that account.  Gone 
was the easy banter with the crowd, the dramatic posturing - the only thing 
that seemed to carry over to his offstage persona was his beauty and the 
command he held over me.

I was about halfway done with my cigarette when he leaned over, slowly taking 
it out of my hand and placing it in the ashtray next to his.  Next, his 
fingers curled around the hand holding my beer, removing it from my grasp to 
join the smoking ashtray.  With hands suddenly empty of all comforting props, 
I clasped one with the other to keep them from shaking.  He placed his hand 
on my cheek, as he turned my face towards his.  Fingers moved languidly to 
the back of my neck, each one leaving a burning imprint in the nerve endings 
of my skin.  Still grasping my neck, he drew me inwards, eliminating the 
space between us by leaning his upper body into mine.  His fingers lightly 
traced the skin of my face, causing my eyes to flutter shut as unfamiliar, 
almost frightening sensations swept through me.  Gently, his other hand 
turned my face to the side, and I could feel his warm breath on the side of 
my neck as he breathed into my ear.  Goosebumps ran riot over my body as he 
spoke for the first time.

"Don't be afraid, Nina," he whispered.  His voice was deep and his English 
was coloured by a heavy German accent.  With slow deliberation, his tongue 
traced the length of my neck down to my collarbone.  A deeper, more primal 
part of me knew what he wanted and couldn't deny him.  Yet, what remained of 
the rational side of me also couldn't deny the fact that I was a virgin.  I'd 
never experienced more than heavy petting, all fully clothed and above the 
waist.  I wanted more, 
 but I was terrified that my inexperience would bore him.  He drew away and 
rested his back on the couch, never once breaking eye contact.

"Stand up."  Almost against my will, my body acted on his command and I felt 
momentarily light headed as I stood up from the couch. With a firm grip on my 
wrists, he drew me to stand in front of him.

"Remove your blouse."  In wonder, I found myself obeying him without 
question.  It was as if I had surrendered all willpower and control - he told 
me what to do and, considering my lack of experience, I was grateful for it.  
Turning my eyes to the floor and blushing self-consciously, I slowly began to 
unbutton my top.  All the while, I was painfully aware of the music blaring 
from the next room, the raised voices and drunken laughter.  The walls were 
so thin, I could even hear Eva giggling, and the thought that, at any moment, 
someone could walk in on us surged through my mind, bringing with it both 
fear and excitement.  As my shirt hit the floor, he undid the top button of 
his jeans.  He leaned forward and placing both hands on my inner thighs, just 
above the knees, forced them outwards.  With a leisurely, possessive grace, 
he placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled my body onto his.  I found 
myself straddling him, all the time still staring into his eyes.    His 
forearms wrapped around my back, his hands cradling the nape of my neck, 
kneading my tight skin.  Before I knew what was happening, my hair was being 
pulled from behind, forcing my head back only to expose my taut neck to his 
parted lips.  He began to kiss me and his hot breath on my newly moist skin 
sent a shudder through my body.  Keeping his arms around me, he raised his 
hands until they encompassed the crown of my head.  He brought my face down 
to his and kissed me ever so gently.  I could taste the salt of my own sweat 
on his lips and it sent a warm shiver down my spine.  With our mouths joined, 
he sucked my upper lip into his mouth.  I felt his tongue slide between my 
upper gum and lip, almost tickling me and I decided then and there that I 
would never view the act of kissing quite the same way.  I'd been kissed 
plenty of times in the past, but this man was different... I'd never 
experienced sensations like this before.  He slowly ground his hips into me, 
while simultaneously pulling downwards on my shoulders.  A moan escaped my 
lips.  I could feel how excited he was, and with ever movement of his pelvis, 
I grew more euphoric.

His hands undid my bra and then brought the straps down my arms, exposing my 
breasts.  He leaned back for a moment, drinking me in with his eyes.  My 
nipples were erect, the rouge skin swollen and hard.  He stroked the sides of 
my body, beginning under my arms and slowly traveling downwards to my pants.  
With his hands on my waist, he stretched me away from him, forcing my upper 
body to arch backwards.  I was lying pliant in his arms and he continued to 
survey my flesh.  Without warning, he leaned his upper body into mine until 
his mouth was at my stomach level.  His open mouth landed on the center of my 
stomach and I could feel my breathing suddenly coming faster in my chest.  
His tongue trailed in lazy strokes up my abdomen, finally reaching my 
breasts, as he pulled me back into him,  He took my right nipple into his 
mouth, his hands resting on my arched back.  His tongue circled my responsive 
flesh, while his teeth tenderly pinched and nibbled at it.  Another groan 
tore from my lips and Dero chuckled low in his throat.  The sensation of his 
vibrating lips on my sensitive skin turned my legs to water and awoke a swarm 
of butterflies in my lower stomach.  His mouth transferred to my other 
nipple, and again, I found myself drowning in liquid sensation.  He drew away 
from my reddened flesh almost reluctantly, as he made his way back up my 
front until our lips met again in torment.  I say torment, because at this 
point, I was feeling things I'd never even dreamed of before.  A slow heat 
was crawling through my body and I had begun to feel a pounding sensation in 
my groin that was on the verge of being painful.  I concentrated on the whole 
of him, the way he ground me onto his lap.  I could feel him grow harder and 
harder.  He was making me lose control and it frightened me.  The simplest 
touch from this man was driving me to the edge of madness.

"No" slipped from between my lips in a tortured whisper.

 "You like it," he whispered back, his breath harsh and unforgiving on my 
skin.  Ignoring my pleas for release, he continued his excruciatingly 
pleasurable actions, causing me to writhe shamelessly.  I could feel the 
warmth and dampness between my legs increase.  He brought me down to his 
side, lying my body down on the couch.  Pinning my hands to the couch above 
my head, he stared into my eyes.  I slowly nodded to him, giving an OK to the 
unspoken question in his eyes.  His lips drew back into a grin that promised 
nothing innocent and everything carnal. I could feel my heart stop as I 
closed my eyes in anticipation. 

End of Chapter 1