Title:          Carnivorous Whisper (5/?) part two
Authors:     Diane and Chris (aka Anja Lapp and Ginger LaFleur)
Rating:       NC-17
Summary:  Nina is taken to new heights by Dero...



As Dero's car pulled into his driveway, I felt as if I were being let in on a 
secret.  Up to this point, I didn't know him well enough to put him in any 
setting outside of what I had already seen (naked and quiet).  I could feel 
the excitement building within me, as he turned the car off and removed the 
key from the ignition.  His body brushed against mine, as he turned to 
retrieve a bag from behind my seat.  As we left the car and headed for his 
home, my eyes took in my surroundings.  The concrete was still shiny from the 
rain that had fallen earlier and, for the first time, I actually heard his 
footsteps.  I focused on the sound they made as we continued up the walkway 
to his front door.  As he was fumbling for his keys, I suddenly felt like a 
contestant in a game show.  I was waiting to see what was behind Door #3 and 
I was growing more tense, wondering if I should've taken the fifty dollars 
instead.  This was his own, personal space, and he was letting me into it.  
Was he a slob?... A neat freak?...  Did he make sure the towels in his 
bathroom matched?  As I heard the metal key slip into the lock, I felt as if 
he were unlocking more than just a physical door.  I felt lucky.

The door swung open and I could see a glow lighting the long hallway before 
us.  With no lamp fixture visible in the hall, I wondered what room it was 
coming from.  He paused, turned to the right and flicked a switch on the wall 
that lit up his kitchen.  It was very white and stark - didn't look too 
'lived in'.  He placed the bag on the counter and removed it's contents, 
opening the refrigerator door.  "Some Bier for later.  I know you prefer it 
cold," he said, as his head disappeared behind the fridge door.  I placed my 
bag on the kitchen table while I watched him walk to the wall where he hung 
his keys.  His eyes moved to the phone and he extended a finger to hit play 
on the answering machine.  I could recognize the voice as belonging to 
Christoph.  He was rambling on in German, and I understood something about 
calling him before 9:00.  Being that it was well past 10:00, Dero just 
shrugged and turned to face me.  "He's at Eva's," I said, trying to be 
helpful, not sure if the message had been about something urgent.

"It can wait until tomorrow," he replied while walking towards me.  Coming to 
a halt before me, he wrapped his arms around my back, as I brought mine up 
over his shoulders.  While locked in our embrace, he whispered softly in my 
ear, "I'm glad we met."

I couldn't help but smile when I heard him say that, and I'm sure he could 
feel my cheek lift up in the crook of his neck.  With my hand still grasped 
in his, he led me out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards the 
mysterious glow.  There was a low humming sound that grew louder with each 
step we took.  As we rounded the corner, I stood in the doorway of what I 
realized was his living room.  The light came from a large fish tank that ran 
along one of the four walls.  Oddly enough, it seemed to be devoid of any 
fish.  Just anemone along the bottom...

"You like fish?" I asked, as I leaned in for a closer look.

"Yeah, but I haven't gotten any yet," he answered.  "I just got the tank 
three months ago - you have to run it for six months before you bring in the 
fish.  Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get us something to drink."  He 
left the room, and I closed my eyes as I heard his footsteps again.  'He's 
real,' I thought to myself.  My eyes wandered the perimeter of the room, 
taking in every detail.  I knew this was a room he spent a lot of time in, 
and I didn't want to miss anything.  He had a stereo and speakers against the 
wall opposite the fishtank, and a black leather couch facing it from the 
center of the room.  I could picture him sunken deep into the cushions of the 
couch, eyes closed, listening to music.  There were a few other odd pieces of 
furniture scattered about the room, and I couldn't quite tell if they were 
really modern or antique.  My reverie was interrupted by the sound of his 
footsteps returning, and I quickly sat down on the couch.  It felt as 
comfortable as it had looked - it was the kind of seat that, once you were 
seated, you never wanted to get up again.  The low hum of the filter motor 
from behind me was just relaxing even more.  Dero entered the room with two 
biers held between his forearm and chest, while his hands grasped two pilsner 
glasses.  I reached up to take the glasses from his hands, and place them on 
the metal table before the couch.  He put the biers down beside them and sat 
down next to me.  Before pouring the bier, he removed two packs of cigarettes 
from his shirt pocket and set them down on the table.  As if he could read my 
mind, he said, "This is a smoking room, so feel free to light up if you 
want."  As I fixed my eyes on them, I felt my mouth open slightly in surprise.

"Where did you find my brand?" I asked, as I picked them up.

He let out a chuckle, followed by, "I got connections."  

I had searched this town for two days looking for them, and had had zero 
luck.  When I'd packed for my trip, I hadn't thought about bringing enough to 
last me through my stay.  I'd assumed that I'd be able to find my own brand 
overseas, and I'd been wrong.  When I ran out, I was forced to smoke the 
harsher European brands and found the experience less than enjoyable.

"You're going to hook me up?" I said, as I jabbed him with my elbow and 
winked.  His cheeks wrinkled in a grin that made his eyes shine, and he let 
out a laugh, as he lit his own cigarette.

"I got you a carton."

I leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly.  "Thanks."  He simply smiled 
in response, put his beer down and picked up a remote that lay on the table 
before us.  His eyes sqinted as the smoke from the cigarette in his mouth 
rose towards them.  With the touch of a button, the hum of the empty aquarium 
behind us was drowned out by the swell of music that came from the speakers.  
I sipped my bier as I felt the air of the room come alive, growing richer and 
deeper with each note of the strange music that emanated from the stereo.

"Who's this?" I asked, both curious to find out who was responsible for the 
music and to find out who it was that Dero enjoyed listening to.

"Kruder & Dorfmeister.  They're Austrian... really cool," he replied, while 
adjusting the volume.  I had to agree with him - the music was sultry, laced 
with sweat.  Unlike anything I had ever heard before.  Sort of like trippy 
electronic lounge - as if someone had put Tricky, Winton Marsalis and the 
Manhattan Transfer into a blender and this was the result.  The slow rhythm 
and driving bass set the mood.  Completely.

Dero leaned back into the corner of the couch, fingers cupping the top of his 
glass as he rested it on the arm of his seat.  I was still leaning forward, 
completely absorbed by the music, when I felt his other hand land between my 
shoulder blades.  Everything else faded into the background as I fastened 
onto the feel of his hand as it crept up to the back of my neck.  He tugged 
gently at the skin, pulling me back into the soft cushions. The bier tasted 
so good as I took that first sip - it had a distinct citrus undertone to it 
that I would now forever associate with him.  With his arm around my 
shoulder, I let myself sink back into crook between his chest and shoulder.  
We just sat there, enjoying the music, enjoying our biers.  Time seemed to 
crawl to a standstill, as the music washed over us both, filling our pores 
with a rising heat.  My eyes were closed in enjoyment, when I felt Dero's 
weight shift. 

The sensation of his lips brushing against mine brought my eyes open and an 
answering flutter in my stomach.  His tongue flicked out to taste my lips, 
begging entrance.  Unable and unwilling to deny him, I opened my mouth to 
his.  With our tongues interweaving slowly, the ember inside rapidly grew 
into a bonfire.  His facial hair caught the dew off my skin as it rasped 
against my cheek.  Fever pitched kisses... His hands cradled the back of my 
head and neck, as he leaned into me.  My body felt weightless.  At that 
moment, if he had let go of me, I felt as if I'd be lost.  Floating upwards 
uncontrollably, only to burn up in the atmosphere...  His hands ran along my 
shoulders and down my arms, sending a shudder through me.  They came to rest 
on my own, which he pressed against my lap as he pushed himself up - mouth 
leaving mine.  Still in his grasp, he pulled me up off the couch and led me 
out of the room.  Through the hallway and into another room.  He leaned 
against the wall and turned the light on.  His bedroom.  The music was still 
audible from the other room.  He led me to the bed, which was covered in a 
hunter green duvet.  He let go of my hand, smiling as he pointed to an 
adjoining bathroom.  He raised his finger to excuse himself momentarily.  I 
watched his body melt into the darkness of the room before he turned the 
light on.  Sitting on the edge of his bed, I let my back fall to rest and I 
smiled as I felt the firm mattress beneath me.  I heard the faint sound of 
running water coming from behind the closed door, and I reminded me of the 
beer that was swishing through my stomach.  I'd be using the facilities 
myself,  as soon as he was done.  The door opened and Dero came out, looking 
no different from when he went in.  A smile still on his face, a more primal 
emotion darkening his eyes.  He joined me as I sat on the bed.

"May I?" I asked, pointing to the bathroom.

"Certainly," he answered, as he stroked the back of my neck.  I threw him a 
smirk as I stood up.  He grabbed my wrist and slowly pulled me in to kiss me 
once more.  My insides seemed to liquify and my legs turned to jello.  As I 
turned to walk toward the door, I could feel my shaky legs threatening to 
give out as my body weight bore down on them.  I reached my arm out to feel 
along the wall for the light switch.  I shut the door as I turned the light 
on, not wanting to rupture the minute glow of his room.  Although my bladder 
was threatening to explode, I had to stop at the sink first and run some cold 
water on myself to try to cool off.  I brought my cool wet hands to the back 
of my neck, the moisture almost evaporating into steam the moment it hit my 
skin - providing me with only a fleeting relief.  As I brought my head back 
up, my reflection in the mirror caught my eye.  My eyeliner had run some - it 
wasn't waterproof.  My own reflection blurred as I let my eyes focus on the 
rest of the room as it was reflected in the mirror.  I turned around to take 
it in.  The room was large, with white tiles that were occasionally broken up 
by dark blue ones.  A large tub rested in the corner of the room and a shower 
stall stood next to it.  As I brought my eyes back to the sink in front of 
me, they passed over the toilet, sending a sharp reminder of my full bladder. 
 Once I was through, I noticed the paper sliding right across my skin.  The 
wetness there too much for it to absorb.  Standing again, I took some of the 
toilet paper and removed the smudges of makeup that had made their way 
beneath my eyes.  After washing my hands and splashing water on my face one 
more time, I went to join Dero again, turning the lights off as I opened the 
door.

He had already made himself comfortable - he was lying ont the bed, his back 
propped against the headboard, his bare feet crossed.  His shirt was hanging 
on the chair next to the bed, and I noticed two fresh biers on the night 
table, along with our cigarettes.  I walked slowly towards the bed, the feel 
of his eyes focused on my every movement bringing the blood to the surface of 
my skin in a heated flush.  Reaching the edge of the bed, I stopped to kick 
off my shoes.  He reached out to grab me, and hoisted my body over his to 
land on the bed next to him.  Before I could collect myself, he was draped 
over me, looking down into my eyes as his arms propped him up.  I could feel 
his groin as his bodyweight pressed along the length of mine.  There was a 
pleasurable dropping sensation throughout my body when he rocked his hips 
slightly.  I could feel him against me, how excited he was, and, even though 
my body was still sore from my previous experiences with him, all I wanted 
was his warm, naked flesh against mine - providing me with more of his 
beautifully torturous friction.  My hands grasped his back and wandered from 
its base to his shoulderblades, pulling and scratching his skin with my 
fingertips.  In response, he leaned into me and our open mouths connected. He 
sucked my tongue into his mouth, followed by my lip.  As I breathed in his 
musk, I could feel the trail of warm fluid run between my legs.  I brought my 
hands to the base of my shirt and began to slide it upwards, trying not to 
disturb his actions.  As I pulled it over my navel and my breasts, he lifted 
his body up so it could pass - the only time his lips left mine was to allow 
the fabric to glide over my head.  I let it fall to the side of the bed, 
forgotten.  His mouth began to sink down my neck, his tongue sharply striking 
my breastbone as his breath came to land on it.  My mind was reeling as he 
placed a hand on my right breast, his fingers groping through the satin and 
my tumescent nipple responded.  I place my hands on his cheek and led his 
face back to mine.  I could feel his arm weaken as his weight fell back on to 
it.  While looking into his eyes, I pushed him to my side and climbed over 
him.  My legs spread around his hips, knees on the bed.  I looked down at him 
while my arms reached behind my back and released my bra.  He watched as he 
brought his hands up to the straps, sliding his fingers under them and 
pulling them down my arms.  My bare breasts revelled in their freedom and the 
hard, tight skin of my nipples enjoyed the air that hit them.  I felt his 
warms palms stroking my hips and back, as his eyes 'stroked' my chest.  His 
hands fell under my rear and he pulled me forward.  My arms reached out in 
automatic response, landing on the headboard.  My upper body was suspended 
over his, my breasts over his face.  His mouth encompassed my right nipple, 
as he rolled the left between two fingers.  I let out a cry of pleasure as my 
surroundings seemed to dim and the colors bled into each other.  Dero enjoyed 
my vocalization and didn't let up.

Still continuing his assault on my breasts, his free hand slid up my thigh 
and rubbed over my pants - causing me to suck my lower lip into my mouth as I 
clamped down with my teeth.  Feeling my dampness through the fabric, he let 
out a low moan that was muffled by the flesh in his mouth.  My arms growing 
tired, I had to straighten one of them, my hand resting next to his head on 
the pillow.  His actions intoxicated me, making it difficult to keep my body 
steady.  I sat down on his lap, my breast leaving his mouth with a wet, 
sucking sound.  His hands gripped my hips as they rocked them across his 
member, still imprisoned behind the rough fabric of his jeans.  I was a 
butterfly, hovering in the glass dome of his killing jar, only to be tortured 
until my release.  My eyes shut as all awareness narrowed to the feel of him. 
 My mouth parted with a whispered plea.  "Please..."

His hands released my hips, which stopped their tottering, and he placed them 
on my back, drawing my upper body down to his, our mouths joining again.  He 
spun our bodies so that he was on top of me.  Then he slowly backed himself 
off the bed, while bringing my hands with him so that I was drawn to sit on 
it's edge.  He looked down at me and smiled sweetly as he wrapped my head 
with his hands and forearms, pulling me in to hug his navel.  I brushed my 
cheek against him as I turned my mouth inwards.  His abdomen had a thin film 
of sweat, which I found even more intoxicating as I drank it.  My hair was 
being brushed away from my face as I continued to bring my lips lower.  Once 
the barracade of his jeans was met, I drew myself back to undress him.  My 
fingers released the button and zipper, and quickly entangled themselves in 
the belt loops so they could tug them down.  The sight of him captivated me - 
he was engorged with blood, all the wrinkles ironed out - completely solid.  
I brought my hand to the base of his stem and brought the tip of it down from 
his belly to meet my open mouth.  As I drew him in, I could feel a knot at 
the base of his prick tighten.  His hands rested on my shoulders for 
leverage, while a shudder moved through him.  While my one hand held on to my 
meal, the other made its way to his firm buttocks.  I grabbed at them while 
trying to quench my thirst.  I sucked him in, waving my tongue underneath 
him, increasing the suction.  With the occasional taste of a warm, salty 
fluid, I felt my hunger grow even more.  I wanted to take him in further and 
I brought my head upwards, while compensating by bringing my body lower, so 
my neck would straighten.  I had seen Eva do this to Christoph last night, 
and I had also seen how he had lost control.  With his one hand still on my 
shoulder for leverage, his other pulled my hair away to free his view.  I 
felt his eyes watching every sinking thrust.  I began to swallow as he was 
inside me - gulping.  His groans came faster with every breath taken.  
Suddenly, he withdrew his shaft from my mouth, causing a wet, slapping sound 
as it bounced against his stomach.  He tried to collect himself and his 
breath.  While his grasp was still on me, he stepped out of the jeans 
gathered around his ankles.  Then, without warning, he pushed me so that my 
back landed on the bed behind me, my feet still resting on the floor.  His 
eyes gazed upon me, as I lie there unbuttoning my pants and sliding the 
zipper down.  I lifted my hips off the bed, to bring my pants past them, 
while he bent down and picked up my ankles as he pulled them the rest of the 
way off.  He tossed them on the chair, over his hanging shirt.  With a 
predatory growl, he descended on me, forcing his hips between my thighs, 
spreading them as he knelt on the floor.  His tongue trailed over my stomach. 
 As his hot breath hit it, a warm sensation flooded my senses.  His hands 
traveled the sides of my body until they reached my hips and he pulled at 
them, forcing me to hang off the bed slightly.  Then I felt his hand reaching 
between my wet thighs - his fingertips tracing every crease and fold.  My 
breath became labored as my head thrust back uncontrollably.  Finally, the 
moment of his infiltration took place, two of his fingers swept inside me as 
his head fell lower - his open mouth landing on my clit.  His tongue grazed 
over it, causing me to let out high pitched gasps.  He paused, to look at me 
through hooded eyes.  "Du schmekt so gut."  Another flick of his tongue and I 
was writhing.  "You taste so good," he repeated, his voice low and guttural, 
before returning to his task.  With a quick inhalation, my clit was trapped 
in his mouth.  He clamped down on it with his lips - tongue lashing at it 
mercilessly while it was held captive.  I felt his teeth nibble lightly as 
his fingers wriggled inside of me.  Endorphins flooded my brain.  My body, my 
state of mind, everything blurred, as if a veil had descended between me and 
the world.  I felt the rush, tiny sand granules forming a mountain in the 
center of my stomach.  A mountain that was blown away by his cyclonic kisses. 
 My hands that gripped his head went completely rigid, as my back arched and 
jolts ran rampant throughout my spine.  My vaginal walls sucked his fingers 
in with every spasm, and my vocal acrobatics told Dero precisely when I fell 
over the edge.

He slid himself up the length of my body and began to kiss me, his hard prick 
pressing against my upper thigh.  I could taste myself on his tongue as it 
entered my mouth, and I sucked greedily at it.  His mouth traveled to the 
side of my neck, where his breaths echoed in my ear - sending chills 
throughout my body.  I wanted him behind me, in me, and I found myself trying 
to turn over.  His hand grabbed at my shoulder, pulling me back down.  Back 
down to lie beneath him...

"I want to see your face as I fill you."  The harsh, whispered words sent 
shockwaves through me and I moaned low in my throat.  I slid myself toward 
the middle of the bed so that both our bodies lay stretched full on the firm 
mattress. He knelt between my thighs, pressing hot, burning hands underneath 
my hips to pull them towards him, resting myself on his lap.  With an outward 
movement of his legs, my own spread wide, tilting my pelvis up toward him as 
the rest of my body remained flat on the bed.  He leaned his groin into me 
while his eyes remained fixed on mine.  His hands moved slowly inwards, 
coming to rest on the innermost part of my thighs.  His thumbs reached out 
and landed on my slick skin, pulling my swollen lips apart as his head slowly 
entered me.  As his intial thrust threatened to tear my still taut skin, my 
neck arched and my head writhed to its side, cheek pressed into the pillow.  
I felt his hands cup my cheeks and bring it to face him.

"Look at me," he breathed, as he held himself motionless inside me.  As I 
looked up at him, his eyes drilled into mine - absorbing every single emotion 
that flowed across my face as he began to move.  My arms reached up to pull 
at his hips.  His hands grabbed my forearms, pulling them in and raising my 
body off the bed.  I clutched at his sides, while his hands encircled my back 
and brought me closer in to him.  I was now sitting in his lap, my knees 
pressed against him with my feet flat on the bed.  He continues to knead the 
skin on my back as he leaned backwards slightly, the angle becoming sharper 
and deeper, as my body weight drove me further down on him.  Both our lips 
parted, as we moaned in unison.  I began to rock my hips, the muscles of my 
legs bunching as they brought my body up and then back down onto him.  He 
leaned back, one arm supporting his body weight, as his other hand rested on 
my hip - guiding it rhythmically.  My breaths began to come faster as I felt 
the swell for the second time.  As if he could tell what was building inside 
me, he grabbed both my hips - pushing them down as he brought his body back 
up, ceasing all movement.

His cheek rested against mine as his hands came up to cradle my back, and 
mine to his.  Hugging each other and trying to regain control...  The 
sensation of his hot breath coming harsh and fast past my ear brought me to 
new heights.  Even though we were no longer moving, I could feel my body 
continuing its climb with every breath.  He raised my body up slightly as he 
withdrew himself from inside me.  I slowly slid off his lap and lay on the 
bed before him.  His hands reached out and grasped my hips, turning them so 
that I landed on my knees and elbows.  With slow, calculated movements, his 
fingers slid over my wet mound, coating themselves in my moisture before 
moving further upwards.  As his fingertips lapped over my tight opening, I 
felt an answering gush between my legs and a moan tore itself from my throat. 
 My eyes widened as I felt the unfamiliar pressure of his entrance.  A thrill 
of pain ran through me, as I felt him slowly forcing his finger past the 
outer ring of tight, resisting muscle.  The pain vanished, quickly turning 
into a shock of pleasure as his finger brushed against the sensitive skin of 
my inner walls.  As I began to respond, pushing backwards, bringing his 
finger even deeper inside me, he raised his hips and pressed his crown into 
me.  With a quick dip, he was inside both my crevaces, and I felt both pain 
and intense pleasure, as the room rippled around me.  His free hand clawed at 
my shoulder as he cast himself inside me.  I concentrated on the space 
between his finger and cock, as it was stretched so tightly to accomodate 
him.  The tautness of the skin brought every nerve ending to the surface, 
making it impossible not to feel every little spasm within his shaft.  His 
grunting came faster, catching up with my shameless groaning and writhing.  
Every thrust of his hips pushed his finger deeper into me, driven by the 
pounding of flesh against flesh.  With every plunge, I felt a surge of heat 
in my groin, feeling the boil as he plundered me.  As if fucking me 
selflessly, he honed in on what excited me, and my cup runneth over.  The 
Anal Staircase... The Divine Taboo...  I never thought I would ever have 
allowed it, but Dero knew exactly how to provide it.  I began to cry out as 
all control was lost.  My body began to shudder, overwhelmed, and I bit into 
my lip.  His throat like a vise as it suddenly gripped his voice as it tore 
right through me, letting me know he was about to fall as well.  I screamed 
as the intense orgasm hit me like a freight train, and I heard Dero's voice 
join mine, as he spent himself deep inside me.

As he slid out of me, it was if a damn had broken - a surge of warm fluids 
streamed down my inner thighs.  He leaned over and whispered in my ear, 
"Don't move, Leibchen, I'll be right back."  Exhaustion permeating every part 
of me, every muscle, my upper body collapsed on the bed.  I could feel the 
pulsations in my groin in time with the palpatations of my heart, as I heard 
the running water in the bathroom.  After what seemed like an eternity, Dero 
rejoined me.  I felt a warm, moist cloth trail up my thighs, removing all 
traces of our combined fluids.  As he pampered me. my mouth curled into an 
uncontrollable smile.  Once he was finished, he left me with a tender kiss on 
the skin of my shoulder and returned to the bathroom.

I felt his hands on my hips heralding his return, and they gently brought my 
body to its side. His lips met mine with such sweet, unspoken joy, I could 
feel my heart swell.  With a whispered "Sleep," he turned my body again, so 
that it fit into his, as two halves of a whole.  The sensation of soft, 
butterfly kisses on my neck and shoulders relaxed me further and further and 
I sank into the arms of sleep with the sound of his soft breath and the music 
from the other room blending together in my ear.

End of Chapter 5, part two