There is nowhere else to put this. I know we aren't supposed to use LABN characters for this section, but this is way too graphic for the usual Character Diary section. A point to note: this never happened so far as the "real" Tash and Sorrow are concerned.
This post came about originally as part of a tease. It's set in Tours just after Sorrow and Tash have trashed a local vampire haunt, having been thwarted in stopping Valerian from feeding. Robin and I reached the end of the hunting post and April was also in the chatroom, but was not at her computer. So we started writing a fake seduction scene to get April all indignant on Jade's behalf. We kept writing, expecting her to see it any second. But whatever she was doing took a lot longer than we thought, and by the time she came back it was mostly written and we'd escalated it way beyond what we'd originally intended.
We didn't feel it was appropriate to post this while both characters were still active on the board, but now that Sorrow is gone (*sniff*) there's no reason not to any more.
There's an explanation within the story at the end for the atypical behaviour...
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Monday, 12th September 2005 – 11:45pm Tours local time
Monday, 12th September 2005 – 2:45pm LA time
Previously on LA By Night…
Tash sat on the edge of the bed in her room while Sorrow sorted out his first aid kit. They'd established she had no broken bones, which was a mercy. Tash thought she might have pulled a muscle or two in her shoulder though, and her face sported a nasty gash. Sorrow started with that, dabbing lotion onto it with a cotton ball. She hissed and flinched at the sharp sting.
“Have you quite finished?" Sorrow reached out and wrapped a firm unyielding hand around the back of Tash's neck. Ignoring her further protests of pain Sorrow cleaned the wound. He leant forward and briefly brushed his lips over the cut. "There, all better."
Sorrow released her neck and cast his eyes over the rest of her body. "Anywhere else?"
Tash thought for a moment. "Maybe. Not sure... It's all pretty sore. Mostly knocks, I think, but there may be abrasions." She looked down at herself and laughed softly, "That was some scrap, wasn't it?"
She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm sorry I let myself go back there. It was... unprofessional."
"We aren't professionals, we just do the best we can." Sorrow smiled, “Let’s have a look at the rest of you.”
Knowing Tash's shoulder hurt he dropped his hands to the hem of her T-shirt and gave her a questioning look. She took a deep breath and nodded as Sorrow carefully drew the tee off. Its tight fit forced Sorrow's fingers to trail over Tash's skin as he carefully removed the garment. He tried to ignore the stark contrast Tash's white sports bra made with her deep brown skin as he inspected her flesh for any more damage.
He drew his hands across Tash 's ribs and nodded at her sharp intake of breath. "I don't think they're broken, probably just bruised quite badly." There were a couple of other abrasions on Tash's skin and Sorrow cleaned those before placing a couple of adhesive bandages on them. "Ok, let’s have a look at that shoulder."
The stinging sensations from the cleaned scrapes slowly faded and Tash presented her shoulder for Sorrow's inspection. "I think I might have strained something in there," she said.
Sorrow nodded and sat beside her, running expert fingers over the sore area. There were definite spots of tension but it wasn't until he probed around her shoulder blade that he got the reaction he expected. Tash tensed as he hit the spot that was causing her grief and she said, unnecessarily, "That's it."
Gently he began rubbing his thumb along the length of the muscle, ignoring Tash's small grunts of pain. He knew they would pass as he massaged it out. The force of his strokes grew deeper as the muscle relaxed, and Tash had to tense up to stay upright.
"No," Sorrow murmured, "You need to keep the back relaxed. Here," he stood up. "Lie face down on the bed."
Sorrow gently laid Tash down on the bed and then returned to working the tension out of her shoulder and neck. His hands began to move more widely over Tash's back and she initially tensed but Sorrow leant forward and whispered, "Relax. Don't tense up or this won't help." Sorrow straddled Tash's hips and began to work out the knots that the last few days’ tension had left there.
As Tash's grunts slowly turned to soft sighs his hands continued to move across the expanse of her back but now rather than soothing they teased. Sorrow drew a finger down from Tash's neck, over the cloth of her bra to the very base of her spine and Tash moaned quietly as her torso rolled under his touch. Laying his hand either side of the clasp Sorrow leant forward and placed a kiss on the back of Tash's neck.
"Sorrow?" Tash queried, uncertain at the turn this massage had taken. Though she had to admit, he'd done wonders with her shoulder. And somehow her other aches had disappeared into the background as he'd massaged and then caressed her back.
*It's only my back. He probably just needs to get to the muscles under the strap.* The kiss on the back of her neck tingled, raising goose bumps down her back and arms. She lowered her head again from where she'd raised it to speak and just concentrated on breathing.
Sorrow's hands returned to ease the tension his actions had caused until Tash was again totally relaxed. Then he again began to caress her. Having noted the effect his lips had had on her he kissed a slow wet line down her back.
Tash's breath quickened involuntarily under Sorrow's ministrations. But... it was Sorrow. Not Victor. She squirmed slightly, desperately trying to ignore the tingling sensations he was causing. When he reached the small of her back she lifted herself partway up, resting on her elbows. "Uh, Sorrow? What exactly are you doing?"
Sorrow let his hands slip to her flanks. Careful to avoid the bruised areas he gently caressed the flesh just beneath her breasts. "Just trying to make you feel better."
His hands moved up and around a little avoiding the more 'dangerous areas' then probed the muscles on either side of her back and eased the tension he found there.
Both unsure of Sorrow and herself, Tash wondered... *Is he being deliberately provocative? Or am I just misreading it? And do I want him to stop? I should. Gods, I should make him stop. Oh, that's good right there... And if he's not doing it on purpose, why is it making me feel like this?* Unconsciously, she let out a moan as Sorrow's tender touch continued to massage places he hadn't even gone near yet.
Wanting to leap off the bed and tell Sorrow to leave her room, Tash nevertheless lowered herself back down, still not knowing what to say to her friend. The fight earlier had certainly raised the adrenaline level - maybe that was all. Maybe it was a residue of how she'd been when Ohenewaa's memories had overwhelmed her. Tonight she'd let herself loose on the vampires, far more than usual.
"Oh, that feels..." she stopped, suddenly aware she was speaking aloud.
"Let it go, Tash. Let it go and just feel..." Sorrow trailed his fingers up Tash's back, over her neck and onto her head. He gently began to massage her scalp and smiled a little at her involuntary moan. His hands left Tash's head and stretch out one of her arms. With light teasing strokes he caressed her skin. Having more fully bared her flank Sorrow turned his attention back to it. He seemed careful to avoid the swell of Tash's breast so revealed but the innocuous, seemingly accidental brush of his finger set her pulse racing. When he gave one last caress down the line of her body Tash couldn't be sure that his hands had lingered too long on purpose or not.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she was sure Sorrow could feel her racing pulse through his questing fingertips. "Sorrow, I..." she started, but didn't know how to finish. She twisted as little as she could to look over her shoulder and up at Sorrow's face. She needed to see his eyes, to know what he was thinking.
Two smouldering, deep green eyes returned her gaze unwaveringly, and he opened his mouth to speak.
His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, "Shhh."
He leant slowly forwards, and before Tash could move back his lips brushed hers while his hand slipped up to cup her face.
Tash drew her head back, startled. But from the position she was in, her movement was somewhat restricted. She tried to twist her hips to give herself more leverage, and succeeded in getting herself sideways rather than face down. Her breath came in short gasps and Sorrow's hand on her face began to slip around behind her neck, pulling her towards him again. She found herself staring at his full, sensuous mouth. She'd never really paid it much attention before, but he had a wonderful mouth.
His mouth descended on hers and she felt his tongue brush against her lips. His other hand caressed up her body to cup her breast and Sorrow ran a calloused thumb gently across her nipple.
All protests within Tash died as these new sensations coursed through her. Abandoning herself to the moment, she returned Sorrow's kiss, her lips opening to accept his mouth completely. She moaned deep in her throat as her ardour grew.
She snaked her hands under Sorrow’s untucked shirt and ran her fingers along his firmly muscled torso, raising goosebumps on his flesh at her soft, teasing touch. The shirt proved an impediment to her progress, however, so she retracted her hands and slowly began unbuttoning the garment.
Her eyes lit up with her cheeky grin as she said, “Why should I be the only one without a shirt?”
Sorrow leant forward and covered Tash's lips again, but the kiss was brief. He moved away and trailed butterfly kisses along her jaw and then down her neck. Tash's hands fumbled the buttons when she felt his tongue press briefly against the wildly beating pulse in her throat. Finally she finished the rest of the buttons, and Sorrow shivered delightedly as she gently pushed the cloth over his skin and down his arms. Pressing his now naked torso against her Sorrow returned to her mouth and let passion overtake him.
Their tongues quested, duelling against each other, and Tash found she couldn’t control the writhing of her hips as Sorrow’s hands roamed over her body. Sorrow pressed his own hips against hers and she could feel the hard length of him through the material that separated them still. She pressed her fingertips into the muscles along his back and kneaded them all the way up to his neck, where she transferred her hands to his face, holding his mouth more firmly against her own.
The bruisingly intense kiss continued for a few moments more before Sorrow broke away; pushing Tash down slightly he moved his lips across her flesh and down to her breasts. Laying kisses along the upper slope of one Sorrow let his hand caress and knead the other. His tongue teased Tash’s nipple before sucking the soft flesh into his mouth. Tash arched into his touch and moaned as his teeth grazed her nipple.
The sensations coursing through Tash’s body were too powerful to ignore. A small voice was nagging at her in the back of her mind, but the thrills and sparks of pure pleasure that Sorrow was generating drowned it out. With his tongue, lips and teeth ministering to first one breast then the other, Tash let out a long, satisfied moan.
Her own hands roamed Sorrow’s body, sliding over the firm muscles and teasing the sensitive ticklish spots. Even though she didn’t want him to stop, she pushed Sorrow’s head away from her breasts to slide down a little and return the favour. Her tongue flicked over his erect nipples and she nipped them lightly with her teeth, making him hiss in pleasure. Finally she fumbled with Sorrow’s belt, yanking it loose. The zipper made a soft noise as she slid it down, then she slipped her hand inside. Sorrow gasped and jerked as her hand wrapped itself around his shaft, squeezing gently.
A low growl escaped Sorrow’s lips as Tash gently rubbed moisture into the head. His eyes had darkened and he slowly licked, kissed and suckled his way back up Tash's overheated skin before claiming her lips again. Her hand squeezed gently again and his hips bucked involuntarily. Drawing away from her he eyed her knowing smile and returned it with one of his own.
Pulling away from her delicate grasp Sorrow moved his hands to the waistband of her jeans and slid down her body. Meeting Tash's gaze down the length of her body Sorrow undid her jeans and slowly drew them down. He moved down further taking the jeans and underwear with him, and finally revealed Tash in her naked glory. His lips returned to her skin, kissing the firmly muscled calf and moving slowly up her leg to her inner thigh. He stopped, looked upwards to Tash and inhaled her musk. He lowered his head and let his lips and tongue explore the delicate folds.
Tash bucked at the first contact of his tongue against her sensitive nub and a soft, mewling gasp escaped her lips. She twined one hand in his hair, jolts of pleasure coursing through her. His hands caressed her inner thighs, her mound, her belly, and even reached up to brush her nipples as his tongue stroked and swirled around her deepest recesses. Pleasure mounted, peaking in waves, but Tash overrode the rising imperative to let herself go.
She pushed Sorrow’s head back and he looked up at her, slightly puzzled, with her juices decorating his chin. She drew him up towards her and kissed him deeply, tasting herself in his mouth. Then she pushed on his shoulder, twisting his body and flipping him onto his back. She straddled his waist, her naked breasts glistening with a sheen of sweat as she sat above him.
She leaned down, brushing his lips with hers and feeling her moisture dampening his jeans. “My turn,” she whispered.
Sorrow bent forward and sucked on one of Tash's breasts, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could and drew his teeth along the flesh as he slowly pulled away. One hand squeezed rhythmically at her buttock as the other trailed circles across the smooth skin of her back.
Tash’s eyes were dark with lust as she crawled backwards along the length of Sorrow’s body, her tongue flicking out to encircle each nipple. She then left a long, wet trail down his chest to his belly, her fingers continuing the circling of his nipples. She planted soft kisses on his belly and flanks, progressing to light nips with her teeth.
Moving her knees back one more pace, Tash’s mouth hovered over Sorrow’s bulging pants. His penis strained against the cloth that still contained it and Tash grinned at Sorrow before she took one flap of his open fly in her mouth and pulled it down a little. Then she did the same to the other side, and back and forth until inch by inch his pants moved down. Her hands, meanwhile, never stopped in their exploration of his upper body, roaming down as far as the top of his pubic mound before sweeping back up in long strokes.
Once his jeans were at thigh level Tash scooted back, taking the garment with her, leaving Sorrow only in underwear. She pressed the pads of her thumbs into the arches of his feet, then slowly kneaded his calves. Lowering her head, she ran her tongue up one long thigh, over the material that still covered his groin, and down the other leg. Sorrow gasped and writhed at her ministrations and Tash grinned in contentment.
Sorrow's hands reached down and drew Tash back up to him. As his tongue probed her mouth his hips shifted slightly and Tash gasped as he pressed her hips downwards. Lust glazed eyes met as she felt the hot hard length of him press through dampened cloth against her opening. Sorrow's hand trail from her hip to rub gently across the small protuberance and his mouth swallowed her moans and cries.
Rubbing herself against him she felt the delicious friction, but longed to feel him without the cloth between them. Kissing him one more time, she reluctantly disengaged and wriggled her body down his, her breasts crushed against him and her tongue leaving a damp trail in her wake. Her questing fingers found the waistband of his underwear and she peeled them from him, his penis springing forth at this sudden release from its prison. Tash backed down to his feet, flinging the last item of clothing across the room but never taking her eyes off his magnificent length. It quivered in anticipation, drops of moisture clinging to the tip.
She ran her hands up the outside of his thighs as her tongue made its own way up one inner thigh. His musky scent filled her nostrils and she flicked her tongue sideways when she reached the top of his leg, running the tip of it along the base of his balls. She felt the spasm pass through him and let her hands continue over his hips and down to stroke the silky skin of his shaft.
Her lips encompassed one testicle, holding it in her mouth for a second before slowly releasing it and treating the other one similarly. Sorrow moaned, his hands reaching down to touch what he could. He stroked her hair, and lifted his torso to gain the reach to cup a breast in his hand, running his thumb over her hard nipple. Her hands, meanwhile, continued to stroke the base of the shaft, not touching the head, her lips and tongue concentrating on his balls.
Finally she ran her tongue up the trembling shaft and swirled it around the base of the head before engulfing his entire penis in her mouth, her tongue working in circles around the head. She groaned deep in her throat, the vibrations passing through Sorrow and making him moan in response.
Sorrow felt a delicious tension begin to build as Tash continued to caress him with her tongue. A long slow withdrawal had him writhing as her lips wrapped tightly around his skin. Fighting for a shred of control he reached down and cradled her head in his hands preventing her return, but not before her tongue darted out and licked his very tip. Fighting back a groan, "Not yet..." he rose to a sitting position and slid his hand down her sweat-slicked flank over the swell of her breast to rest on her hip. Pushing slightly he spoke again in a voice rough with desire. "I want you too..."
Enfolding Sorrow in her arms, Tash kissed him softly, her breasts heaving with each breath and her entire body trembling. She turned around and planted one knee either side of his face, letting him inhale her scent before she took just the head of his penis into her mouth. Her erect nipples brushed his belly and her hands caressed his thighs and testicles as her mouth sucked gently on the tip.
She could feel the heat of Sorrow’s breath on her, then he wrapped his arms around her hips and drew her down until his face was buried in her, his lips and tongue working around her inner folds. Tash gasped at the sudden sensation, and responded by sliding her mouth down the whole length of his shaft, opening her throat to encompass all of him.
The sensations that wrapped around him made him writhe under Tash's body momentarily stilling his busy tongue. Almost overwhelmed by the small movements of Tash's mouth and tongue Sorrow regained a little of himself and returned to Tash's heated flesh. Moving to the core Sorrow sucked Tash's clitoris into his mouth, teasing the engorged bundle of nerves with his lips and tongue.
Tash moaned against the penis filling her mouth as Sorrow brought her to the brink. She felt as though she were hovering over a deep chasm, her body poised for the fall and that dizzy feeling of vertigo just before the release. But then Sorrow slowed and stopped, sensing her nearness, and she let out a sigh of both disappointment and delighted anticipation. His mouth worked its way along her inner thigh, each touch causing her to spasm. Her leg muscles clenched and trembled and it was all she could do to maintain the rhythm of her tongue along his penis as her cries grew louder and more frantic.
She longed to feel him inside her. Longed to feel him fill her. And she knew he was more than ready to feel her hot wetness engulf him. She started to turn, to impale herself upon him. The mere thought of his penis inside was her making her even wetter, if such a thing was possible. But Sorrow stopped her progress, putting his arm around her hip to hold her in place.
Apparently he had something else in mind first…
Sorrow rolled them both then moved to her side. He placed kisses over her hips and thighs and when Tash began to moan in frustration he pushed first one finger then another into her. His fingers pumped slowly inside her as he stretched her inner walls. His other hand came up to stroke lightly at her outer lips and his head descended to worship her with lips and tongue. The fingers inside found what he was looking for - that smooth, slightly ridged spot inside of her - and his rhythm changed, becoming more driven, more insistent.
Tash's cries and moans become ever more intense. Her hands grabbed Sorrow's head and pushed him against her. Her legs flailed around him, yet just as the anticipatory shudders almost became too much Sorrow drew back. Tash's moans turned again to frustration as she pushed at him to continue. It was no use; his superior strength prevented her from gaining the stimulation she craved so much. As her movements stilled and her breathing slowed Sorrow caressed her, revelling in the feel of silken skin marred only by the occasional healing cut.
He trailed his hands down her torso, tweaked her nipples as he passed them and then returned his hands to their previous work. Just before his mouth returned to pleasure her again his lust-filled voice filled the room, "I'm not finished yet."
“Oh, God,” Tash found she could barely think to form words, “Sorrow, I oooohhhhhhh.” She let out a long, shuddering moan when he inserted his fingers into her again, his fingertips curled to rub against that magical place inside. Valiantly she made the attempt at speech again.
“I want to feel you… inside,” she gasped, “Oh, God! Want to feel you… please…”
She twisted her body around as far as possible and reached out to Sorrow, running her fingertips lightly down his flank and over his hip to end up cupping his balls. She squeezed gently, feeling him surge in response. With his mouth buried in her, his tongue working her clitoris and his fingers deep inside her, Tash felt stars exploding in her head. “Please…”
Sorrow's hands and tongue brought Tash right up to the edge and over it. She went rigid as if a bolt of electricity had gone through her, her ‘please’ turned into mewling gasps as Sorrow continued to slide his fingers into her. His motions were tender, seeking to extend Tash's time at the very heights of ecstasy for as long as possible. When the intensity of stimulation on her clitoris became too much he withdrew his head, watching her face as his finger slowly moved in her.
He straightened them both out and kissed her again. The tremors in her body had faded and Sorrow continued to touch her for a few moments more before withdrawing totally. He turned her again, her body still limp with the after effects of her orgasm, so that she lay against him. He gently kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe and explored her body. When awareness slowly returned to her eyes he spoke.
"Welcome back."
Tash wiggled her toes. Ah, yes, they still seemed to belong to her. A lassitude enveloped her, a warmth that filled her completely. She nestled next to Sorrow and basked in the afterglow until she noticed something pressing against her leg. She grinned mischievously at Sorrow. “Hmm, seems to me we have some unfinished business here,” she murmured.
He grinned in return and kissed her, softly at first but with increasing passion and Tash felt a fresh stirring within her. She pressed her sweat-slicked body against him and twined her legs with his. His hard member slid in the moisture that surrounded her opening and Tash teased him, pushing her hips against him slightly and then away, so it could feel her heat but never quite reached its destination.
Sorrow's arms held her close as he nibbled on her ear, kissed her throat and nuzzled her neck. Tash's breaths came faster again, her body revving up once more. Tingles spread from her toes and fingers to her groin and she ran her tongue along Sorrow's jaw line before nipping the soft skin at his throat. Their hips undulated together, pressing his sex against hers, but not allowing him access.
Tash rolled so Sorrow lay on his back beneath her and she licked, sucked and nibbled her way down the entire length of his body until she reached his throbbing penis. Lowering her head, she slid her mouth over it in its entirety and felt Sorrow jerk in response. After teasing him for some time with her lips, tongue and fingers, she finally raised herself up and lowered herself onto him. She sat above him like some magnificent ebony goddess, her breasts glistening.
Ever so slowly she slid down his shaft, feeling the hardness fill her. The friction against her inner walls made her cry out with the intensity of the pleasure. Sorrow's moans and gasps matched hers as they thrust against each other - slowly and rhythmically at first, but growing faster and wilder as passion overtook them.
Her inner muscles pulsed against him and with every withdrawal it felt as if she was pulling at him. Sorrow was lost in the feel of her surrounding him. The wet heat, the contradictory soft tightness. He needed more of her.
Rearing up off the bed he pulled her to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Tash moaned as their movements rubbed her sensitive nipples against him. Sorrow’s mouth met hers in a searing kiss and his tongue pushed against hers in time to their motion. Unable to hold the position for long Sorrow turned them again. He twisted his hips at the end of every stroke, grinding against her. Tash met him thrust for thrust, their ecstatic cries lost in each other’s mouths.
Sorrow relented in his assault on her mouth and moved his lips to her jaw and then her neck. Sucking the tender flesh into his mouth he tasted her sweat-slicked skin and groaned yet again as the tension brought him ever closer.
Sensing his nearness to orgasm, Tash used every ounce of her strength and the leverage of her position to push him into the mattress. A mischievous glint shone in her eye as she echoed his earlier words.
“I’m not finished yet,” she uttered huskily.
Withdrawing from him completely she held Sorrow’s wrists tightly, not letting him touch her as she delicately licked the dripping juices – her juices – from his quivering member. “Hmm, tastes good,” she murmured, “No wonder you like spending time with your face buried in me.”
Sorrow’s legs twitched with his pent-up orgasm. Tash’s ministrations were enough to keep him on the edge, but not enough to drive him over. It was frustrating and intensely wonderful at the same time.
Tash's mouth engulfed the head of his penis and her tongue lightly swirled around him. The cords stood out on his neck as Sorrow strained to retain control and small incoherent cries filled the room as Tash's every slight motion sent shudders of pleasure through his body. He arched his hips off the mattress trying desperately for more sensation. "Don't stop..."
Perversely, Tash did just that. She lifted her head to stare into his face. His emerald green eyes burned with a brightness she'd never seen in them before. "Or what?" she asked coyly.
"This."
He wrenched his hands out of her grasp and reached down to gently cup her face, and drew her back up his body for a sweet gentle kiss. His turn caught her by surprise. His lower body pressed into her and despite the awkward position his weight and strength were enough to hold her. His hands grabbed her wrists and brooked no resistance as he drew them over her head, pushing them against the headboard.
The position presented her glistening breasts to him and he attacked them with ferocity. His teeth marked the flesh as he sucked hard on her nipples. Reaching down with his other hand he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself. The first thrust held more force than Tash thought possible. He ground against her then withdrew, almost coming out of her. The next thrust was just as strong and the next and the next. The rhythm was fast and the strength just the right side of pain.
Tash threw her head back and let Sorrow ravish her. The thrusts were hard and almost brutal, but they touched something deep inside her. She moaned, a long, low sound that reverberated around the room. Sorrow allowed her little movement, but she was at least able to pivot her hips in time with his, meeting each thrust head-on.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, “More, yes, more… harder. God!”
She could sense the moment when he lost control. Could feel it as a shredding of his shields. His lust burst out as red-hot needles from behind those walls and enveloped her, sending her into paroxysms even as he shuddered in climax.
Tash's body shuddered around him as he spent himself inside her. Her inner muscles squeezed him and Sorrow was lost. The room went away - there was nothing but the feel of her taking everything he had and giving back even more. When he finally came back to himself he was still inside her, pressed against her body with her legs wrapped around him.
"Don't move,” Tash whispered as he started to pull away.
Her vaginal walls continued to pulse spasmodically, contracting against his still-hard penis, eking every last drop from him. Slowly her breathing returned to normal as she lay pressed next to Sorrow’s strong body. She carefully brushed away a sweat-soaked strand of hair from his face and smiled.
“Now tell me again how this is meant to help my shoulder?”
Sorrow smiled and nuzzled gently at her neck. "Well I doubt anything hurts right now."
”Hmm, no it doesn’t.” She nuzzled his neck in return, closing her eyes. She sighed, “I could just drift off to sleep now, Victor.”
Eyes flicked open. “Oh…”
*****
Outside, in the hallway, Valerian heard the ecstatic cries peak and then die down. A cruel smile marred his features. “Perfect, my children. Just perfect,” he purred to himself, “You performed just as ordered.”
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*** April 25th 2007 12:07 am ***
Oz heard the splash from the pool and it made him sit up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and pulled aside the covers scratching his side as he moved to the window to see who was in the pool at this hour.
Down below the underwater lights of the pool were on and a dark sillouette glided gracefully across the surface of the water. Even in the dark it was clear she was naked. *Alessa,* Oz thought.
An unmistakeably human urge tugged at him. Oz glanced down at the erection that projected out of his boxers. Whether his dreams or an urge to piss had been the cause, it was now sustained by somethhing very real and physical down in the back yard.
Oz grasped it as he peered at her lithe form moving smoothly as it walked up the steps at the shallow end and walked dripping down to the diving board. He stroked his cock as he watched her smooth the water from her hair and the way her firm tits bobbed as she dove back into the water.
His strokes became more urgent as she floated face up in the water, her nipples glistening in the monlight and her thighs lit in blue ripples from the pool.
He knew she was a shapeshifter. He could imagine in his mind's eye as she climbed out of the pool, and caught his eye in the window. He saw her walk up the wooden staircase behind the garage and knock on the windowed door with the little white curtain.
He saw her enter and admire his dick as it poked out at her. She smiled at him and his imagination made her features melt into those of his beloved Margaret.
He and Margaret had enjoyed lovemaking even when such a thing was considered more 'duty' than pleasure. They had engaged in all varieties and positions some of them strange and uncomfortable, and others sensual and somewhat kinky. The underlying theme had always been that they loved each other. It was never about just one of them it was always both of them.
The Margaret of his fantasy slid down o her knees and took his penis in her mouth gently and began to suck. Suddenly Oz was back in reality. he came all over the seat by the window and dribled on the floor. Semen drooled from between his fingers.
He stood up awkwardly and looked around for a towel or something to wipe up with. He found a tea towel and was wipng furiously when he heard a knock at the door. "Oz? Is that you? If you are up, can you talk to me for a minute?"
"Just a minute!" he called and immediately regretted it. Now she would want to come in and he was not going to see her like this. *Shit shit shit,* he cussed to himself. He scrambled around and threw a laundry basket on the floor and tosed in a few clothes. He pulled on a robe, thankful that the hard-on was going down at least.
He took a deep breath as he cinched his robe closed then opened the door calmly. "Alessa, you are up late. Come in," he said calmly.