Deep Sea Detectives

Note: This story is the twelfth installment in a series entitled “Sandra and Stevie”. If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
Julie fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. She was true to her word, she did sleep naked. I had to admit that she really had an incredible body.
I threw a blanket over her and went back into the living room. I looked at my watch. It was just 10:00 pm.
I decided that it was still early enough to call Sandra. I was really nervous about doing this, but I knew that I wanted to do it Even more, I knew that I had to do it.
I pushed Sandra’s number on my speed dial. It started ringing. I decided to let it ring 8 times. On the 7th ring I was just getting ready to hang up when Sandra picked up the telephone.
“Stevie is that really you? I couldn’t believe it when I saw your name on my caller id.”
“It’s really me Sandra.”
“Is everything okay? Are you alright? I was really worried about you last night.”
“No I’m fine, in fact I had a really good day today, but that’s not why I called. Sandra, I want to talk to you.”
“I want to talk to you to baby, but…”
“But what Sandra?.”
“Oh Stevie. Why do I keep doing this to you. I hate myself.”
“What, what’s the matter?”
“Stevie, I’m so sorry. What’s wrong with me? Honey, you kind of called me at a bad time. I’m with a guy right now. I’m right in the middle of giving him a blow job. That’s why it took me so long to pick up the telephone. Baby he’s getting kind of impatient. Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yes, Sandra. You can call me tomorrow. Hey Sandra, its okay. I understand. Give him a good one baby.”
“What? What did you just say Stevie?”
“Nothing Sandra, Don’t worry. Call me in the morning.”
As I hung up the telephone and sat down on my sofa, I thought to myself, what a day.
I sat quietly on the couch and thought about the events of the day. I became a millionaire this afternoon. By all rights, that should have been the thrill of my life, but it wasn’t. In fact it paled in comparison to the thrill I felt when I thought about the possibility of getting back together with Sandra.
Nothing would make me happier than figuring out a way to make a marriage with Sandra work. I couldn’t wait to talk to her tomorrow.
For a moment I wondered if I should tell her about the money. I had this sudden fear that it might influence her feelings about me? If we got married, I would want to know that it was me that she was marrying and not the four million dollars.
I shook my head. Sandra had already demonstrated that she cared about me. I laughed to myself. I was being silly. Money wasn’t Sandra’s vice, big cocks were her vice.
It was 10:30. I decided to watch Letterman. I was just getting up to turn on the television when my telephone rang.
I picked it up.
“Stevie, its Sandra. Is it too late to call.”
“Hi Sandra. No, its never to late for you to call. What happened to your guy?”
She laughed. “I finished him up quick and threw him out.”
“You made him cum didn’t you? I’d hate to think I was responsible for making some poor guy walk around with blue balls all night.”
“Listen to you. What’s gotten into you Stevie?. You almost sound like you don’t mind that I was sucking that guys cock.”
“That’s why I called. I don’t think that I do mind.”
“Stevie, I’m not sure I understand what’s going on, but I really want to talk to you about this. I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow. Can you come over right now?”
I started to laugh. “I can’t Sandra. I sort of have company right now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean Stevie?”
“Sandra, Julie is here.”
Is that what this is all about? Stevie, did you have sex with Julie tonight?”
“No sweetheart, I didn’t, although the offer was made several times.”
“I don’t doubt that. Julie’s a real slut. If she meets a cute guy, she’s going to let him into her panties.” Sandra started laughing. “But I don’t know why I’m being so critical, I’ve never met a cute guy that couldn’t get into my panties either.”
Suddenly Sandra stopped laughing. “Oh sweetie I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. We were joking and it just slipped out.”
“Sandra, don’t worry. I thought it was funny.” I paused for a minute and swallowed hard. It was time to start laying some groundwork. My voice got very quiet. “Sandra, I also thought it was kind of sexy when you said it.”
“Stevie, What’s going on. You’re starting to make me nervous. Is everything okay?”
“Everything is just fine. Sandra why don’t you come over here. We really need to talk, and I agree, I don’t want to wait until morning.”
“Okay Stevie. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Sandra, promise me that you won’t be mad when you find Julie sleeping naked in my bed.”
“Did you have sex with her?”
“No Sandra I didn’t.”
“Then I won’t be mad. I trust you Stevie.”
She paused for a moment. “Stevie, I think it would be really hypocritical of me to be mad. If you decide that you want to sleep with Julie, well I might be jealous, but I admit that I have it coming to me.”
“No Sandra, that’s one of the things I want to talk to you about. I want you to know that you have the right to be really angry if I ever do something like that.”
“Stevie, I’m getting confused.”
“Just come over Sandra. We can talk here.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.”

My cock is as hard as it has ever been.
I haven’t had an orgasm in more than a month. The pills … they talked about “sexual side-effects,” but they never got specific. Understandably so. If they’d said, “Take these pills regularly and you’ll never have an orgasm again,” how many prescriptions would have been filled?
It’s throbbing. I can feel it. With every heartbeat it pulsates, rubbing against the coarse sheet. I hold my breath for a moment and imagine that I can hear it. Shuf-shuf. Shuf-shuf. Shuf-shuf.
I turn my head and look at the clock. Two thirty. I awoke moments ago from a dream that I can no longer remember, awoke to a feeling of hardness, of urgency.
I can feel the heat of my erection on my belly. It strains upward, swollen to unprecedented proportions. I dare not touch myself — ejaculation would be instantaneous; I know this instinctively — but I can tell. A man is comfortable with his cock. He knows its size and its girth and its weight. It’s not something he thinks about, nor is even really aware of, until he stops taking his pills and wakes up three days later at two thirty in the morning with an erection easily twenty percent bigger than any he’s ever experienced before.
I imagine that if I bend forward slightly I will feel the hard, slick head of my cock against my cheek. I can feel it, an imagined sensation so vivid it borders on hallucination. I can feel the head of my cock slide gently across my cheek and press against my lips. I lick them, wetting them, inadvertently sliding my tongue over my cock head.
This is crazy. I haven’t had autofellatio fantasies since I was a teenager. But oh, to be that limber again. In this increasingly liberal times it is often said that most boys receive their first oral stimulation from their own tongues, an experiment carried out during those blissful few months when the penis grows faster than the rest of the body and backs and necks are lean and limber. Is it true? I have no idea. I know that the first tongue to touch my cock was my own, and that it was the better part of a decade before anyone else’s reached that sacred place.
I have not thought of that in years either. Now the memory brings me to what feels like the brink of orgasm.
Her name was Rachel, and we discovered sex together. We were both twenty one — I was three weeks and two days older than her — and we were both virgins, she by choice, I by necessity. We dated; we even slept together, in her dorm room or in mine, but always in sweats or shorts or some other latter-day chastity belt.
She was aware of my penis, of course; when one shares a bed with a boy one can’t help it. I sprang to full erection — nothing too far out of the ordinary, but enough to be proud of, according to my clandestine glances in locker rooms and a few exposures to pornography — with every kiss, every caress. She wasn’t afraid of it; when we spooned in bed she would never hesitate to rub her buttocks against my erection and then giggle at my sharp intake of breath. But that was as far as we went.
Until one night. Isn’t that how these stories are supposed to go? “Things were like this, until one night.” It happened suddenly, or so it seemed to me. She said it without preamble: “I want to give it a kiss.” I didn’t know what she was talking about, and said so, not with words but with my puzzled expression. She reached down and gripped me through my shorts. “I want to give it a kiss,” she said again in the same matter-of-fact tone.
Remembering this has caused my erection to swell to even greater proportions. I fear I may burst at any moment.
Rachel slipped her hands into my shorts, circling the shaft of my erect cock with her slender fingers. Her hand was cold. I remember that part most vividly of all: Her hand was so cold it hurt. She nudged me over on my back, kissed me on my jaw and slid down under the covers.
I said nothing. I just knew that at any moment my mom was going to knock on the door and tell me it was time to go to school.
Keeping one hand on me, on my cock, she slid my shorts down a bit with the other. She pulled my cock out and let it lay on my belly, stretching up just past my bellybutton. I felt her run the tip of one finger down its length, exploring. Then I felt the warmth of her breath. Then I felt her lips.
I thought I would ejaculate immediately. I more than thought it: I knew it. I felt myself coming, felt the pulses inside me, behind my balls at the very base of my cock. But instead of coming rhythmically, spasming out of control, there was just one contraction. A fat drop of seminal fluid welled up out of my cock — I felt it rather than saw it; this was all happening under the covers — and dripped onto my stomach.
Rachel kissed me again, softer this time, puckering her lips around the sensitive part where the head meets the shaft. Another hard contraction, another rush of fluid. She giggled. “Are you doing that on purpose?” she asked, her voice muffled by the bedclothes. “Doing what?” I asked, out of breath. “Twitching like that,” she said. I started to say “no,” but she kissed me again, and this time she parted her lips ever so slightly and allowed the tip of her tongue to touch my cock. I spasmed. “Like that,” she laughed.
“No,” I said to her, barely able to articulate the word. “It’s a reflex.”
“Is it bad?” she asked between kisses, kisses that were starting to blur together into what I was just beginning to realize was my very first blow job.
“No,” I said again, “good. Means I like what you’re doing.” I felt her smile.
Rachel continued to kiss and to lick my cock for a hundred million years. When she reached the head the sensations became familiar: These were things I had done to myself years before during those late-night masturbation sessions. I would squeeze my feet between the mattress and the foot-board and wrap my arms around my knees and pull, hard, until I could stick out my tongue and lick the very tip of my cock. A few times, just a few, I was able to pucker up my lips and nurse at the tip. One hard suck, two, three, then my come surged out and into my mouth, filling my mouth in an instant, the feel of the hot, thick liquid on my tongue triggering some kind of feedback loop that made my orgasm that much more intense until finally I collapsed on the bed, back aching, spitting come out of my mouth all over my pillow.
I wondered, briefly, how Rachel would react if I came that way. Then I felt the hard contraction behind my balls and decided to think about other things for a while.
She reached the tip of my cock and discovered the wetness there. “Did you come?” she asked. “No,” I said, “that’s the stuff that comes out before.”
“Stuff comes out before?” she asked. She was as new at this as I was. Newer, really, for I’d been masturbating for years. I felt her fingertip swirl around the ever-growing puddle of seminal fluid on my stomach, then I felt her tongue. She smacked her lips. “Tastes okay,” she said. “Kind of sweet. I thought it was supposed to be sour and salty. That’s what the girls say.”
“Come tastes different,” I said.
She froze in mid-kiss. “How do you know?” she asked.
She continued to kiss my cock ever more passionately as I told her the story. I told her about how my cock had grown to its present size while I was still less than five feet tall, how I’d first discovered that I could lick and suck myself, how I’d masturbated that way.
“You came in your own mouth?” she asked me between kisses. I made a noise of assent. She seemed to consider this for a moment. “What was it like?” I told her as best I could. “Did you swallow it?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “I spit it out.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “It just seemed like the thing to do.”
“They say girls are supposed to swallow it.”
“Who is this ‘they’ you keep talking about?” I asked. She laughed. “You know, they. The locker-room girls. The people who write for Cosmo. They.”
“Oh,” I said. “And they tell you to swallow?”
“They do,” she mumbled, her mouth pressed against my shaft. “They say that that’s what you’re supposed to do to make your man happy.”
“I don’t think I’d care very much,” I said, seriously considering it. At this point I was desperate to think of anything except what her lips and her tongue were doing to my cock. If I let my concentration slip for even an instant, I was sure that this discussion of come would go from the abstract to the concrete very quickly.
Rachel continued to kiss me, stroking me timidly with her hand, for another million years or so. Then she said, “So this is a blow job.” She said it absently, as if talking to herself.
“Well,” I said, “sort of.”
She laughed again, hot breath on my cock. “You mean I’m supposed to do this?” And she pulled my cock up so she could slip the head into her mouth.
I bit my bottom lip, hard.
She took her mouth off of me and returned to kissing.
I tasted blood in my mouth, metallic and hot.
“John?” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Nothing. Just that you haven’t taken a breath in a while.”
“Oh,” I said, blowing the word out. “Yeah.”
“Did you like that?”
“Hated it,” I said, trying as hard as I could to play it cool and knowing that she’d see right through me. “Couldn’t stand it.”
“I could tell,” she said, “by the way you got all tense and stopped breathing.”
“Yeah. That’s the sign all right.”
“How much of that would I have to do before you come?” she asked.
I held my breath again for a second, then said, “At this point, pretty much all you have to do is say the word ‘come’ to make me come.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, her lips pressed tight against my head. “So if I said that you can come in my mouth …” she said, laughing as she felt my entire body tense up.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, utterly involuntarily.
“Hmm,” she hummed again. “I said it, but you didn’t do it.”
“You’ll never know how close I came,” I said.
She snorted. “You said ‘came,’” she said, and then we were both giggling.
It took us a minute to stop laughing. When we did, she said to me, “I want to be serious for a second.”
“Okay,” I said.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for you to come,” she said.
“That’s totally fine,” I said.
“You’re a liar,” she said.
“I know,” I said.
“Good boy,” she said, swirling her tongue across my head. I moaned wordlessly.
“Will you still respect me in the morning?” she asked.
“As much as I respect you now,” I said diplomatically. Then: “Ow!” Her love bite had actually hurt quite a bit; she was entirely unsympathetic.
I drifted in and out of a state of perfect bliss. An indeterminate amount of time passed.
“Okay,” she said.
“What?” I asked, trying to sort out whether she’d actually spoken or whether I’d just imagined it.
She wrapped her hand around my cock and began to slowly lift it off of my belly, raising it toward her face. “I want you to,” she said.
“To?” I asked, more for something to say to keep from ejaculating than anything.
“To come,” she said as she slid her mouth down over my head.
“Oh, God,” I moaned again. That was enough. It was beginning. I could feel it, deep down, that hardness that marks the point of no return. I watched it in my mind’s eye. She sucked gently, then less gently, bobbing her head ever so slightly up and down on my cock. I watched that point, that point of no return, as it approached, then passed, then fell far behind.
I had just enough presence of mind to reach down, to try to extract myself from her mouth. She grabbed my wrist with her free hand and held it tight.
I came.
She moaned.
The Earth disappeared. The room disappeared. A million stars came out, then began to spin around us at the speed of light.
She moaned again. I could feel my cock filling her mouth with my come.
The sun exploded, shockwaves of nuclear material passing through me like sunlight through a window pane.
Wetness, down there. Hot wetness dripping down. My come was leaking out of her mouth as I continued to ejaculate into it.
My come. Was leaking. Out of her mouth.
Civilizations rose and fell. I saw the face of God, and he was smiling. Smiling at me.
She moaned again, moaned around my cock, moaned with a mouthful of come. I heard her breathing. It was rough, panting, gasping.
I felt the sheet under my back, the pillow under my head. Gradually the universe returned.
She raised her head, slowly, a millimeter at a time. Come poured out of her mouth, down over my cock, down over her hand. Hot at first, then cold. Slippery. She continued to stroke me, an involuntary reflex.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, and it was a prayer.
We discovered sex together. That was the first night of many nights, of a thousand nights, and tonight, as I lay here at two thirty in the morning, I can remember it as if it happened only moments ago. I can feel the slick mixture of come and saliva on my cock, I can hear Rachel’s panting, feel her breath on my swollen, tortured balls.
I clench. I reach deep down inside and I clench that part of me. My hands grip the mattress. I will not touch myself. I clench, and clench, and clench again.
My body clenches back.
My cock spasms violently, a month’s worth of semen flowing out of it and onto my stomach. Again, and a third time. My come does not rocket out of me, it does not shoot or spray. It flows like wax from a candle, running down onto my belly in heavy drops.
I know that if I touch myself, if I stroke myself, my orgasm will increase, my semen will spray out of me and coat my chest, my neck, my face. But I do not. I let my orgasm subside, return to just beneath the surface.
My cock remains powerfully, painfully erect.
In a few minutes, I will have another orgasm. Then another after that. Then perhaps even another. None of them will be powerful. None of them will send me falling into a million exploding suns. But there will be one after another after another until my seed is all spent or I drift into sleep.

Her bedroom was everything an ultimately feminine bedroom would be. The ceiling was so high above them, the dimensions of the room could only be guessed at. Frieze work of frolicking wolves danced around the walls. The massive bed was draped with gauzy fabric, and it shimmered and slithered with the slightest breath. The bed fabrics themselves were heavy damask–ancient and expensive to say the least. Rose-colored and chased with gold threading, it looked as if it were unused. The other furniture beside the bed was a vanity on the far wall away from the doors.
A vanity with no mirror.
There was also a low, green couch, and an oaken highboy on the left of the bed. Floor to ceiling windows let the night in. The rug underfoot was plush rose pile. The walls were covered in silken wallpaper, blood red roses twisting and twining up the walls, their colors bleeding together.
And around the room, candles flickered…100? 200? Of all sizes and shapes, in sconces and on the floor, and even with them brightly lit, twilight still held sway.
She dragged them both through the double doors by their balls, 1 growling, 2 whining. When she finally let go of them, 1 thought, I’ll have her. He had been planning it all the way up the stairs…she lets go, I pounce.
She let go slowly, her nails scratching at them. 1 gathered his feet under him and suddenly threw himself at her.
He landed hard on the floor, sliding into the highboy, the wind knocked out of him.
“In a hurry, 1?” she politely inquired, tittering lightly.
“Bitch…stupid, fucking bitch!” he howled, getting back to his feet quickly. He ran at her, swinging his huge arms.
He never made it. She swept down and grabbed the rings in his cock, pulling them up sharply. It was as if 1 were now made of stone, stopped in the middle of his run. He slowly put his arms down, the only thought running through his head, let go, letgoletgoletgoyousillybitch.
She pulled harder, and he went up on his toes, a deep rumbling moan forming in his throat. “Please…”
“Please, what, 1?”
“Please…please let go.” He meekly replied, sweating, hating himself even more.
She smiled, the ivory of her teeth standing sharply out in the darkness. “OK. As long as you behave.” One big final tug. Letting go, he fell to his knees, clutching himself.
“2.”
“Ma’am?” came the timid reply.
“Unlace me.”
He swiftly moved across the room to her, skirting around his sore Brother, and giving him only the slightest pitiful glance. She stood so regal, so proud, as if she were taller than the house itself. He felt very, very small. Reaching her, he could not meet her eyes, only gazed at the floor, the spot between her feet. His hands moved up, long fingers grasping at the ribbons that held the corset together. Slowly, he pulled the satin ribbon undone, and gathered the deep red ribbon to himself.
She pulled the corset off, keeping her back to her two pets. Laying it across the highboy, she then said, “2.”
“Ma’am?” he whispered.
“My panties, pup. They need to go as well.”
Shivering, he reached his hands out and grasped the waistband of the lacy panties. He drew them down, revealing her fine, heart shaped ass. She lifted one delicate, small foot and then the other. Her hair came down past her waist, a deep chestnut that burned with a fire all its own. The candlelight shined off her smooth, ivory skin.
Then she turned around.
Her eyes were green emeralds, her lips the color of freshly spilled blood. Breasts that defied gravity stood large and proud, the nipples thick and dark. She smiled at her two personal dog soldiers.
“Now, boys, join me on the bed.”
2 came hurriedly, climbing up beside her, still not meeting her or 1’s eyes. 1 was slower, more deliberate, his grey eyes smoldering with pure hate.
She slid back till she was leaning against the massive headboard. “Now…entertain me and perhaps I will not be so severe.”
2 knew the routine. This certainly wasn’t the first time she had wanted such things, but he knew 1 despised playing the harlot for her. He looked over at his Brother, and caught the bigger man’s eyes. Slowly, he leaned over and kissed 1’s thigh, enjoying the salty taste of his skin. 1 just stared at her, his cock even harder, if that were possible, despite the loathing he felt about her games. He felt 2’s kisses, and absentmindedly ran one large hand through 2’s hair.
“What’s the matter, Adrian?” she mocked. “No lust left in the alpha male?”
He wrapped one meaty hand around the swollen shaft and stroked himself deliberately, staring at her the whole time. “Come and ride this and you will see exactly how much lust I have left.”
“2.”
“Ma’am?” came the breathless reply.
“Suck his cock for me. Make it last.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He inched up into 1’s lap and took his heavy balls into his mouth, sucking lightly, running his tongue over both of them.
“What? Can’t handle what I got, bitch?” 1 growled, sneering at her. She did not rise to the bait, but settled back, her hand stroking one nipple.
“If you got to do this, at least do it right!” 1 snarled, grasping 2 by his hair and slamming his cock down the smaller man’s throat. 2 choked and gagged, struggling to accommodate his Brother’s girth. Staring at her, 1 held 2’s head between his hands and began shoving his cock in and out, fucking the poor man’s face. “Like this, you stupid cunt?” he whispered, his balls drawing up tight.
“2.”
“Ummmhurrrrmm.” came the guttural reply.
“Stop.”
Immediately, 2 pulled out of 1’s grasp, his face red and sweaty, and his cock dripping on the bed covering. He gasped and looked at her quizzically. She never stopped them before!
She ran her hand over his sweaty face, and smiled her fangs prominent. “Get out of the way.” Pushing him roughly, she slid on her knees before 1. “I want a taste, Adrian.” Lowering herself down, her fine ass up in the air right in front of 2, she swallowed 1’s cock, her fangs pushing in on either side. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped backwards, groaning with pleasure. She lapped at the shaft, the head, and even ran her tongue up behind his balls, tasting his heavy sweat.
Wrapping his hands in her thick hair, he pushed her further down, ignoring the pressure from her fangs. “You want this, don’t you, bitch? You want a little wolf cock. That’s right, cunt, suck it.” he whispered mindlessly, on the verge of orgasm. “Elliott…fuck her. Fuck this bitch while she swallows me.”
2, in a fit of passion, buried his face between her long legs, lapping at her dripping cunt like a starving man.
The moon tide changed.

I had never met you. I was to meet you for dinner. But still you seemed familiar. You started as a whisper in my ear from a close friend a week earlier. I was given your first name, a name that silently aroused me; as that particular name always had. In my mind I saw you naked perched on a long mirror bathing, your dark hair resting around your shoulders. I saw your cheeks, your smile, and your dark eyes that sparkled like a glass reflecting candlelight. My inner vision so strong, I could have reached in and joined your recreation.
I had furiously paced the floor, and at last, the time had come.
I entered the dark restaurant. Small empty tables shone only by their vigil votives that seemed to float around the crowded room like buoys at sea. There, at a table adrift from the others, you sat, staring at me. I knew that I had seen you before but could not remember where. Damn me as I scoured every corner, of every room in my mind and still returned with nothing.
Your bare arms out stretched and strewn across the square clothed altar as if trying to keep it from straying.
I took the seat opposite from you and said nothing. I stared into the same dark eyes I had seen before. It was you. It was you with long dark hair, the cheekbones, the smile. I sat across from you staring…drinking you in from an invisible chalice, wanting to suck down your every last essence in an attempt to settle my mind as to who you are. Your wavy hair, your perfume, the cut of your body… your beautiful soul, all filled my mind in visions that swirled around like a rich ambrosia that I failed to swallow.
The waiter came and I ordered wine, something expensive and old. There is nothing more important than a beautiful companion and beautiful red wine. You wore a black dress, the neckline trailed down and joined just above your breasts like clasping hands. You caught my eyes and drew them back up to yours.
I watched you as you laughed. Your innocence and charm weaved around the warm heart I had opened for you. Soon came the wine, and with it came the grace of watching you put it to your lips.
I am something other than a gentleman, but I hide in gentleman’s clothing. Because of you, inside I had to restrain a waking beast. I pushed the glass to my lips, letting it water down my throat and pretended it was your most secret sexual desires that I was consuming.
You touched my hand and asked that I move my chair next to yours against the wall. I did not realize where your level of naivety dwelled, and as I was about to find out, more specifically, your lack there of.
Apparently you weren’t tamed by a society of proper. Nor were you the sweet innocent who could be found nestled in tea parties, or encircled by quaint social groups. You looked straight in my eyes as your hand reached below the tablecloth and purposefully grabbed my struggling cock. I was surprised but accommodated immediately by opening the top of my pants. Your warm hand ingested my shaft, stroking the velvety underside and closing around the head.
“I believe you should lift your dress now.” I spoke, directly.
You told me you weren’t wearing panties. If you had I would have cut them down the middle.
I felt the time had come to give you my true intentions. Invisible words floated around the room and I plucked them and gave them life.
“I want to take you home and fuck you.”
I waited for your shock…your shock did not come.
Suddenly more words rushed through my lips like flitting water.
“I want you to feel the pain of my very hard cock as it forces into you. I want you to take me whole and deep and swallow. In return I will rapture you, fucking you intensely, turning your secret areas into throbbing hunger. I will continue taunting and badgering your lust till you can no longer stand the anguish. Then, maybe, I will give you and your orgasm freedom.”
The truth was, be you unwilling…I would have tied you down across the small table in the restaurant and feasted till you lay helpless, cumming. But there was no need for this. I waived the waiter to expel all employees and close up, leaving nothing but fifty candles at vigil and quiet string music swimming around the walls.
Your breasts would taste like the red wine that I was about to pour on them.
I let the gentle stream of intoxicant flow down your neck, between your bosoms; descend your stomach to pool between your legs. I intended on following the trail of this sweet dessert. To your neck and behind your ears gushed my lips, my tongue stroking lightly into the fold that meets your head. I kissed high on the back of your neck, where your dark hair begins, my hot breath cumming down your nape.
Unzipping the back of your dress, the poor excuse of shielding from the world, dropped quickly to the floor.
Up and down your spine my tongue salivated, poking lower every so often between the cheeks of your posterior to wet it. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed the rest of my clothes. Pushing my hard cock inside the channel of your moist stern, I brought my arms around you, massaging you, rubbing the warm alcohol deep into your breasts. After a moment my hands continued carnivorously traveled your body, finding your legs, to part and feel your pussy.
My hands felt for pubic hair to find it had been razored away for sensitivity. It was more like a light blush with stubble against your skin. You were already so very wet that my fingers slid through your triangle easily. You had already cum and that made my cock grind harder against you. My fingers played in and out of your vagina as I sucked along the nape of your neck.
Voyeuristic fingers bore deep between your lips bringing your juice up to mingle with the wine I poured earlier. I imagined it was making a tasty ambrosia that I wished to swirl my tongue in. From the back I slipped my cock between your legs, holding itself up against your vagina, you grabbed it and pushed it just inside your lips, rasping back and forth along the top of my shaft. I slid my wet length against your passage, pulling it back to rub high between the cheeks of your ass. Your cum oiled my shaft so well, that we slid aggressively without friction. I clutched your breasts running my hands up to your hard nipples, gripping them while sliding my hard penis in and out between slippery legs.
I felt you cum again, and I lavished in the attention of it. Feeling your warm liquid running over my cock, I could no longer wait and pierced my hardness inside your warmth. You moaned loud as I firmly pressed both hands into your thighs pushing my shaft up inside your wet pussy as far as it would go, holding it there, allowing it to feel the tenderness clamping around it. Slowly you began moving like a little girl on a merry go round, up and down, up and down slowly riding my pole in our own pleasure ground.
I took your left hand in mine, my right hand still holding your thigh. My mouth clamped to the back of your neck again, delivering hot passion under your ear. You continued undulating up and down, the back of your legs leaving, then returning to touch the front of mine in the most gentle and tantalizing rhythm. My direction momentarily lost in this strange dance, my ears caught the music that hummed and swelled around the room. I realized that it was beginning to sound like a slow carnival, like strings revolving around a circular chamber. You reached back grabbing my thighs and pulling them hard against your flesh. I audibly gasped in elation, and you heard me. I believe that was my fatal mistake.
Amazing how such a quiet little noise can give one’s self away. I do have to say, I was quite surprised. I am the one who seduces, as I have many times…I did not realize my familiar little kitten was about to turn.
Did I mind? I was quite pleased when you turned around and pushed me back unto the table. Call me a whore, but I would have been your whore forever. Anyone who can thrust so much passion is a person worth chaining oneself to. I blinked and you were cowering over me, my cock searching, wanting to feel between your sweet clit again. Like a cat you hung over me, naked, your breasts freely swaying over my chest and then for a moment on my lips and quickly into my mouth…I sucked them to appease you. You seemed to enjoy the appeasement and smiled. Your pelvis gyrated low over my cock, teasing it against your prickly skin.
Suddenly your face turned red and you scowled at me. “I need you now!”
I was a little surprised at this turn in emotion, but not wanting to displease you I accommodated. I lay there with cock fully erect as your lovely cunt swallowed me whole. You smiled the most devilish smile, and before I could catch my breath you started bouncing, forcibly. Your vagina secured around my penis like a constrictor tightening around prey, and in that grip, you forced me in and out, rubbing hard inside your walls of pleasure. You fucked me so brutally and my aching shaft screamed for every moment of it. You pulled wet pussy up, then stopping at the tip of my red cock, then suddenly, “Wham!” the sound of flesh hitting flesh hard as you came down hard on me. It seemed to be creating a strange compression as you took my cock inside, sucking the walls of your entry around it. This was one of the most incredibly pleasurable experiences I have ever had.
As I stated earlier, I had planned on being the seducer. Such a fool was I.
The next five minutes were filled with your body slamming into mine…your breasts banging in my face and your hot sweet exhaustive breath pounding from your chest.
I came with a force so hard that I gripped your thighs for fear of losing the tactile rhythm that kept pleasing me so much. It was in that moment of beautiful sweet death while I shot hot streams of pearl deep inside you, that I had a realization.
Eyes closed, blood rushing through my body, the mind soaring through cloudy skies on wings, searching…then I saw your true self, it was your eyes, it was the shape of your face. I knew you were familiar. The vision quickly opened itself unto me, and just as suddenly I opened my eyes.
There you were, perched on my bare pelvis, licking my cum from your black fur and purring.

This is a repost of a story that I wrote about three years ago simply as a Star Trek fan and in particular, a ‘Scotty’ fan. In the light of James Doohan passing this week, I’m resubmitting it to honor man that gave life to the character he helped to create and to give a futuristic meaning to the title, “Miralce Worker”.
This is a non-erotic story
“Captain’s Log, Stardate 46526.3. The Enterprise is on an emergency mission to Utari IV, an isolationist system on the far side of the Vani Nebula. An unexpected virus has decimated hundreds of thousands of inhabitants on that planet in the last 3 weeks. It is spreading at an exponential rate and could claim the rest of the population within days. We are transporting the only known serum that has been found to be effective against this disease. Since the nebula disrupts most of the ship’s systems, the Enterprise has been forced to skirt the edge of the nebula instead of taking the most direct route. I have asked Mr. La Forge for the highest sustainable warp until we reach Utari IV.”
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“Mr. Data, what’s the ETA to the Utari system?” asked Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
“Two hours and four minutes at warp 9.15, Sir,” answered the golden android.
“Geordi, what’s the status of the warp engines?” asked Commander William Riker.
“They’ll get us there, Commander, but we’re going to need maintenance while in orbit,” answered the Chief Engineer over the Com system.
“Captain, we are receiving a hail from Utari IV. It is from Viceroy Willim,” said Chief Security Officer Worf.
“On screen, Lieutenant,” ordered Picard.
The view screen came to life and the image of a male humanoid with elephant sized ears appeared.
“Enterprise, are you reading this transmission?” pleaded Viceroy Willim.
“Yes, Viceroy, we’re reading you,” replied Picard.
“Captain, how much longer before you reach us? In the last hour alone over half a million people have died in hospitals all over the planet. By the end of the day we will have lost one fifth of the population, worldwide.”
Picard and Riker exchanged looks as Will jumped up out of his seat and headed toward the turbo lift. “Engineering,” he snapped, as the doors slid shut.
“We’re still two hours away, Viceroy. We’ll do everything possible to reduce that time.”
“Thank you Captain.” Willim said as the screen switched back to a star field.
“Picard to sick bay.”
“Sick bay here, Captain,” answered Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher.
“Do you have everything you need to make this transfer of the serum?” Picard asked. “The virus is spreading even faster than the worst predictions.”
“Mr. Worf has coordinated the distribution of the serum through six cargo bays. From there it will be beamed to the designated coordinates as each one comes into transporter range.”
“Thank you, Dr. Crusher.” Picard said. “Mr. Worf. Make absolutely certain you have anticipated every contingency. I want this transfer to go as quickly as possible without disruptions.”
“Aye, Sir. Mr. Data and I have gone over the distribution plan step by step. There should be no problems,” answered Worf.
“Very good.” He said as he turned toward ‘Ops’. “Mr. Data, has there been any increase in speed?”
Data tapped his console a few times. “No, Sir. We are still at warp 9.15,” he replied.
“Bridge to engineering.”
“Aye, Sir,” Riker responded over the Com.
“Status, Number One.” Picard barked.
“The Chief Engineer is resisting all my efforts to increase speed.”
“Mr. La Forge?” asked the Captain, waiting for an explanation.
“Captain, we have maintained this speed for over 12 days. The manuals recommend no more than 6. We’re lucky we haven’t lost a nacelle due to overload. We are at 99.7% power. The warp core can’t handle any more.” Geordi sighed, as he looked back at the warp core, knowing this was the longest it had ever produced that much power. He shook his head knowing what was coming next from his Captain, but he had to say it.
“Geordi, a million more people may die by the time we reach Utari IV. We have to do everything we can to reduce that number and relieve the suffering of these people. Cut all non-essential systems. Evacuate and shut down decks if need be, just get more speed.”
After a few moments of silence, the reply came from La Forge, “Aye, Sir.”
A minute later, Worf, standing at the security station announced, “Captain, my status board is showing systems being shut down all over the ship. Commander Riker has ordered the evacuation of decks 10 through 21.”
“Ship’s speed is increasing, Captain. We are now at warp 9.3. Speed is still increasing, now at warp 9.42 and holding,” Data informed Picard.
“What is our revised ETA now, Data?” asked Picard.
“One hour and six minutes, Sir,” replied the android.
“Mr. Worf, have the decks 10 through 21 been evacuated, yet?”
“It has just been completed, Captain. All personnel accounted for,” replied Worf.
“Cut all power to those decks as well as life support,” Picard ordered.
He got up from his command chair and walked to Data and helmsman Lieutenant Ruth Wesley.
“Keep your eyes on the power, Lieutenant. As soon as power becomes available, transfer it to the engines. Mr. Data, keep me apprised of status,” he said as he peered over each of their shoulders.
“Speed is now 9.5, 9.6, speed is now 9.72 and holding,” said Data.
The Com chirped. “Engineering to Captain Picard.”
“Go ahead Number One,” he replied
“That’s all there is, Captain. Let’s hope we don’t need that tow.”
“Agreed. ETA, Mr. Data?” asked Picard.
“At this speed, thirteen minutes and ten seconds.”
Picard returned to his chair with a sense of satisfaction.
“Captain, long range sensors are picking up a vessel at extreme range on the fringe of the nebula,” Data reported. “The ship doesn’t appear to be headed toward any known destination.”
“Mr. Worf?” Picard asked.
“Unable to determine vessel design at this time. It is not transmitting an ID beacon, and is traveling at sub-light speed. It is probably an automated freighter that is off course,” replied the Klingon.
“Make a note of the location of the vessel and we’ll investigate when our mission is complete.”
“Aye, Sir,” growled Worf.
“Captain, we are approaching Utari. The first few transport coordinates have just come into range,” reported Lieutenant Wesley.
“Mr. Worf, notify Viceroy Willim and begin transport. Lieutenant, plot an orbit that will take us over the transport sites as quickly as possible,” Picard said, looking at Ruth.
“Aye, Sir,” replied both Worf and Ruth Wesley.
“Captain, Viceroy Willim is on audio,” said Worf. Picard gave him a nod and a channel was opened.
“Captain, reports are starting to come in that they have received their shipments way ahead of schedule. Many hundreds of thousands of lives may have just been saved. I have a gift from the Utari people, to The United Federation of Planets. A shuttle has been dispatched to your ship, and it should arrive shortly. It’s just a small token of thanks for going so far out of your way on this mission of mercy. Again, thank you.” The channel closed.
“Transport of the medicine to the planet has been completed, Captain,” Worf said.
“Very well. Put us into a standard orbit, Lieutenant Wesley.” He hit his Com badge. “Number one?”
“Yes, Captain,” replied Ricker.
“Please arrange to redistribute power to the systems and restore power to the lower decks.”
“Aye, Sir.”
“Oh, and would you revive Mr. La Forge and tell him I said ‘Well done’?”
Will turned to look at Geordi who was over by the warp core, banging his head against the wall.
“I’ll be sure to tell him,” smiled Ricker.
“Mr. Data, let’s check out that shuttle,” said Picard as he headed to the turbo lift. “Shuttle bay three,” he said as Data joined him in the lift.
* * *
They waited out side the shuttle bay until the readings showed that it had been repressurized. The door opened and there sat an older style shuttle that appeared to be well maintained.
Data held up his tricorder and passed it over the craft. “There appears to be a container in the aft compartment that is shielded from my scans.”
“Shielded?” asked Picard, with his curiosity piqued to a higher level.
“Yes, Sir. It is not emitting any harmful radiation so either the shield is doing what it is designed to, or the contents are not radioactive. I would advise caution, Captain,” stated the golden android.
“Mr. Data, why would the Utarians wish us harm after bringing them the medicine they so desperately needed?” Picard asked, as he motioned Data to open the aft hatch.
Data opened the hatch and both he and Picard stood in disbelief. The container nearly filled the aft compartment. It had symbols and markings that indicated that it contained the most rare and most sought after substance in the galaxy.
Wars had been fought over it.
Gold pressed latinum was worthless next to it.
They opened the container, still unable to believe what they were seeing.
The container was filled with pure dilithium crystals.
Data held up his tricorder and confirmed the contents.
“Captain, there is more dilithium here than is currently being used in all of the Federation,” stated Data.
“Now we know why they’re isolationists,” stated Picard. “Have Mr. Worf get a security crew down here to store the crystals in cargo bay 8. Have them seal and shield it. I don’t want anyone scanning us and finding out what we’re carrying,” he said, holding up a huge crystal. “No mention of this is to be made to the rest of the crew. Schedule a senior staff meeting at 19:00. In the mean time, research everything you can about Utari IV. I’ll expect a report then. Oh, and ah, make sure you arrange to have this shuttle returned,” said Picard, placing the crystal back in the container.
“Aye, Sir,” replied Data.
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“Captains Log supplemental, all indications are that the spread of the plague ravaging Utari IV has been halted. Repairs have begun on the engines. A vessel was detected at extreme range on our journey here. I intend to investigate as soon as we can leave orbit.”
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At 19:00 Picard entered the conference room. Seated at the table were Riker, Data, La Forge, Dr. Crusher, Worf, and Counselor Deanna Troi.
“Viceroy Willim has reported that the spread of the plague has stopped. Many critical cases have shown signs of improvement. I consider our mission here a success. As you may have heard, the Utarians gave us a ‘gift’ for the Federation’s help. It is that ‘gift’ that has prompted this meeting,” said Picard. “Mr. Data?”
“What the Captain is referring to, is 21,000 kilograms of pure dilithium,” said Data, as if he were talking about a basket of flowers
Riker’s jaw hit the table. Troi
pointed to Geordi and Dr. Crusher grabbed a hold of him before he fainted. Worf looked concerned.
Data continued, “As you know, the Utarians are a non-aligned species. They are also extreme isolationists. We are the first Federation ship to have visited here in 60 years. The first contact ship, The Komack, was mapping the Vani Nebula when they discovered the system. They found a strong dampening field around the planet. It allowed transporter function but sensor readings were nearly impossible. The Utarians greeted the Komack by sub-space radio and then wished it well on its’ continued journey. Having been denied a first contact meeting, they left.”
“A long way, out of their way for nothing,” said Riker.
Data continued, “The Utari system is at the extreme edge of Alpha Quadrant. The Klingons, Romulans and the Cardassians have no settlements for over 200 parsecs. The Vani nebula also serves as a natural shield to sensors. Unless you were traveling in this direction, you would never know that this system exists. The dampening field was still operating when we arrived. If this truly was a ’small token’, then we know what they were trying to hide.”
“Dilithium has a unique and powerful sensor signature. If Utari IV is that dilithium rich, no matter how isolated you are from others, nebula or no nebula, somebody is going to find you. Once that happens, you have invasion after invasion. I would have figured out how to hide myself too,” said Geordi.
“Why did they specifically ask the Federation for help?” asked Troi.
“I doubt that they’ve been contacted by anyone else. If any of the Empires had been there before, that damping field would have been an open invitation to investigate. There wouldn’t have been anyone down there to have contracted the plague,” answered Riker.
“Dr. Crusher, what is the medical status on Utari?” asked Picard.
“Right before this briefing, I contacted the Minister of Health, and he told me that deaths due to the plague has ceased. It’s a very quick acting serum,” she replied.
“Mr. La Forge, how are the diagnostics doing on the engines?” asked Picard, as he turned toward Geordi.
“We should be restarting the warp core by 07:00. After a few final checks we should be ready to leave by 08:00,” answered La Forge.
“Good. It’s going to be a long trip back and I still want to investigate that ship,” said the Captain. “No one is to discuss this matter with anyone outside this room. No mention of it in personal logs. We can’t even chance relaying this to Star Fleet over sub-space. We will be returning to Star Fleet Command after our investigation of that vessel. Dismissed.”
“Mr. Worf,” Picard said, as the others exited the room. “Have you had any luck with the sensor readings on that ship?”
The Klingon shook his head. “No, Sir. The distance of the ship as well as its proximity to the nebula has made it impossible to identify. All we know for certain is that it is there.”
Picard nodded and Worf left the room.
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“Captain’s Log, Stardate 46526.9. Commander La Forge has completed his repairs and he reports that the warp engines are at full readiness.”
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“Lieutenant Wesley, break orbit and set course for the unidentified ship, warp 6. Engage,” ordered Picard.
The Enterprise leapt into warp. For a few hours, things were quiet on the bridge. Data broke the silence.
“Captain, I am beginning to receive some information on that vessel.”
“Is it a freighter, Data?” asked the Captain.
“I do not believe so Sir, however I’m getting an indication that this may be a Federation vessel, possibly a Starship.”
“A Federation vessel? I thought the Komack was the only Federation vessel to be out this far. I’m pretty sure that it returned,” stated Riker, looking at Picard.
“That is correct, Commander. It was decommissioned and scrapped 28 years ago,” replied Data.
“Life signs?” asked Picard.
“None detectable at this distance,” replied Data. “It is moving at .15 of light and, if these readings are correct, it is without power.”
“I’ll be in my ready room. Let me know as soon as you learn anything new.”
“Aye, Sir,” replied Riker.
* * *
The Com chirped. “Captain, we have new information on that vessel and are almost within visual range.”
“Acknowledged, Number One,” answered Picard.
The Captain entered the bridge from his ready room. “Report.”
“It’s defiantly a Federation vessel, Captain. It’s an old style Constitution class,” reported Ricker.
“Constitution class? They started making them before they were using stardates. Which one is it?” asked Picard.
“We don’t know yet, Sir,” answered Riker.
“What we do know is that this was one of the original 12 deep exploration starships. Only two made it back from the 5 year missions assigned in the early 2260’s,” said Data. “Our namesake, NCC-1701, which continued in service for several years afterward and the Excalibur, NCC-1705 which was damaged in a war game exercise with Dr. Richard Daystrom’s M-5 computer in 2262, Stardate 4729.4. It was beyond serviceable repair and was retired to the fleet museum.
“To be stationed on one of those original starships was considered to be the best assignment available. Command was assigned only to the very best officers,” said Riker.
Tapping his keyboard Data continued, “No life signs are onboard. All power plants are dead. Ship’s ambient temperature is the same as open space. The ship appears structurally sound. Other than the identity of the vessel, nothing more can be ascertained until we board.”
“Captain we are now in visual range” barked Lieutenant Worf.
“On screen.”
The faint image of a vessel with a saucer shaped section, a fuselage, and twin cylindrical warp nacelles appeared tumbling slowly against the stars on the view screen.
“There is no doubt that that is a Federation vessel and an old one,” said the Captain to no one in particular. “But which one?”
“Captain, we are close enough to use the tractor beam to steady the vessel,” said Data.
“Can that ship handle our tractor beam?” asked Picard, concerned.
“It is structurally sound, Captain,” replied Data.
“Make it so.”
The ship on the screen came to a halt right side up relative to The Enterprise.
“Lieutenant Wesley, bring us along side of that ship and illuminate it please. I want to know who she is,” said Picard.
The Lieutenant tapped some keys on her console and the image of the ship grew on the view screen. A strong light came on, and shined on its’ left nacelle.
“NCC-1703. The USS Lexington,” said Riker. Lieutenant Wesley suddenly looked like she had seen a ghost.
“Mr. Data, do you have any information on the Lexington?” asked Riker.
“Yes, Sir,” he said glancing at Wesley seated next to him.
“The USS Lexington was the fourth Constitution Class Starship built. It was one of the 12 original deep space starships built in that class, which were the most advanced and prominent of their time. It was commissioned on August 21, 2222. Stardates were not in use yet. It started its’ 5 year mission in 2258, Stardate 1717.5 and never returned. The last known position of the ship was in the Deneb system, in 2265, Stardate 5932.2, over 8000 light years from here. The last Commander of that ship was Commodore Robert Wesley,” he said, as all eyes turned to look at Ruth who stared fiercely ahead.
“Thank you Mr. Data. Lieutenant Wesley, will you join me in my ready room?”
They entered the room and Picard said, “Have a seat Lieutenant.”
She sat, still looking very stiff.
“Ms. Wesley, are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, Captain. Thank you,” she replied, not looking him in the eye.
“I take it from your reaction that that name has a meaning to you.”
“Mr. Data knew. That’s why he was watching me when he told you the story of The Lexington. Commodore Wesley was my great grandfather. Along with Captain Kirk and Fleet Captain Garth, my great grandfathers’ tactics and command style are required reading at the Academy,” she said. “No one ever knew what happened to him. The last report he sent was that they were answering a distress call in the Kalib system, 6 light years from their position in the Deneb system. Nothing was ever heard from them again,” she said.
“Do you wish for some time to collect your feelings?” he asked, looking at her for signs of an emotional display.
“No thank you, Captain,” she said as she held her hand up. “Although I honor his accomplishments, I didn’t know him, I only know ‘of’ him.”
“Very well, Lieutenant, return to your station.” Picard said, satisfied that she had regained her control.
“Thank you, Sir,” Ruth said as she stood and left the room.
Picard hit his Com badge, “Mr. La Forge report my ready room.”
“Aye, Sir,” came the reply.
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“Captains Log Stardate 46527.3. The Enterprise has found a first generation starship, The Lexington. As inexplicable as it may seem, it is 8000 light years from its last reported position. We are continuing to run scans before we deem it safe to beam an away team aboard.”

Danny’s eyes widened in total disbelief as the head of the parole board announced their decision to him. After fourteen long years in prison, he had finally been released. He felt numb as excitement soared through his veins while he was led back to his cramped cell.
The guard handed him a box and told him to pack his belongings. He nodded his head, and looked down at his shaking hands. Danny couldn’t remember when he had been so scared and happy at the same time.
Being a very strong believer in his Native American heritage, the first thing he did was say a silent prayer of thanks. Then he slowly began to take inventory of all the stuff he had collected over the years.
It sure didn’t seem like much but then again he had traded most of his books for postage stamps, long ago. In less than fifteen minutes he was all packed to leave. He paced his cell, impatiently waiting for the guard to return. When he finally did, he tossed a stack of clothes at him then shut the door again.
Danny was more than glad to change out of the prison issue clothes he had been wearing for so many years. The feel of regular street clothes against his skin was almost foreign. It was another hour before the guard returned to escort him to the discharge office.
Danny had grown quite cranky by then but held his tongue, not wanting to screw up his release. The two hours of red tape and paper work that followed, gave him a headache. By the time he was finally given the money from his prisoner bank account, it was almost dinner time.
He was driven to the bus station in Wichita, where he was supervised until he boarded the bus. A big smile crossed his face as he watched the prison van drive away. Reality began to set in as he thought about the future.
It had taken a lot of string pulling for him to be able to parole out to another state. He had been ordered to report to his parole officer first thing the following morning in Oklahoma City.
His stomach began to growl with a vengeance since he was used to eating on a strict time schedule. He was determined to ignore it but gave up after ten minutes. The bus driver told him that he had fifteen minutes before they would be pulling out of the station.
He made a bee-line for the snack bar and ordered a double cheeseburger combo. Just as he stepped back onto the bus, carrying his dinner, the driver announced that they were leaving.
Danny settled into a seat at the back of the bus. He gobbled his food, having almost forgotten what decent chow tasted like. It was almost the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, with one exception that he was reminded of as he watched a last minute passenger hurry on board.
He could tell that she had been running to catch the bus as her breasts heaved with each breath she took as she walked down the aisle toward him. His eyes slowly surveyed her body when she stopped four seats in front of him and leaned over to spread a blanket on the seat. Her long golden hair swayed as she moved her arms.
He leaned his head to the side, to get a look at her ass as her short dress crept upward. A brief glimpse of red satin panties and curvaceous thigh was all he saw. That was more than enough to excite him.
He waited until she was in her seat and the bus rolled out of the station before he unzipped his fly to relieve the intense pressure in his jeans. It didn’t help much which forced him to pull his cock out of his underwear. He slowly stroked himself as he watched the back of the woman’s head.
Danny imagined that she was kneeling between his legs, with his fingers intertwined in her beautiful hair as she wrapped her soft pink lips around his girth. He tightened the grip on his shaft, mimicking the movements her mouth would make as she took him in and out, deeper with each stroke.
An involuntary groan arose from his chest when he thought about the tip of his rod hitting the back of her throat. He was to wrapped up in his own fantasy to notice that the woman had turned around to look at him.
She watched his face intently as sweat poured down his forehead. By the movement of his arm, it was easy for her to guess what he was doing. Not one to be easily offended, she smiled as lustful thoughts entered her mind.
Danny’s eyes had rolled back in his head by that time, so he did not see her when she stood up and quietly walked to his seat. He snapped back to reality when he felt her hand wrap around his. He looked up at her as she slid past him, sitting down in the seat next to him.
Without speaking a word, she pulled her hair to one side and lowered her face to his crotch as she lifted his hand away from his rigid cock. He thought he would faint in pleasure as she wrapped her mouth around him.
The touch of a woman was almost more than he could bare, after so many years of having to depend on himself for pleasure. He gritted his teeth, in an attempt to remain in control as she sucked his entire length into her throat. His entire body began to shake as he fought back the urge to cum. The exquisite touch of her magical tongue was to much for him to bear.
Every muscle in his body stiffened as he thrust upward. She moaned and began to swallow his thick cream as wave after wave exploded against the back of her throat. By the time his balls were finally emptied of his seed, Danny felt weak. He collapsed against the seat, breathing raggedly.
The blonde sat up, smiled and slowly licked her lips. Then she stood up and went back to her seat. His mind raced wildly as he began to wonder if it had all been a dream. Before he had gone to prison it sure was not an everyday occurrence that a sexy stranger just walked up to him and sucked his dick.
Danny tried to go to sleep after he tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants but his mind kept wondering back to what he had been craving for a taste of the past decade. He glanced around the bus, noticing that nobody else was sitting near the back except for him and the woman.
Finally getting his nerve up, he moved to the seat across from hers. She was sitting sideways with her legs stretched out along the seat. She smiled when they made eye contact, then she slowly opened her legs, revealing the fact that she had removed her panties.
As she parted her legs a little more, he realized that her pussy lips were smooth. Remembering what he had seen in dirty magazines over the years, he knew it was a common practice for women to shave their pussies nowadays.
He unconsciously bit his lip, his eyes following her hands as they gliding up her thighs. He gasped when she slipped one finger into her slit and wiggled it around enough to get it wet then lifted it to her mouth and slowly sucked it in.
The look of gratification on her face as she tasted herself almost pushed him over the edge. He wanted to taste her juices so bad that it was all he could do to control himself from jumping across the aisle and burying his face in her mound.
She could plainly see the effect her actions were having on his body, as the bulge in his jeans grew larger. Deciding to have a little more fun with him, she moved her finger back to her nether lips and slid it deep inside herself.
Her finger moved slowly at first, speed increasing with each stroke until she was panting in pure delight. Watching her finger fuck herself was more than Danny could take. He hopped over into her seat, pushing her thighs wide apart with his head.
She had to bite her lips to hold back a squeal of delight as his tongue began to lap at her juicy clit. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, holding her firmly in place as she began to buck wildly against his face.
Many years of speculation that he had lost his God given talent of eating pussy while locked up in prison, soon disappeared from his mind. He moved his tongue against her flesh with butterfly light flicks.
He moved it with such skill and expertise that the woman would have never believed him if he told her he’d been locked up for over a decade. She ground herself harder against his mouth, enjoying herself immensely as he devoured her pussy.
She ran her fingers through his hair, applying pressure to his head which pressed his face deeper into her wet valley. Hot pussy juice covered his face from ear to ear as he slid his tongue inside her.
Her muscles quivered in response, rippling against his tongue as he probed her body. He stretched it deep inside her and wiggled it wildly, bringing moans of pleasure from her. Danny was quite sure everyone on the bus knew what they were doing.
His craving for the taste of wet pussy was stronger than any worry he had about being kicked off the bus. He continued to fuck her with his tongue until he felt her lurch and heard her cry out.
She wrapped her legs around his neck, smothering him with her pussy as her hot juices poured into his mouth. He slurped down every drop, in an attempt to quench his thirst. When she finally relaxed, he gave her another thorough licking, not stopping until she started to whimper.
When he lifted his head and looked around, his face grew red in embarrassment when he saw that they did indeed have an audience. Several people were staring at him with knowing looks on their faces.
Not caring what anyone thought, he leaned over and gave the blonde a hot frenzied kiss which left them both breathless. Then he wiped the juice off his face with his hand and returned to his original seat in the back of the bus.
Having satisfied himself temporarily, he had no trouble drifting off to sleep. He did not wake up until the bus pulled into the terminal in Oklahoma City. As he exited the bus, the blonde smiled at him and winked.
He wanted to ask her for her phone number but decided not to. Hell he was a free man and he planned to soil his wild oats with every chance he got. That meant not being with the same woman twice, until he got his ‘whoring’ streak out of his system.
As he walked around the bus station, trying to catch a glimpse of his family in the crowd, he recognized one of the people from the bus that had been staring at him. It was a brunette that looked to be in her mid twenty’s. She smiled and walked past him, giving him a seductive look.
His eyes followed her as she walked toward an exit. Her ass swayed with each step she took. When she reached the door, she glanced back at him and stared until he began to walk toward her. She led him outside to some tall bushes, next to the building.
Danny glanced around before stepping behind the shrubs. He ended up face to face with the woman as she leaned against the wall. He took a deep breath as the scent of her perfume enveloped him. His eyes roamed down her body, noting her ample sized breasts and the outline of her pussy lips, through her tight jeans. He looked up when she spoke.
“Fuck me.”, She said in an almost demanding voice.
Normally, that tone would have turned Danny off, but after being away from women for so long, it didn’t bother him one bit. He wasted no time removing his jeans and underwear. Then he helped the woman take off hers. She leaned against the wall again as he moved his arms around, gripping her ass with his hands. He lifted her legs up as she wrapped them around his ass which pressed his cock against her womanhood.
“Fuck me.”, She repeated.
He was more than happy to oblige her request and thrust into her with all his might. His full length slipped into her wet heat with ease. She tightened her muscles around him, gripping him like a vise as he thrust in and out of her.
He moved his pelvis faster and harder, causing his balls to slap wildly against her lips. Each stroke brought a cry of joy from her mouth. Not wanting to be interrupted while getting his first piece of ass, since his prison release, he pressed his lips to hers.
The sounds she was making were soon muffled by his dancing tongue. She followed his lead, kissing in rhythm with his thrusting cock. Danny’s arms began to ache from holding her up in the air, so he broke the kiss and lifted her off of him.
Then he turned her facing away from him, and told her to bend over. She did as he asked, placing her hands on her ankles. He smiled as he got a full view of her wet slit. Then he grabbed her ass and ram-rodded his cock deep inside her pussy again.
His cock ached so bad for release by that time, that he no longer cared if anyone caught them. He pounded into her nether hole as hard and fast as he possibly could. Her squeals of ecstasy echoed across the parking lot.
He knew it would take anyone who heard them a few minutes to figure out the exact location of the noise. His nuts ricocheted off of her thighs with every hard slam. The sensation was almost enough to buckle his knees.
“Fuck me harder!”, The bossy brunette yelled.
Not wanting to leave her unsatisfied, he drilled his pole into her with the force of a jackhammer. It was hard enough to cause her to fall onto all fours on the ground. Danny never lost a beat. In fact, he was able to fuck her even faster as he kneeled over her. That was enough to bring her to climax.
She thrashed against his body as she was swept away by orgasmic bliss. Her rippling pussy sent Danny over the edge. He grunted and shoved his beef deep inside her as he shot his wad. His hot cum coated her insides then began to ooze out. They collapsed in a heap on the ground, trying to catch their breath.
After a bit, he finally mustered up the strength to put his clothes back on. Then he waited until the woman had redressed before stepping out of the bushes. Just as he emerged on the sidewalk, he spotted his brother coming out the bus station door. He turned to the woman to tell her that he had to leave, but she had already walked off. Shrugging his shoulders, he grinned and walked toward his family.
It didn’t take Danny long to settle into a routine. He got a job and kept all his appointments with his parole officer. In his spare time, he went out whoring around, as he liked to call it. He picked up just about any woman that was willing.
For the next six months, he screwed a different woman just about everyday. By the time he was released from parole, he was ready for a change. His family was getting on his nerves. He decided it was time to get a place of his own, where he could live his own life.
On the fifth day of apartment hunting, he finally found a reasonable place that he liked. The apartment manager didn’t seem to care about his past. She did not do a credit check or anything.
All she cared about was the rent and deposit money. He could tell by the way she looked at him that she liked what she saw. He guessed that she wasn’t much older than twenty. Being almost forty himself, she was just the right age for him.
Something about her made him curious. When he looked into her eyes, he could see a deep sadness. She tried to hide it with her smile but he sensed that she was heartbroken.
Not wanting to add to her troubles, he did not pursue the lustful thoughts he was feeling as he followed her through the apartment she was showing him. He felt a little guilty about wanting to jump her bones when he caught her staring out the window with tears in her eyes.
He tried to think of something to say, but all those years in prison had left him a little gun shy when it came to talking to women. Deciding not to say anything, he turned to leave the room. When she spoke, he stopped in his tracks and listened. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about this woman was different from all the others that he had meaningless flings with.
“Do you ever wish you could turn into a bird and fly away?”, She asked.
Surprised by her question, he hesitated momentarily. When she turned and looked into his eyes, he was able to find his words.
“Yes, I have spent many hours wishing I could do just that.”, He answered honestly as he thought about those endless hours in that prison.
He was curious about why she asked that question but before he could say anything else she excused herself and left him standing there, feeling rather awkward. He looked around the apartment for a while longer, wondering if she would return.
When he finally gave up and decided to leave, he saw her sitting on a tire swing in the courtyard. She was absolutely breathtaking as the breeze blew through her hair. The swing swayed back and forth just a bit as she stared at nothing. He didn’t think that she had noticed him until she looked over at him and beckoned him.
He took a deep breath and walked over to her. She patted the other side of the swing, inviting him to sit down. He gave her a sheepish smile, then sat down. He didn’t mind when she leaned back a bit, using him for a backrest. Neither of them spoke for a while, as they both became lost in their own thoughts. When she finally did speak again, her words caught his interest.
“Have you ever just met anyone that you felt as if you had known your whole life? Something about them makes you feel so comfortable, that you feel like you could tell them your deepest darkest secret?”, She asked.
Danny shifted his feet, as he began to grow more nervous. What she said got to him because he had just been thinking the same thing. Instead of answering her, he turned to look at her. Their eyes locked as they stared at each other. He felt mesmerized by her dark eyes as they seemed to pull him inward.
“You feel it to, don’t you?”, She said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
He nodded his head, unable to find his voice, again. She gave him a serious look and said, “Your soul is very strong. I sense the bear spirit is watching over you.”
His mouth fell open in amazement because he rarely told anyone about his Native American beliefs and this woman had been able to read him like the cover of a book. He stared at her, wondering how she had known about his spirit. She didn’t have dark hair and skin like most Native Americans, so it hadn’t occurred to him that she might be one, too.
As if she could read his thoughts, she said, “I am Cherokee. I also used to have a spirit watching over me.”
Tears slowly poured from her eyes as she spoke. He sensed an uneasy emptiness inside her. While he looked at her thoughtfully, she continued speaking.
“Two years ago, I married a wonderful man. He to was of the Cherokee people. His spirit was a wolf. He could not control that spirit. It got him into more mischief than he could handle. Now he is gone and my spirit went with him.”, She whispered so quietly that her words seemed to float on the wind.
“What happened?”, Danny asked, hoping that he wasn’t prying.
“He was murdered in a fight over a woman. The man came home and caught my husband in bed with his wife. Then he shot him. My life ended on that day, too.”, She responded.
Danny stood up and walked around the swing. Then he knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. He held them tightly as he said a prayer, asking for the spirits to give her the strength to heal. She waited until he finished then gave him a hug.
“After you get moved into the apartment, will you go on a drive with me? I would like to show you something.”, She said.
Danny agreed, then they went to her apartment so he could sign a lease and pay his rent. He told her that he would go with her the next day. It was time for him to go to work. While he was working that evening, his mind kept wondering back to her. She had told him that her given name was in the Cherokee language and to hard to pronounce, so he could call her by her nickname, Willow.
He spent the evening and most of the night, trying to clear his mind of thoughts about her. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept wondering back to the conversation they had on the tire swing.
It had been many years since a woman had affected him that way. Usually when he met a woman, sex was all he thought about. It was different this time, her soul was affecting him more than her body was.

Kenny brushed the flies from Angelique’s gentle face. Cradling her head in his lap he returned to softly rocking her. They sat on the earthen floor of the barn, warmed by a thick slab of afternoon sunlight pouring in from between the broad doors.
Their farm languished on a rocky patch of the old riverbed, immersed in a sea of tall billowing poplars. In front of the sagging red barn stood an ancient maple tree and to its right sat the saltbox farmhouse clad in weathered-white clapboard siding and fronted by a long, low veranda. The warm summer breeze pushed open the screen door, only to have the spring return it to the frame with a soft thump. Faded gingham curtains fluttered in the windows upstairs, keeping time with the slowly pulsing door. Kenny swayed to these rhythms, eyes closed, remembering the morning.
The family was gathered around the kitchen table for breakfast. Across from Kenny sat his little brother Raymond, wolfing down the last of his heavily-buttered toast. Beside Raymond sat Angelique, her ringlets of curly blond hair sweeping away the remains of a rice cake from the tray of her high chair. Mother sat tightlipped at the foot of the table, her meal untouched. She looked across at father as he eyed the bosom of his female guest.
It didn’t seem right for father to bring ladies to stay overnight at the farm. Mother said so too, but it didn’t seem to matter. They never stayed more than overnight and never the same one twice. In fact Kenny could not remember setting eyes on any of them again after they had stayed on the farm.
This one was pretty. With light hair and deep blue eyes she looked an awful lot like the picture of his mother, on her wedding day. She had come downstairs for breakfast dressed only in mother’s terrycloth bathrobe and had seated herself beside Kenny, to his father’s right.
He glanced down and saw his father’s huge calloused hand on the bare thigh of the woman. The thick fingers squeezed and the young ladies legs parted in response. The hand inched upward and she took a deep breath. He watched intently as her face flushed and her lips became fuller. His father’s hand jerked suddenly and she let out a sharp sigh. Her leg brushed against Kenny’s knee as she tried to spread her legs wider. The cloth belt of the bathrobe began to loosen and the boy stared at the firm flesh of her upturned breast.
“Kenneth!” His father’s voice suddenly pierced the room, “Did you feed those chickens this morning like I told you to?”
The son twisted on his chair uncomfortably, like a red ant held captive on a flat rock, his father’s magnifying eyes burning into him. The young woman stared down at him sympathetically. The room went silent.
“Can’t you do anything right?” his father’s thundering voice echoed off the walls. “This family works damn hard to put food on the table and you don’t lift a hand to… look at me when I’m talking to you, boy!”
Kenny dragged his eyes from the woman and looked at his father, trying hard not to let him see his fear. Father’s voice became more distant.
Kenny was jolted back to the barn by the distant, familiar sound of a pickup truck approaching, its tires crunching through gravel, pulling it off the highway, down the long narrow drive.
Kenny turned back into the shadows of the barn, his eyes darting into each empty stall. Along the far wall he saw the crude, wooden ladder, his eyes following its slanted rungs from the hard packed floor to the silent, barren loft. For a moment he considered hiding. He thought of slipping into one of the lightless niches and cloaking himself in the darkness. Again he was brought back by the sound of the approaching truck, warning him the time for hiding was over.
Looking down, Kenny could see that Angelique’s face had lost all colour. Tenderly he began stroking her hair as she looked up at him with terrified pale blue eyes. He held her hand gently, feeling Mother’s pinking shears still defiantly clutched in her delicate fingers. Setting Angelique down softly on the ground, pressing his finger to her lips so she would know to be quiet, Kenny crept to the doorway.
The distant whine of the truck’s drive gears was becoming a distinct cry of protest as the truck pushed steadily nearer. Kenny’s heart began to strike hard against the inside of his chest until it hurt to breathe. Gripping the barn door, he began gently closing it, the aged red paint flaking off in his fingers. The truck was topping the little hill behind the farmyard and while Kenny was still pulling his fingers in, it was speeding alongside the barn. The vehicle passed within inches of the barn door, the ground trembling from its weight. Blood began pounding in his temples as he stood, gasping, with his lungs reluctant to take in air. Wild-eyed he watched the Fargo pickup rattle up to the front porch and stop with a shudder. Turning back into the barn Kenny listened to the truck door slam. He paused; footsteps creaked across the front porch. The screen door opened with a gentle sigh, and then closed with soft familiar thump. Finally there was silence.
Angelique’s hand securely in his, the frightened boy reached out for the door. Pulling it open cautiously, his foot advanced from the shadows of the barn. The breeze had died down.
The boy emerged from the barn as an angry, desperate scream came slicing from the house. His father’s voice screeched inside his head. Now you’re going to get it!
Kenny’s eyes flickered then closed. The vision flared up and the horror from inside the house confronted him. Four seated, twisted bodies propping each other up on the sofa. On the overmantle above the fireplace the family photo smiled benignly, at the sight of their bloodied corpses.
The screaming stopped abruptly and Kenny stepped back, facing the house. A form emerged from behind the screen door, it moved with determination out to the driveway, clenching a handgun high above its head. Now standing in the open, Kenny’s heart stopped as he recognized the gun. It was fathers, the one kept hidden in their bedroom dresser, why hadn’t he grabbed it? Standing in the bright sunlight, Kenny knew it was too late to hide and knew of just one place to run, forward, to mother. He ran with all the strength he possessed but the ground seemed to be pulling him in, each footstep sinking further than the last. Time was slowing as the figure methodically turned towards him. The eyes consumed with rage came down on his and softened for just an instant. But the gun that mother held was still moving down, toward him as he lurched from the ground at her. The hand he was clutching moved from behind him, swept past his ear, sending the scissors deep into her eye. She went down suddenly, a look of confusion more than fear staring up at him, the tip of the blade scraping bone as he drove it in deeper. Mother’s body convulsed. How many times had the scissors plunged into her before he knew she would not move? Later, standing over her he watched the warm summer breeze playing with her hair. Then the flies moved in.
Time passed slowly on the farm.
Alone now, his body finally relaxed. With his fingers entwined in mother’s hair, her head scraping over the jagged gravel, he numbly walked the short distance to the maple tree. Sitting with his back against the solid trunk he wondered at the thick, rich trail that traced its way back to where her body lay. Smiling to himself he continued cradling mother’s head in his lap. He looked toward the barn. He would put hers with the others. Mother would like that. Reaching out with his left hand, he began to pry Angelique’s stiff lifeless fingers from the sticky scissor handle. Once released the shears fell gently onto the mossy turf. He studied her tiny hand for a moment, wishing father could see him as he raised it above his head, turned it end over end and then let it fall onto the soft ground.

Once Hank was gone from the house Gore warrior read the deed learning where she was. He began laughing because he would be there before Hank when he heard Cheyenne summons him.” why is she sending for me?” he asked himself as he vanished.
Gore warrior materialized in Cheyenne’s bedroom at the other house. “Why are you summoning me Cheyenne?” he asked looking at her lying so beautiful in the bed.
“Are you not my master? Am I not your queen? Do we not share a son together who is in my stomach growing into a great warrior?” she asked looking seductively to throw him off track so that the others who were waiting to help destroy him.”
“You remember our union then?” he said going to the bed to where she laid.
“Yes Gore warrior I remember how you tricked me into being your queen.” She told him smiling up at him.
“Then you know you belong to me now and will serve me as your master.” He said lying next to her rubbing her stomach where their child laid protected from harm.
“Yes I do know.” She told him as she got out of the bed.
“Come back here and pleasure me now.” He ordered.
“No I do not feel like having your hands touching me ever again.” She told him turning to face him seeing the confusion on his face turning to anger as he realized she was going to blow him up when she doubled over grabbing her stomach in severe pain she dropped to her knees.” Oh my God my son! What is happening? “She asked as the pain became so severe she was crying.” Help me somebody, help me!” she yelled out as the pain was intolerable.
Gore warrior out of fear of losing his child’s life picked Cheyenne up in his arms laying her on the bed.
” No this cannot be happening not now.” he said as Cheyenne laid in a ball on the bed with sever stomach cramps.
“Get Aggatha quickly or our son will parish.” She said crying, as the pain was intolerable.
Aggatha came to Cheyenne seeing her in pain she vanished to bring the doctor back. In a matter of minutes the doctor was there beside her.” Here drink this potion it will stop the pain. Gore warrior please leave the room.” She asked.
“No not when my son’s life is in jeopardy.” He said.
“Your presence is upsetting Cheyenne which is causing the pain.” The doctor told him.
Gore warrior left the room as the three began to whisper so he could not hear them.” The child is keeping you from killing his father. His death will have to wait until the child is born or loose the child.” The doctor told her.
Fredrick stood beside her bed.” it will have to wait since you’re the only one powerful enough to destroy him.” He told her sadly.
Aggatha tell Gore warrior to come here Fredrick disappear. ” Cheyenne said as the pain was easing.
“How is our son?” he asked her.
“Fine and if you want him to stay that way you must leave me alone until his birth, that means I do not want you anywhere around me .” she told him.
This angered Gore warrior as he grabbed her throat to strangle her.
” Do not try and keep me from my son or I will kill you.” He told her looking more of a demon now then ever before.
Cheyenne sent him into the wall so hard with one swipe of her hand.” do not fuck with me Gore warrior or I will forget you are my son’s father. As far as any union you tricked me by getting me drunk and I do not recognize it.” She told him as he picked himself up off the floor.
“Your mine and you will be coming with me when our son is born.” He told her looking at her,” I will leave but the day of the birth I will return.” He said as he vanished from the house.
Cheyenne lay in the bed rubbing her stomach.” why must you keep me from destroying him my child? He will only destroy us and all that is good.” She said as she rubbed her stomach as Fredrick appeared beside her bed.” Fredrick why is the child protecting Gore warrior?” she asked her new comrade.
“Do not forget Cheyenne not only are you carrying a child that is part of you but of Gore warrior as well and that makes him warlock & demon.” He smiled as he looked at Cheyenne laying there so lovely just as her mother had many years ago.” it almost saddens me to look at you for you are your mothers image.” He told her becoming misty eyed.
“You loved her didn’t you?” She asked him seeing for the first time softness about Fredrick.
“We were lover’s Cheyenne and she became pregnant with my child, we were going to leave but then greed and power possessed me and I chose the dark side. Your mother could not give up her belief in the good she worked so hard for. So we went our own way. She met Murk shadow and he took her with the child as his. Your mother Charmelmystic named our daughter Mystic shadow after her and him. Mean while I became more evil with more power and went back to claim what was mine. Of course, she denied me and even tried to fight me, but out of anger I blasted her and the others killing them on the spot, they had placed their children and my daughter somewhere that I could not find them for protection, but I found them. I tried to destroy them, but it was I who was destroyed by my own man.” he looked at her waiting for a response from her.
“You’re my father , you raped me, you gave me to Gore warrior that night and you dare stand in front of me now?!” she asked feeling the anger grow inside of her.” I should send you to a place so barren for the rest of eternity. Why did you do that to me for?” she asked as tears ran down her face.
Fredrick looked at her seeing the pain but she had to know.” I had become mad Cheyenne remember I went completely demonic mating with ones family member was not uncommon, just unholy.” he told her.” you have my blood flowing through your body which makes you the powerful witch you are today. Just use it the right way and don’t give into the temptations of more power that will come your way.”
Cheyenne in total disbelief.” I find out I am bound to Gore warrior, carrying his child, I find out you are my father, what is going to come next?” she asked
“Aggatha is your grandmother.” He told her.” she came with me as she watched me slaughter my whole family but she worked for me to keep me from you and I never knew for a moment she was a traitor, spy whatever you want to call her.” He explained to her as he floated from window to window.
Through her tears she looked at him.” anything else that has been hidden from me?” she asked afraid to hear if there was.
“No Cheyenne just use your knowledge to work for you for both of your parents were very powerful warriors as well as your stepfather.” He told her regretting the choices he had made in life.
Aggatha came to the door seeing Cheyenne crying.” you told her everything didn’t you Fredrick?” she asked him. “In death you become righteous?” She asked disgusted by him. ”someone wishes to see you Cheyenne.”
“Who wants to see me?” she asked as she wiped her eyes.
“I do Cheyenne, I want to see you.” Hank said standing in the door way.
Cheyenne looked at Hank.” Why so you may burn us at the stakes?” she asked him as her mind reeled with mixed emotions.
“I have regretted telling you that Cheyenne. I came here to tell you that I love you and want to raise the child as mine.” He told her coming to the bed.” I can’t live without you Cheyenne you’re my world without you in it, it does not revolve.” He told her sitting on the bed next to her kissing her hand.
Cheyenne began laughing. ”History is repeating it self father.” She told Frederick.
“Who are you talking to Cheyenne?” he asked as he could not see Frederick standing there as he was ghost.
“Show your self to him father.” She told Frederick.
When Hank saw Frederick standing there he was shocked.” He is your father?” he asked in disbelief.
“Oh there’s more I just found out, Aggatha is my grandmother, and Gore warrior is my child’s father and I am bound to him in a UN holy union. And our marriage is not recognized in the supernatural world.” She told him breaking down into tears.
He took her in his arms holding her.” you’re my wife no matter who recognizes it. You and I are bound in holy union and I am not leaving.” He told her as she cried in his arms.
“My child will not let me destroy his father. “ She told him crying in his arms as a child.
“Cheyenne you must pull your self together in order for this to work out or history will repeat itself completely.” Frederick told her.
“I know, I know and I will.” She told him rolling her eyes at him.
“Until we get things cleared up with Gore warrior Hank you should sleep in another room so we do not infuriate him any more since he has claimed Cheyenne as his.” Aggatha told him.
“I will do what ever it takes, just as long as Cheyenne loves me.” He told her.
“I love you Hank.” She told him. ”oh one more thing my real name is Mystic Shadow.” She told him.
“I will stick with the name Cheyenne.” he said as he kissed her.
“I will show you to your room.” Aggatha told him.
That night as Cheyenne slept soundly Gore warrior stood over her. He had silver dusk standing next to him, his female seductress that he used for his pleasures. “Make your self look like Cheyenne go to the mortal Hanks room and seduce him, then in time you will talk him into giving his soul to us.” He said smiling at her.
Silver dusk walked quietly to Hanks room where he slept in his bed, she slid into the bed next to him as she began to kiss him so lightly, and Hank woke up seeing Cheyenne next to him.” Cheyenne should you be in here?” he asked as she slid her hand into his pajama bottoms.” I need love Hank.” She told him as she felt him responding to her touch. She slid the night gown off of her then straddled him as sh