The day had been a long one, with a project that Sam had had on the back burner for sometime, needing completion by four pm, he was really pushing it to get the final specifications done. He had organised a delivery boy to collect the tube from his apartment, to take over to Mister Delowan’s to reach his office by three, so although Sam had arranged to cook a wonderful dinner for Damion for around 7pm, he knew that he would be pushing it. One of his neighbors, Shirley Winters, an older lady that often looked out for the young Alpha, checked in on him at about two pm and sure enough, he had his sleeves rolled up and was working frantically. She let herself in, and heard the worried muttering of Sam. Pushing himself as per usual. He didn’t even lift his head from what he was working on, and she crept into the kitchen, easily seeing that he had preparations for a dinner. Questions raised as to who it might be? He had a lamb roast in the icebox and lots of vegetables on the counter. Looked like he was going to go all out for his guest. Sam never went to this much trouble for himself. Shirley chuckled and put on an apron, singing out to Sam.

“Such a busy boy. You keep working on that project and I will get this meal started.”

Sam looked up with a quizzical expression, only to have his face soften as he saw who it was. She was a widower who had been married some forty years before her husband finally succumbed to illness. Ever since then, she always looked for others she could help, rather than wasting away in her apartment, staring out the window.

“I don’t know what I would do without you, Shirl. You’re one in a million.” Sam chortled, taking off his glasses a moment and wiping the lens, that had become a bit grimy. Shirley pawed at him and then held a stern look. “Make me proud and get that work done.” She knew he did his work from home, and often popped in to catch up with him. Thought the world of Sam, and knew about his…sexuality.

“So…whose the lucky man?” She quizzed, looking up with a twinkle in her eye.

“Oh…only the most handsome bachelor in all New York.” Sam chimed, with a sing song like way of saying it. This only had Shirley near drop a knife in shock.

“Not…Lord Damion Marulo?!”

“The one and only. He …is beyond words. Shirley, I am madly in love with him. Just…wait till you meet him.” Sam seemed to gush about Damion, like a new lover would. Shirley giggled like she was back at school. Talking about love and boys.

“I intend to. You better introduce me, Sammy.” The sweet Shirley said, now getting the roast ready for the oven. This chatter would go on for a few hours, and thankfully, Sam got his work finished on time. Shirley was still in the kitchen, doing a little clean up, when Sam came in behind her and kissed the top of her head.

“If I was straight…I’d so marry you.” He teased, but in a way he meant it.

“I’m too high maintenance…and beside, I don’t compare to this young dish you are having for dinner.”

Sam found that statement all too funny. “If I’m lucky, I will get to eat him too.”

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Shirley could not help but overhear the words of a tearful Damion, who was now unloading all his troubles on Sam. It was not unheard of for a boy’s parents to be upset about their life choice, in particular a father, who had pinned such hopes and aspirations upon their only son. She watched the two young men with old eyes, and felt like she herself had seen this same scenario before, only many years before. Shirley knew it was not her place to interject, and so she went on with preparing dinner, so the men could deal with this crisis.

Sam’s face fell when Damion pulled away from him. He could hear in those first few mumbled words that Damion was devastated with his father’s reaction.

“I think he hates me.” 

“That’s very strong words, when you know that a father’s love should be unconditional.” Sam offered, as he watched Damion pad over to the window, looking lost and ashamed.

“My mom and my sister…they’ve been great about this, my mum especially because she’s a demon…a succubus, you know?”Sam nodded and said. “They are two very proud and beautiful women. I am grateful to see they have your back, Damion.”

But Dad…he takes great pride in our family and our pack…the way he looked at me today…it hurt. I know I need to talk to him, make him understand how I feel about you, about myself…but I don’t know if I could stand to look at him and see the loathing in his eyes.”

These words truly cut into Sam’s heart, and you could see the sadness now, as he realized that perhaps by his attentions, he had made Damion so very unhappy. Shirley motioned with the ladel, for Sam to go over to him and comfort the young man, which is exactly what Sam did. Quietly getting up from his stool and then walking over before reaching Damion and placing his arms around him, just holding him close.

“Damion. You aren’t alone, you know. Tell you what, you want to talk to your old man, bring me with you. I want to be the one to tell him, what a remarkable and fine man you are. That he would be a fool to lose such a wonderful son, whose only crime was falling in love with another man.” He then bent his head down and whispered in his ear. “I’ll stand by you.”

<3>

Dinner was simply divine. Relaxed and enjoyable, both the food and the company. Sam watched Damion interact with Shirley, and you could see the mutual admiration forming. This was something he hoped for. Shirley had been there for him when he was suffering from depression after standing up to his father, and Sam was there for her when Rochard passed on. Like two towers of strength, one for the other. Now they had Damion into their tight little world. Sam could only wish that he would be happy. His laughter brought nothing but stolen glances mixed with warm smiles. Sam even eased back in his chair, his arm lazily dangling over the back, his wine glass held loosely between his fingers, as he let the meal settle and the conversation bubble along at an even pace.

When the dinner was over, Sam rose and started to gather up the empty plates and dishes, since Shirley did cook, he felt it only fitting that he do the clean up. “I’ll take care of the mess. Why not put on some music, or perhaps you might like to take a look through my library?” Sam offered.

<3>

“I’ll take care of the mess. Why not put on some music, or perhaps you might like to take a look through my library?”

That caught Damion’s attention. “You have a library?” he grinned. If there was one thing Damion inherited from his father it was his love for books. With a grin, he got to his feet and went in search of this paradise of books…

Library

Damion stared at the massive shelves of books and wanted to drool. There were collections and historicals and periodicals and he touched the spins with a certain reverence. There was even a first edition of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Damion slowly pulled the book from the shelf and carefully placed it on the desk. His hand shook as he touched the cover. He opened it to the inside front cover and saw the words written in what looked like Bram Stoker’s own hand. Damion was in awe.

In the kitchen, Sam was drying the last of the dishes, as Shirley came over and gave him a light hug. She had had a wonderful evening, and truly enjoyed Damion’s company. Such a refreshing change, since sometimes Sam would go off into his own little world, and read or take back up to his architectural drawings. He was reserved in many ways, and that was sure to be discovered by Damion as time went on. It was still early days for them, and they hadn’t even yet consummated their relationship. Shirley tweaked Sam’s cheek and whispered. “He really is lovely. A keeper.” She was then off, heading to the door, only to look back over at Damion near the library, and then she left the apartment.

Now it was just Sam and Damion, and with the dishes done, Sam could sit down and relax. He moved to his large couch, and sat down, then drew his legs up, so he was sort of half laying on it.

He could see that Damion had found the library to be engaging, and had probably stumbled across a rare find. Relaxing, Sam took out his glasses, and gave them a light rub, cleaning the lens.

“If you found something interesting, by all means you are welcome to borrow it.” Sam offered.

<3>

“I couldn’t borrow it. It’s too rare a find. I might damage it or something.” Damion stated, turning he was sitting in a half-Indian style. “You have quite the collection though. I thought I saw Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein in there as well?” he questioned. Unconciously, his hand stretched out to stroke Sam’s leg that was stretched out near him.

“Yeah, I loved Mary Shelley’s work. Funny though, truth is stranger than fiction.”Sam said with a wry grin, knowing full well they were both supernatural creatures themselves. “As for the book, I totally trust you to take it. Books are meant to be read and enjoyed, not gathering dust on some book shelf. I insist.”

Feeling Damion caress his leg lightly, Sam could only smile. He was really pleased to see him relax, and especially after everything that he had been going through. Naturally, he didn’t want to bring up the topic again, so he moved onto something a bit off topic.

“Dominique is your twin right? What’s it like to have a sister, or a twin for that matter, I have always wondered.” Sam was an only child, due to the death early on of his own mother, something Sam had yet to reveal about himself.

<3>

“Dominique is your twin right? What’s it like to have a sister, or a twin for that matter, I have always wondered.”

“Domi? Oh…yes…she’s older than me by about 5 minutes. The strange thing is, she’s also a day older than me.” Damion chuckled. “She was born 5 minutes before midnight on Halloween, I was born exactly at midnight on November the 1st.” It amused him to no end when Elvira had told the twins what had happened when they were born. “But she’s the stronger one of us both, always protective of me, even from and of our parents. You saw her the night of the ball. She wanted to rake that woman over the coals for trying to get between my mother and father. She raked me over the coals for even suggesting that my father encouraged that woman’s advances. I know differently now.” Damion smiled, looking at Sam. “She’s more Alpha then I am…I just hope Father sees that in her for when the time comes for him to pass the torch.” He quickly put thoughts of his father from his mind. He was having a good time with Sam and didn’t want anything to dampen that feeling.

“What about you? Any brothers or sisters?” Damion wondered.

“Children can be cruel sometimes.” Damion sighed. Sam was polishing his glasses again. Damion wondered if that was a habit or a nervous tic.

“By the sounds of things, your father has his alpha to take over…just its a girl.”

“Times are changing, love. Why can’t a girl lead? I know it’s unorthodox…but unless Father waits for his new son or daughter, he’s kind of out of options. Dominique…is…unique.” Damion chuckled. “I think that’s why Mum named her so.” He had the urge to snuggle to his mate and crawled across the couch until his back was pressed to Sam’s front. It was another unconcious action and it made his wolf settle down with a pleased sigh.

He felt Sam’s hand rubbing along his chest and sighed with content. Sam rested his chin on the top of Damion’s head and he smiled.

“You know…for the first time in my life, I have everything I ever wanted right here.” Sam whispered in his ear as he got comfortable. Damion turned his head and found that he was inches from Sam’s lips. His heart began to race and he licked suddenly dry lips. He raised his eyes to meet Sam’s own.

“Sam.” Damion whispered. If eyes were truly the windows to the soul, Sam would have been able to see what Damion was feeling for him right then. There was no pressure, and Damion wasn’t sure he was ready to go further then the things they’d done before, but he knew right then that he wanted to feel Sam’s lips on his own.

“Sam.”

“Hmm?” At first he thought he was about to ask him something, but then when he actually gazed into Damion’s eyes, it was like he was staring right down into his soul. There was a moment where the two simply bonded on a level that was high above anything measured. Sam could see that Damion wet his lips, in anticipation. A simple kiss.

At first Sam tilted his head closer so their lips were but inches apart, and there was a light pause, as though the anticipation was building, on both ends. Sam blinked and then he closed his eyes, and gently pressed his lips to Damion’s. It was light, with no sexual tension behind it. Soft and subtle. But his hands, his hands now were gripping to his shirt. Part of him wanting more, the other part trying to go slow. It was like an internal fight to keep himself in check.

The kiss…was romantic…and beautiful.

<3>

Damion inhaled sharply as he caught the scent of Sam’s desire and appreciated the fact that Sam wasn’t acting on them. He gave his mate a loving smile and turned in his arms so they were pressed front to front.

“I won’t break, Sam. Kiss me like you mean it.” Damion whispered, giving his permission for his mate to really and truly kiss him.

Sam had been holding back, purposely. His kiss was to show that he respected Damion, and didn’t want him to feel pushed into an act he was not ready for. But Damion could now read Sam a lot better, and turned himself over, giving permission for Sam to kiss him properly. Slowly Sam took off his glasses, revealing his striking blue eyes, and that chiseled chin. He set the glasses down on the table, just near his reach, then brought his arms back around Damion’s back, as their faces were so close. Eyes wide open now, Sam leant in to kiss, but at first he tugged on Damion’s bottom lip, almost sensually, before releasing and letting his tongue flicker just across the inside of Damion’s lips. From there, he drew Damion tighter upon him, and his kisses were more hungered, like he was feasting on his lips, taking a kiss, then another, while his inner wolf growled with satisfaction.

<3>

He feasted upon Damion’s lips with a hunger Damion had never felt before and he moaned unconciously, his eyes falling closed as he wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck. Damion had never such passion from anyone, had nothing to compare it to and he felt as if her were burning up from inside out. He was pressed into the couch, Sam’s body covering his own and he whimpered when he felt Sam’s thigh pressing against his hardness. Sam’s tongue slipped into his mouth and Damion was assaulted with a whole new set of sensations as his tongue reached out to battle with Sam’s own.

This was desire…and Damion was falling deep.

“I..can’t help it. Stop me now…if you don’t want this.” Sam groaned, ducking down to suckle at the skin of Damion’s neck. Damion arched his back and whimpered as he felt Sam’s hands wandering over his body.

“Sam…please…I…I need you.” Damion whimpered, not realizing that his wolf had taken over his body and his wolf wanted to mate with his Alpha right this second. But Damion was conflicted, much like his mother had been when his father first desired her. He was wolf but he was also a man. It was hard to seperate the two, especially at a time like this.

And then he thought back to something his mother had told him once.

“Damion, you are both wolf and man…there is no seperation between the two. Once you understand this, there will be no more struggles, no more conficts. Once you understand this…will you truly be one with yourself.”

Damion realized the same thing his mother had, that his father made her realize. That he was two personalities in one body, but it was his mind that was fighting who he was, not his heart. His heart belonged to this man, and it was this man who he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He relaxed fully in Sam’s arms and smiled. This was where he wanted to be…with his mate.

Sam drew back, to hear Damion say no…to tell him he was not ready for this, but instead, the look on his face was one that completely took Sam by surprise. Sam could actually feel the rigidness of Damion leaving his body, as he began to mold into Sam’s hardened form. Damion was smiling, and it was the most beautiful thing that Sam had ever seen. He accepted him, not only as his mate, but so much more than that. Sam’s eyes glistened with real tears, as he then kissed Damion, and held that kiss. He was overjoyed, that they had reached a point where he knew that he had been right. They were meant to be together. Sam propped up and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, and slipped it off, before taking Damion’s hand to rest to his chest, so that he could fee his heart beating, then he took that same hand and started kissing each of his fingers, before starting to suck them. Sam wanted to discover each and every part of Damion….inch by inch.

<3>

“No tears, Sam. This is where I want to be.” Damion reassured him. Sam sat up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off of his lean form. He took Damion’s hand and pressed it to his heart and Damion took comfort in the feeling. Keeping his eyes on his soon-to-be-lover, Sam took Damion’s hand and started kissing each of his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. Damion let out an explosive breath at the feeling of Sam’s tongue surrounding his fingers and his pants felt uncomfortably tight.

“Sam.” Damion moaned, running his other hand along the hard planes and angles of Sam’s chest and stomach.

Sam’s eyes closed as he savored each digit, and teased them with his tongue, before he released Damion’s hand, and smiled down at him. The look was one of unashamed love. Sam placed a kiss atop of Damion’s head, propping himself up with one arm as he did so. Both of them were now getting uncomfortable in their pants, for obvious reasons, and Sam decided to act, standing up and undoing his pants, whilst keeping his eye on his soon to be mate. He let them fall and then stepped out of each leg hole, before kicking them away. Sam reached for Damion’s hand and pulled him up to standing before him, where he started to slowly unbutton Damion’s shirt, again kissing him like he was stealing kisses as he went.

Sam had no intention of making fast moves, or speeding up this moment. He wanted Damion to be comfortable in his own skin, as he discovered that of Sam’s. The shirt he would peel back, and then kiss his bare shoulders, whilst Damion was still half dressed. Again he was gentle in his interactions, though his scent that he gave off was incredibly strong, and heady. Sam wanted Damion to explore him, feel his chest and stomach with searching hands as they stood not far from the window, that overlooked a sparkling city night.

<3>

The moves were slow and deliberate, as if Sam didn’t want to frighten Damion into changing his mind. Damion had no intentions of changing anything that happened from this point forward, including his mind. Sam peeled away his shirt from his body, leaning over and pressing a light kiss to his shoulder as he did no. Damion caught Sam’s scent in his nose and closed his eyes. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he stood near his mate.

Taking a chance, Damion dragged his eyes open and slowly reached out his hands to place them on Sam’s shoulders. He was surprised at the smoothness of Sam’s skin beneath his hands. Moving slowly, he ran them down along broad shoulders and down the lean arms that held such strength beneath the taut muscles. Upward and across his chest, he felt a muscle jump beneath his hand and smiled shyly. He brushed his hands across Sam’s nipples, watching them pebble to hard little points. There was a sharp intake of breath and he jerked his hands away.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Damion whispered, looking up at Sam’s eyes.

Sam chuckled softly under his breath, to see how timid Damion was being over something simple as a muscle moving under his hands, a simple flex was all it was in response to Damion’s touch. When Damion withdrew his hands, Sam shook his head as though trying to explain that it was all okay.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Damion whispered, looking up at Sam so innocently. Sam knew there was one way to show him it was natural.

“It was exciting me, not hurting. Look, allow me.” Sam brought his own hands up and gently guided them over Damion’s chest, then up to his shoulders, which he kneaded, and went on to dance his finger tips down his arms. Sam’s eyes were warm and kind, and his method was gentle and slow again. It seemed to be the way with him, though he had a better sense of control than Damion. One hand did drop lower, and started to massage Damion’s growing manhood, as Sam watched his face for his reaction. “Does this excite you?”

<3>

“Oh!” Damion grinned, blushing fiercely. Sam’s hand dropped lower and began to massage Damion’s hardness. Damion sucked in a breath and bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

“Does this excite you? Sam asked. Damion didn’t think he had enough air to speak, let alone think about how he was feeling. But if the mind-numbing pleasure streaking through his body was anything to go by, he was very excited.

“Yes!” he gasped, clutching at Sam’s shoulders as if to anchor himself in the here and now. He stepped forward and dropped his head to Sam’s shoulder, trembling and moaning as Sam stroked him to full hardness.

Sam felt the tightening of Damion’s grip on his shoulders, trying to steady himself, as his knees were almost set to buckle from the feelings that were now racing through him. A raging wild fire that was a heat to inflame his passions within. Now, it had reached a point where Sam wanted to let Damion experience more pleasures of the flesh. He whispered into Damion’s ear as his own breathing became ragged. “Just enjoy me.”

Sam moved around so that he was now at Damion’s back, and he reached around, with a firm hold on Damion’s hardened cock, and started stronger massaging, all the while, he rubbed his own hard member between Damion’s ass cheeks. Sam kissed and sucked on Damion’s neck, with his tongue flicking the skin, all the while his body was now writhing with Damion’s Panting hard, his peaked nipples traced across Damion’s soft back, and the tension between them was building. It wasn’t full on fucking, but it gave the sensation that the Alpha was in control of Damion’s pleasure. He grinded his own cock up and down the insides of Damion’s cheeks, while now using both hands on Damion; one massaging his balls, the other pulling his cock in a steady rhythm.

“My baby…” Sam uttered as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s.

So saying, Sam moved around until he was at Damion’s back. He reached around his waist and began to stroke him in earnest. Damion cried out, clutching at Sam’s arms as his eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to pull air into his lungs, especially when Sam pressed in behind him, rubbing his own hardness between his cheeks.

Damion couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him. With the double sensations of Sam’s hand on his cock and his hardness firmly pressed into him from behind, Damion began to wonder if he would simply spontaneously combust where he stood. Sam kissed, nibbled and licked at the skin of Damion’s neck, his body writhing against Damion’s as the passions flared between the two men. Damion was panting hard, his body jerking in Sam’s grip as his mate’s other hand moved to caress his balls. Damion couldn’t help his reactions. Every jerk on his cock sent him grinding against the hardness at his back. His breathing was harsh and rapid and he felt lightheaded.

“My baby…” Sam moaned behind him as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s smooth one.

“Sam…God…Sam!” Damion cried out, his whole body flashing between hot and cold as the sensations mounted. Their bodies writhed together, a fine sheen of sweat making their movements more fluid. Damion felt an unknown force moving through his body and thought he was dying. It felt very strange and it was something he’d never experienced before in his life.

A moment later, his whole body went ridgid in Sam’s arms and with a cry of his name, Damion experienced his very first true orgasm…that paled in comparison to the one he experienced previously with Sam. His ejaculate shot from his body in a stream, covering Sam’s hand and the floor at his feet in its pearl luminescence. His body spasmed with each jerk of Sam’s hand, as if he wanted to pull each tremor from him through Damion’s cock. Damion unconciously squeezed the cheeks of his ass around Sam’s cock, the slickness of their mingled sweat creating a delicious friction over Sam’s own cock.

Sam’s hand continued to stroke out each jet of jism, that splattered over his own hand and the floor at their feet. The continued writhing went on unabaited, as both men were now swept up in a craze of unadulterated lust. Feeling Damion clench his ass cheeks upon Sam’s member as it slid between them gave him a feeling that was indescribable. Sam tilted his head back, and continued to work his member between the tight fold, which had now built up a lathering of sweat that gave off a masculine odour Sam couldn’t resist. Hearing Damon cry out his name, made Sam release his hand from Damion’s balls and take his cheek to turn his face enough that he could kiss him hungrily, as he continued to more or less hump him from behind. The Alpha had pleased his mate….that was obvious, and now he wanted to finish what was started. He brought his jizz covered hand around and lacquered his own throbbing member with it, as he broke the kiss.

“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” he said in a husky voice, as he continued to work Damion’s cream all over his member. Lubrication was the key to this…and Sam knew it would hurt Damion if he didn’t. But Sam was so heady, that he was struggling to think. If Damion got down on all fours, Sam would get in behind him, to take him properly.

<3>

“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” Sam ordered, his voice husky with need.

Damion whimpered and did what he was bid without hesitation. The time for waiting was over.

He was ready for his mate to claim him fully.

He spared a brief thought for his father, but at that moment…what his father wanted and what Damion wanted were two completely different things. Damion was right where he wanted to be, and if his father had a problem with his son’s choices…Damion knew he would have a place to go.

“Sam…please…” Damion begged his mate, his oversensatized body writhing beneath his mate’s hungry gaze, the rounded globes of his ass a sweet temptation to the one who was about to claim him for his own.

Such a sweet delicious sound was that of Damion whimpering, wanting more attentions from his mate. What was to come however, would be the final act in their coupling, that made them whole with the other. Sam could only smile and nod as his lover went down as told, and got into the position favoured by wolves. Sam lowered to his knees, and as Damion begged softly “Sam…please…” Sam used one hand to gently stroke his back, while two of his fingers made their way to his puckered rim, that was sure to flinch as soon as it was touched. Sam rubbed the tip of his cock that was well lubricated against Damion’s tight hole, and then slowly fed in the two fingers, as he hunched over Damion’s back, and started to kiss along his spine. This was again slowing down the action. Why? Cause if this was not done carefully, it may well hurt and scar Damion, and Sam didn’t want this to be as painful as it could be. The twin digits started to pump his ass slowly, one finger curling to widen Damion’s insides, but this would also stimulate Damion’s prostate gland, which was incredibly sensitive, much like a woman’s G spot.

You could hear the throaty growl of the Alpha as he worked Damion’s ass….preparing it for what was to come. When he had done it for enough, he then withdrew his fingers, and with his own member leaking pre, he pushed the head to the rim, and whispered. “This will burn for a few seconds….but once it stops, you will enjoy it. I promise.” That said, he slowly pushed in an inch, and his hand rested upon Damion’s hips, so he could gauge how far and how soon to enter.

<3>

~When Two become One.~

Sam held still the moment he had entered Damion fully. He could tell he reached the point when Damion grunted and then murmered that he trusted and loved him. Seeing him look back, Sam’s face softened, then he tilted his head back as he withdrew slowly, pulling back his hips, his hands smoothly dragging back over Damion’s sides, till he had almost pulled out fully. Sam stopped and then he chewed his bottom lip as the tightness was addictive. An almost grainy feeling within Damion, against Sam’s slick member. He spat down on his member, and rubbed it in to lubricate it further, and then he moved his hands upward as he started to push in again, slowly…ever slowly, filling his lover. His head tipped forward, and droplets of sweat hung on the tips of his hair, as he grunted from the pleasure that he was experiencing. Damion’s breathing technique was helping him cope with relaxing his inner muscles to accept Sam’s girth. Once he reached him fully inside again, Sam bent forward and again kissed Damion’s back. From here it began, slow, precise movements. It felt incredible, and was true love making on his part.

Two had become one.

<3>

That feeling when Damion reached around and squeezed Sam’s left ass cheek, was his way of begging Sam, to mark him, and claim his beta once and for all. His body was now ready and he had reached a point where his body accepted Sam’s girth willingly.

“Sam…now…please!”

The Alpha felt and heard the beta beg for his mate, and this brought out the full wolf that had been holding back all this time. He arched his back proudly, and gripped Damion’s hips forcibly, pushing his way into him in one hard thrust that was sure to send Damion’s mind spiraling. He withdrew and then it began, a series of hard pumping of his thick member, that was being milked now by Damion’s inner muscles.

“Damion….ah Fuck!” Skin started to slap skin, as their bodies smacked against each other, the fire of Damion’s ring heating up Sam and he was now lost to his desires. He reached for Damion’s hair and gripped it, tilting his head back, before lowering his upper body and nipping at the back of Damion’s shoulder blade. Sam now was riding Damion hard, his balls slapping against Damion’s. He was so close…so close.

“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” He roared and stiffened as he pushed inside him fully, and started to throb as he began to fill Damion with his seed. His continued growls and moans filled the room.

<3>

His cries mingled with Sam’s as they were now mated for all time. Sam gripped Damion’s hair, pulling his head back as Sam lowered his upper body and nipped at Damion’s shoulder.

The sounds of Sam’s balls slapping against Damion’s thighs was music to the young were’s ears and he growled out his desire. He felt the repeated sensation of an orgasm approaching and urged Sam to go faster.

“Damion…ah Fuck!” Sam cried out.

“Sam! Yes! Ah! So…close…so…good!” Damion groaned. Damion’s toes began to curl and he reached between his legs to stroke himself against Sam’s thrusting.

“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” Sam shouted, pounding hard against Damion’s prostate before he stiffened. He pushed inside a final time and Damion felt the throbbing wetness within him as Sam filled him with his seed. This tipped Damion over the edge and he cried out his own orgasm, spurting all over his hand and the floor beneath his body.

Both men quivered together as they came down from their orgasmic high. Damion pressed his fevered head to the cool floor and for some reason, burst into tears. Great hitching sobs that were nearly painful in their intensity.

For the first time in his life, Damion felt truly free. He felt Sam disengage from him and was pulled into his arms.

“I’m sorry…I don’t mean to cry…but that was the single, most wonderful experience of my life.” Damion whispered, pressing his face into Sam’s shoulder. “I love you, Sam.” Damion sniffled.

-It seemed that the knight’s were being watched as they turned around only to direct there attention to Gabriel. They both were questioning her look as Relic said to her.- “Why doesn’t the priestess move along before she gets hurt.” -he brought his finger to his mouth only to bit the skin off tip of it as he started to bleed. The blood from his finger started to move like a whip as he was controlling his own blood. Using it like he whip he motioned his hand forward only to have his blood harden. The blood was moving towards Gabriel like a dart about ready to strike her aiming from her neck right on the vital point with no intentions of backing down. It seemed Sarah was in shock form the lady trying to help her, as the other girl stood there laughing sadistically as Relic attempted to strike her.-

“So you are asking me, to chose between gaining knowledge and losing my memory of Conan. I can’t simply afford to forget him. Not after everything he has been through with me and the children.”

That said, she reached for the cup of tea, the red one, that was on his left. She held it up to her lips, staring at Arren suspiciously, then started to drink the tea, finishing it in one go and setting the empty cup down beside her. For measure, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

“There…I drank it. Okay…why..why do I feel funny?” Charlotte said, as the view from her eyes started to blur. She raised her hand in front of her face, and it was like there was two of them. “Woooooo.”

<3>

She held a stern but fearless expression on her face as another loud but deep growl sounded from her petite frame then dashed to the side at a faster rate than normal. Though Gabriel’s wooden sandals were heavy, she was taking steps that were like feathers landing on the ground for she had trained herself to be silent while hunting all sorts of evil entities and creatures. Her robes wildly flickered from her fast footwork as she ran closer over to the trio in the middle of the alleyway, holding the point of her katana down until the last moment. Gabriel then jumped into the air, her momentum had greatly increased then landed behind both Relic and Coraline, swinging her body around along with holding out the sharpness of her blade out towards them, piveting on her feet to help her move her torso and lower body. Her hair flared out and a wide circular shape as each strand had a small but thin trail of visible sound following them though the same could be seen with her katana but larger in size.

-While Arren would notice as he said his words he felt someone praying to him as he closed his eyes calling out to the person who prayed to him. “You have called on me give yourself strength and open your mind. I Shall guide you through this fight you seek guidance in.” he did not know who this possibly could be until she opened her mind he could not assist her till then.-

-Relic had thought the priestess to be harmless as she had gotten between them. She attempted to spin around trying to cut them. However she was not fast enough as Coraline moved her giant sword around to stop her motion from spinning. Only to allow Relic to move away from the back as he regained his position only to watch the priestess launch such a accelerated attack upon them he was unsure what to do as he looked to Coraline wondering if she could handle such an attack. Sarah started to tremble again thinking she should run but couldn’t move an inch from fear. At heart she knew she could help however she was hungry, tired and most of all out of energy. Coraline said to Relic.- “It seems we will need to stop this lady before we can grab the key Relic.” -Relic nodded as he reached into his jacket pulling out a vial of dark crimson liquid as he tossed it towards the priestess wondering if she would see this coming. If this vial would come near her within ten inches of her it would explode into a burst of tiny harden blood spikes. This was a test of her speed.–

“You have two hours too get all the answers you want. It is not me who the answers you seek. I shall wait for your return Charlotte.” 

From that moment, everything in that time went to black.

Colours like a kaleidoscope swirled and danced as Charlotte roused from her state of unconsciousness, only to find herself in a new place all together. Her green eyes darted around the room, as she started to get feeling in her body. Charlotte’s breathing was labored, due to the shock of the shift into the afterlife.

“Where am I?” She asked herself in a quiet voice, subdued by the magnitude of what Arren had done. The bebilith maid swallowed and touched herself to see that this was real and not a dream “I am never drinking tea again.” She thought to herself, as the sudden realization of where she actually was hit home.

An opulent ball room. Magnificent in size and grander. Must have been hundreds of years old. A vast expanse of space, marble floors and columns, with rich designs in the architraves, and cornices. It was almost fairy tale like, and Charlotte wondered when Prince Charming would step out from behind a door and try to fit her with a glass slipper.

Spinning around slowly, the image on one of the walls, was a picture of three pyramids. Narrowing her gaze, Charlotte recognized this, and wondered where on earth she had seen it before. Only when she looked over at the windows, did she see what could well have been the fairy tale Prince after all. With jet black hair and wearing a suit fit for a royal, she had to wonder who he really was.

But when he turned around, Charlotte’s heart almost stopped. It was Shadow Eris Gorya.

“No…no….it can’t be you.” Charlotte started to take a step back, and shook her head. “You’re dead. I got the letter. You can’t be alive. No…Wait…does that mean, I’m dead? I SHOULD NEVER HAVE DRUNK THE TEA!”

Poor Charlotte thought..she had died. But had she?

<3>

He heard in his trance state Imay say….

“Um before you finish you might want to think where you are right now.” 

Jalal hopefully did not disturb to much the denizens here with his draw of the planes energy.
As he slowly came out of the trance he looked towards Imay and said..
” It is done. I hope I have not disturbed the powers over much Imay. “

He turned and looking seriously, was in an odd sense of calm.

The Crimson material he had already stored away for later use. “This particular spell would have wrecked havoc in a place like this had I used that crimson material. i needed to use only the purest energy in a pure nexus or else draw forth possible entities. That would not be well as we are guests. I fear I may have already overstepped my bounds but this may help our cause much and was done in but the purest of ways. I think we all should be pleased. “

The Chisolm Twins

Taxi cab.

Players:
CharlotteCarrendar as Corica
Captain277 as Candice

Captain277: *Candice paced leisurely down the street, paying little mind to the busy sidewalk she found herself currently stuck in. All she could focus on was getting to the Death Club as quickly as possible. Corsica had left much earlier, and thus had the great fortune of avoiding the mess of foot traffic that Candice now had to deal with. She hadn’t dressed for being outside so long, and she didn’t have to look down to know her nipples were more than likely protruding prominently from beneath the thin fabric of her high-cut halter top. Several hands had already rather deliberately groped her ass, their owners lost in the sea of people. Candice didn’t exactly mind the attention, but without Corsica nearby, she had gradually grown painfully aware of just how vulnerable separation from her older sister made her feel. As she neared the club, the crowd seemed to grow, somehow, even more dense, with people pushing frantically past her. More than likely, there had been a car accident which had arrested foot traffic. A sudden, violent roar tore through the alleyways and streets, the shockwave of the blast making the ground beneath her feet shudder slightly. Candice’s eyes went wide with panic suddenly, as she realized that the fleeing crowd, and the noise, were both originating from the same general area; the Death Club. Frantically forcing her way through the crowd with a previously unseen strength, Candice passed through a thick haze of dust and smoke before the shattered, flickering neon bulbs of the club’s facing. Her eyes landed almost instantly on Corsica, stumbling out of the rubble with the help of two vaguely familiar men. Running full speed towards her sister, her legs burning and her breath short, Candice called out her sister’s name, hoping she was alright.*

CharlotteCarrendar:- A crooked military hat, that bore the iron cross, was practically falling off Corsica’s bald head, as she crossed the street, looking dazed and shell shocked. A survivor of the rocket attack of the Death Club, Corsica looked like shit; elegantly wasted to be exact. With one broken shoe, ripped corset, and stockings riddled with holes, she certainly looked a hell of a sight worse than when she had headed out that night, to “entertain” a well respected Czech business man. Last she recalled, she had him in the BDSM room, tied to a chair and strapped to a battery that was feeding him electric shocks, to his nipples and his cock. But with the rocket attack, and the fire sprinklers, coming on in the club, he would have been electrocuted for sure. Great, another death mark to her name. Luckily, she had been paid before the job, so least she could use it towards getting something nice for Candice, like a new ball gag for her mouth, maybe a double ended dildo. One of the rubberneckers, that was driving past the scene, screeched to a halt, and Corsica slammed her hand on the bonnet. “The fuck you learn to drive, ass wipe?!” The driver beeped his horn a few times, and Corsica, well, she was in one of her moods now, and bent over, pulling the remnants of her hot pants down just enough to flash her ass hole at the driver, shocking the driver’s companion. “Yeah…check it, Dick!” She slapped it once, and then pulled up her shorts. Turning her head, just enough, she caught sight of Candice, coming towards her, not wearing a great deal. The hell took her so long, was beyond her, but least she didn’t get caught up in the bombing. Hobbling over to be at her side, she gave her right breast a slap and chuckled, before coughing loudly. “Geez Sis, talk about timing. Have I got a story to tell you.” <3>

Captain277: *Candice watched her sister hobble across the street, a sorry sight to behold. She remembered dressing her sister earlier that morning, and it saddened her to look at all of her loving work ripped and torn to shreds. Flinching as one of the passing cars nearly hit her beloved, Candice started to run out towards her sister before stopping as Corsica handled the matter herself. In spite of the lack of tact, Candice felt relieved to see her sister composing herself in such a manner; it meant she hadn’t been too seriously hurt by whatever had happened here. Corsica seemed to suddenly notice her, and closed the gap quickly, and before Candice could react or even ask Corsica what had happened, the woman had slipped in beside her and groped her in a manner not all that different from the treatment she had received earlier in the crowd. Letting out a quiet moan as her knees went weak, still turned on by her sister’s touch even in the face of calamity, Candice let Corsica finish speaking before she wrapped her pale arm around the bare caramel skin of the woman’s waist.* Not right now Cor. You’re probably in shock. We should get you home, and out of this cold. Can you walk right now?

CharlotteCarrendar:- Well, Candice had that half right, Corsica was in shock. It was the reason for her outrageous outburst and Kodak camera flashing with her ass at the driver. Her defence mechanisms kicking in, and her desperate need to remain in control. The last thing she ever wanted anyone to see her do, was either lose control, come undone, and fall apart. Especially in front of her beloved Sister, Candice. Corsica reached up and straightened her hat, in an effort to cover the fact that her hand was actually trembling. Corsica afraid? Bullshit! Oh how the truth could be anything but. Candice went into Florence Nightingale mode, slipping her arm around Corsica’s waist, and uttering; You’re probably in shock. We should get you home, and out of this cold. Can you walk right now?” Righting herself, and trying to stand tall, but with broken shoes, she said. “You kidding, I could wow them in Milan and walk this path like it was a fucking catwalk.*she lied, her eyes narrowing, as she shot Candice a knowing look* “ But… Just..get us a cab. I got money…I think.” She reached in her torn pocket and pulled out a dirty roll of Euros. “When we get back to the hotel, I am so getting wasted.” <3>

Captain277: *Candice helped her sister away from the club, knowing that it would be next to impossible to get a cab in the middle of all the chaos. Though Corsica put on a tough act, Candice could see that she was in pain, even if she was loath to admit it. Corsica’s pride wouldn’t let her admit weakness, and for a second Candice found herself feeling jealous about her sister’s strong will. A sliver of guilt worked its way into that emotion, and Candi silently chastised herself for the envy. Pretending she only wanted to hold onto Corsica, Candice provided an anchor, maintaining both her sister’s pride and Candi’s own need to serve. After hobbling a couple blocks out of the way, to a spot where the sidewalks were nearly abandoned, but the roads were busy, Candice waved down a cab and gingerly pushed her sister inside. The cab driver couldn’t conceal his concern, both at Corsica’s condition and at the manner in which both were dressed, but in Prague, it didn’t pay to ask questions. Word was already beginning to spread about the violence at the Club, and to pry was to invite trouble. As the cab pulled away from the curb, Candice set one cold hand on the somehow still warm flesh of Corsica’s thigh, stroking her sister’s leg slowly, to try and keep her focused. Her voice barely above a whisper, Candice did her best to mask the worry in her voice.* Is there anything I can do for you Sis?

CharlotteCarrendar:- Being pushed into the foul smelling cab, that was so common this time of night, Corsica fiddled with the seat belt, and then tossed it, tilting her head back and just staring at the ceiling. Another close brush with the law, and danger to boot. Corsica then noted she had a searing pain in her side, but hadn’t bothered to check herself really. Her slender digits slid down her side and touched a wet patch, obviously she was wounded from the wall falling on her and the escort. Corsica squinted and tried to mask the pain, when her sweet sister, slid in beside her and the Driver got the nod to go. Pulling out from the curb, the warm revving of the engine, and the security of no longer walking along a dangerous Prague street, Candice tried to take stock of the night’s events, till she found her sister’s hand touching her thigh. So cold, her digits like icicles, compared to Corsica’s tepid skin. It felt so good. Corsica released a pleasured sigh, catching sight of the driver’s eyes in the rear vision mirror. Great, another voyeur. Men, they were truly all the same, and had one thing on their mind; Sex. Well, if this could earn them a free cab ride, she was all for it. Candice, then did her thing, being so good at serving her Mistress. Corsica mocked a sad pout, and then she drew her finger down between her breasts and said. “It hurts…Here…*she pointed to each breast, that was barely covered by leather*…here…and…down here.” Her fingers danced down between her thighs, where she pulled away the fabric from her crotch. She changed her sitting position, and her red lips of her clit practically winked at her sister, inviting her. “Make it better.” <3>

Captain277: *Candice would never dream of disobeying her sister, but as her cheeks flushed and then bloomed a sudden crimson, made all the more brilliant against the alabaster hue of her skin, Candi felt that odd reluctance again. A million concerns ran through her head, not least of which was whether Corsica should be engaging in any such activity until she had been treated. Even as her mind told her that her sister needed rest, Candice’s body moved in of its own volition. Unbuckling herself from the seat, Candi pulled her legs up off of the floor and leaned over her wounded sibling, slowly lowering her head until her lips brushed against the cool leather strip that ran between Corsica’s cleavage. Peeling her lips back, Candice gripped the article with her teeth and slid further up her sister’s body, tugging the top along with her, forcing her Master’s breasts to spill out and bounce slightly in time with the frantic pace of Corsica’s heart. As Candice released the leather top, she extended her tongue, running the moist, pink tip down Corsica’s chest and up the generous mound of her right breast. Daring to tease Cor for a moment, Candi ran her tongue in tight, playful circles around her areola, before finally succumbing. Wrapping her lips around her sister’s nipple, Candice began to suck, flicking her tongue back and forth over the sensitive stud at strategically appropriate moments. While her mouth worked Corsica’s excessively beautiful breast over, the hand Candice wasn’t using to support her own weight slipped between her sister’s burning-hot thighs, leaving a cool trail behind her as frigid skin clashed with feverish skin. Candice pressed her thumb to Corsica’s clit, rubbing it through the hood in time with the motions of her tongue atop Cor’s nipple.*

CharlotteCarrendar:- Corsica watched her sister, waiting for that reaction, of either total obedience or a slither of doubt getting the better of her. The sad pout was soon lost, and replaced with a more despicable grin. “That’s it Candice, release your inhibitions, and fall to me, you know you want too. You crave me, I am virtually your drug, your aphrodisiac .” This was said, in a sultry voice, as her sister released her breasts from the confines of her bustier, or what was left of it. Her breasts bouncing free, and their pointed pink peaks, just waiting for some special attention. Corsica’s eyes darted to the rear vision mirror, and she could hear the driver grunt, as he started to take the long way round, to reach their hotel. Fine, if he was going to pay for it out of his own meagre wages, then this gave her more time to enjoy her Candy. Corsica’s heart was pounding, a drum deep in her chest, keeping time with the strumming of her fingers up and down Candice’s back. She sucked in her breath and then released a pleasurable moan, when Candice paid attention to her right nipple. She whispered breathlessly; “Good girl..make me feel better. That’s it…right down…Oh yeah. Rub that button. Like a good slut.” The pressure of Candice’s thumb caused Corsica to release some of her feminine wetness,and her fingers should be soaked as soon as she finds the entrance to her pulsating cunny. <3>

Captain277: *Candice shuddered as her sister growled in her ear, and in return she picked up her pace. Breaking her mouth away from Corsica’s now glistening, hard right nipple, Candice pulled her thumb away from her injured sister’s clit. Licking the honey her fingers had picked up during their stay between her Master’s legs as she repositioned herself in the rear of the cab. Shifting around for a few seconds longer than she had anticipated, eliciting a few mumbled curses as she hurried to return to her sister before Corsica grew upset, Candice’s head slid between her sister’s thighs eagerly. Rolling her tongue over the slick lips of Corsica’s cunt, Candice let out a high-pitched moan of satisfaction as the familiar, ambrosial taste filled her senses. Slipping under Corsica’s hood, the tip of Candice’s tongue began to flick at her sister’s clit, pulsing against it, cutting side to side, and running in excruciatingly slow circles. No longer needing to use her hands to support her weight, Candice slid her middle finger between Corsica’s ass cheeks and the seat, wriggling around until her fingertip brushed over the tight ring of her sister’s asshole. Prodding and stroking the entrance, but daring to go no further, Candice allowed her other hand to creep up Corsica’s injured body, until at last it came to rest on her previously untouched left breast. Grabbing the entire mound in her hand, Candice began to knead Corsica’s breast, pinching the nipple in between the knuckles of her middle and ring fingers as she worked fervently.*

CharlotteCarrendar;- The sky erupted, with flashes of lightning, and the darkened night clouds, illuminated by the electrical bolts, spreading their spider like veins of pure white and gold. The sound of the heavy rainfall hitting the metal exterior of the cab, added with the windscreen wipers being turned on, created a wonderful melody, that just capped off this night thus far. Like the Gods themselves wept, for the loss and pain, that the night at the Death Club had brought. And here was Corsica, enjoying the sexual favours of her sibling in the back seat of a dirty Prague cab. It was like something out of a twisted porno, and that made it all the more delectable. The right edge corner of her mouth twitched, when her sister took to her cunny with her hot tongue. So skilled in the art of pleasing a woman, she was better than any man could possibly dare. Corsica shuddered, the pleasure blurring with the pain in her side. Blinking back the tears, from the pain in her side, she gripped the door handle, and dug her nails into the velour. Her lips parted, and she released a small laugh, like she needed to express joy at this second. But as soon as Candice muttered her curses and got into a better position on the back seat, and dived between her legs, feverishly licking, Corsica let out a cry, that was laced with passion and pain. “Fuck!” That single word, was so gritty, and to the driver, he practically jumped out of his seat, having slowed the car down, and actually had his cock out, smoothing his hand over the pre covered head. Corsica squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable, then that was when Candice’s finger teased her puckered asshole. Oh yeah. If Candice was going to go all out, she was going to be rewarded with a mouth full of jizz. Corsica reached down and placed her free hand behind Candice’s head, and guided her, using her fingers to pinch the back of her neck, then smooth her fingers over the tweaked skin. Repeating in time with her finger’s pressing into her anus. “You thirsty? Want to drink me? Fuck my hole bitch. Suck my lips, Candy!” Corsica started to buck against Candice’s tongue and threw her head back, enjoying her breast being kneaded with more force. Her nipples hardened up, and she growled sensuously. Loving it now. <3>

Captain277: *Candice didn’t know about the cab driver watching them. She had forgotten there was a cab driver. Hell, she’d forgotten there was a cab. The thunderstorm outside was little more than a distant bass rumble in her ears, muffled as they were by her sister’s thighs. Candi’s shoulders tightened up as Corsica pinched her at the neck and forced Candi’s face deeper into her cunt. Gasping for air as she continued to assault her wounded sister’s clit, Candice understood her sister’s gesture. Corsica’s words took a moment to register in Candice’s lust-addled brain. Lapping up her sister’s juices greedily, Candi thrust her middle and ring fingers into her sister’s asshole, which had been lubricated thirty times over by the sheer amount of juice she had been virtually squirting out. As Corsica bucked her hips back and forth, she rode Candice’s fingers, letting Candi leave that hand still so she could focus on swallowing as much of her sister’s nectar as possible. Trying to keep the pace, Candi’s attempts at kneading Corsica’s breast fell behind, so to compromise, she blindly targeted the nipple, pinching, twisting, and pulling it with a harshness her meek form was unaccustomed to. Her sister had somehow temporarily rubbed off on her, and Candice knew that if she didn’t keep things in check, she could very well lose herself again and go absolutely crazy. She tried not to think about how her own thighs were undoubtedly shimmering with how much of her own fluids coated them, or how hard her nipples were, let alone how much she wanted to be violated. That could all wait for the hotel. For now, Candice didn’t exist as anything other than a part of Corsica; a sex toy capable of complete and utter devotion.*

CharlotteCarrendar:- There was no question in Corsica’s mind; no one pleased Corsica as well as Candice did. Her utter devotion and attention to making sure she brought her sister to a full aroused state, meant that she was guaranteed orgasms, time and time again. The driver had reached the hotel, but with the heavy pounding of the rain falling and the wind screen wipers going full pelt, no one could see into the cab. The street outside the hotel was practically deserted, so this made it all the more erotic and reason to finish the fuck session in style. The dull squeak of the leather upholserery that was now sticky from the combined fluids of the twins, was going to be pretty messy and the driver would be having to clean his cab for sure before he could take another fare. The driver could hear the delectable moans, and slapping of skin. The licking and the squeak of the inner springs of the carseat, that was taking a beating. God these girls sure knew how to put on a show. The driver now had a rigid boner, and was beating furiously, hoping to cum, right as the girl getting eaten did. Corsica saw his eyes in the rear vision mirror again, and then made that duck face, like she was about to come. Rolling her lip under her teeth, she snarled loudly and then cried out. “Candy girl…Maaaaa Cummingggg!!!” Gripping the back of Candice’s head, she forced her deep, cumming hard and squirting straight upon her Candi’s tongue. Her tight asshole clenched around the fingers, and she rode in on the wave of pleasure, only slowing from her bucking, to be reduced to shuddering. When done, she gripped Candice’s head, and brought it up from her wet mound, to be face to face. Corsica smiled and then started to softly lick her sister’s tongue and lips, while massaging her right breasts. She whispered between licks. “You’re so good, and you get your reward, upstairs. I promise, after I bandage my side, we are going to wreck that bed.” <3>

Captain277; – *Candice could feel it coming; Corsica’s asshole squeezed around her fingers harder and faster with each second, and her sister’s hip-bucks became increasingly more erratic. Sucking air in through her nose as she continued furiously trying to push her sister over the edge, Candice pushed in all at once as Corsica screamed out that she was coming. Relaxing her jaw, Candi flattened her tongue, letting out a squeal of pleasure as her sister’s cum rushed into her mouth and coated everything. Swallowing desperately as the juice continued pouring down her throat, Candice rode out Corsica’s orgasm alongside her, removing her fingers from her sister’s ass and drawing her lips away from her drenched cunny only once Corsica allowed her to. Drawn up, face to face with her Master, Candice could only pant and gasp, her breath short. She felt Corsica’s tongue flit out now, tasting herself from where her juices had coated Candice’s face. Hands groped and teased Candi’s breasts, but for some reason, Candice was still far away, the sheer force of her sister’s orgasm having given her one as well. Horny, out of breath, and willing to do anything, Candice struggled with maintaining composure. Hearing her sister’s promise, Candi locked eyes with Corsica, her voice barely above a whisper and the smell of Corsica’s cum on her breath.* Should I swallow the driver’s load too, Master? Poor guy’s still trying to blow it.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Tasting her own jizz on her sister’s lips was like licking hot butter, and she smiled, as her sister offered to finish off the cab driver, who could be heard fapping furiously in the front seat. Wow, talk about dropping her inhibition all the way down and being ready to suck off the driver, right after taking her sister so well. An evil smirk flashed over Corsica’s lips, and since she had cum and was recovering, she actually got off on watching her sister do others. The man heard the offer, and unclipped his belt, even going as far, to pull the front seat forward, so he could access the back, his engorged penis clearly visible. He looked like he had been given the key to the city, to have the delectable lips of Candice around his shaft. “Mmm okay, just this once, Candice, since the man is going to make this a free ride, right?” The Driver didn’t wait to for Candice to respond, but he nodded to Corsica, as he got over the seat, and sat, readying himself for her. Corsica grinned, and if Corsica got low to start to suck, Corsica would start fingering her hard, and slapping her ass, just to give her the feeling, her sister was in on the sex act. <3>

*Some part of the usual, shy Candice shuddered as the cab driver eagerly worked his way between the seats and presented his throbbing cock. Corsica gave her permission, and all at once the reluctance Candice had felt disappeared. Bending over her sister’s cum-slick lap to reach the cabbie, Candice caught the string of pre-cum that dangled from the driver’s head with her tongue and pulled it into her mouth, letting the taste mingle with the lingering flavor of her lover and sister. Wrapping her lips around the surprisingly hard head, Candice relaxed her jaw and began to bob her head back and forth, sucking as her tongue ran in circles around the rim of the cabbie’s head. Candi had taken larger cocks before, and the driver’s was small enough for her to take it all the way in without having to deepthroat. Enjoying this fact, she worked at the organ with an uncharacteristic hunger. She felt her sister’s fingers probing her own, untouched slit, and wiggled her ass with pure hedonistic glee each time Corsica slapped her ample cheeks. Corsica’s goading brought out even more of the slut in Candice, and her eyes went suddenly wide as she felt the cabbie’s shaft pulse much sooner than expected. Pulling away from his member, Candice opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck her tongue out, wrapping one slender hand around the driver’s cock. Stroking furiously, Candi forced him to come before he could even brace himself, and the driver buckled forwards a little bit, shaking his hips and throwing off Candice’s aim as spurts of cum shot out of his head. The majority pooled inside Candice’s mouth, but a few errant shots streaked across her face. Sucking the cock clean of what little cum could be coaxed out of it, Candice turned to face Corsica, mouth still open, and locked eyes with her. Pursing her lips, Candice swallowed the entire load, and licked her lips clean. Thick rivulets of cum trickled over her brow and cheeks, but Candice didn’t pay them any mind. Her hunger sated, she instantly reverted back to her quiet, submissive self, bowing her head.* I am ready to go inside and treat your wounds whenever you are, Cor.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Candice looked a sight, with the jizz from this random cabdriver on her brow and cheeks. Corsica had to suppress a giggle, when she saw it for herself. God, she really went to the extreme, from a simping submissive to a full on cumslut. Corsica wiggled her eyebrows at the driver and then said. “Thanks for the ride. Going to take my sister inside, and finish her off.”- opening the car door, she helped her sister out, even though she was wincing with pain, only to slam the door, and with her sister by the hand, hobble inside the hotel and up to their room, where she planned to lick her sister clean, literally. What had been a disastrous night, turned into yet another Chisolm adventure, but little did the girls realise that there had been a camera in the cab, that captured everything. The driver lay back, still stunned from their attentions, only to then smile at the camera. Who was watching? Well, we all know who. <3>

TVG: Sitting in one of downtown Atlanta’s famous sports bars, The Pitstop Bar & Grill, I had an opportunity to chat with racing sensation, Della Sachs. Looking mighty fine in a sexy purple tank top and matching pants, you would think this mocha beauty would feel more at home in a hair salon or a shopping mall. But Della Sachs is no ordinary woman. She set the racing world on its collective ass a few years ago by becoming the first female to win a major racing event, cementing her reputation as a serious competitor in once was regarded as a man’s sport. Della, thanks for sitting with us today.

DS: Thank you for having me. I have to say, doing an interview in a sports bar is probably one of the highlights of my career. (-With a chuckle, she tossed her hair back over one smooth shoulder.-)

TVG: So, Della…you are a second-gen racer, your father, Del Sachs being one of the best racers in this business. How did you get involved?

DS: I grew up around cars and racing. My momma, Shelia Sachs, was a mechanic and she taught me everything there was to know about cars: how they run, how to change parts, how to drain and engine. Most girls were worrying about hair and boys and clothes, I was worrying about engine blocks, broken axles and dirty oil. My dad, God rest his soul, took me along for his races and I got involved with the pit crew. The sights and sounds of a car going over two or three hundred miles per hour…I felt like I had found my calling. So I asked my dad to teach me to drive one of his cars. He took me out to the track and I nearly crashed the first time I tried a turn. Scared the hell out of my father when that happened. But I laughed it off and got back behind the wheel. Practice makes perfect and all that.

TVG: And you never looked back.

DS: Never even checked the rear view.

TVG: You’re racing in The Turtlewax 3000 next weekend. Are you excited?

DS: Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ve been looking forward to this race all year.

TVG: Why is that exactly?

DS: There’s a lot of new talent coming in from all over the world and this is a chance for me to prove to myself that I have what it takes to be in this business. Because when all is said and done, the one in the winner’s circle will be on top for a long time.

TVG: Being number one is important to you?

DS: Not at all. The most important thing to me is surviving the race. To reach that checkered flag. I’ve worked hard for this all my life. To even be in the top 20 finishers would be heaven in my eyes.

TVG: What do you think of the new crop of racers coming in?

DS: I’m sure they’re talented…but I’ve heard some disturbing things about a few of them. Kind of worries me how they are behind the wheel of a ton of metal and whipping around in a circle at 200 miles and hour.

TVG: I’m going to toss out a couple of names. What’s the first thing that pops into your head?

DS: Go for it.

TVG: Carlos Mendoza.

DS: Playboy millionaire who uses women as his personal toys.

TVG: Kaspars Balodis.

DS: Fried Brain Syndrome.

TVG: Rhiannon Balodis.

DS: Rookie…but she’d be excellent competition. She needs more race time.

TVG: Robbie Williams.

DS: I’m surprised he’s not dead yet to be honest with you. With all the s*#t he’s abusing his body with, he’s got to have the slowest reflexes ever. Dangerous to have behind the wheel.

TVG: Pretty strong words.

DS: I take racing very seriously. Anyone gets in my way of my goals and dreams…well let’s just say my reactions won’t be pleasant.

TVG: Hmm. Interesting. Well…I think we’re done. Thank you, Della for speaking with us today. Is there anything you’d like to tell any of our readers who may be interested in a career in race car driving?

DS: Yes. Work hard, listen, and be aware of your surroundings at all times because if you don’t, that split second your attention slacks could be the difference between life and death.

The sounds of boots clicking through the passageways of the citadel in which the humans where gathering. It had been many months since John Connor had died and Skynet was crippled though during the trying time that ensued after Connor’s death a trio of friends had risen to take John Connor’s place and hopefully live up to his legacy. The male was five foot eight and weighed in at two hundred and ten pounds of pure bulked up muscle. Though behind those steely blue eyes rested a quick witted brain gained through twenty years of service in Delta Force. His name was Ezekiel Whitestone while at the age of forty four he was still as nimble and quick on his feet as he was in his twenties. His agility had given him the name of “White Rabbit” even though he had no want of the moniker. His clothing was geared towards the Urban Combat he had been taking part of lately when leading his eight man team into the ruined city that was once new york. Ezekiel was almost always carrying a K-bar knife and a six round .50 caliber revolver he liked to call the Executioner. However, those where not his only weapons he carried on his person as he was also carrying at this time an M-16 assault rifle loaded with a thirty round magazine. On Ezekiel’s waist and chest rested a set of webbing and bandoleers carrying another thirty of the thirty round magazines as well as sixty rounds of .50 caliber ammunition for the pistol that rested on his left thigh opposite the k-bar Knife on his right thigh. Ezekiel was making his way from his chambers to the ramparts where he could look out into the city and determine if they where to actually head into the city to try and scavenge supplies to keep the fortified warehouse stocked even though they had enough food to last almost two months. The fact was the Ezekiel always had contingency plans ready in case against all odds the machines some how made it through their defenses and mine field that had been put in place across the only access route to the building. The defenses consisted of motion sensing turrets that carried both miniguns and grenade launchers that without the proper identification would blast any intruder that came within fifty yards of the six turrets. Three turrets where placed in shadowed corners to make sure they weren’t in plain sight while the other three consisting of two grenade launchers and a minigun where placed on the roofs of the buildings that formed the alley that led to the now fortified warehouse. Ezekiel sighed to himself and muttered softly to himself before turning from the ramparts and making his way back into the warehouse along the river. “Its only a matter of time….until there is No Fate left to us but death….”

Clarissa Grant lay in her cot, staring up at the flickering ultra violet light that was fixed into the ceiling of her compartment. It was attracting the usual bugs and moths to its unnatural glow, and had been keeping Clarissa awake for hours. She truly had not been able to sleep much anyways, since her mind was cluttered with the thoughts of losing John, all those months before. Clarissa had never really gotten over it, and she didn’t see that happening anytime soon. Knowing it was just wasting time to lay in her cot, she pushed herself up to sitting and rubbed her eyes, with the ball of her fist. The dripping of her vanity basin tap was in a slow and steady rhythm, and it drew her to it, as she pushed up off the bed, and went to wash her face, in the hopes it may refresh her somewhat. The water smelt foul, due to the numerous chemicals that had fed into the water holding units. You could use it on your skin, just never drink it. Grabbing a towel, she patted her face dry after splashing her face, and then hung her towel back up. She applied some musk deodorant and checked that she still had her dog tags on, before slipping on her socks and boots, and readying herself to face the others. being sure to be armed for the cross to the warehouse, where she had been previously advised that White Rabbit was holding a meeting. With twin glocks and a hunter’s knife strapped to her calf, a M-16 rifle on her back, with an ammo utility belt strapped around her waist, she was well armed to go against whatever the enemy might attempt to throw at her.

Exiting her compartment, she looked about to see any signs of life. Most had already filed out to do the scavenger runs that morning, and though she would have been part of that, her meeting this day was more important. This trip would be on foot of course, and Clarissa broke into a sprint, to get across the no man’s land, and make it to the river, where the warehouse was situated. Every so often, she found cover behind destroyed tanks and downed machines, always on her guard, in case she was spotted and tagged. This day…she made it without a problem. Reaching the door to the warehouse, she flipped up the sequence pad and entered her code, then pressing her thumb into the identification panel, her head turning to see if she had been followed. The light on the panel flashed green, and you could hear the unlocking mechanisms disengage, and the door to the warehouse slide open. Clarissa entered silently, wondering if the White Rabbit had beaten her there.

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A slim figure was rummaging around in one of the weapons containers, searching for a ammo clip when a loud thud sounded overhead. Startled, there was a bang as the figure tried to stand and cracked their noggin on the edge of the container.

“Ow! Fuck!”

There was amused laughter from behind and upon turning, glared at the person standing there.

“Asher Jacob Ryan! I fucking hate you!” was the growled response.

“Ah, come on sis. Did I scare you that badly?” Asher chuckled. With a huff, his sister, Aleksis turned back to the container she’d been looking through. “What are you looking for anyway?”

“Clips for the AKs. Command seems to think we’re running low. Might need to recon for more.” Aleksis stated.

“Recons are a bitch. Fucking machines pounce the minute they see an eyeball.”

“Lost Omega team yesterday on a recon.” she told him. His eyes widened in shock. Omega team had been THE team.

“No shit?”

“Nope.”

“Fuck.” Asher stated, summing up both their feelings in one word. Aleksis nodded.

Asher “Ash” Jacob and Aleksis “Alek” Jean Ryan, brother and sister, only surviving members of their family. They’d been living in the mountains of Colorado when SkyNet took over, started killing all the humans. Their parents died trying to get their kids to safety and they had to grow up pretty quickly. They were 16 and 14 years old at the time, Aleksis being the oldest.

Aleksis Jean Ryan, current age 32

Asher Jacob Ryan, current age, 30

In the new world, they had to self-train themselves in all sorts of weaponry and mechanics. They’d taken down their first flyer when Asher was 17, and their first Terminator when Aleksis was 18. They had stolen a decomissioned tank from a military scrapyard and fixed it up to their specifications. “Big Bad Bertha” as they fondly called her, had been instrumental in taking out a SkyNet installation just outside of Fort Worth, Texas and saving a few hundred members of then-leader John Connor’s Resistance.

They, like many others, were now part of the bigger picture, the preservation of the human race…in the last surviving stronghold on the planet.

War was coming…and they were ready.

“Dammit..there were some top people in those teams. It’s hard to replace them, you know?” She spoke her mind, which was hardly surprising. Sugar coating shit was getting no one any medals. She raised her head slightly and listened to his request. “Gather a team Clarissa and meet me outside we’re going to do some Recon and clear out some of those robotic nuances. Their getting to damned close for comfort and we need to lure them away from the safe haven and protect the innocents here…” Watching him take off his M16 and holding it defensively as he was about to leave the safety of the warehouse, Clarissa nodded, and knew she was going to have to ask the younger cadets to step up to the plate.

Clarissa didn’t muck about. Her M16 holstered, she darted through the warehouse, checking dorm after dorm, supplies rooms and the mess hall. Banging on doors as she went, she sung out.

“I need a team to do the next retcon sweep out in the open. If you haven’t faced those fuckers before, now’s your chance. Meet me just before the north exit, and be sure to have full kit with you. This is no drill. Repeat. We lost Alpha and Omega. Get your asses down to that door.”

Turning back, as she heard the thud of footsteps and chatter, it was a matter of time as the team assembled back with the White Rabbit.

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“I need a team to do the next retcon sweep out in the open. If you haven’t faced those fuckers before, now’s your chance. Meet me just before the north exit, and be sure to have full kit with you. This is no drill. Repeat. We lost Alpha and Omega. Get your asses down to that door.”

Aleksis and Ash shared a look before identical grins took over their faces. This was what they lived for. Diving into the weapons cache, they came up with their favorite weapons; for Aleksis – an M41A Pulse Rifle and for Ash the M56 Smart Gun along with standardized grenades, which they clipped to weapons belts at their hips.

Brother and Sister saluted each other.

“You watch my back, I’ll watch yours.” Aleksis spoke their standard battle motto.

“Until we bleed no more.” Ash saluted. They high-fived one another before running out to join the team.

“Clarissa and you two up front with me the rest in the back.” Rabbit ordered, and Clarissa saluted before following him towards the front of the vehicle. Already they had quite a unit assembled, and at least they would be able to put up a good fight when it came to the crunch. Un-holstering her M16, she set it in front of her as she climbed in the front seat of the truck. This thing had seen a lot of action, and had a few bullet holes and blood splattered glass to show that it had not always made it back with a full team. She checked behind her to see the others were getting on board, when Rabbit spoke to her in a low tone, so that the others couldn’t hear.

“Times are getting rough Clarissa and we need to start planning and preparing for the time when the machines do find our little safe haven and only then will our greatest trial begin….the very fight for our survival..”

“No shit, Sir. I am surprised we held them off this long. But its no shock they are breaching the outer limits. I just hope we have the man power to fight it.” Her concerns were genuine, as she strapped herself in and the Commander started up the truck, with a blast of black smoke out of the exhaust. It hummed and vibrated loudly as it took off. Now it was only a matter of time…till they were beyond the gates, and at the mercy of the machines.

Target Location – 10 Mile out

As they came in range of the destined location, there was a low whistle sound that was all too familiar as Clarissa gasped and the windscreen was hit by a round. The grunt and cry of her Commander, had her turn her head, only to see the crimson stain of his blood behind him and a gaping wound in his shoulder.

“Everybody out now! Contact left! I want that fucker taken down now!!!”

“Fuck a duck!’ She hollered, opening the car door and practically leaping out, swinging around her M16, looking left and right, then forward for what just shot her Commander. The loud rip of the air and then a rocket was fired, causing a massive fireball and black smoke billowing as the rat a tat tat of gun fire, and the ping and pop of the guns of the team was blazing against the enemy machines.

Nearest target was a large office building or what was left of it, and to see the machines start to flood out from broken windows and fire escapes, had Clarissa grit her teeth and call to arms. “Take cover, don’t stay out in the open!” She tried to motion for at least four men to get to the nearest overturned bus that had been blown apart some time before.

Ash and Aleksis were blowing up machines left and right, and then warned of the Flyer that was coming in from over head. Clarissa ran across the street, a virtual no man’s land and rolled behind the bus, before taking pot shots at at least two machines, blowing off their heads, and watching them walk around headless. But what of the Rabbit?

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The chopper had taken off from the medic housing not long after they radioed in. their coded transmission had been recieved and their only hope is that the machines had not also intercepted it as well. Xavier was ready to handle anything that came their way however. The mounted turret gun was operational. He had seen so much of war and was tired of it, however they had a job to do. To save lives he had to be in the thick of it. That was what he wanted most to save as many as he could. Ther had been enough destruction. He had seen so many killed already since skynet first became operational. It was beyond comprehension how much had been lost. As the sound of the buzzing of the chopper was heard he could make out the site of the battle below. Five miles out there was a war raging. They were tracking the signal of the ones who had called hoping to make it in time.

He had his kit ready and would be there soon he hoped.

Coffezz

Burning ambitions

Players:
GoldenDanae
CharlotteCarrendar

GoldenDanae: Outside was freezing and that frigid air hit the exposed skin of her face causing it to rise in a bright scarlet hue. Damn the world was flipped on end since the club a few blocks away went up in smoke. Since that first time being there she’d kept a low profile, like anyone would after assaulting some Italian guy and lighting a bad actor on fire…well his fake hair on fire…”Damn my land lord for thinking he could rewire the main breaker box on his own…I have work to get done.”, she grumbled leaving a trail of white whips from the heat contrast from her breath and the air around her. Her lap top tossed into a bag and tossed onto her shoulder and she made her way to the local coffee shop. Coffee shops always have wifi and she pushed her way inside to a hum of voices and coffee machines. She found a seat at the back of the shop with her back to the wall so no one could see what she was working on. Lean fingers flew deftly over the keys as Clementine , the waitress came up. She smiled at Dani and then blinked a few times as she was given a very specific coffee order and rushed to grab her pen and pad of paper for the double café, skim, no foam and splenda sweetened latte that the woman who did not even look up had ordered. With a slight glance up and winks at the waitress as she turns to walk away. There was electricity in the air and Dani was not sure what was going on though it was clear that she would soon be finding out as she looked around to see if there was a familiar face in the slowly growing crowd.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The bell on the doorway of the coffee house chimed merrily, when Maggie Malone entered the warmth of the shop. The blast of wintery air sent a chill through the room, and Maggie got a few looks from the patrons, that were trying to warm themselves up again. The Irish rose was carrying her battered guitar case that was covered in stickers, from the many cities she had travelled to across the UK and Europe. Maggie unwound her tight plaid scarf from around her lower face and then removed her coat, hanging it upon the coat rack that was near the door. Already there were a few up, as the coffee house had become a magnet for gossip hungry locals. Since the beating up of Kraus Zimmerman, by the Death Club owners, news had travelled fast around the city, that chances of catching a glimpse of the famous Inga Snoggleblom, might be possible, at the adorable little coffee house. The manager had even gone to the extreme of setting up a stand of Oil of Ole’ beauty products, for the more hard core fans, just so he could make a few extra Euros out of his patrons. Maggie spotted Clementine, and sung out; “Eh….Clem, when ya got a minute, lass. I fancy a bit of service, maybe you could get the Manager, I got a proposition, if he be interested.” Maggie set down her guitar case and leant against the arm of one of the large red couches. <3>

GoldenDanae: Just as Clementine was coming back she got distracted by an accented woman. For a second she looked familiar and as she stood talking to the waitress. At that moment she started to actually look around and pay attention to all the jibber jabbering about the club. People sure like to talk and as she looked down at her lap top and a new schematic for the latest adult novelty spinning around on her screen she instantly felt contrite about working on such things in public. HOW had she been put on research and development? With a snort she closed the top of her computer and stood up grabbing the coffee off of the woman’s tray. She replaced the spot on the tray with some money and sat back down taking a sip. Setting it on the table she opened up her lap top again she read over an e-mail from the manufacturer in Japan. The broken ‘engrish’ was super hard to follow and she muttered though it and shook her head. They want a real situation trials…where was she going to find a group of couples that wanted to try the newest tickler from “slippery swirl”? Too bad the club blew up she’d have a place to hand out free samples and comment cards… She sighed closing the laptop with a rather loud click in the suddenly stone silent coffee house. Her hand slipped around her mug and she took a deep drink with her left hand rubbing her forehead trying to sort through what she was going to do about this latest dildo rule that was going to dominate her life.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Clementine held up her finger, as she was making a coffee and sung out. “Be right there, Mags.”- Acknowledgement was better than being ignored, and considering that Maggie was part of the Death Club crew, and knew Inga rather well, she hoped that her idea might sail with the Manager. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long, for just then, the kitchen door swung open and the portly manager, Theodore, exited carrying a fresh lemon tart, that he was set to be placing in the rotating cake dispenser. On seeing the statuesque Red head, he instantly showed a brilliant smile. More like dollar signs appearing in his eyes as well, and on closing the cake dispenser, he came out from behind the counter and waddled over, wiping his large hands on his apron. “Miss Maggie…a pleasure to have you back, after that most unfortunate incident. How is Inga?” Course he would ask about Inga…everybody did. Maggie shrugged her shoulders, and replied. “Still at her apartment, not come out yet, but Sven and Dai are there. Eh…what is this show you be puttin’ on ‘ere with the bull cum cream?”- She happened to point out the display of Oil of Ole’ the very products that Inga promotes. The Manager blushed, and then fumbled with his words. “Inga’s a star, can’t blame a man from making a takings from the gawkers that come to see where Kraus got flogged. You should see the blood stain on the floor boards.” Maggie could see that this could work in her favour, and gave her guitar case a bit of a kick. “Think they would come round, to know ole’ Maggie was doing her thang….singing, in the corner thur.”- she pointed out the poet’s corner, that was set up with a mic and a chair. The idea was, Maggie could do some jazz numbers, and songs of hope, to the customers of the coffee house. “I could even wear the Death club t” Now this had the Manager thinking, and you could see that he liked the proposition. Another wipe of the hand against his apron, and he stuck his hand out to shake. “Deal…just start up when you like.” This had Maggie smile broadly, and after shaking Theodore’s hand, she picked up her guitar case, and made her way over to the nook. Seeing the lass on her computer, she sung out. “ I do requests, lass. Can I sing ya a song?” <3>

GoldenDanae: Her coffee was almost drained and she frowned a bit setting the mug down on a coaster then tried to flag down Clementine again for a refill. Ah ha! As she listened to the portly owner had such an intimate conversation with the redhead and it all clicked. She’d seen her at the Club…well before it went boom that is. Great was she there when I lit that guy on fire??? Wonderful… At that Dani started to blush and she turned as though hiding her face a bit by a red pillow on the plush couch. When she was addressed she had no choice but to look up and smile at the womam. “Uhhhh… “, she sighed and tapped her chin a bit. “Play something soothing? My nerves are suddenly all fuckered up.”, she says with a snorting laugh really hoping that the woman didn’t remember her. It would be hard to forget the woman in a leather halter top who blew on a lighter and spewing a fire ball of Everclear at a man trying to be james bond and hit on the new girl at the club. “Hey Clemetine! You guys have anything with more kick then coffee?!”, she calls out laughing and opens her lap top again thinking about diving into her work making flyers to have open minded couples contact her to participate in a study on adult toys. She’d print them up at home…assuming she had power when she got home… and then plaster them around town. Hopefully Clementine had something with more of a kick for Dani gets too far into her work and lost in her surroundings.

CharlotteCarrendar;- Setting out her guitar case on the ground, she reached into the plush red velvet case and withdrew her guitar, which she treated with such care, you would think it was her child. Placing the strap around her neck, the wily Irish gal looked over at the girl she asked the song request from. Then….there was something about her…something familiar. The girl was blushing, like her face was on fire. Fire…? Fire?…FIRE! It suddenly dawned on Maggie just who it was, and the Irish rose bit her bottom lip, with something of a quirky grin. “Play something soothing? My nerves are suddenly all fuckered up.” Maggie’s eyes lit up. What better way to do her premiere performance at the coffee house, than to dedicate a song, to the very man that this woman had attacked at the bar in the Death Club. Trying very hard to maintain her mirth, she strummed her fingers and then fiddled with the cords, till her guitar was in perfect tune. Another strum, and she winked at the girl who was now singing out to Clementine asking for something with more kick. And trust me, by the time this song was done, she was going to need it. Maggie adjusted herself on the barstool and leant to the microphone, saying. “This song goes out to a man…who can’t be with us. Sadly he was in the burns unit for sometime after a tragic accident at the Death Club. One..two…thee…*and then, she started to sing* You know that it would be untrue, You know that I would be a liar, If I was to say to you, Girl, we couldn’t get much higher.” Strumming hard, she goes into the chorus, which surprisingly, everyone knows. “Come on baby, light my fire… Come on baby, light my fire.. Try to set the night on fire!” Everyone in the coffee shop would be swaying along to the haunting refrain penned by Jim Morrison, of the Doors, while Maggie winked at the rosy cheek coloured lass. “The time to hesitate is through, No time to wallow in the mire. Try now we can only lose, And our love become a funeral pyre.” The customers all started to sing the chorus along with Maggie, and Theodore was waving his arms in the air- “EVERYBODY!…. Come on baby, light my fire… Come on baby, light my fire.. Try to set the night on fire, yeah!” <3>

ZymoticFury: A lone man was already sat a few tables away from anybody else. He was half slumped over the table with a coffee in hand. He was barely noticed by anyone; you could say he was hiding in plain sight. Midas Damaskinos sipped his coffee, people watching through his glasses. His brown eyes were warm but if you looked at him long enough (Which nobody really did) you would notice they hid a rare intelligence and cunning. He wasn’t there by chance, he wasn’t just another customer, he was waiting. Midas had the golden touch in private pharmaceuticals. He was wealthy, he paid his taxes and on the surface he seemed all above board. But, as with an iceberg, that was only the surface. The majority of his income, while technically legal, would probably get him sent down if he wasn’t careful. He sent large amounts of Lidocaine to dealers with the intent for them to cut it with the pure drug to double, triple or even quadruple the amount sellable on street level and thus, making ridiculous profit margins. To say he was rolling in money was an understatement. He pulled out his phone and sat up, his fingers sweeping across the screen. He had spotted someone who was hard to miss. She had flaming red hair and could be none other than Maggie Malone. His phone was loaded on an email detailing the staff of the death club. While Maggie Malone was only bar staff, she would do, though saying that, he would have preferred someone a little higher on the food chain. As she played “Light my fire”, he surreptitiously snapped a photo of her making sure there was no flash, no sound and no way to tell he had taken a photo at all. This was surveillance, if he could get a small fry, the bigger fish will bite. He stood, slipping his phone away and draining his coffee. He walked with a smooth, confident stroll to the redhead. “Can you play rod Stewart’s Tonight’s the night?” He took time to pause, then looked her directly in the eyes before continuing. “…Maggie…” He handed her five hundred Koruna. It wasn’t much but he had only expected to be buying coffees. He had been watching from the shadows so far but now it was time to make his presence felt. He only wanted to invest and set up a contract but it had to be planned with military precision or his legal yet dodgy enterprise could blow up in his face.

GoldenDanae: A moment in the woman’s eyes and Dani knew she was remembered. SHIT! She thought and drooped her shoulders. This was going to be bad or really funny. The people in the coffee house were more than a few that she had seen at the club and she had made such a show of getting that guy to stop hitting on her with bad movie lines that a few turned to look at her knowing her now as well. “Well shit…if you can’t beat ‘em…”, she thought as she stood up and pulled a lighter out of her pocket lighting it, which made the guy sitting infront of her duck and smack his head on the table making his compatriot’s laugh as Dani started to wave the lighter and sing along. For that moment she joined in and fun then sat down soon after the man got up and requested another song Dani went back to work adding pictures to her flyer and fine tuning it while she listened to Maggie playing away. She sure was talented and she had to admit it as she got up with a soft roll of her hips and handed Maggie some cash. “Hey rockstar come chat when you’re done.”, she says with a laugh shaking her head and moving back to her seat though she had left her lap top open and a couple of guys were now looking at her flyer for adult aid trials and winked at Dani as she picked up a pillow swatting them away.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The crowd of the coffee house, really got into the swing of things, singing along to the chorus, and then the moment that had Maggie tip her head back and laugh, was when Dani actually got up and held aloft her lighter proudly, promptly scaring the poor fook that was sitting right in front of her. Talk about a hard reputation to get rid of. This would be stuck for life. She concluded the song on a high, and the applause was encouraging. This sure as hell beat singing on a street corner, and not only that, it was a hell of a lot warmer inside than out. Clementine set down a glass of water on a small table beside where Maggie sat, and she reached for it, winking at the waitress and taking a sip, as she heard another request. “Can you play rod Stewart’s Tonight’s the night?” …. “Maggie..” Half surprised that someone even knew her name, she had a quizical expression, as he walked over, bold as brass. He handed her five hundred Koruna, and Maggie’s jaw fell open. Course, she knew the song, being a huge fan of Rod Stewarts, since her mother used to love to play his music, after Maggie was supposed to have gone to bed. Then another call out, but from the lass that had set that bloke’s wig on fire. “Hey rock star come chat when you’re done.”,Maggie took another swig of water, then set the glass down. “Aye…be after this ere song.” Maggie strummed the guitar in the tune of Tonight’s the night, and began to tap her foot to the beat, as she started to sing. “Stay away from my window, Stay away from my back door too. Disconnect the telephone line, Relax baby and draw that blind.” She changes the cords and smiles at the crowd, while everyone settles back to enjoy the song, people talking and more people ordering coffees. The shop door opens, and you see that word had got out that there was something of a show on at the Coffeezz shop. Maggie’s hair blew about with the gust of wintery breeze, and she continued to sing, to get to the chorus. “Kick off your shoes and sit right down… Loosen off that pretty French gown. Let me pour you a good long drink, Ooh baby don’t you hesitate cause…. Tonights the night” – Maggie closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the melody of the song; the night a young woman loses her virginity. “It’s gonna be alright.. Cause I love you girl, Ain’t nobody gonna stop us now.” Maggie sang through the next two verses and the chorus to end, and cued for the Manager to hit the sound system, so she could take a break. “Thank you…thank you so much. Now buy a fookin’ coffee off Clementine.” She gave the peace symbol and put her guitar back in its case, before striding over to Dani and taking a look at her lap top screen. Seeing the pictures of sex toys, she blinks and said. “Why you dirteh gal….checkin out the fake dicks. Get a real man…they don’t need batteries.” <3>

ZymoticFury: He closed his eyes as he listened to her play, it was weird to hear a song from a males perspective played by a female but it was oddly erotic giving the lyrics a lesbian spin, it was almost as if he were listening to an older woman seducing a first-time lesbian. He was lost in his dirty thoughts as the music came to a close and he strolled over to the counter for a refill. He watched Maggie for a while; she seemed to be acquainted with another woman who had requested a song. The conversation was slow which denoted that the people didn’t know each other all that well. This was perfect for Midas, there would be far fewer “Inner jokes” and it would be easier to establish rapport with both of them. He sipped his coffee but it was still too hot and he grimaced a little. He slicked his hair back against his head a little; making sure it wasn’t too messy. He couldn’t help checking himself out in the windows reflection. He looked carelessly handsome despite the fact he put in a lot of effort into pretending he didn’t put a lot of effort into his look. He ordered two more drinks and when they arrived, he brought them with him to their little table, quite literally breaking all social convention. “I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of getting you two lovely ladies drinks.” His voice gave no clue as to his ethnicity, he almost had no accent but of course, that in itself is an accent. He sat beside the redhead, not sure how to go about letting her lead him to the people in charge. “My name is Midas and yes, as you’re probably wondering, I do have the golden touch.” He grinned lazily as he pulled out a cigarette and diamond studded Zippo Lighter. It was obvious he smoked by his voice, it was so deep and gravelly yet so easy to understand. Some would have called it seductive and it certainly had its perks and it definitely helped his charisma. He had a lazy charm and a certain happy-go-lucky air about him which suited him fine. He pondered for a moment, how best to get what he wanted. Softly softly catch a monkey? That looked like the best way to go about things, be too blunt and he could end up with a professional hit on him. “So I hear you work at the Death club. What happened the other night? I heard there was some kind of explosion …”

GoldenDanae: Dani had to laugh at the next song request and wondered why a guy sitting all on his own was requesting a song like that one. It really didn’t matter as she received an urgent email about a special order to be rushed into production. “Who in the fuck wants Hello Kitty Themed Penis pumps?!” she snorts a bit too loudly and looked up at Maggie as she commented on the cyber skin and perfectly veined phallus. “Ah but if the batteries die you can get more, a man goes soft not even a Swedish pump can help beyond a certain point.”, her voice was filled with humor and then a fierce blush as the lone ranger dude came up to talk to them. Of course when she was talking about work…She listened to him and wrinkled up her nose flashing him a smile. Dani was a cute mix of Southern American girl and her Japanese Native mother so her scrunched up delicate features and slight southern drawl were an almost sickeningly adorable mix as she commented to his rather cheesy line. “You know… Midas…that’s why they suggest you wash your hands after the double shake at the urinal.”, her features changed to a calm like she was totally serious as she watched to see what his and the buxom red head thought of her comment. At least Maggie would be less shocked after seeing part of her exploits in the club but this random male had no idea what he was walking into with the delicate and professional looking Dani. She would leave the offered drink off to the side where it was set and turn her eyes to her lap top giving directions to the agent associated with this off the wall hello kitty order she had to start processing…tonight.

CharlotteCarrendar; – Maggie was tilting her head back and forth, checking out the fake dongs on the web page, and of course, Dani had to blurt. “Who in the fuck wants Hello Kitty Themed Penis pumps?!” Well, Maggie had an answer for that. “Not mah Nik, that be for sure, got an overdose on the whole Hello Kitty fudge when we went to Tokyo with Inga and her family, just the other week. Hello Kitty Planes, Hello kitty rooms, Hello kitty bus. Nik so sick of Hello Kitty, he be ready to smack the next girl who mention’s it, a good hard one. Aye, his dick be so saggy if you even point that Hello kitty tube at his cock.” Just then the bell chimed on the door of the coffee house, and who should enter, but Inga’s agent, Sven and his gorgeous toy boy, Dai. Both were in some sort of argument and they kept their coats on, heading for the counter, to buy take away coffees, to take with them, to go back to Inga’s apartment. “It’s the latte mocha special…I keep telling you. Ugh, be so nice if we could drag her out in the cold, rather than us go get it.”- Dai was shaking his head and saying. “Cappachin! She want..Cappachin” – Maggie caught sight of the two gay lads, and then pointed them out to Dani. “You want to know about who likes Hello Kitty…speak to those two. Dai works for Sanrio, the makers of Hello Kitty designs, and Sven is Inga’s agent.” Easing back, Maggie watched as the previous guy who requested the Rod Stewart song, was bringing over drinks for the two girls. Maggie flicked her long red curls off her shoulder, and let the man sit down, but smirked at Dani’s retort, to his introduction. You know… Midas…that’s why they suggest you wash your hands after the double shake at the urinal.”, Wow, this kitty has claws; Maggie thought to herself, and took the offered cup of coffee. “To ya health. Oh, and you want to know about the Club. Eh…asking here, bad things happen, but I tell you anyways. It was all to kidnap the Star of the club. Mia. The diamond of the Death Club. Sad though, we all got no jobs now since it closed….again.” Maggie sighed softly, and sipped her coffee. When Midas flashed his gold zippo, Maggie had to comment. “You the Sultan of Brunai?”<3>

ZymoticFury: His leg came up to rest his ankle on the opposite knee as he slipped the cigarette in his mouth. He quickly lit it and took a quick drag. The relatively unknown girl had fire in her (Pun intended) and he liked girls with a little spirit and he wasn’t a stranger to a little banter. He grinned as she made her joke and looked up at her, his cigarette in hand, smoke rising from his nose in thin tendrils giving him the appearance of a dragon in wait. “Perhaps I should look into surgical gloves.” He chuckled a little as he listened to Maggie talk about what he already knew but he pretended to be interested. He had failed to notice the two men who entered but he wasn’t interested in them because he wasn’t aware of how close they were to the whole death club scene. He watched her eyes as she spotted his pride and joy, the Diamond studded £25,000 Zippo. His grin at the moment was reminiscent of the fabled Cheshire cat. “You could say that but I’m not that poor…” He paused for dramatic effect and continued in a way that would make a professional orator tip his hat. “It’s a shame you have lost your job… What If I told you that I would be willing to pay you a decent wage for doing nothing until I could find you a job?” He let it sink in for a moment or two and decided to explain. “I heard about what had happened and truth-be-told, it made an opportunity for me to make a little more money and if there’s one thing I’m interested in, its money.” He put the lighter away and shifted slightly. “See I know you have to spend money to make money and so, I need you to put me in touch with the head honcho so to speak so we can discuss business and see about getting you your job back. Are you following me so far Maggie?”

GoldenDanae: “Ah so you have a man is why you suggested something other than a battery operated boyfriend. INGA! That’s it! Her….”, she looks back at the computer and points at name. “Agent dude is on his way to meet me to go over specifics. Just then the guy walked in and Dani sighed. “So you seem to be well connected. “Oi that’s him!”, she laughs and wads up a napkin tossing it at the bickering boys. “When you got your drinks come sit eh? I assume you brought the drawings for me to take to fabrication?”, she asked picking up the coffee and taking a sip. It was full fat and super sweet almost making her twitch with the overload of sugar and she set it down looking at the dragon like face looking at her. “Hmmm, I thought soap and water was easy but the company I work for makes all kinds of latex and lamb skin protection aids. I’m sure that we have a wide range of gloves that could be of some assistance to your lack of hygiene.”, she snorted a laugh delighting that someone is poking back at her as she reaches into her bag and hands the man a brochure to the “Twisted Delights” Adult Novelty company that showed Dani on the cover in some outrageous leather get up holding the latest model of the Swedish Extender 5000. “The cover wasn’t my idea but it paid for my new apartment. Moving on up a few floors to a bigger flat.”, she shrugged and turned her attention to the men waiting for coffee so she could see the drawings of these favors she got a rush order on. She didn’t listen into the conversation between Maggie and Midas unless she was asked something directly.

CharlotteCarrendar: – This..Midas Character was quite the card. Amused by his own wit, a tad self confident, but of course, that came with the attitude of a saleman. Clearly, he was looking to sell himself today, and was putting on his best face. Right foot forward, into the conversation between the lanky Irish red, and the lap top girl with a fancy for setting men on fire. Midas was not a Sultan, er…no he was more powerful than that, and could probably burn notes to light his cigarettes. Interesting that he took such interest in the Death Club, or was there more to it. Maggie couldn’t seem to grasp on his reasons, but knew she could not reveal the true owner of the club, for sake of her own life. She was sworn to secrecy and instead, knew that she could offer up the name of the Proxy. Helena. “The one you want, is Helena. Hard core lesbian…not my cup of tea, or coffee, or anything really.” Taking out her cell phone, she managed to find a contact number for Helena, an emergency one, since Maggie was still on the books. Writing the number down on a napkin, she slides it across to Midas. “That is her contact, it’s the best I can offer you.” As for Dani, it seemed that Maggie was the one with connections, alright. She pointed out Inga’s agent and his lover, Dai, both well known in the fashion and porn industry. Clearly eager to meet them, she sung out. “When you got your drinks come sit eh? I assume you brought the drawings for me to take to fabrication?” Sven was first to hear, then saw Maggie and trotted over, air kissing both cheeks, before extending a hand gracefully towards Dani. “SVVVVVENNN” He said, with a roll of the tongue and a sharp flick of his head, to have his blond waves splay out, like in some shampoo commercial. he then spotted the brochure being handed and took it with a flourish. “Oooo Twisted Delights” Is that anything like Twister the game, but nude?” Maggie burst out laughing and shook her head. “its fake cocks and other nasties.” Dai popped his head out from behind Sven and waved. “Hai!” Sven then heard his cell buzzing and took it out, while Dai held the coffees in a take away tray. “Yes…I got…but…you said you wanted…..Inga please….No…no crying…fine fine…donuts….box of twenty….YOU GET FAT!…No..no don’t cry, I get them….bai.”- he hung up and sighed. “Miss…soo nice meeting you but, Dai and I have to go buy Inga donuts. Here, take my card…and we be in touch. Come on Dai….Inga wants donuts. *sighs*….Her ass will be bigger than her tits.”- The two headed out, leaving the trio sitting together. <3>

A Grey Kitten, Leather and a whole lot of Feathers.

Writers:
KalypsoGrey
AmeNoKumari
CharlotteCarrendar
LadyBelz.

KalypsoGrey: It was a long night, the files and threads for Carrendar had been looked over and the meeting hall was re dusted and polished to perfection. Kali let out a small sigh of relief before leaning against the outside of her house’s door. “I wonder if Kristian’s home?” With a small turn of her body, she faced the door, grasped the handle and turned. *click* The door opened. It wasn’t like Kristian to not lock the doors to their home, she had to wonder what his reasoning behind it was. Her steps steadied as she entered their home with caution, her eyes glistening in the small incense lamp that hung above the tables. And then it hit her, her sea green eyes fell upon the small letter placed upon the center table. She stepped forward, turned her back slightly to shut the door and then continued walking towards the letter. }c{

KalypsoGrey: ~He was always so formal in his letters~ ” Detective Clark will be visiting your office today at 3 pm to take your statement. I have insisted that he should come to you, as I don’t want you going anywhere. -X- Kristian Grey, Your over protective Husband. Kali sighed and shook her head at the note, folded it in two and placed it back on the table. Her eyes scanned the room and she couldn’t help but wonder what her husband was talking about, and then it hit her. It must have been the incident at the office. Why couldn’t he just let it go? She sat herself on the couch of their home and slowly inhaled, trying to calm her heart rate as it picked up with each passing second. “I need to get things ready.” Without a second thought she rose from her place on the couch and rushed into the kitchen, opening different cupboards and swinging the fridge open on the way. “I wonder if any of them will even eat?” She giggled to herself and shook her head before gathering the assortment of chips and dip and making her way back to the living room area. Placing the food on the table she smiled to herself and brushed her hands through her hair, curling a strand behind her ear as she grasped her phone and rapidly sent out the group text. “Ladies Night, Kristian’s and My place, he’s out of town. It’s our time to have some fun.  xoxo – Grey.” *Send* With a small cling on her phone she smiled and sent the needed directions followed by a picture of her outfit. Hoping to get the three girls riled into a good enough mood. }e{

CharlotteCarrendar:- Downtown at the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras, Simone was atop a massive banana covered float, doing what she was paid to do, dance like she was one of the exotic dancers from Rio. Awash with bright blue feathers, and more sparkle than Tiffany’s, she wowed the crowd with her elaborate dance moves. Bare foot, and diamantes well placed across her voluptuous body, which smelt highly of coconut tanning oil, she grinned showing off dazzling pearly whites, while the loin cloth covered boys from the local YMCA, were whipping the crowd of thousands into a frenzy. Drumming and pipe bands, along with the tweets of whistles filled the air, till suddenly, Simone’s cell phone vibrated in a very unusual place. “Ooo fuck.” Simone kept dancing as she whipped out her hello kitty cell phone and saw the message. “Ladies Night, Kristian’s and My place, he’s out of town. It’s our time to have some fun.  xoxo – Grey.” Keeping up the beat, and still gyrating, she texted back. “Be there soon, kitty…once I finish riding this big banana…” She whipped her finger across the cell phone, then continued to dance up a storm, as the parade reached its earth shattering climax, with the mass concert in the central park. <3>

AmeNoKumari: Ame who was at a stop light in her 1969 Dodge Charger Hemi, waiting to go to her home in the middle of the woods as she looked to her phone that had rung the ring tone of a lightsaber turning on as she looked straight on the road as the light turned green. She pushed her foot down on the gas pedal while her left foot pressed down on the clutch pedal as she shifts from neutral to first gear, lifting her foot from the clutch pedal as the car starts too move forward. Her left foot pressed down on the clutch pedal again to only shift to second gear. As she heads down the road a little ways to only pull over into an empty parking lot then her leaned forward as her car idled , grabbing her phone as she unlocked it and checked the unread message “Ladies Night, Kristian’s and My place, he’s out of town. It’s our time to have some fun.  xoxo – Grey.” She chuckled as she hit reply on her phone and started to text, “Sounds like a fantastic plan. I will be on my way! XOXOXOXOX ~Ame ” she pressed send, making the homescreen appear on her phone then locked it. She shifted the gears once again and pulled out of the parking lot and started to head to Kalypso’s home, smirking to herself that there was gonna be a Ladies Night at her house as she was in dire need to party and have some fun.

KalypsoGrey: It was already 9:45, it seemed like hours had passed since she sent the text messages out to the girls. “Why do I feel like I am missing something?” Her thoughts wandered as she ran her hands through her hair.”I knew it!” Kali scrambled from her place on the couch, ran up the stairs, jumped over the couch and leaped onto her bed while grabbing her iPod and dock. “Nothing says a party without a little music.” She giggled to herself and made her way back the way she came, waltzing down the stairs as if she was making a grand entrance. It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of the stairs did her iPhone start going off. *Cling* *Cling* 2 Text messages. “Be there soon, kitty…once I finish riding this big banana…” Oh dear lord, what was this woman up to this time, her eyes had to scan over it twice before she shrugged and slid over to the next message. “Sounds like a fantastic plan. I will be on my way! XOXOXOXOX ~Ame ” Kali couldn’t help but smile and reply back to the two. “Can’t wait to see you both <3 – Grey” }e{

CharlotteCarrendar:- The big banana float finally pulled over in its space at the park, as the revellers converged on the grass covered slopes that led to the grand stage, where none other than Ru Paul was introducing the first act in the line up. One of the loin cloth covered boys assisted Simone down from her perch on the massive float and she landed with a spray of long blue feathers smacking a policeman, almost having him vanish in behind her. “Oh..sorry officer.” She chuckled, grabbing her clutch purse off the truck driver under the bananas, and tried to make her way through the crush of rainbow covered party goers. Fireworks were being set off into the sky and it was a night of frivolity, fun and much sex. Simone finally reached her small Mitsubishi hatchback, and struggled to find her keys in her clutch, then opened the door, and attempted to get in behind the wheel, feathers, sequins and all. Considering the car was bright fushia, with the mix of blue interior lighting, it made a funny sight, as she sped off for Grey’s apartment, and the girly night in. She stopped at the local bottlo , and grabbed a box of champers, intending to get completely smashed, by the midnight hour. Finding a park, she managed to climb out of her diminutive car, and snatch up the box of bubbly, eagerly making her way towards the entrance, where she had to use her nose, to announce herself on the intercom. “GOT BUBBLES, WILL PARTY!” Simone cried, readjusting her hold of the box of plonk, and waiting for someone to let her in. <3>

LadyBelz: Seattle. The Emerald City. One would think nothing much happened in a place such as this. But they would assume wrong, of course. The locals highly enjoyed the annual Mardi Gras parade and the festivities following. But for one Pandora LaRue, she hated everything to do with Mardi Gras. Namely the drunk shitheads that frequented the bar where she was currently employed. /The Poisoned Tongue./ Honestly, who comes up with these stupid names for seedy dive bars? If she didn’t need the money so badly, she would have told the owner to go fuck himself in a hundred creative ways, the pervert. If she wasn’t constantly dodging his ass-grabby hands, she was having to practically pry off with a crowbar the hands of the drunk patrons, some married, some not, who thought her tits and ass were the greatest things since Wonderbread was invented…Okay, she wasn’t arguing that point, but it was the principal of “personal space” that pissed her off. And finally, her shift was over and the next poor waitress stepped into the line to get leered at and pawed over like a naked bimbo at Hooters on barbecue wings and beer night. Bidding the fuckers a well-deserved ‘good night’, she grabbed up her keys and leather jacket and escaped out the kitchen door to the back alley where she’d parked her bike: a mint condition 1998 MV Agusta F4CC. Sliding one leather-clad leg over the seat, she slipped her black leather jacket over her shoulders before inserting the key into the ignition. 174 kilowats of horsepower rumbled between her thighs like an experienced lover and she smirked with glee. Revving the engine, scaring a few stray cats from their meals in garbage cans, she roared out of the alley at top speed, hair flying in the wind left in her wake like black water, causing a few oncoming cars to skid out of the way. Horns honked and tires screeched as she headed into traffic. It made her laugh. Twenty minutes later, she was pulling up in front of her apartment building. Shaking her keys from hand to hand, she headed inside, stopping at the mailbox in the lobby to see if she had anything worth looking at. A couple of bills, the newest motorcycle magazine, a letter from her mother (which she promptly shredded and tossed in the incinerator) and one of those Publisher’s Clearing House “You may be a winner!” notices (which she also tossed out). As she headed for the stairs, Louis Finkleman, the pimply-faced comic book nerd in 1A poked his head out of his door and smiled when he saw her. She glared at him. At least once a day, he tried to get her to go out on a date with him, and once a day, she turned him down flat. She put up a hand to stop him from speaking. “Louis, I’ve had a long day at work. I’m dirty, sweaty, tired and hungry. I’m craving a shower, food and my own bed in that order. Leave me the hell alone.” And she turned on one booted heel and headed for the elevator. Pressing the button for the 7th floor, she leaned against the back wall of the elevator, eyes closed and hummed along to the music being piped in through the speakers over her head. It seemed like moments when she finally arrived to her floor. She stepped out of the elevator and made for her apartment, 7D.

AmeNoKumari: Ame would reach her place in about as soon as she got the text, she pulled her car into the visitor parking as she pulled into the one that was covered by most shade and she turned off the engine of her muscle car. She rolled up her wndows and locked the passanger side door then opened the driver side of the door, slipping out from her seat as her finger pressed down the lock and took her keys out of the engine turner. She placed her keys in her pocket as she shut the door and walked to the trunk to only open it and taken out a tarp that was black at the night to blend in. She pulled it over of her car and she walked to the front of the building, walking to the front of the building to only see Simone waiting to be buzzed in as she walked to her and waved in the process before speaking, “Hey Simone!” she giggled and stood next to her as Ame wore a belt like strap for a top, short shorts that nearly shown her round ass as she had three belt like garters on two on her left leg and one on her right as her boots were knee high. Her succubus tattoos could be seen as they were on both her arms, her chest and stomach while a large succubus was on her back.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Struggling with the large box of champers, Simone was enraptured to hear the sound of Ame’s voice coming up behind her, calling out her name; “Hey Simone!” Thank heavens, since Grey had not answered the intercom yet. “My nose can only do so much. I tried buzzing Kitten, but either she is on the loo, or crushing ice.” Seeing what Ame had on, Simone gave her the full once over. “Well you’re going to be easy to unwrap, Suga.” Noting the belt that was normally around her waist, was barely covering her nips. “You tease you.” The entrance door beeped and Simone spun around, in a flurry of feathers, and pushed the door in using her sizeable rump. Getting into the foyer was one thing, and thankfully, another reveller from the Parade had also come back at the same time, and was racing home to pick up his packet of condoms for a big date. He kindly entered the lift and held it open for the pair, and the lift shot up to the seventh floor, letting both out, where Simone happened to spy Pandora about to put her key in the lock of the apartment 7D. “Oi…bitch!” Simone teased, calling out her pet name for the leather clad beauty. “I ain’t going to be drinking this lot by myself. Kitten’s having a few over for a girl’s night in. You join us and I may well treat you to one of my sensual lap dances.” The door to Kitten’s apartment was open and Simone wiggled a brow, as she sauntered in, blue feather spray and all. The last words you hear from Simone was. “IF YOU MAKE ME SIT THROUGH A READING OF FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, I WILL FUCKING GUT YOU, KITTEN!” The sound of the box of champers being dropped on the dining table is heard, followed by an audible popping sound. <3>

LadyBelz: “Oi…bitch!” Simone teased, calling out her pet name for the leather clad beauty. “I ain’t going to be drinking this lot by myself. Kitten’s having a few over for a girl’s night in. You join us and I may well treat you to one of my sensual lap dances.” Pandora glanced up, keys hanging in the lock on her door. “Fuck you, too, Simone. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be around.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at Simone’s outfit. It reminded her of Sandra Bullock in “Miss Congeniality 2″, feathers and all. She watched Simone struggle through the door of 7C, shouting out to all and sundry; “IF YOU MAKE ME SIT THROUGH A READING OF FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, I WILL FUCKING GUT YOU, KITTEN!” followed what sounded like a box hitting the floor. Pandora couldn’t help but call out after her in agreement. “FIFTY SHADES OF GREY MY ASS! IF I SEE THAT BOOK WITHIN 5 FEET OF ME, I’M BURNING IT!” Pandora got her door open and headed inside, flicking on a lamp or two before heading into her bedroom. Girl’s Night required something special to wear, especially if they were going to be getting hammered and eating all kinds of food until they puked their brains out. She rubbed her hands with glee. Finally something to look forward to that didn’t involve drunk assholes getting into dick-waving contests about who’d try and get into her thong first.

AmeNoKumari: She would follow Simone as she smirked, hoping this night would be fun and entertaining as her hands brushed her hair back to cool off the now uncovered area of her shoulders before replying to what Simone had said to her about her clothing “Well if we plan on getting shit-faced tonight, might as well barely wear anything so it would be easier to get me naked or maybe even do a strip tease for the girls” She whispered softly into Simone’s ear to prevent the man from hearing who was near them in the lift. Once the lift had reached the 7th floor, she followed Simone, watching the blue feathery mess blur in her face as she looked back to see Pandora and waved before disappearing after Simone and started to take out the alcohol and set up glasses for drinks.

“Get your slimey hands off my secretary!” 

“Slimey? They are super clean.”

“Mary, why don’t you go and take an early lunch? Take all the time you’d like.”

Poor Mary, she looked like a possum hit by high beam and just as stupified. She agreed with Carmen, without so much as an argument, shuffling out the door, but looking back at Shane oddly, who was pouting like his feelings had been seriously hurt.

“Try Joe’s diner, their hot pockets are breath taking.” He said after her, till the door was closed and the devilish grin re appeared on Shane’s face.

“Let me guess…Nanna had a miraculous recovery, and answered the cellphone in her coffin at the funeral home.”He said with that golden voice of his. “No wait…you realized you left your ten inch dildo in your left drawer of your desk and couldn’t bare to leave without it. Lying…doesn’t suit you, Lou.” He started to chuckle as he walked towards her. Stopping just before Carmen, he licked his lips and said. “You are better looking in the flesh, then in your dreams. I personally loved the one, where you fucked back, moaning….loving the feel of my bite. Delicious, wasn’t it?” He said with a raspy voice.

Grinning, he then headed for the door. “I think I have wasted enough of your time, Lou. We shall reschedule, when your not so…busy.”

And with that, he walked out the door.

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Matt was bringing back a box of files, when he set it down on David’s desk. It was to do with the Brenner case, and David had a keen interest on some of the forensic reports that Amelia Reed had filed. Surprised by the sheer size of the file, Matt tipped the lid off the box and pulled out the first yellow file and flicked it open. “This is going to take weeks.” Matt said with a groan, sitting down in the chair opposite David. David didn’t seem to care, so long as he got what was owed to him. “Well clearly they missed something, or we wouldn’t be reopening the cold case.” Matt nodded casually and went back to reading, when Shane’s cellphone went off. He pulled it out and then read the text message. It was from Shane.

“Get a trace on Carmen, she’s vanished. Top dollar if you find her, D.O.A/”

David suddenly sat forward in his seat and then mumbled. “Matt…close the file, and shut up the box. Looks like we got a bigger case to work on.”

Matt wondered what David meant, and maybe the text had something to do with it. “Are you going to fill me in?” He asked, placing the yellow file back in the box and sealing it up again. David toyed with his cigarette packet and grinned slightly. “We have to hunt down a woman.” Matt was intrigued by this, and he leaned forward. “Who?” David stood up and adjusted his coat. “Can’t tell you here. We are going round to the Boss, and he can explain.”

Both men then headed out of the police station, and to the carpark.

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Galtem turned his head around to face Jennifer when she began to speak. One of the things he changed about himself, is that, whenever he is having a serious talk, he doesn’t turn his head around, he faces the person, and tries to look into their eyes, or just looks at their lips, or any other thing on their faces. Its not easy for him to deal with people, and this all feelings thing. The way she said it about him always leaving when things get hard, just made him bite down on his lower lip and gulp harder. That was the truth, and he had to swallow it. Plus if he had stayed, if he had never left, maybe at this moment they would still be together or be something more. Who knew? But at least he would spend more time with her, that was for sure, now he wants her back, and he’s stuck on the situation that her heart is basically half to one and the other half ot the other one, and she needs to decide who she will be with.
Now he was stuck if he should leave or not, because she had told him to not leave, she doesn’t want him to leave, but she also doesn’t know what she wants. She’s in a very fucked up situation, but she isn’t the only one suffering. The conversation seemed to get abit more interesting whenever she turned her whole body to face him, and started to say the kiss did mattered, even tho she wanted to believe it didn’t, but after that, she was totally going say something important, but didn’t finished and that bother him, pretty much.
“What no-”
She was already on her way out, and he wanted her to finish her words. He quickly got out of the car, and walked over her door, he basically made her stay inside the car, and made her lean all the way back, like she was going to lay down, however, he placed his plam on her back, so she wouldn’t hurt herself with the gearbox. He placed his other hand on the wheel, to have some support of his own body, and done his best to lean his own body extremly closer to hers, they was even touching, but no pressure was being made, at the moment.
“Finish your words..”
He mumbled, and stared into her eyes, before look down at her lips, and back up to her eyes, his lower lip was poking hers.

Jennifer was very much taken by surprise when he sped over to her side of the car and stopped her from getting out. So much so that she couldn’t say anything for a moment. He was leaning her back with his hand keeping her from lying down all the way. She was very aware of how quick her breathing had become as soon as he had done that. One arm kept her supported on the chair and the other simply rested beside her. She didn’t dare move because their faces were even closer together before. His body was against hers now and every nerve in her body was screaming at her to do something about it. “Galtem don’t,” she whispered, but he was staring so intensely into her eyes and his lips just barely brushed against hers. Jennifer closed her eyes and swallowed, terrified of what she would do. She had not finished her sentence for a reason. This was much more than she ever wanted him to know. Telling Galtem how she felt would be giving him power. A power she only wanted William to have over her. Her eyes were now open, but she didn’t meet his gaze. “I really do… still love you,” she spoke quietly and finally looked up into his eyes again. “How could I ever stop?” It was almost instinctual that her right hand would come up to the side of his face. Their lips were already touching and it didn’t take much. She leaned up a little to press her lips to his. This kiss was much different from the one in the ladies room at his bar. It was not as fierce, but had just as much passion. It was almost sad. She knew she loved Galtem and now he did as well, but she did not want to love him. She did not want to have the urge to kiss him whenever she saw him. After a moment she broke away, but was forced to say in the same position since he was leaning over her still. “Are you happy now? I can’t help but love you and I’m tortured every single day because of it. If we were meant to be, you wouldn’t have left and we’d be together. What’s done is done. We can’t change that.” She didn’t know if she meant what she was saying. If she and William were meant to be does that mean he wouldn’t have left her? Or would that never have happened if Galtem hadn’t showed up? What she wanted was to get William back, but how could she do that if she couldn’t keep her hands off Galtem every time she saw him? She didn’t dare meet his eye and simply waited to see if he would move now.

Mary had been in absolute shock when she met Carmen for dinner, Shane’s gift giving Carmen a look of such beauty and sexiness, men that wouldn’t give her the time of day stopped to try and catch her attention. It was heady stuff to the brunette, but she only had eyes for one man.

Over dinner, Carmen told Mary parts of what had occured over the last few days, spinning the story the Police Commissioner had given to the press. She left out the events at the cabin, stating only she had hidden away to mourn Louisa’s death in private. She explained how Shane had tracked her down to make sure she was all right, shocking the woman when Carmen told her they were actually VERY good friends. Mary thought the whole thing kind of romantic.

Carmen hated lying to Mary, but it was a necessary evil.

And now, they were at the police department, checking out Carmen’s new office. Carmen was nervous about walking into that place again, but the few officers she came across during that time of night were quick to assure her they were on her side. She had earned their respect, something she’d been trying to achieve since she moved to town.

She would have to remember to thank Shane for that next time she saw him.

Mary took her to their floor in the building and lead her to an area that Carmen had never been in before. The reception area was as big as Mary said it was and Carmen was impressed.

“Welcome to your new office.” Mary smiled, throwing open the doors. Carmen stepped inside and her eyes went wide.

“I’ve already had all your files and books moved up here so you won’t lose anything when you return.” Mary smiled, watching as Carmen walked around to admire everything. She left her to it and closed the door behind her. With a delighted laugh, Carmen sat in the chair behind the desk and spun around in it a few times. Leaning back with a smile, she laced her fingers behind her head and grinned.

“Oh yes…” she smirked to herself. “Things are going to get so much better.”

Galtem knew he shouldn’t be so closer to her, it was dangerous, dangerous for his feelings and urges. Having her this closer to him, only made him want more of her touch, hell, his body was already pressed against hers. His lower lip was just joking hers, like he was extremely tempted to kiss her. His eyes never left hers, even tho she stopped looking at him for few seconds.
We couldn’t really blame a guy who wanted to know the “truth”, her words seemed importante, he needed to know, so badly, but would her answer be something he wanted to hear? Screw it, he was going forward it. As soon as she spoke, he just frooze, she said she loved him and never had stopped having that strong feeling towards him. But why was he so shocked? Wasn’t it obvious? They was basically going to make out in the bathroom last night, she didn’t stopped him from doing such thing, just like in her house. He could kiss her if he wanted to, hell, he wanted, but he needed to control himself.
However this time, he didn’t had to go after her lips, she was the one who first kissed him. Feeling the touch of her cold hand against his cheek, gave him some goosebumps, then his lips was finally against hers. This kiss was different from the other one, it wasn’t so rough, it was more calm, but still full of passion. He found himself enjoying it, a lot, it was weird having something so calm happen for somebody like him, but he loved it. The only thing he hated about this, is that, it didn’t lasted as long as he wanted to, and he hated that. Her next words made him feel like he was forcing her to kiss him, like she had no self will, that bothered him. He didn’t moved at first, he just stared down at her, with some gaze into her eyes, like he was telling her his true honest and real feelings. After few seconds, he finally backed away, but didn’t let go of her, he helped her getting out of the car, and closed the door once she was out.
He didn’t said anything anymore, he just began to walk away from her, like he was upset or something, but it didn’t lasted that long til he turned his head around, and gave her some smile with a wink along, and moved his head in a way like he was calling her to come into the police station, so they could finish this quickly.
Was he upset? That is a question with no answer, yet.

When Galtem said nothing to what had just happened, she began to get a little nervous and just sort of looked around for a second as he watched her. After a moment he moved to get up and she let out a small sigh of relief. As he got out of the car he took her with him and easily pulled her out of the car after him. Without a word he walked away and she assumed what she had said had upset him. Well the words had to have been said. There was no happy ending for Jennifer and Galtem. The sooner he came to accept it the better. But then he turned around and did that Galtem smirk that drove her insane and nodded his head for her to follow. She took a deep breath, trying not to let his appearance get to her too much, and pulled all her hair to once side to make sure it was not messed up. Walking into the police station looking somewhat disheveled with Galtem would not look very good for her. Standing up straight and taking a moment to collect herself, she followed him in.

She walked in and went straight to the front counter. A man held up a finger to her telling her to wait. She didn’t look over at Galtem, but leaned on the counter, resting her face on the palm of her hand with an expression that made it clear that she did not want to be here. It would be so much easier if she could blame this whole situation on someone else. Galtem had even tried to take the blame for her. Something he tried to do for her sake, but it rarely worked. Galtem may be at as much fault as she was in the situation, but Galtem was not the one dating someone else. That was all on her.

Finally the man came back and she explained what she was here for. He raised his eyebrows and glanced over at Galtem, but said nothing, giving her what she needed to right on. Jennifer took a moment before she began to write. The lieutenant had said she didn’t need to be too detailed in her statement. At least that’s what it had seemed he had been hinting, so she decided to leave out the part where their tongues were down each other’s throats and made it sound like they had merely been catching up. Though anyone looking at it other than to simply glance could probably figure out what had really gone down. It ended with where Amelia had walked in and she had walked out, leaving Galtem with a kiss. But you know, without the kiss part. “Am I done here?” she asked, not bothering to be her usually polite self. He didn’t seem to mind because he dismissed her and she simply turned to Galtem with raised eyebrows, asking if he was ready to go. Without waiting for an answer, she left the building, wanting to get out of there as soon as she could.
She got in her car and waited for him to get in as well. When he did she started the car. “I left my stuff at the club last night and have to go get it. Mind if we go get it?” she asked. Just saying the word ‘club’ made her feel incredibly guilty. She knew it was a bad idea to go at the moment, though. When Galtem had left both times she’d made a habit of drinking way too much and acting like someone she was not. Going to the bar right now would most likely bring that out of her, but between her heartbreak and her guilt, she was not much thinking about what was a good or bad idea. Only what sounded good to her at the moment.

Carmen’s Office

Carmen was locked in her office, not working on her usual things, but using her power and status to dig up whatever she could on this “Victor”, if that was even his true name. If he was as old as Shane implied, then he probably changed his name several times over the centuries. She had started digging through files of unsolved murders in Derry over the past 70 years or so and came up with about 10 that could fit the bill.

She got on the phone and started to call around to see if anyone official or unofficial knew anything about the murders.

The only common denominators were the fact that all the victims were drained of their blood and that there were no fingerprints left at the crime scenes. No broken locks on doors or windows and nothing was stolen.

If she had to lay a bet that “Victor” was in the area and had been for years, she would have won the jackpot.

She sat back in her chair, crossing her legs and stared out the window. The moon was full this night and she stared up at it’s beauty with a sigh.

“Something wicked this way comes.” she murmured to herself.

“Something wicked this way comes.”

And right on cue, Shane opened her office door. Talk about timing. He had a huge smile on his face, and spotted Carmen sitting by her window, in her chair, looking up at the pale full moon. He didn’t knock, but tread lightly across the floor, then out from behind his back he produced a large spray of red roses, with a fragrance that would fill the very room with its subtle sweetness.

“Now, who would be burning the midnight oil then, and not like some company?’ He mused, setting down the roses on the desk, and then sneaking up behind her as she was deep in thought.

“I say, let me call for some Chinese, and then we can go at it like bunnies on your desk. Christen it.” Shane beamed, full of his usual bravado. It would appear he had some of his old spark back, though the question was why?

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The smell of roses hit her first and surprised that she hadn’t heard anyone come into the room, she turned in her chair, claws extended and ready to tear flesh from bone. When she saw it was her lover and mate, she sat back in her chair with a sigh, her claws morphing back into a normal hand.

“Shane, if I had a heart, you would have given me a heart attack with that stunt. Not that I’m not pleased to see you, because I am very pleased to see you. So what’s the occassion?” she smiled, brushing her hand across the roses and spreading their pleasing scent around the room.

“I say, let me call for some Chinese, and then we can go at it like bunnies on your desk. Christen it.” he grinned at her, the spark that had been absent from his eyes these past few weeks, shining brightly before her. She grinned at him.

“Chinese food and hot sex…you trying to butter me up for something?” she smirked, sitting forward in her chair. As he was leaning over her desk, this had the distinct advantage of giving him a clear view of her cleavage…and the pink lace bra that was barely visible beneath her shirt.

Shane spied the claws being extended on Carmen’s fingers, and knew that she probably got on the defensive with his sudden intrusion into her office without being announced. He of course breathed a sigh of relief when she retracted them. Not that he didn’t mind a little bit of scratch and tumble, just he was wearing one of his best silk shirts, and hated to see it get shredded so quickly. He sat on the edge of her desk, swinging his feet back and forth like a little boy at the candy store, oogling her sweet lace pink bra that was just revealing itself out from her shirt. His mouth practically watered and he had to wonder if she had the matching briefs. He went as far to lean over to see if she would do a Sharon Stone and give him a flash.

“Chinese food and hot sex…you trying to butter me up for something?”

“Honey, with my saliva…I don’t need butter. Mhmmm mmm” He joked, though he had a hint of seriousness in what he said. Oh Shane was back, that was obvious.

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“Oh my god, that was so cheesey, lover.” she grinned, getting to her feet. She went around the desk and inserted her body between his swinging legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But I am so happy to see you.” she smiled, leaning in for a kiss. It did her soul good to see her mate with that spark in his eyes once again. She drew back from him. “I seem to recall…someone has a birthday in a few days. What did you want to do? I’m up for anything you want.” she grinned, knowing she’d just given him carte blanche to do anything he wanted.

“Oh my god, that was so cheesey, lover.”

Shane looked at Carmen, his jaw dropping as though mortally wounded by the suggestion he was cheesy. Course, it was a pretty slick line, kinda like the ones used at the bar, to moisten the lips of some floosy. Shane could have come up with a better line, and he had started to think of one, when Carmen rose from her chair and made a beeline to place herself between his legs. He couldn’t help but think of that as a win in itself, and enjoyed her wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I seem to recall…someone has a birthday in a few days. What did you want to do? I’m up for anything you want.”

“Anything?” Shane said with a roguish smile. “Oh now you are just making it hard for me to chose. I…would like you…in a red bow. On a bed….yes, I think that would be good for starters.”

Course, she was going to want something a little more serious to go with, and he really had to think about what he would like most of all. “Dinner, just the two of us. Say, some swanky restaurant in town…followed by…” he then whispered in her ear, of how they could go hunt something on two legs, to dine on together. His eyes glowered red just at the thought of it.

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“Mmm. I think I can accomodate that wish.” she grinned, leaning in to nibble on his jaw. But then he came up with an even better suggestion and she purred with delight.

“Dinner, just the two of us. Say, some swanky restaurant in town…followed by…” And he whispered his desires into her ear, how they could go on a hunt together, making her growl with need.

“Oh I love how you think, sexy.” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. With barely a thought, she locked the door to her office as she stepped from his arms. In a repeat of a previous encounter, she took off her suit jacket and tossed it across a chair. She didn’t do the dance this time around, as his eyes were pinned to her like a heat-seeking missle. Her hands deftly unbuttoned her top, revealing the pink lace bra in all it’s glory and she could have sworn she heard him growl. Smirking, she reached back to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to her feet where she kicked it away.

She stood, nearly naked before her man in nothing but a bit of pink lace, her heeled shoes and a smile.

Shane could hardly believe his luck, when he mentioned that they may well go hunting for a meal together. He knew how turned on that would make her, after all, some of their best moments were whilst dining on a blood doll. He did mention something about a red bow, but when Carmen locked the door, and then started to do a little strip tease, that revealed that naughty pink number; lacey bra and panties, Shane’s lips curled upward into a smile that showed off his elongated fangs, that always descended when he was on the prowl. Carmen was quite a woman. Brilliant, sexy and above all his. She stood there, like one of those Victoria secret models and he half thought she would have wings appear out of her back. By the light of the pale moon, Shane turned off the main light, and then stalked her as she stood with such an elegant pose. Reaching her, he gazed down at her lace covered mounds, and then his hands reached for both, cupping them as he then focused his gaze into her eyes.

“Fuck…you’re beautiful.” Not exactly romantic words, but the way he said it with a gravely voice, husky with want, she would know exactly what he was thinking. Shane bent his head down and started to kiss her bare shoulder, raking his fangs across her skin.

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He stalked toward her, practically towering over her, his power a tangible thing within the confines of the office they were locked in. It made her feel desired. His hands reached out, cupping her breasts through her bra and she inhaled deeply, his scent surrounding her in a haze of lust.

“Fuck…you’re beautiful.” he groaned in a deep voice. For him, that was a term of endearment, one she was all too familiar with and it gave her a thrill every time he said it.

“All for you, baby.” she moaned as he bent down to kiss her bare shoulder, his fangs racking across her skin and making her shiver.

She groaned at the feelings this caused to snake through her body and as he nibbled across her soft skin, her hands were not idle as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Once they were open, she ran her hands along his exposed skin. As he was occupied with her neck and shoulders, she leaned in and paid homage to his own neck, tasting his skin and inhaling his scent.

It was always this way for the two of them. Some would think they had one of the most unconventional relationships ever known…but for the two of them, it worked.

She shoved his shirt from his body and went to work on removing his belt from his pants, tossing it across the room a moment later as she whipped it from the loops. With practiced ease, she had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and her hand was diving for his silken hardness she could feel straining against her leg.

“Oh yes…this is all mine.” she moaned as she stroked him to full hardness in her hands.

In the iridescent glow of the moonlight, and their own auras, the pair were once again intoxicated by the other’s scent and flesh. To some this may seem candid and even dirty, the way he spoke to her, and handled her so roughly. But truth be told, this was their own mating dance. He may have offered cheesy lines on entry, but now he was not pulling punches. His snake like tongue slithered across her supple flesh, tasting that salty flavor that hid beneath it her life giving blood. Always causing his arousal, which she captured with skilled hands, once she removed his pants and shirt. Carmen was keen to get him in a state of undress, and he let her; while he enjoyed teasing her, slipping off one bra strap at a time, then reaching around to unhook her bra, and pulling it off with a gentleness. He was holding back of course. Why rush unwrapping such a beautiful gift?

As she worked his stiffness with her slender digits, he ran both his hands down to the base of her back, then brought his face down between her breasts, before his lips kissed their way to her right mound, and he murmured as he started to tease and lick at her pink nub.

“Mhmmm…only you know how to work a man this hard, baby.” He rolled his hips forward to encourage her, spur her on, as he growled upon the taut flesh of her bosom. “Forget Chinese…I’m eating you.” That said he hungrily went up a notch and took to her with a renewed vigor, sucking at her breast, teeth about to penetrate, as the lust turned his eyes a brilliant shade of red.

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“Mhmmm…only you know how to work a man this hard, baby.” he groaned, rolling his hips beneath her hand.

“Shane.” she mewled like the hungry predator she was, her own eyes glazed with lust for her mate.

“Forget Chinese…I’m eating you.” he groaned as he pulled her breast deeper into her mouth. She felt the tips of his fangs pressed against her skin and she tossed her head back with delight, her own fangs shining in the moonlight.

“Yes!” she hissed, her voice echoing with the power of the lustful vampire goddess within her. Her hands released his hardness to press his head against her body, encouraging him with her actions to take what she offered, with her blessing. Her body was his temple and she wanted him to worship it in any way he desired. The thin slip of lace covering her womanly folds was damp with her essence, she was turned on so much by this man.

It always amazed her how hot he made her. She enjoyed his attentions, his lust, his needs for her body, her soul. Not caring if anyone heard her, she cried out her desire as his fangs finally pierced her flesh. Her whole body writhed within his arms as he drank from her, the ache between her legs becoming nearly unbearable.

She felt as if she could orgasm from his feeding from her alone.

“Oh fuck me!” she moaned as her body gave up the fight. She creamed, soaking her panties in her juices as he took her blood from her breast. She had never been more turned on, more horny in her life…and in death. “Oh fuck, Shane! Mmm!” she cried out once again as a second wave of passion flared through her.

It had never been like this before, never this powerful or this quick. This was something new between them and it was heady.

Her voice was rich and throaty. So full of lust and want that Shane himself unable to hold back, the Vampire within him charging to the fore. Already he could feel the slickness of her inner folds, that had dampened her lacy briefs to the point they were saturated. This only made it easier for him, to slide his engorged shaft between them, glistening the head that was soon to penetrate her, just like his fangs had pierced her milky breast. Shane growled loudly, though she could hear the sucking of her blood that oozed out of the puncture marks now inflicted into her rounded flesh. Almost animal like, his claws gripped her back, so she could dare not escape, but by the sounds of things, Carmen had no plans too. Her body reacted like never before, as she came with force, and cried out for more as she was ready to ride the second wave of their feasting fuck. He pulled back his head, and you could see the stain of her blood as it ran down his chin. His teeth painted crimson as he stared at her with renewed lust. His claw reached down and tore free the pink lace panties, which simply dropped to the floor, and before Carmen could blink, he turned her round, so her hands would be splayed on the desk, right near the red roses as Shane would move in behind her, using one hand to grab her by her left breast.

His free hand slapped her buttock cheek hard, before he aggressively pushed his head between her ass cheeks, and started to rub himself with the lacquer of her own sex upon him. Grunting loudly, he couldn’t hold back, and hunched over her, as he pushed himself within her soaking jewel. Shane started to rut her hard, all the while trying to bite onto the back of her neck, in a frenzied display of ownership.

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Hard to believe that wasn’t but a few short moments ago.

He pressed in behind her, grabbing her left breast as he smacked her hard on her ass. She yelped in shock, a fierce wave of lust over his actions nearly buckling her knees. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her, rubbing her and making her moan with renewed lust. He grunted and pushed himself hard into her waiting wetness, her body sucking greedily at his hardness.

She cried out and jerked back against him as he pounded her hard and fast. It was what she wanted, what she needed and she didn’t hold back her cries of ecstasy as she felt his fangs sink into the back of her neck.

She belonged to him, and he to her. Her body was his to use as he saw fit, her submissiveness was his nectar and she submitted to him totally and completely in that very moment.

Her body was one massive wave of need as he rolled within her. She brought her leg up, resting her knee on the desk and made a squeak as this pressed him so deep within her womanly folds that she felt as if he were drilling into her brain.

“Yes!” she cried out as her third orgasm in less than 15 minutes rolled through her body.

One thing, that turned Shane on above all other things, was hearing and feeling his woman reach her orgasms. In a sense it showed to him that he was more than capable as her lover, to give her the feeling of belonging. She took his rough actions well, and rode beneath him, even bringing her leg up so she could feel him so deep within her, that she would be screaming his name on her third orgasm. But if you think he was going to just stop there, she was sorely mistaken. Cradling her, he pulled out and then turned her over onto her back. The rose petals now scattering beneath her in a vision that words could not describe. She was simply beautiful, captivating and worthy of further attentions. Though he had yet to experience the full climax, he wanted to make her cum again, and once and for all cement his place as her dominant lover.

Parting her legs, as she would lay panting on the desk, he slowed everything right down. Grinning, he moved to run his fangs over her swollen clit, as his tongue flitted in and out, snaking inside and tasting her sex. This had him close his eyes, and concentrate on her delicious taste. Bringing his arms up either side, he locked them around her thighs, and began to tongue fuck her slowly, every few breaths he would growl into her, his voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Shane’s tongue muscle worked harder and harder as he felt her inner walls close around his tongue. He swallowed her nectar, much like a man dying of thirst.

Shane was doing all this for her….the true love of his life.

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She was about to demand he finish the job when he did something she least expected. He parted her legs and his head disappeared from her line of sight. Her head fell back to the desk with a thunk when she felt his teeth run over her swollen clit and she cried out when his tongue entered her body, snaking in deep to feast upon her nectar.

His arms went around her thighs, locking her in place so she couldn’t move, couldn’t get away from his ministrations as he worked his tongue in and out of her body. He growled against her skin, sending shockwaves through her. Her head rolled from side to side, her back arched and pressing him deeper. She clenched around his slippery tongue, not knowing if she wanted to move away from his mouth or press herself closer.

“Ahh!!” she shouted as another orgasm rolled over her, making her whole body almost levitate from the desk and leaving her shaky and weak like a newborn kitten. He was dominating her in a way he’d never had before and she had never felt more claimed then she did in that moment.

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Carmen cried out as the fourth and final orgasmic wave hit her, and as it did, he locked on, and sucked hard, his lips pressed hard up to her jewel. He made sure he got ever last drop of her as she was left shaking and weak upon the desk. Slowly he released his hold on her, and withdrew back, with his chin and lips glistening in her sex. Seeing her like this, laying on the desk totally spent, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“You’re going to remember this, every time you pull up that chair.”

It was almost comical, and then Shane winked, as he got his clothes and started to dress himself. He had a sense of accomplishment, that was worth more to him, than an orgasm. He then sat down in her office chair, and reached for the phone, dialing the number of his favorite Chinese restaurant.

“Wan? Shane Williamson. Yes…can I order numbers 15 and 37…oh and a number 9. Yes, and if you could have it delivered to the Police station, Carmen’s office. Thanks.” He then hung up and then turned the chair to look out at the beautiful full moon. It was a night to remember.

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“You’re dead. I got the letter. You can’t be alive. No…Wait…does that mean, I’m dead? I SHOULD NEVER HAVE DRUNK THE TEA!”

-Shadow shook his head as he said to her in a tone she would remember when they would talk in private.- “I am dead Charlotte. You however are only visiting me, I have been watching you since I passed.” -he stepped towards her again getting only a step away within arms length from her as he moved his hand forward towards her face. Shadow’s hand would attempt to touch her cheek to caress it as he did before when she was sad. He tell her heart might be filled with sadness of his death. He closed his eyes as he said.- “Charlotte I am sorry I could not have been there when you needed me. I took necessary steps that were needed, I thought I would have time to say goodbye before it happened. Instead I only sped up my death. I have only one regret for the things I have done. That is that I was not able to able to see you and my daughter one last time.” -he looked into her eyes as smile only to show his emotions to someone who knew him better than most. He saw that she was in fact wearing his pendant he left for her as he placed his finger on it the pendant.- “You have faced greater loss than anyone I have ever known Charlotte. Even so I know you have limited time here with me. I will answer any questions you have within the two hours. I wish we would have had more time.” -Shadow was happy to see her but in the end he was dead. He had a rest that most men would have wanted over five hundred billion years ago. He was old yet he was happy to see his best friend.-

-mean while Arren listened to the woman praying to him as he heard the words he would never thought to hear.-

“MiLord, I am facing two Knights of Salvation and they are planning on doing something with a little girl named Sarah Daybreaker. I want to save her but the only way I could do such thing is to defeat these two. My mind is clear and open for you to help me with this event. I am in debt for such help since I have never prayed to you before in my existence,”

-Arren’s eyes shot open as he thought. “Sarah Daybreaker this is something that I can’t ignore” -his spirit would lift from his body becoming one with Gabriel as he spoke.- “You must keep her alive at all cost…” -when he became one with Gabriel his spirit would detect something as this girl was of his creation she was a Volfen of the Sound Clan as he said.- “You must listen to me. You are a Volfen of the Sound clan, you are of my creation you need to focus. I will guide however you will need to use sound through your sword. You are one of the last of your kind.” -he started to gather sound through her being assisting her to use sound.-

-Coraline was some how throw in Relic’s direction the small little girl would land on her feet just nicely as she looked to Relic as she questioned.- “Well what should we do?” -she did notice this would be hand full for both of them. This woman’s speed was incredible something that they normally don’t see everyday. Relic chuckled as he said.- “Go on Coraline have some fun with her. She seems a little on the slower side for me.” -Coraline gave a insane giggle only to reach into her dress pocket digging for something as she pulled out a small pill. She placed the pill between lips pulling it into her mouth with her tongue you could hear her bit down on the pill as it cracked. Nothing had seemed to change about her eating the pill as she giggled even more. Coraline spoke to the woman as she said to her.- “Well if you want to go fast I don’t mind. It always makes it fun to move faster.” -she gave a devilish smile as she moved forward at a blazing accelerated speed that even would seem to match Gabriel’s own. Coraline cocked back her blade as she swung it widely attempting to come across to the Priestesses right side in an attempt to cut her in half.-

“You must listen to me. You are a Volfen of the Sound clan, you are of my creation you need to focus. I will guide however you will need to use sound through your sword. You are one of the last of your kind.”

“What is a Volfen? How am I your creation? Why am I one of the last of my kind? I have so many questions that concern to myself and where I came from but that will come later, I suppose. And I will do my best to listen to your guidence, MiLord,” she thought then turned her gaze to the duo, her eyes seemed to pierce their souls through both of their eyes.

As soon as Arren began to gather sound within her being, she gripped her sword tighter for she was unaware how much potential she has and has not discovered. Gabriel tilted her head as she used her hearing to listen to the short conversation between Coraline and Relic and she did not like how Relic said she was slow. It enraged her but she kept her calm stature like she was taught as a child prodigy and kept her chi in balance. She drew a breath into her lungs, savoring the scent of the air though it had a musty scent and exhaled silently. She moved her gaze over to the little girl who gave an insane giggle which was at a frequency that was a bit high for her. Her eyes followed Coraline’s hand, watching her rumage around in her pocket for something though Gabriel did not know what it was. She watched her place a pill of some sort between her lips and witness her grab it with her tongue. ~Crunch~ Gabriel heard Coraline bite down on the pill, listening to her chew on the now broken pill. She stepped back a foot or two to only swing her sword in a downward diagnol direction as a visible soundwave was rapidly shot from her Wakizashi since the wave was aiming for Coraline.

“I needed you, Shadow. More than I even realized. Look what I have become.”

-Shadow took his hand from her cheek as it grasped her shoulder firmly only to have him smile as he said.- “You Charlotte have turned into a fine woman and mother. However remember the words I told you the last time we spoke.” -he took his hand from her shoulder as he smiled only to place his finger on her chest directly over her heart. His eyes would gaze into her eyes deeply as if he was seeing straight through her.- “I will never leave you. I will always been in your heart when you need me in your darkest hours of life. Whether I am dead or living.”

-He was speaking nothing but the truth as he could feel his finger slightly touching the pendant he left for her in his will. He could only smile at her next words for a the brief moment as he heard them loud and clear from her.-

“Does your daughter have any idea how much you loved her? She is with my children right this minute, and there is someone after her, and I don’t know who.”

-Shadow’s facial expression went from the large smile he had to serious at the question to him as he sighed. He knew who she talked about and knew it was time to give Charlotte the full truth of who Anya and Sarah really were. They were much like his children but so much more they were apart of him. He too a deep breath as he looked into Charlotte’s eyes as he spoke.- “You speak of Anya I do love her with all my heart, She knows this better than anyone. However She is not entirely my child, She was not born through a woman. I created her and her sister from the essence of my own being. Long ago when I was but a boy, I was told that my heart was a gate way to the layers of Limbo where all evil is expelled.” -Shadow’s eyes did not waver from her as he was keeping his serious expression as his hand left Charlotte’s body while he continued.- “After being told such a thing, in case anything would ever happen to me, I created two keys that could keep that gateway from being used. Those keys were my weapons that were created from my very being, Anya and Sarah are in my eyes my daughters by they are not my blood daughter’s. Emiko is the daughter I spoke about Charlotte. However the person you speak about that is after Anya. Is the one who killed me.” -he knew this would a lot to take in yet he knew this was needing to be said to her. He heard words from Charlotte’s lips that one would make him think of what he had doen for her and family.-

“Help me, help her please?”

-He felt her hand touch his face as he closed his eyes as he looked at the pendant she wore as he smiled yet again as he placed his hand on her chest as he got closer to her feling her heart beat.- “Charlotte, I have helped you. I fore saw things that would happen and things that could happen. I saw my fate as I saw what would have happened if I stayed to fight this person. I could not bear to see my friends, my family, and your future be destroyed. I gave parts of my very soul to push the hand of a God. So that you and my Legacy may live on. I gave away selflessly to provide a hope for everyone. Charlotte I lived a long life it’s time that you live yours out just as I did but on a different path. I knew that if I did what I did to help prepare you and everyone for the fight ahead that it would mean my own death. I accepted this with honor as a Goryan.” -Shadow smiled as he felt the beat of her heart as he could only chuckled as he closed his eyes.- “You have the Heart and will of my family.” -he slowly leaned his head forward as he attempted to peck her on the cheek as he would bring himself back as he waited for anymore questions he could bring forth to her.-

-Arren heard the young female Volfen’s strong words and even her questions as he could only get frustrated as he listened.-

“It will be my honour to protect her with all of my strength and will, MiLord,”

“What is a Volfen? How am I your creation? Why am I one of the last of my kind? I have so many questions that concern to myself and where I came from but that will come later, I suppose. And I will do my best to listen to your guidance, MiLord,”

-Arren could tell she had many questions about her own race as he growled for where she could hear it within her mind. As he said.- “In due time young Wolf. Now you must be careful you are facing someone using enhancement pills. IT seems she uses them to allow her body to rapidly grow in the muscle and speed part of her being. Use sound to it’s full capability now become with nature become one with your strikes.”

-Coraline smiled and giggled insanely as Gabriel swung in diagonal strike as She blocked with her giant sword only to try and disable to the magic she was using as she held her ground giggling looking into the priestess’s eyes as she spoke in such a polite tone.- “You know my sword disables magic. Your sound magic wont touch me.” -she attempted to use her now gained strength and push her giant blade on top of her giggling in all respects only to try and keep her from moving any further. That sound wave that was directed towards Coraline was immediately disrupted by the big blade in hopes that she could not use sound. This was hopefully possible that the sound wave did not touch her. -

-Arren smirked as he chuckled only to tell Gabriel in her mind.- “Let loose the sound barrage”

Charlotte coughed up a laugh, when Shadow said what a woman and mother she had become, turning her head away so he couldn’t see her cry. She opened her mouth and held her head back, as she tried to compose herself, cause this was really too much to believe, till he placed his hands on her shoulders, and she felt the force of his touch….so real. Her head snapped back around, but her chest was rising and falling fast, and her hands were now lowered and balled into fists. Nails digging into her palms so she could feel…..make this real.

Saying that he was in her heart, and watched over her and the children. It was not what she expected, not at all. Those lonely nights in the caverns in the tunnels of Emerald Mountains, laying against the wall and wondering if they would ever get out of it alive, or even finish what they had started. He was there. The pendent around her neck, was partly a link between the two worlds, from Shadow to Charlotte. Only now did she realize its significance.

Charlotte reached up to wipe her nose with the back of her hand, not ladylike, but she was a mess, emotionally. Thoughts turned to his children, or at least what she thought were his children. Turns out…she was wrong.

“You speak of Anya I do love her with all my heart, She knows this better than anyone. However She is not entirely my child, She was not born through a woman. I created her and her sister from the essence of my own being. Long ago when I was but a boy, I was told that my heart was a gate way to the layers of Limbo where all evil is expelled.” 

The spider demoness fell back. Wait, she always thought Anya was his flesh and blood, but hearing this had her recoil in shock. “She is with my children, and has that key you speak of…its what the bad people are after.” Charlotte’s face turned to one of shock and then she looked back up at Shadow and said. “My children are in real danger if that key is what you say it is. And if this man had the power to kill you, how on earth are my babies going to stand up to someone like that?” Her green eyes widened in shock, as her maternal instinct kicked in. Shadow was still talking, but it was like she couldn’t hear him as she tried to get a telekinetic link with her children, whispering in her mind in rhefugi, trying to hear something back, as she walked in a small circle with her fists up to her temple. But it was no use. From the afterlife, her children could never hear her. Slowly she dropped her hands to her sides, and looked back Shadow, her face darkening.

Shadow placed his hand on her heart, which was now beating rapidly. He spoke of his sacrifice to push forward the legacy for both himself, and his, as well as Charlotte. Though she was having trouble understanding any of this.

“You have the Heart and will of my family.” He said, pecking her cheek. Being so affectionate and accepting of his fate long before this time. She felt his heart, his love and this was cherished. But she was sent back for a reason, besides this heart warming reunion.. Only with his answers, could she hope to change what is destined to occur.

“But how do I find my own path…when I must fight to protect my children from this man, and not just mine…Anya and her sister?” She looked away a moment, then back up at Shadow. “Or…was this planned all along?”

Imay asked..
” So Jalal tell me aside from me have you ever heard of the Goryas before, maybe my father Kilik or my brother Shadow, The Gorya as many know him? “ 

Jalal replied ” The Dragons I knew were named Siksta Svant Ith and Thurkear Welun Jaxo. I had never met them though as a child my father spoke to them and I did see them from a distance. They were revered. It was they who warned my father of the doom and allowed us to close the rift and spare the rest of the world. Though Atlantis itself was lost and my father perished in the fight along with many other brave warriors they completed the final design which closed the great rift. It opened nearly three continents wide as a result of the power we had been able to draw. The power we learned to control was vast with technique and design, the dragons always called us the little scientists. Then later the proud warriors when they made us what the darkness feared. Though I have never heard of the Goryan’s I was quite young. 

Imay: “Or would you rather meet a dragon for yourself?” 
When Imay asked boldly if he would like to meet a dragon for himself he was shocked by the question but also honored..-

” If there will would be to meet me I would like to meet one at that Imay, it would be an honor to meet any dragon’s of this land. “