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Eden

By: Bullitt



I'm 28 years old and have been married for 5 years now. I love my wife.

A group of my friends and I took our buddy to a strip club for his bachelor party. We were having a good time drinking and watching the gorgeous women strutting their stuff. After the stripper on stage was finished, the crowd went nuts. An audible hush fell over the crowd. Then Eden stepped out on the stage and the guys roared and applauded, shouts and whistles, then she started her show. 

This magnificent creature stood about 5'7", 5'10" in heels looked about 110 lbs with long shoulder length blonde hair with piercing blue eyes that got me hard in an instant. Every eye in the place was on her and I knew I would have her before the night was through. On stage she was doing things you only dreamt about.

When she finished her third song, my 7" of man meat was so hard it was painful. About 10 minutes later, Eden made her way into the crowd for table and lap dances in the lounge. 

At this point, all I could think of was her hard body and 34C tits. When she came by our table, I asked her for a private lap dance. She said, "Sure thing, lover", and boy, was I surprised at what happened next. 

Eden proceeded to grab my hard-on through my pants and led me to the lounge, I took off my wedding band as she picked a couch furthest from the door in a dark corner. We started to talk about things like, how long she'd been stripping, how she got in the business when she grabbed my dick again. By this time I was so hard, I could punch a hole through steel and told her so. She said, "We'll see about that, now sit back and TRY to relax." 

Eden started her show by straddling, then bumping and grinding up against my thigh. She was wearing a thin yellow sun dress and a matching yellow thong. She then started to untie the straps of the dress and while dancing, slowly let the straps fall down over her amazing breasts. The whole time rubbing her dripping pussy on my now coated thigh. I couldn't take much more of this. By now, she had the sundress around her waist and asked me if I could help her with it, so naturally, I obliged. I grabbed that dress with my teeth and slowly pulled it down over her smooth, curved hips and beat an excruciatingly slow path down her shapely legs, stopping once or twice to give her quick nibbles and licks behind her knees, bringing moans of pleasure from Eden. 

Finally, I got the dress down to her feet and I just stopped and sucked on her toes for a while. She said, "If you keep this up, I'M gonna need a cold shower." Next came the thong which was just two snaps and there in front of me was the sweetest pussy I've seen in all my 28 years. She was clean shaven and had her clit pierced. Eden was now totally naked and started in with the dancing. 

But I wanted more. Eden then straddled my thigh again and started bouncing up and down like a kid on a pogo stick. By now, the song was just about over and I was feeling a little let down, and said so. To my surprise, Eden turned to the bouncer and made some signal which he returned and then she told me I would be getting a "SPECIAL" dance. 

So Eden starts by getting on her knees and licking and rubbing my rod through my pants. This was driving me wild, then she grabbed my belt buckle and removed it, unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper. She then pulled my pants and boxers down around my ankles. Eden then licked her way up my legs until she got to my balls. She sucked first one then the other into her mouth while licking the under side of my ball sac. I was in heaven. Eden, much to my disappointment, let go of my nuts and grabbed the base of my shaft and licked it from stem to stern and then back down again. She did this for almost 10 minutes then gobbled my member into her warm, wet mouth. She took turns deepthroating and licking me like a lollipop for what seemed like hours. Then she licked her way back down to my balls then down to the crack of my ass. Next thing I feel is her hot tongue drive right up my ass. GOD IT FELT GREAT!!! I'm thinking nothing could get any better. 

Then Eden went back to sucking on my cock when I blew a tremendous load of jiz down her throat, and she swallowed it all. With that she said,"That was YOUR 'special' dance, now its MY turn!" I picked her up and placed her on the couch as I make my way up to her luscious breasts. I started on her left nipple working my tongue around her areola. Licking the tiny bumps surrounding her nipples, then started to outright suck on them. I licked two of my fingers and slowly encircled her pussy lips. Making smaller and smaller circles, not touching her clit. This in combination with the oral stimuli, had Eden moaning in ecstasy, begging me to touch her clit. Several times she tried to reach her clit, but I wouldn't let her. It wasn't time yet.

I flipped her over on her hands and knees with that lovely ass and slit in my face. Her smell was wonderful. I could just sit there for hours just watching her pussy juice running down her legs, but I just had to taste it. I licked her juices off her legs all the way up to her pussy lips, then continued to her ass. Licking around her puckered anus all the while shoving my index and middle finger in her pussy. I then inserted my thumb in her ass and held her like a bowling ball.

Eden was bucking and humping against my manual ministrations and screaming, "OH! I'M COMING! I'M COMING! OH, FUCK YEAH!" She was begging me to fuck her, so, by now I'm hard again. I stand up and place the head of my cock to her well lubricated snatch and slowly pushed. At this, she screamed, "OH, DON'T STOP!! DON'T STOP!! JESUS CHRIST!! DON'T STOP!!" So, of course, being the gentleman that I am........I stop. I pulled out started to bounce and rub my cock against her clit over and over. If I thought Eden were ready before, she now was an animal. She yells, "PUT YOUR FUCKIN' COCK BACK IN MY PUSSY NOW!!! FUCK ME FULL! I WANNA FEEL YOU FILL ME UP! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!

I'm pumping away, slowing down, speeding up, varying my tempo. The whole time Eden's yelling and screaming, "OH FUCK! HURRY! HURRY! I'M COMING! I WANNA FEEL YOU CUM IN ME! OH GOD! JESUS! I'M COMING!" I thought the entire place would come running in here at any minute and I'm trying my damnedest to hold off the inevitable and with one final shove, I blow my second load just as Eden's pussy muscles start spasming around my spurting cock. I almost blacked out from the pleasure and collapsed on top of Eden's sweat soaked body.

We stayed like that for about 5 minutes when I got up and Eden said, "My shift is over," and proceeded to put her clothes back on. I asked her if I could see her again, and she said, "We'll see." And with that, she left.

I got dressed and put my wedding band back on and said my goodnights to my friends and told my buddy I'd see him at the TUX fitting the next day. As I passed the bouncer, he winked and said, "Have a nice night, sir."

I got to the strippers entrance/exit by the parking lot, and waiting there for me was my wife, Cassandra. She walked up to me and I said, "Hi Honey." 

"I thought I'd find you here," she said. Cassandra leaned in close to my ear and said, "That was one of the hottest fucks we've had so far, baby." 

"You never cease to amaze me, EDEN," I said.

Eden



Go sit down and put your makeup on. Do it like you would if I were not here. Let me watch. I want to see the ritual. I want to see your face. You're an artist. You work so hard, I know. Show me how you transform yourself from woman to goddess and I will worship at your altar, tonight. I've never seen you dance, but I know I'll like you to do it with me. I will spin you, sway you, let you do what you do. Your grace the perfect companion to mine. I will make you laugh until you have to catch your breath. Your laughter is my music. It will be my treasure, my gold and I will be rich. 

Keep whatever outward expression you wish. I like your mask, knowing that only I have explored your hidden depths. Stay distant, stay aloof. I will make your cool facade crack when I get you home. I will strip you of everything, shake you to the core, leave you naked and spent. I could do it right now. I could do it anywhere. I could slide my hand up your skirt under the table, while you make small talk with our host. Tell him you had too much wine, dear, and I'll escort you outside for some air. I'll have you breathless in the shadows. I'll take you for a walk, pin you against a tree, holding you up when your legs can't support you. 

Your knowing green eyes catch me staring. You smile pleasantly, as though you're an open book, but your elven features hide delicious secrets. No one notices how your smile twitches to one side, almost cruel with something clever inside your head, something dangerous. Sadistic. Thank Hell for that. I was so bored before you came along.

I like the way you speak. I love watching you gesture and embellish. The very soul of discretion, but you say such shocking things when I'm the only one to hear. You're bold enough, and honest enough, and dirty enough, and so curious. You have no shame, and don't allow me mine. I wanted a lover who talked like you. I always wanted a man who kissed with an accent. I knew I'd fall for something so simple. In the end it's your voice that pushes me over the edge. I know it will always be your voice. 

I love your clothes. How is your corset? Is it too tight? Shall I make it tighter, anyway? I was worried about it. Do you have on those white stockings? The ones I saw embracing your thighs when you bent over? I would like to feel them against my cheeks. How do your boots fit? You have such sexy taste, evidenced by the way they show off your elegant walk. If I tell you they make you look like a whore, will you keep them on for me? I'll dress you up in black lace, a sheet over your naked body. I'll kiss you through it. Feel your warmth through it. I will roll the lace down slowly, kissing what I uncover. I'll linger over your beautiful face... 

...Yes, kiss each eyelash, each freckle. Steal my breath. My lips have never been kissed with the hunger you feel for me. I've seen your need, but I've only imagined how you would express it. 

Your breasts need wet kisses. They need sharp bites. They need me. I'll hover between them and your throat, biting, tasting. Move down to your ribs. You're made ticklish by the scrape of my teeth? I hope so. I'll follow the impressions of your ribs with my tongue, while I squeeze and constrict your flesh with my hands, you've never been held so tightly. Your belly is soft, the skin cool to the touch. I lick your navel, your nerves making the muscles jump. My hands position your legs. My face nuzzles into your sex, lightly brushing my lips against your center. 

You flick your tongue like a serpent, introducing new sensations. Skill born from instinct, and a desire to lay me bare, begging for your merciful touch. We are animals, we are angels, we are uniquely human, sensual as only we can be. Explore my folds, my pearl, the shy sea-creature of my femininity. Discover me, study me. I could tell you, but you are so good at finding your own way, with only my moans to guide you. If I know you, and I do, you're going to be down there a long time. 

I'll slide my finger around on the surface, penetrating only slightly. If you push back even a little, you'll get them all inside you. I'll be kissing you, learning what to do and what to dare. I won't let you come, darling. As much as you want it, I can't let you finish so soon. As good as it is, it's going to get better. I have to make you wait. It will be like meeting me for the first time all over again when we come face to face. After that, you'll wonder if you ever knew me at all. I'll look into your eyes and it might even make me cry. I'll kiss you. Yes, you'll taste yourself on my lips. 

Our bodies will find their own way. They'll figure out everything on their own. I know what to do, Beloved... just concentrate on how it feels. Be here with me, nowhere else. I'll help you enter me and I'll open like a flower to the sun. We'll move together like we were made to. Slowly, quickly, we'll roll over and over. I'll end up on top of you. Release me and watch. Get lost in my eyes. You'll sweat and breathe hard, and I'll sway with fever... 

...But I've got you. You won't be overcome. I'll hold you up; I'll support your every move. I'm inside you, and my hands are around you. I want you. I want you very badly. You introduce clever moves. You rock your hips in a way you've never thought of before. You use muscles you've never bothered with before. You're no virgin, you have things to show me, you have things to teach me. I rise into you, sit up straight with you on my lap. Your legs find their way around my waist. I put my right hand on the back of your neck. I squeeze your waist with my left arm. I let my fangs sink into your throat. I feel your pulse under my thumb. 

Gently, you lower me onto my back. I spread my legs for you, like a dream. You never leave my body; you stay inside, stay with me as you bring us around, as you trap me under you. I'm tired and it's your turn. You take over, driving in and sliding out. You don't do it with more friction than I do, but it feels more intense when you are in control. 

I'm getting good at this, precious girl. Before long, this is something I will know how to do extremely well. My whole life is passing through you. I swell inside you. You feel the change, feel the pulse of my entire supply of blood surging through the vessels you grip tight inside of you. The strain on your muscles is painful, because you've been alone a long time. You are ready though. You have a few tricks for me. You bite back. Your teeth and claws are deadly weapons. You've been growing your nails out for this. They claw into me and sting. Your trap springs. 

My spine snaps, vibrating like a bowstring after an expert shot. You bend me and I tangle you in my limbs. Pardon the pun, but I have a very good grasp of the situation. My lips and tongue find your carotid artery and... 

...You bite down hard and I'm yours. It hurts. It distracts me, keeps me from concentrating on my cock. I'm capable of taking the pain for a while, but it excites me. I reach under your leg and bring it around in front of me. I use your leg to overthrow you, turning you on your side. Your teeth let go, and now I'm not stopping. I'm going to take you from behind, safe from your claws. Now you're free to claw the sheets. Now you're free to bite your own lip. The sheets are spotted with blood. The taste of pennies ignites your thirst, you want more. Linger on how it feels to want for a while, bitch. 

Your hands caress my ass. You spread my thighs from behind and roll your hips against me. You put your hand between my shoulder blades and firmly push me down. I press my breasts into the silky sheets. I arch my back, offering myself to you. Grabbing the edge of the bed in both hands...

...Your fingers flex to tear flesh, but I'm safe behind you. You can't scratch me. Now I can slide my hand beneath you and touch your sensitive button. I'll be gentle. I'll move in circles. Slow circles, to match my slow strokes into you. If I can bear to get my cock out of you it will be to put my tongue back in its place. It will be to press my face against you and push my tongue inside. I'll move it in and out, listening to your soft noises. Will you whimper for me? It's only a small step from fucking you with my tongue to considering other things I can do. Things we've only thought of, hinted at. Maybe teasing your ass with a finger, caressing you, coaxing you. I'll put a little pressure on and hope it opens up. If it doesn't, I won't insist. If it does I won't hesitate. My pinky is slender and straight. It doesn't bend, you know, so it's good for this. 

If I push back on your hand you'll assume I want more. You'll give me more. You'll get back on top of me; pressing insistently against me. Please go slowly. You'll have to. I'll open up to you...

...panting your surrender. You'll succumb to my will. And that should be almost too much for me. When do you want to come, so I can come, too? I'll let you decide, but I can't hold out much longer. It's lady's first, and I'm a gentleman.

The wave hits with a shuddering gasp, our muscles taut, then we collapse coiling together. Your skin has polished my skin. We shine. We glow. Turning, we kiss. A warm embrace, slippery limbs entwined. Forehead to forehead, we lay smiling. If we lay like that long enough, maybe we can truly merge. Truly become one. Flow inside of each other. Until then, YOU can at least be inside ME. 



Eden



Prologue

It's the longest day, the mid of summer, the height of hot passion. The sun rises early but we're up before it, naked and daring, you under a nearly cover-all mac, me in a shorter thin coat cos it shows more of my legs, and both in easy-to-slip-off sandals.

It's light enough to see even though the sun still sleeps below the horizon as we zoom in your fast car to a wooded area outside town. I'm dizzy dopey with almost mid-of-night sleepiness and wild anticipation, a tingling stirring in below my tum, and i can see the eagerness you have as you drive, as a tent forms under the mac and an oozy tip pokes from between the buttons, threatening to outreach the gear stick.

This early there are no other cars in the headlights, and you speed along the country road with giddying acceleration and need, making a wild turn into the small park and screeching to a halt. Then we're out in the fresh morning-cool air, the warmth of inside the motor dissipating under our thin clothing as our skin unaccustomedly goosebumps with its unfamiliar stillness.

One

We've walked these woods before, know its paths and ways, but never before in this lukewarm silence. Not even the birds are singing, no scritchy twitching of insects, and the long grass and towering trees glisten with dew - the only sound the scrunching of the odd stones and squishy swishing of our feet on the damp path ground. Off the beaten path we head tween the darkness under bunched trees to a private spot in case the odd early country walker is around, and leave our coats on a broken off hanger of a branch, shivering slightly in our nakedness. We embrace each other for scant warmth under the clear brightening sky, like a new Adam and Eve in our personal Eden. A blinding light suddenly illuminates us through the greenery, and the sun peeps over the horizon, making our skin glow even more than our arousal did. There's a slight warmth to its touch, parting the cool air with its light, and making the lil clearing haven a place of love and desire.

With a smile you turn me away and bend me over to brace myself against the rough bark as I kick off my sandals and tip-toe up, keeping my thighs together. I can sense you spreading your legs so your crotch is level with my own dew-like dampness, cooling glisteningly around the forbidden fruit of my peach. Your stiff snake slowly tries to ease itself into my thigh-clenched tightness, almost hissing with steaminess as you warm me and the chilled petals of my sex thaw, soften, become liquid, allowing you to slither inside with a gasp of breathy satisfaction.

Your hands on my hips, I feel you judder back and forth as I squeeze tightly around you, making you feel bigger and harder than ever before. Each quaking broken thrust forces a moaning wail of delight from me, and I bite my outreached arm to stifle the sounds which echo loudly through the glade. I feel you fold down onto my back, your hands reaching under to molest my drooping boobs, tweaking the swollen icy nips back to feeling, as you continue to grind squelchily.

Usually our combined orgasms result from you building up an excited speed but my continued clenching stops you accelerating. Instead my tight squeeziness brings a shuddering climax as you push in one final time and with trembling tingles you spurt a gushing fountain inside, and my own quivering bliss spasms around you. My legs threaten to give and I have to part my thighs to balance, and you decide to ram back and forth while still hard, the squelchy sucking of its plunging penetrations making me cum again as my vividly vibrating vagina seems to explode with inner light like an internal dawn.

Gigglingly giddy with glowing gratification, I let you drop dripping from me and turn to lean against the tree while my scattered senses struggle to return. You embrace me and we smooch and snog lustily as I feel your soaked stiffness tween my own wet thighs. Suddenly you take my hand and pull me out of the secret sheltered space to skip - yes, skip! - down the path with me in tow. What should we care as there's no-one around, and I skip with you, joyous as we bounce hand-in-hand out of the trees and into a long-grassed meadow, still sleeping under its blanket of glittering dew...

Two

Hand-in-hand we wade through the thigh-high blades of greenery, leaving a dark trail of disturbed dew behind us, our bare skins catching the glistening drops. I'm already damp from you and a extra veil of moisture from the grass coats the fluffiness tween my thighs, and I notice your sex-slicked cock and hair also starting to drip, and I feel an ache of desire deep inside.

As if my inner intimate needs have travelled down my arm and up yours, you suddenly scoop me off my feet and lay me gently on my back in the cold sodden grass. I gasp with the shock of chilling wetness as you part my thighs, knees to the brightening blue sky, and wrap long twists of grass from under my feet around my ankles in soft green bondage. When you finish I give a testing tug and the blades allow me to spread myself but remaining resolutely firm, rooting me to the ground. Slipping your knees under mind you ease forward, your tum to mine, and nibble my nips as I feel the warmth of your wickedly wood-like willy worm its way inside again. Excited by my bound submission I reach either side of me and wrap more flattened grass around my forearms and lie there, trapped by cool damp nature and pinned by your horny heat, a giddy mix of unfamiliar sensations and contrasts. You lick the cold dew from my skin, warming me with the rasping roughness of your tongue, slowly finding your way from my belly button, up over my ribs to the flattened swell of my breasts, to where your lips seek and suck on my pert air-cooled nips.

Arousal makes me writhe, the rustle of grass on my back and in my hair, the swirl of squashed blades seeking to spring up like your returning erection, tickling the space tween my thighs under where you lay. You kneel up and place your hands flat, index finger to index finger and thumbs meeting down at the thin darkness through my fluffy hairs. With the tip of your cock teasing me, you slowly thumb your way down tween my thighs and ease me apart, gentle pressure from your palms making me squeeze on you as the stiff shaft slowly slides inside once more. I close my eyes, bite my lip as the feel of you fills me, makes me tremble, sends my senses wild. 

I don't need to see you to know you've risen slightly on your knees to move back and forth with pleasing penetrations and relaxed but rousing retreats, as your palms kneed my tum and the softness within that surrounds your rocking rigidity. The slow sensual fucking continues for eternal unmeasured moments until with a quickening quiver you cum in me in a single prolonged squirt, and I shiver all over, nails clawing at the dirt, knees shaking and back arched, with a sighing scream of ecstasy that joins the deafening dawn chorus. With a choked gasp of blistering bliss my arms tear the wrapped grass binds from their roots and I grasp your pounding chest, eyes wide with passion. 

As I get my breath back, you untie my ankles from their grassy bondage and lie beside me, letting me crawl onto you, your arms embracing and comforting me as the sun rises over the trees, its light making me seem to glow more than ever as its warmth dresses us.

Three

Naked and entwined, we're the new Adam and Eve, dozily drifting tween aching arousal and satisfied slumber under a brand new sky. We haven't noticed, hidden by the untouched towering grass, we lay close to a sharp incline down a hill. As we smooch sensually, me straddled on top of you, legs twisted and arms around each other, we roll playfully towards it until...

With a shriek of surprise, bodies still wrapped in bliss and dew, we tumble down through the grass in a crashing spinning blur. Fright gives way to laughter as we both recall rolling down hills as kids until our brief flight ends in a muddy splash with you on your back and me on top in a shallow slimy ditch of a stream under some trees. As the world stops revolving around us we look at each other, mucky and dripping like dirty young kids and burst out laughing, you scooping up a handful of wet dirt and slopping it over a boob while I grab a dollop of brown porridgy goo and aim it at your face... splat! 

With a 'ho!' of revenge you toss me off back into the sticky mire, and as I try and crawl away you slap wet mud on my departing bum cheeks. 

'Oooooh... right!' I cry and roll on my shoulder with a squelch, arm flailing up to throw a mudball which sticks to your chest. The mud fight gets dirtier, in more ways than one, until we kneel giggling in churned up wet earth, looking more like primeval savages than lovers, dressing in a drying crumbling slime. We feel dirty in more ways than one, as I eye your hardening muddy cock, brought about by the sight of the wet ooze dribbling down my breasts, the sludge clinging round my tum and thighs forming a miry fluffy triangle. But the mud would get in the way of any more play, so we restrain our natural lust as you help me up and we plod through the sticky stream further downhill where it trickles into a glittering sun-splashed pond. I've never skinny-dipped but the need to wash the mud off makes us plunge in and wash away our devil-may-care dishevelled dustiness, until not quite but never-minding cleanliness.

Wading ashore, we kneel like hairless dogs on the grass and shake ourselves as dry as we can. Watchless we have no idea of the time and the chance of morning walkers in the bright early sunny day is getting higher. But the sight of me bent over on the grass, head down, tossing my hair back and forth to get the water and muck out, is more than you can bear. 

Suddenly your wet arms are reaching over my hips to part my thighs from the front, rubbling my clit as I am roughly taken from behind. One strong hand holds me up and massages my breasts while another keeps grinding my swelling bud, and I find myself gripping it, guiding it. Your penis pounds into my pulsating pussy, animalistic, wild, as if seeing me covered in mud and dust rolls you back hundreds of thousands of years, bring out the untamed caveman in you, dominating by force and savagery. You cum once with me kneeling up, my thighs trembling and weakening until I tip forward on my arms, bum in the air and you still inside. But you don't stop, don't care, as I am ground raw by your rampant rousal, laid subservient by my primeval man mate. With your hands slipping tween gripping my hips and grappling my bum you quickly reach another loud climax with a grunting roar of release and satisfaction, and with a single wailing gasp I'm filled again to bursting with spurt after spurt of hot stickiness that burns through me with scorching satiety... for now. 

Epilogue

It can't be more than 6am - we hope - so we scamper naked, hands-held, back up the grassy meadow to the secluded clearing where our coats still hang and sandals lie discarded. Even after the pond bath and sweat-scrubbed final fuck we're both still slightly dirty and filthy in body... scabs of mud hang from exposed skin, and knees and elbows stained green from the grass... as well as mind. 

We wrap ourselves back in the semi-civilised garb of the 21st century, and as we traipse back, arms hugging, our minds wander to the dawn of time, the beginning of sex, its wild raw energy and vividness, and get a hint of the animal lust hidden in our eyes, that only you and I can bring out in each other... 



Eden



"You don't get to argue Peaches, you're coming." I stood my ground, hands on my hips and a defiant grin threatening to split my face in two.

"I can't, I have to work." He started to argue but he cut himself off at my chuckle.

"You took time off for the Shady tour, beside's, Jack doesn't want to see you for another eight weeks." Game, set, match.

"Oh, fine, but I expect you to make it worth my time," he relented, throwing in a token of protest.

G was a good friend, one trusted to mostly keep me out of trouble, though he was as much a cause as me. I was going on my first overseas tour, the UK first and then, if the concerts went well, the US. G packed up his stuff dutifully, and a few days later we were off.

The flight to London was boring, we were seated on opposite sides of the cabin, which was packed, and unable to talk nearly the entire time. The minute we landed I collapsed on his shoulder and sighed.

"The only good thing about being relatively new to the scene is no media and no annoying fans." I giggled, falling in behind him at the customs line.

"What do I tell them about why I'm here?" he whispered as we got closer to the front.

"You're on a working visa, we listed you as my P.A." I grinned unrepentantly as he choked.

"You mean I have to work?" he spluttered.

"Only if you want to. Putting you down as my P.A means we could get you coming along for free, I mean, the label is paying for you considering you're working for me." I said, pushing him up into the recently vacated spot.

"Oh, that's okay I suppose, does this mean I'm being paid?" G asked, placing his passport on the desk for the customs clerk as I moved to the desk beside him.

"Yeah, not as much as you could have but still, $21 an hour is pretty good." I nodded, handing over my own passport.

"I can live with that." He laughed.

When we made it through baggage claim and out into the main floor G wrapped his arm around me and led me to the meeting point. A couple of the roadies from my Aus tour and the rest of the band were already waiting and I greeted them with smiles and hugs. We were just waiting for my manager to pop up before we left.

"Alright girders and boils." My manager announced as he walked, more sashayed, towards us.

"Hey Mark." We all greeted, aside from G who just waved.

"Right, we'll be hopping on a bus as soon as the gear clears customs and heading to the centre of London. We've got a show in eight hours, then a day off before the next one so for now I'd suggest either sleeping on the bus or sitting on your jetlag till tomorrow." Mark explained, leading us out to the side walk where almost everyone lit up a cigarette the moment we passed the non-smoking area.

It took an hour after that for all our gear to pass through customs and another hour for the guys to load it on the bus, after which we rolled out of the airport and were on our way to the first gig of the tour. At the venue, a fairly decent sized club in the center of London, we all pitched in to get the gear set up, the support bands showed up a few minutes late but after that things ran smoothly. By the time the club opened and the first of the two support bands was onstage I was jittery with nerves and excitement.

"Calm down V, you're gonna be great." G murmoured in my ear, wrapping me in a backwards hug.

"I know, but I'm always nervous before a show." l pouted, moving away from the stage and out to the side exit for a smoke.

"Why? You're stunning, and talented, and you have an amazing voice." G soothed, rubbing circles into my tense back.

"Don't know, I've always had a problem performing for large groups of people." I shrugged, lighting the end of my cigarette.

"How about I take some of the stress away?" He offered, hot breath steaming past my ear in the tiny backstage courtyard.

He pulled me onto his lap after sparking his own smoke and settled his hand on my lap, turning us so we were wedged under the table. Deft fingers flicked open the button on my jeans and teased down the zipper.

"G, fuck, that's going to make me tired." I panted slightly as he stroked my hip.

"Drink up then." He nodded his head to the can of Rockstar I'd set on the table.

His fingers slipped under the thick denim and a moan escaped as he realised I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Fuck that's hot, I didn't think you were the type for comando." he groaned, shifting as his appreciation became obvious.

"It helps keep my mind off the crowd." I groaned as his skillful fingers found the button of nerves above my wet, hot slit.

"I'm going to be hard all night now, watching you up there, knowing there's barely anything separating your delicious cunt from view." he moaned, dipping a finger down to stroke the folds of my pussy.

He was fully hard beneath me now, both of us breathing hard and moaning. I used my position to an advantage and thrust minutely against him, delighting in every hitched breath as he fingered me.

"It could be worse," I turned my head to say, lips brushing his ear, "I could be wearing a skirt." 

I grinned as he growled and thrust his fingers deeper, three of them now, his thumb occasionally circling my tight, erect clit. I slipped my free hand down from where it clung in his hair and popped the button on his own jeans, the tip of his cock jutting out to greet the cool night air. It was a little awkward, reaching back as he drove his hand into me, adding a fourth finger as I slid the pad of my thumb over his own weeping slit. In minutes we were both rocketing through orgasm, and I had to hide my head in the crook of his neck to keep from crying out.

"Did that help?" G asked once we'd calmed down enough to talk.

"I think I'm going to keep you on, Mr. Bell, if you're going to keep distracting me like that." I chuckled in reply as I did up my pants.

"I can be very distracting." G grinned, putting his own clothes in order before pulling me into his arms.

The kiss started out slow and languid but quickly built in intensity until the moment was broken by a stage hand calling out that the second support band had gone on and last minute checks were being made.

"You've got your pass?" I asked as we unwound from each other.

G lifted the zipper lanyard from around his neck with a smile.

"I'll be at the front of the pit." he said.

"Go, enjoy it." I smiled, squeezing his hand.

"I'm here if you need me V." He dropped his head for another searing kiss before leading me back inside.

G and I had a rather odd relationship, we'd worked together a few years back and had been sleeping together on and off since I started working with him, he was one of my best friends. I hadn't planned on sleeping with him while we were on tour, though I figured it would happen once or twice, and I wondered if it would end up in exclusivity.

Warm ups flew by and before I knew it I was being ushered onstage amidst a blaring roar of cheers. 

"What's up London?" I yelled as I reached the mike.

The crowd roared in response.

"We won't keep you waiting then, this first one goes out to an amazing friend of mine. It's called Sugar Coat, this is for you G!" The song started and I launched into the lyrics with gusto.

I kept my eye on G throughout the set, grinning as he helped turn the frenzy of jumping teens into a circle pit. I swung the mike in his direction a few times, ecstatic to see just how many kids knew the lyrics of my songs, and motioned the guards to hold when he climbed on the stage to jump into the circle with a back flip. At the end of the show and the obligatory signing of merchandise and flesh I collapsed on the couch in my dressing room, chatting happily with the band when G dove through the door and landed on me with a cry of triumph.

"That was epic V!" he crowed, sitting on my waist and bouncing.

"It was indeed, congrats guys." Mark agreed, stepping through the door.

We grinned at each other and the guys shoved each other playfully.

"The crews dismantaling the gear, it's time to get you guys into a hotel and rested up, we've got one more gig in London before a two day drive to the next venue. There's a van waiting to take you to the motel." Mark instructed.

We were sumarily ushered through the stage door and out to the waiting van, where we spent the twenty minute drive yelling and goofing off after a vigorous and simply amazing first show. At the hotel, after a stop off at a bottle shop for celebratory drinks, we checked in. With five band members plus G, we got three double rooms, the three roadies and Mark would check in after the London guys helped them get the gear packed down. The rooms weren't too far from each other so we gathered in the bassist and drummers room while we waited for the others, who were coming in the bus where our luggage was still stored.

I'd joined the band a few months before they had been signed to a Sony subsidiary label, and the guys largely attributed their success to my membership although I argued that point whenever it came up. Our drummer was a laid back 21 year old named Johno, famous in our circle for his ability to fart Mary Had A Little Lamb. The bassist, Ian, was a nudist and a perpetual drunk, Mike, one of our guitarists, was bi and often instigated rounds of gay chicken at inappropriate times. The second guitarist, Cayenne, grounded our unwieldy group, the down to earth one who put the kibosh on most of our stupid pranks. The guys had become family over the year we'd been together, which helped us a lot during long recording sessions and hard tours. Together, we were Amaycus Scorned. 

Two hours after we'd left, the rest of our group arrived and we were well on the way to pissed. Mark sent us to our respective rooms with our luggage with orders to shower, sleep and sober up. 

Once in our room, I sank onto the bed with a grateful sigh, intending to not get up again. G, in his infinite wisdom, dug through his gear for some clean clothes and refilled our empty glasses with some neat bourbon. I noticed then that we had only a double bed, not twin beds like Ian and Johno, and I wondered if Mark had arranged it like that or not.

G pulled his dirty shirt off before handing me my glass and giving me an appreciative once over.

"You look good enough to eat." He smirked, taking a large mouthful of his drink.

I was still in my show clothes; tight, stone washed jeans, platform boots with lots of buckles and spikes, and a slinky black corset. With my bright pink hair I knew I made a devilish picture.

"Dare to take a bite?" I suggested impishly, tipping the whole contents of the glass down the back of my throat in one gulp.

Propped up on one elbow, with my knees bent suggestively and a dark smile on my face, it took him but a moment to cross the room, glass drained and hastily discarded. I sat up as he crawled onto the bed, grabbing him by the gleaming silver chain around his neck and dragging him up to meet me in a fiery kiss. We had always had a lot of chemistry, it was evident in everything we did together and it made the sex simply amazing. As we fought for claim with bruising teeth and tongue he nearly tore open the front clasps of the corset, ripping it from under my back with a jerk of his arm. Strong, calloused hands squeezed and pulled at my freed breasts, adding a delicious zing of pain as I undid his jeans. We fumbled for a moment as we divested ourselves of the tight, restrictive denim garments, cursing them as they clung to our damp skin. Momentarily we were completely naked and hungrily devouring each others bodies.

"Fuck, do that again." I clawed at G's back as he flicked his hot, wet tongue over my clit, sensation burning it's way up my spine. 

Sitting forward as far as I could, I grabbed his hip and pulled till his fat cock was nearly stabbing at my nose. A swift twist later and I had rolled us over, greedily sucking the earthy flesh into my mouth with loud accompanying noises. He shuddered and doubled his own ministrations as I flicked my tongue into the slit on his glistening cock head, hollowing my cheeks and increasing the pressure.

"God, I want to eat you out while you get pounded in the ass." G panted as he swirled a finger over the pink rosette of muscle between my ass cheeks.

The words, aside from making me convulse with pleasure, sparked an idea and I scrambled to my suitcase. 

"Will this suffice?" I asked, dangling a thick vibrator between my thumb and forefinger, grinning in triumph as G's jaw fell open.

"Fuck, that's hot." he moaned as I returned to my previous position.

I took his cock back into my mouth, balancing on my knees as I squirted a generous amount of lube on my fingers. With a sweep of my tongue to the underside of his crown, I took one of his hands and got him to hold my cheeks open so I could work. Swirling a shiny, wet finger over the tight ring of muscles I forced myself to relax, I often enjoyed the use of two dildos when I got myself off so the first finger I slid in went easily. A few short thrusts later and I eased in a second finger, using the slight burn to stave off orgasm. Looking down and back, I could see G staring intently at my ass, fixated on the sight of me fingering myself in preperation. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his eyes flutter closed momentarily and I forced myself to concentrate on adding a third finger. He licked his lips, cock straining as I took it deep into my throat and I worked quickly to loosen myself up. The second the vibrator disappeared completely into my well lubricated back passage my hands were pulled away, the control dial twisted to full and G buried his face into my now dripping snatch. His tongue drove relentlessly into me, one hand working the vibrator, the other mercilessly teasing my clit and it was all I could do to keep his cock in my mouth. Instead of trying to finish the blowjob properly, I increased the depth of my moans, using the vibrations to bring him close and it wasn't long before we were both coming, the near scream that tore from my mouth at the intensity of my orgasm pushing him over the edge.

There wasn't time to catch my breath as I was flipped onto my back, G following to capture my lips in a bruising kiss, and I stilled his hand as he went to remove the vibrator.

"Leave it." I ordered, bringing my legs around to cricle his waist.

I was swallowed in another molten kiss as he dragged my hips up and plunged in, stilling as the vibrations from the vibrator pulsed through me and directly into his cock.

"Fuck." he breathed, head dropping as his concentration slipped.

"I thought you might like that." I grinned, watching him through half closed eyes.

It took a few seconds for his control to come back and I gasped hard when he started to move again. My hands slid down from their perch on his shoulders, nails dragging, light pink trails steadily forming on the smooth skin of his back. Moving one leg between his, tightening my hold on his hips with the other, I changed the angle and had to bite back a scream as the sensations buzzed hungrily through my body. G roughly grabbed my breasts, slowly dragging me up to swallow another loud moan in a kiss, tongue taking advantage of the opening. 

"Fuck, harder." I gasped, panting heavily as my body tensed, wildly thrusting to meet his hips with every motion.

My teeth sunk into his shoulder minutes later as my pussy convulsed it's way through my third orgasm of the night.

"I'm gonna come." he grunted, still thrusting hard into my body.

Loosing my legs death grip on his torso I clamped a hand at the base of his cock to stop him from coming too soon. Getting to my knees I swallowed the engorged, angrily red prick and let go, bobbing my head a few times before pushing it as far down my throat as I could. I swallowed once and he was done for, hand almost painfully curling in my hair as he thrust up into my mouth with a heavy moan.

I released the deflating cock only once the tremors subsided, grinning like the Cheshire cat despite my lips aching. With a sated groan we collapsed fully, my body feeling like my bones had abandoned me, and I stretched languidly.

"Damn, every time we fuck you get wilder and dirtier." G chuckled as he drew me up into an embrace.

"I reckon it's the stress of the job, it's either have sex or do drugs to relax in this business and I'd rather the sex." I replied with a yawn.

The vibrator had slipped out when I had turned to swallow G's come, and I lazily reached out and turned it off.

"Come on," G said, patting my still tingling ass, "Shower first then you can sleep." 

We woke late the next morning, almost midday, and with the little time left we wandered around. We avoided the touristy destinations, leaving that for the next morning, and explored the suburbs and the less trafficked areas. We prowled the high street and the high end fashion stores for a while before heading back to the motel to meet the band for dinner. We had an hour and a bit so I changed into a new outfit while G flopped heavily onto the small couch. 

"Holy fuck." he gulped when I came into view again, his jaw literally hitting the floor.

I was wearing a studded black short sleeve jacket over a simple black bikini and a pair of short Jean shorts.

"Do you like it?" I asked coquettishly, turning in a slow circle to show myself off.

"Oh fuck yes." He breathed, hand straying to his lap as he watched me.

I took a few mincing steps forward.

"You know, I don't really like these shorts." I said decisively once I got a bit closer, turning to the side slightly and undoing the buttons that held them up.

"You don't?" Graeme asked curiously.

"No, they've got to go." I bent over slightly and inched them down over my hips, sliding them teasingly down my legs.

"Yep, they're no good." he agreed, eyes glued to my ass as I kicked them away.

"And this jacket just doesn't fit right." I said, running my hands over my covered breasts and down my ribs to play distractingly with the hem.

"No, it really doesn't." Graeme had a firm grasp on his now fully erect cock, which was poking tantalizingly from his jeans and was pulling it slowly with every move I made.

"I've never really liked bikini's, I don't think I'm going to bother with this one." I was nearly on top of him now and he was breathing hard, his face flushed and slightly shiny with a sheen of sweat.

I kept half an eye on him as I moved, watching appreciatively as he tugged his shirt over his shoulders.

"Bad bikini." was all he was able to get out.

I swished my hips around slowly, hooking my thumbs into the sides of the bikini bottoms and sliding my legs apart slightly. With a saucy wink at the dumbstruck guy in front of me I trailed my fingers up my body to my neck and untied the strings holding it in place, his eyes glued to my fingers as I teased him. As my bikini top fell away his breath hitched, his fist flying over his weeping cock and I gripped my bottoms. Turning away from him, legs still slightly apart, I slide them down my legs, bending forward as I did so to give him an unimpeded rear view of my dripping snatch. The second the bikini bottoms hit the floor Graeme was on his feet, grabbing my hips and thrusting straight inside me, bottoming out before setting a vigorous pace. Still bent forward, I opened my legs wider and got a good hold on my ankles, the better access it gave him proved to be a good idea and I was squirting my orgasm all over his cock in record time. The spasms from my orgasm triggered his and I turned and went down to my knees, glorying in the hot splashes of cum that fell all over my face and breasts.

"Fuck, that was amazing." Graeme said after we'd cleaned up.

"Well duh, you're with me." I chuckled, letting him pull me back onto the couch.

"I love that you're so naughty, it's such a turn on." he sighed, fondling my breasts as we spooned.




Eden



"So I've been told." I wriggled back against him, grinning when he groaned with desire.

"Don't." he whined, holding me still with a hand on my hip.

"Not up for round two?" I snickered.

"Not just yet, give me a minute." He grinned, swiping my hair away to kiss my neck.

I lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before G stole it from me, using it to light his own.

"I don't think I want to move." I sighed, fully relaxed for the first time in over a month.

"I'd rather you didn't either." his fingers had strayed to play with the smooth skin of my pubic bone, occasionally dipping lower to circle around my still sensitive clit.

It wasn't long before we had to get up and dressed for dinner, we were going to a pub close to the motel so we were all meeting in the car park so we could walk. I chucked on a tartan skirt and a black corset under a hoodie and a pair of platforms while G showered quickly.

"Are you trying to make sure we don't leave the room?" G asked menacingly as he stepped out of the bathroom.

He dropped the towel he was holding around his waist and stalked towards me, pinning me to the back of the door. With a good grip on my waist, he hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist, delicious cock resting between my ass cheeks, and he set about covering my neck in dark hickeys. I shifted my head slightly to capture his lips and as we attempted to remove each others tonsils there was a knock on the door.

A peek out the window showed that it was the neighbouring room getting a visitor but we still parted to finish dressing. While G dressed I slunk into the bathroom and expertly covered the dark love bites till they were almost non-existant, though I left them visible because I really didn't mind being marked. The walk to the pub took roughly five minutes and after ordering dinner we talked excitedly about what we'd gotten up to. 

"I was thinking," Johno said as our desert arrived, "That we should get tattoo's to commemorate such a momentous chapter in our lives."

There was a racous agreement from everyone at the table and we argued about what to get for a few hours before G put his foot down.

"Why don't you all get something different, just make sure some elements of all the tattoo's are the same, so you can tell what it's for?" He sighed exasperatedly.

It was a good idea, and we arranged to meet in the parking lot early the next morning so we could find a good tattoo parlour. It was still early, barely 9, so we got a taxi and went to the nearest club. A few drinks later we were all on the dance floor enjoying being in another country. G stayed close, interrupting the guys who tried dancing with me when they got too touchy feely, and around 11 he dragged me off the floor and into a dark alcove at the back of the club.

"You are driving me insane." He growled grabbing my wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head.

"Really? I hadn't noticed." I tried to sound innocent but the smirk on my face gave it all away.

"You've been a bad girl tonight V, I think you ought to be punished." He punctuated his words by sliding his free hand up the inside of my skirt, stroking at the mesh underwear I wore.

"I'm a naughty, naughty girl. I deserve to be punished." I moaned, hips thrusting slightly as his fingers grazed my clit.

His hand inched down slowly, teasing, testing my control and I submitted helplessly. An age passed as he taunted and teased me.

"Please." I begged quietly, body thrumming with pleasure, highly sensitized and the almost whispered plea broke his control.

With a snarl he ripped open his jeans, yanked aside my underwear and sunk himself inside me. The first thrust kicked me over the edge of orgasm and his almost brutal pace kept me falling. Cool fingers gripped my hips possesively and I was sure there would be bruises in the morning, his mouth vacilitating between my neck and my lips. Our moaning and grunting was lost in the music that thumped wildly, the bass line heavy and hard. Suddenly, I was empty, my legs kicked apart and a vicious tongue assaulted my pussy, a glance at my feet showed G on his knees, one hand flying over his shiny wet cock as he came on the wall behind us, the other keeping my skirt and underwear away from my snatch as his tongue drove me to distraction for what felt like the millionth time that night. He glanced up at me, grey blue eyes dark and feral and I found myself squirting into his waiting mouth, knees buckling at the intensity. 



Eden



PROLOGUE

----"Eden..."

I run through the forest, the icy snow crunching underneath my bare feet. His voice echoes off the barren, snow-covered trees and into the vast wilderness. I cannot escape it. His voice is always there. Always following me.

"Eden..."

My heart is racing in terror, and I stretch my legs into long, graceful arcs, all the while straining my ears for any threatening sounds of pursuit. I know I should phase into my cat, my trusted alter ego who I know will always protect me, but for some reason I am compelled to stay in this human form, limited though it may be. So far the snow-covered forest is silent, too silent—the kind of silence that becomes its own sound.

Is it just my imagination or is the silence becoming a deafening roar in my ears? I know I'm leaving footprints in the powdery snow behind me, but there's no time to remedy that, no time to cover my tracks. I have to get out of here...if only I could remember how I got here in the first place. Is he still following me? Was I kidnapped? Is he going to kill me? 

A bubble of laughter rises in my chest, the first sign of hysteria—soon after that full-blown panic will paralyze me. But I cannot lose focus right now.

Out of breath, I slow my pace to a comfortable jog and look up at the dark, leafless trees. They are gaunt and twisted, yet made beautiful by a layer of pristine snow that practically glows in the twilight sun. The branches stretch over my head hundreds of feet in the air, creating a fantastical ceiling of intricate ribs and vaults—the forest possesses the graceful majesty of a cathedral and I feel as if I could kneel right now and worship nature itself. 

I have never been here before. If I have I surely would've remembered. I stop jogging altogether, and suddenly the silence and grace of the vast forest overwhelms my senses, bringing tears to my eyes. I feel as if I belong here. Why would I even want to run away from such peace? 

But my peace is suddenly jarred by a creak in the snow behind me. I whip around, fully prepared to fight off whatever horrors may lurk there. Another creak sounds to my left—I feel my panic rising. What do I do? What can I do?

A shadow darts behind a 10-foot wide tree trunk, and I sprint after it. I refuse to be the prey. I will be the predator. In a flash, my lithe legs have taken me to the tree trunk, but there is no one hiding there. No footprints in the snow. Not a snowflake disturbed. 

Am I going mad? Is this forest a labyrinth used to trap unsuspecting victims? 

Another noise. I lope out into the open and turn in circles, letting my canines lengthen and sharpen into threatening weapons. Nothing again.

I sigh and turn around to keep walking—only to come face to face with the single most humongous white tiger I have ever seen in my life less than 10 feet away from me. All I can think to do is stare wide-eyed at what could possibly be my executioner. With a cautious look in its eye, and a low growl building in its throat, it circles me. 

One quick intake of breath tells me it's a werecat, just like me.

A swift glance down reveals my worst fear: male.

Fuck.

An unprotected female werecat in human form being stalked by a lone male werecat in cat form. The panic is rising and my fight or flight instinct kicks in, but I ignore it and try to appear confident and unaffected. My chances of getting out of here unscathed are looking slim to none, but I will fight to the death nonetheless.

Even now I can admit that he is a gorgeous cat. Covered in thick white fur and adorned with graceful black stripes, he stands proud and erect like a true pureblood tiger, and I realize a little too late that he probably is just that—although I wouldn't know for sure since I have never seen one before. He is tall, coming up to my 5 foot 4" height, and muscular with thick, yet graceful sinews wrapping around his long legs and lean body—an Alpha.

Fuck Fuck.

I turn with him as he circles me, keeping my eyes on him but making sure not to make eye contact, and his thick muscles ripple under his thick white pelt. Now I know why I didn't see anything when I surveyed my surroundings—that white fur has the same pristine white sheen as the powdery snow around me. I notice his claws, as long as my fingers and as deadly as daggers, and I can only imagine how sharp his teeth must be. His head snaps to the left and, with a deep and harsh warning growl at me, he suddenly darts out and disappears. 

I listen to the pounding of his paws on the snow until it fades away into the distance. I quickly realize I am standing vulnerable in the open staring after him, so I turn and sprint the other way until every muscle in my body throbs with pain.

I stop to take a deep, soothing breath to calm my frantic heart and throw my head back to close my eyes. I don't feel as if I'm in danger anymore...my instincts tell me the danger has passed. I trust my instincts because they are always right. Another deep breath. I center my senses. All I hear is...silence. All I smell is...snow. All I feel is...snowflakes?

I didn't notice it snowing, but sure enough as I look open my eyes with my head still thrown back I see delicate white puffs of snow drifting down through the air. They land on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and I open my mouth so they land on my tongue. 

For a moment I don't care where I am anymore, or that I have just had a terrifying run-in with a threatening male werecat. For the first time I truly live in the moment. I let my shoulders slump and give a carefree laugh of relief, twirling around in circles with my head thrown back and my arms haphazardly thrown out. The snowflakes land on my hands and linger for many moments before melting into my skin. 

The dappled sun of the twilight sky creates a magical world, and I look up through the branches of the vast trees and see a cloudless lavender sky, so perfect and peaceful and-----wait cloudless? 

That can't be right, I mean it's snowing. That doesn't make any sense; it can't snow without clouds...unless this is a dream. I am unexpectedly disappointed, but everything suddenly makes sense: the irrational fear, the panic, the beautiful werecat that miraculously didn't attack me, the cathedral-like forest...hell, even the snowflakes! They would've melted immediately on my overheated skin if this were real. 

I have never had a lucid dream before, one so real and sensory and detailed. But I guess there's a first time for everything. Now I know there is no reason for me being here, and I can just enjoy the peace in what I have named the Cathedral Forest without any anxiety whatsoever. I can just be me because here there is nothing to fear----

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My phone alarm splits my vivid dream into fragments. I desperately want to go back to sleep, try to recollect the sense of peace that my dream was giving me, but I only have 10 minutes before Zane will emerge from the bathroom and tackle me out of bed. I push the dream out of my mind, ignoring the made-up purebred tiger that spared my life in those snowy woods. 

Throwing off the scratchy motel sheets, I quickly stretch out my sore legs before heading to the bathroom. I cringe when I look in the mirror. My normally smooth caramel skin is pale from lack of sun, my thick brown hair hangs in dark, unruly knots, and my eyes—a brilliant shade of violet—are shocking and unnatural in the light of day. They are a constant reminder of the "accident" that changed my life forever.

I am tired and stiff...but that's what I've come to expect from practically living on the streets for the past two months. But I deal with life as it comes. It was practically a relief two months ago when I turned eighteen and my foster parents kicked me out of the house, leaving me to fend for myself—which is just how I like it. I mean, I wasn't always so self-sufficient, but after the "accident" I had no choice but to start taking control of my own life, if only to save my own skin. 

The police claimed it was just an oversized cougar that attacked me in the woods outside my foster house. They said it was probably lost and got scared when I happened upon it in the woods. They have all these theories for why my eyes changed from a soft hazel to a bright violet practically overnight, and why I was suddenly in the best shape of my life when I should've been weak from the attack.

Only I know what really happened, and I haven't told anyone, not even my best friend Emma who I'd known since I was six years old. But I didn't have a choice—no one would believe me anyway. I mean I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't experienced it for myself. They would have called me crazy if I had told them that a homeless man had turned into a snow white tiger and pounced on me in the woods in the middle of a hot Colorado summer. I would've had a one-way ticket to the psychiatric ward before I could blink an eye. So naturally, I didn't tell a soul.

Until Zane found me, that is. He's become my best friend, the brother I always wished I had. I had only been on my own for two weeks before our fated meeting, and we haven't parted since. 

The first time I saw him was a shock. He was the first werecat, other than myself, that I had ever encountered. He was boyishly handsome with tousled platinum blond hair, big excited blue eyes, and a shit-eating grin on his angular face that made me grin right back at him. He looked to be close to my age, but then again werecats' ages are hard to pin—he could be centuries old for all I knew. I know now that he is only a few decades older than I am, which is relatively young compared to most werecats, but not to my modest 19 years.

It was that instinct of mine, the one I knew I could trust no matter what, that told me to let him help me. Let him teach me. It wasn't until later that I learned he was just as hungry for company as I was. For the first time in my life I had someone who I could tell anything to, who would understand me and wouldn't judge me for anything. It also helps that Zane "bats for the other team," if you know what I mean. 

Immature and enthusiastic, child-like almost to a fault, Zane wasn't hard to like. We clicked immediately and were soon watching each other's backs as if we had been doing it all our life. He's the only person in the world I'll let get away with calling me Edie instead of Eden, and only because he refuses to call me by any other name. 

It's a relief not to have to lie about my whole life anymore. Not to have to control these new animalistic urges that can come so suddenly and unexpectedly at any given moment. It's better this way—being with someone like me who only eats raw meat, and has the same obsession with running very fast for long periods of time. We are equals--both of us almost three times stronger than the average human male, and he isn't frightened when I lose my temper, which is quite often, and my nails sharpen and my canines lengthen and I can't help but growl. 

****

After spending seven hours on a stuffy bus, I follow Zane onto the bustling street in Portland, Maine and scent the air carefully to make sure there are no other werecats in the area. Zane leaves the scenting to me, since we have discovered that my sense of smell is much keener than his. 

Unfortunately age doesn't compare to genes. Not my genes of course, but the genes that were transferred to me when I was bitten by that homocidal homeless man. He must have been a very skilled werecat, psychotic and deranged, but skilled nonetheless. Doesn't change the fact that if we ever came face to face again, I would butcher him for ruining my life.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, urine, French fries, dog shit, but no werecats. Good.

I toss my scuffed canvas duffel bag over my shoulder, forgetting that a normal teenager of my stature wouldn't be able to carry such a cumbersome bag so casually. But I'm tired and distracted--all I can think about is finding a nice soft bed to curl up in for the rest of the day. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that oddly vivid dream I had last night--it haunts my thoughts and tingles in the back of my mind like a bud ready to finally bloom. It gives me an odd sense of deja vu, but I know I must be imagining it.

Zane and I have made a bad habit of sleeping throughout the day and prowling the nights either hunting as cats or working the night shifts at shitty jobs that no one else wants. I'm hoping that maybe we can find a job together at an obscure diner and just lay low until we know for sure that we're safe in Portland. We usually tend to cause a ruckus wherever we go, so this will be a new challenge--trying to lay low and not attract any attention whatsoever. 

I just finally want to be able to settle down and live my life, instead of having to constantly move around all the time. We both have high hopes for this city.



Eden Story 02



"Oh Marcus, can you believe it? Mistress Merrick is to hold a Ball." My Lady squealed like a young girl, holding the now crumpled invitation to her breast. 

"It is marvellous, my Lady."

"It says she is to exhibit a recently silver collared slave to serve as entertainment." She squealed again, spinning on her heels and sending her pink skirts spiralling. "Only two days to prepare. Who else shall be attending?"

"I have a list of names ready for your inspection."

"What shall I wear?"

"Your wardrobe is prepared with attire suitable for the event -- a formal, indoor affair I believe."

The girlish glee fell from Lady Leopold's face as she read further down the letter. "'The owner is permitted one slave of any collar to accompany them.' Only one! This is simply terrible. How can she force me to choose between my angels?"

I thought to suggest the newest slave in her collection. A boy of twenty, blond hair, blue eyes and well bred: George Breeston abandoned by his wealthy merchant father once his true nature to love and submit to both sexes was discovered. Only his father's position in society swapped the noose for mere disinheritance. Had Lady Leopold not found him, the rope would have been the kinder option.

He'd arrived at the household in a ruined suit, no doubt paid for at the expense of his father. He had been timid and well-mannered from the start, a little naïve and fearful of his desires. I gave thanks to whatever deity led him into Lady Leopold's path. Had a pimp or Molly House owner found him first they'd have exploited and soiled his sweet soul. Now wearing a green collar, he had been re-Christened Raziel.

"Marcus."

"Yes my Lady?"

"A competition is in order. Inform the trainers to prepare my boys for play and send them to the garden."

"Yes my Lady." I bowed and went to my work.

*

I am Marcus Tillston, attendant to Lady Leopold since my retirement from slavery. Poorly chosen, I lasted only three months until I took a trainer by force. Upon being discovered, with the man on his knees, servicing my cock as I beat his arse with his own belt, I was punished for a week: tied naked to a garden statue of Apollo, my wrists bound behind the God's neck, my feet balanced on his plinth and the discus with which he'd accidently killed his lover Hyacinth, lodged between my buttocks. I was repeatedly bought to the peak of ecstasy, but never allowed release, by visiting Lords and Ladies, trainers, servants and occasionally slaves for entertainment.

Twice more I seduced my trainers, bending the rules and their wills until they broke. I thought I had wanted to be dominated and found myself dominating. With my owner threatening to terminate my contract, Lady Leopold rescued me, offering me a reprieve. 

She allowed me to work as a trainer in her household. Highly unorthodox, but I climbed my way up quickly, surprisingly apt in my new employment. I became my Lady's personal attendant and head trainer. 

Her Ladyship had a contrastingly sweet, almost childlike, innocent appearance, disguising her sadistic nature very well. Her slaves were all male and loved and cared for as treasured pets. The abused or unfortunates or orphans, scared of their desires or shunned because of them, found safety and a place where their submission was celebrated.

I entered the servant's quarters. All downed tools and stood at my presence. "I need at least three trainers to take the boys on a walk. Her Ladyship is expecting them in the garden."

"Yes sir."

*

"My Lady, your angels approach."

Under the shade of a fruiting apple tree, Lady Leopold sat straighter in her seat and rested her drink down on the small, round table at her side and watched as her boys and their trainers ascended the lawn. Wearing nothing but leashes attached to their collars, the ten slaves crawled elegantly beside and behind one another. Only their downcast eyes prevented them from looking like a pack of wolves, all beautiful, fit and well groomed. They were trained equally, but their individual experiences and skills as a slave showed in who followed who up the lawn and which colour collar they wore. 

Lady Leopold gestured to the trainers who unclipped each of the leashes one by one, then bowed and retreated. Not to the house, but out of sight should my Lady have need of them.

"Ah, my beautiful angels," My Lady held out her hands and her boys surrounded her feet, kissing and licking her fingers, palms and wrists. Michael, tall when stood, had chocolate brown hair that matched his dark eyes, hard muscles rippling from head to toe and nipples as dark as his cock. He wore a silver collar, the highest class of slavery. He bent and kissed her Ladyship's slippers under her skirts. She swatted away his attentions with a giggle. He snuck my Lady a secret smile before returning his gaze to the grass staining his knees.

My Lady sat back and absently stroked the curly, strawberry blond head of Gabriel and addressed them all. "My dear beauties, I have marvellous news. Mistress Merrick will be opening her house to hold a Ball in honour of a slave reaching silver collar status. Though it pains me dearly, only one of you can attend by my side. I thought we could hold a little contest."

The boys stayed silent in their submission, but I observed Uriel's Adam's apple bounce as he swallowed and Raphael's beautiful arse flex with anticipation.

Lady Leopold reached beneath one of her many skirts and unfastened a velvet draw string purse. She revealed a white marble, little larger than a quail egg and rolled it between her fingers. She smile wickedly and threw it. It landed mere metres away, clearly visible in the vast sea of green.

"Fetch."

Michael was first to react, turning and hurrying on his hands and knees with as much grace as possible. The others scrambled after him. They fought hard to reach him, Raziel at the rear of the pack. Michael won, picking the marble up with his teeth. He returned it to my Lady, dropping it into her offered hand. He panted open mouthed as she kissed his cheek. The rest of the Brotherhood returned to my Lady's side.

"Raziel." The fledgling slave flinched then went to kneel before my Lady. "Turn around and put your face to the floor."

Raziel kissed the grass and spread his legs giving my Lady a perfect view of his swaying balls, hard cock and twitching anus. My Lady pressed the saliva slick marble into him.

She threw another and this time the boys ran without instruction. Raziel gave chase as hard as the others, but as he neared the front Haniel, a black collared slave, crashed against him and they both fell to the ground. Ariel, who wore a red collar, one level up from Raziel, took the bead. As the last to return again, Raziel was forced to spread his legs and receive another marble. 

The next landed in the grass and the boys fought more fiercely. Azrael took the lead and won his prize. Raziel turned quickly to stay ahead of the others. Gabriel, who wore silver like Michael, grasped the boy's ankle and he fell on his stomach with a yelp. The third marble was pushed inside him.

Another. Jophiel blocked Raziel for his fellow red collared slave, Remiel, to race to his marble. Again. The three silver collared slaves formed a wall to trap Raziel allowing Uriel, the third black wearing slave, to collect his marble. 

I saw the pattern emerging. Raziel was a beautiful new toy, but unlike Lady Leopold, the boys had not yet played with him. They were working together to ensure his disgrace, anticipating his punishment. My Lady's boys were clever. 

Eventually, Raphael, the third silver slave, took the last bead, leaving poor, beaten Raziel lying on his belly where Michael had pushed him down. The boy panted his way over and sat beside the already awaiting slaves. 

My Lady petted Azrael's shaggy black hair, combing it free from his black collar. "Raziel, come." 

Though defeated, Raziel went to my Lady with grace and spread his legs again. His chest heaved under her gaze. She pushed the ninth bead inside him. He sat back on his heels, his buttocks clenching. 

"My beautiful boy, after today you will strive to never disappoint me again. As punishment my boys will have their first taste of you." A shiver of excitement ran through the kneeling angels. "But first," she placed a silver dish from the table to the lawn, "you have to return my gifts. Marcus."

At first I didn't react, surprised that she had said my name at all. "My Lady?"

She offered me a leather strap. "If you would be so kind,"

"Of course my Lady," I took the strap and approached the kneeling boy. I grasped the back of his neck and spun him, forcing his face to the ground once more, allowing my Lady and her angels to feast their eyes on the perfect view. With a light slap of the strap on each thigh he spread his legs further.

Raising the length of leather high, I readied for the first hit. Raziel's breathing stopped and I waited for him to exhale. His chest filled and I let the strap fall. The strike on his flexing arse forced the first marble to be expelled from his body. With a clang that echoed through the grounds, the marble hit the metal dish. Raziel's cheeks glowed red in his humiliation and the effort to supress his cry of pain.

The strap fell again, crossing the red line that had already marked his skin. A second bead hit and rolled around the dish. Raziel whimpered into the grass. I branded his left buttock with three more lashes. Three marbles hit the silver dish with a resonating clang after each lash landed. Raziel gnawed on his lower lip and tears stained his cheeks. 

I moved to the right and beat the other buttock as mercilessly as the first. His chest heaved with the effort to release the marbles. With two more remaining within him and his strength failing I put more effort in my beating. It took three lashes in succession before the next marble hit the dish. 

The last proved the most difficult and I felt my muscles begin to strain. The lattice pattern glowing on his reddened behind was beautiful. He could no longer withhold his voice and screamed as the strap marred his skin. His curls were plastered to his sweat soaked skin. His body lurched and writhed trying to escape the strap. Three more lashes and the final marble was purged from him and he collapsed onto the lawn.

Panting I placed the strap on the table and flexed my tired arm. Light perspiration dampened my shirt.

"Here Marcus," My Lady produced a leather band from her purse and offered it to me. I bowed and went back to Raziel. He didn't struggle as I wrapped and tightened the leather around the base of his engorged cock, but whimpered when my hands left his inflamed skin.

"You shall not find release until your Brotherhood is satisfied." My Lady declared.

Michael was first to rise, his cock jutting out high before him. He stood proud over the cowering green collared slave, lifted Raziel's chin and kissed his mouth. Raziel responded at once. Being intimately touched by a man for the first time since his training begun, Raziel welcomed Michael's tongue in their first shared kiss. 

Michael broke it first and stroked his thumb over the lips he'd wet. Parting Raziel's lips, Michael pressed the head of his cock through them. Raziel swallowed him down like a man staved. Uriel settled behind Raziel and parted the boy's buttocks and licked the length of the crevice before feasting on the boy's convulsing hole.

Gabriel and Raphael lay on their backs and shuffled under either side of Raziel. Gagged by Michael's cock, Raziel couldn't let out his scream of pleasure as Raphael took the hard, dangling balls into his mouth and Gabriel the tortured cock. Azrael and Ariel began to torture his pale pointed nipples with mouth, teeth and tongue. He squirmed and writhed under their treatment.

Michael took over Raziel's bobbing head, grabbing fistfuls of golden hair, he proceeded fucking Raziel's mouth. His eyes flicked from Raziel's tear streaked face to Lady Leopold re-crossing her legs. Trained to prolong orgasm until his owner wished, Michael could have fucked Raziel's throat until it was raw. Instead he allowed himself to climax, grunting and dirtying the kneeling fledgling's mouth and face. Michael kissed the swollen lips once again before returning to his Mistress' side.

Michael went to his knees and kissed Lady Leopold's slipper. This time she allowed him to continue. He gave her that charming, secret smile again before disappearing under her ballooning, pale pink skirts. Nothing in her facial expression changed, but she wet her lips and set her jaw as Michael began feasting between her thighs.

Haniel quickly replaced Michael. Raziel gagged loudly on the long cock as Uriel slid into his welcoming backside. Fresh tears spilled from Raziel's eyes as Uriel's hips slammed against his inflamed, branded flesh. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the grounds, mixed with the crying moans gurgling from Raziel's cock filled throat.

Like Michael, Haniel let his seed cover the kneeling slave, messing his blond hair. Uriel drove hard and shuddered until his semen filled and dripped from Raziel. He retreated and Raphael took Uriel's place, flipping Raziel on his back, giving the other angels easier access to torment his nipples and reddening erection. Remiel straddled Raziel's face, feeding him his cock. Remiel and Raphael kissed each other as they fucked opposite orifices of Raziel's body.

Soon Raphael was thrusting his climax into Raziel, letting his satisfaction be known in a succession of roaring blasphemies and curses, at which my Lady giggled. Remiel held Raziel's legs high for the next angel to fill the space between. Gabriel knelt and entered Raziel's dripping whole, a primal growl erupting from his chest. He played with Raphael's nipples as Raphael thrust deep and shuddered, letting Raziel taste his seed and breathe hard around the cock in his mouth and the balls blocking his nose. Raziel swallowed, his mouth over flowing, saliva and semen splattering his face. His eyes had glazed over and he held his mouth open, awaiting the next violation. 

Each of the boys took their turn inside him. His face was streaked with tears. He sobbed through the pain of his bound cock and full balls. Damp hair clung to his face. His chest heaved and his legs trembled. The boys positioned him as they pleased, spreading his legs and driving his back hard into the ground or forcing his weakened thighs to ride atop them. Ariel was particularly cruel and suckled hard on Raziel's blood red cock while the others took their turn. 

I'm not sure how many times Michael's clever tongue brought my Lady to orgasm, I lost count after three, but she let him continue while she watched her new angel submit to his Brotherhood.

I must admit I was unashamed by my obvious arousal, not an unusual sight in such a household. I would challenge any man or woman to watch such a beautiful display of flesh collide and connect and not feel anything. The precision in which they moulded together to make a new whole was beautiful. Using all and every means to sexually torment Raziel, pulling and biting at his nipples, teasing and licking his darkened cock, fondling and tugging his balls. His skin was darkened and patterned with purpling bite marks. 

Azrael was last to penetrate his newest Brother. Both on their knees, Azrael pulled Raziel's arms back so his chest was flush to the boy's back and his cock buried balls deep inside him. Lady Leopold finally gestured to me. I bowed to my Lady and went to the tortured slave and loosened to band fastened to his cock. 

With his sentence carried out to its full extent, his hands moved to his painfully hard erection, but retreated when Lady Leopold snapped her fingers. Tears fell silently down his face and he bit his lower lip to stifle his sobs. Each limb vibrated with exhaustion, his arse clenched and flexed around Azrael's impaling cock.

I was reminded of my punishment, my time spent wanting more than anything to end my suffering by the complete abandon of my long awaited climax or to die in the arms of my jailors. Either would have bought sweet relief. But I knew that the longer Raziel resisted the more glorious his euphoria would be, not just by his momentous orgasm or by pleasing his Mistress, but by the surpassing of another barrier in his training: complete abandon and total loss of control, accepting humiliation in front of his Mistress and her slaves, being bought a level even lower than his fellow slaves. 

Her Ladyship's own body trembled. She sucked in her lips and pressed her eyelids shut as her latest orgasm vibrated through her. Only now did Michael retreat from under my Lady's skirts, licking his lips pointedly before re-joining his Brotherhood at her feet.

Lady Leopold straightened in her seat and rearranged her skirts, hiding any evidence of Michael's activities. She looked over her angels for a moment then said, "Jophiel, won't you help your Brother Raziel."

"Yes Milady." He bowed to her and crawled to Raziel. Jophiel had been named well: the Beauty of God. My Lady kept his straight black hair long, growing passed his shoulder blades. His lineage was questionable as his skin glowed with traces of oriental blood, but his eyes were as green as the grass surrounding him. 

He set his beautiful, full lips to work, kissing Raziel's blood filled cock. He sucked and licked at the tender skin and stroked the shaft. Raziel's bucking hips he thrust his cock into Jophiel's warm, open mouth and rode hard on Azrael's length.

Within minutes Raziel was screaming through his orgasm, ripping mine and everyone else's eardrums to shreds. Azrael held him tighter as his fluids filled Raziel's insides. The two collapsed into a heap. Jophiel swallowed down Raziel' hot seed and licked his lips, breaking the wet, white thread that connected them. He returned to my Lady's side. Ariel kissed his mouth deeply, sharing the taste of Raziel's semen before my Lady separated them with a snap of her fingers.

"Raziel, come." With his chest still heaving and his limbs trembling, Raziel crawled to his Mistress and sat back on his heels, knees apart and eyes down. "Will you disappoint me again Raziel?"

"No Milady." His dry voice trembled.

"Will you seek to please me with all your being?"

"Yes Milady."

"Did you enjoy your Brothers?"

He sucked in his lower lip, as though still tasting them all on his tongue, "Yes Milady." 

She smiled and directed her attention to the others, "And did you all enjoy Raziel, my angels?"

"Yes Milady." The boys answered in unison.

"You are very loved Raziel." Lady Leopold said, addressing just him. She kissed both his eyelids, smiling with girlish glee once more. "Now congratulations to Michael for being the fastest to retrieve his marble. He shall be attending Mistress Merrick's Ball with me.

"Marcus, send word to Mistress Merrick that I accept her invitation. Tell her what transpired here today. No doubt she will love to hear of it."

"Yes my Lady." I went to my duties quickly, before relieving the pent up pressure in my balls, pumping my cock hard until I came thinking of beautiful, beaten Raziel.



Eden



I WANT TO ONCE AGAIN THANK MY EDITOR "WIRES" FOR HIS EDITING AND IDEAS ON THIS STORY. HIS EFFORTS MAKE MY SUBMISSIONS MUCH BETTER AND MORE READABLE.

*****

Three weeks after Baghdad was taken things were still dangerous but were calming down somewhat. Platoon Sergeant (PSG) Thomas Simms was with his Platoon Leader 2Lt (Second Lieutenant) Marvin Paul inspecting checkpoints his platoon were responsible for when once again they found themselves in the middle of a hot zone. A large Russian truck with Iraq Army markings was roaring toward the checkpoint. Instead of slowing down as they neared the check point the large truck actually increased its speed. Dust was billowing out behind the vehicle. The engine was roaring as the truck bore down on the flimsy barrier across the road.

PSG Simms jerked his head around when he heard the engine roar increase in volume. His soldiers watched in surprise for a moment. Just as he started to tell them to fire on the truck they began to move and took it under fire. Now his attention turned to his young inexperienced Platoon Leader. Like an idiot the young lieutenant stepped to the side of the road and held his arms up to signal the truck to stop. PSG Simms began running toward the LT. He yelled, "Lieutenant, get down. The LT just glanced over his shoulder for a moment at his running PSG then turned his attention back to the speeding truck. PSG Simms watched in horror as the blossom of rifle fire came from the truck. He yelled at the lieutenant once again, "Sir! GET DOWN!"

The lieutenant had only been with the unit for three days and was thinking with his stateside brain in spite of the training he received. He looked at the PSG once again with a puzzled expression. Finally his brain understood the situation. A look of horror and comprehension covered his face. He started to move away from the road toward cover. His mouth opened to say something when he was hit. He stumbled back and fell to the ground where he lay unmoving.

PSG Simms turned to the remainder of his section and said, "You know the drill. Take those rag headed bastards out now. Immediately, an increased amount of rifle fire reached out to the truck. At first it held its line of travel then the driver slumped over the wheel and the truck veered off the road and nosed into a two story building. When it came to a stop the cab was inside the building and debris had fallen all around it.

PSG Simms looked around and motioned some of his soldiers to approach the truck to verify all the combatants were neutralized. He felt some trepidation when he saw his assistant platoon sergeant SSG Samantha Peters stand and motion to two of her section. She led them toward the truck. PSG Simms watched in admiration as she maneuvered her soldiers toward the objective. They were doing it right. She moved herself and her men from cover to cover, her head always moving, checking for threats. He felt his cock twitch when he saw the absolutely perfect ass and legs flex and move what he knew was a superior body toward her objective.

No, there was nothing physical between the two senior NCO'S of the platoon but there could have been. They were close friends and spent as much time together as the job and regulations allowed. They both suspected there could be something wonderful between them if regulations didn't prohibit them dating. These two were, after all, good soldiers. They did their job well, followed the regulations and expected others to do the same. No, there was nothing between them except unrequited desire, deep respect, friendship and a longing for more. At times, when it was acceptable for them to interact socially they did so with gusto. At company parties and other military mandated social meetings they spent much of their time together. They were a team on duty and knew what the other was thinking. That carried over to social occasions. They were comfortable together in all situations.

Both PSG Simms and SSG Peters were alone, some said loners, even haters of the opposite sex. It had not always been that way for PSG Simms. There were two failed serious relationships and one failed marriage in his past. After the divorce he tried one more time for a serious relationship but when it failed he decided no more. He couldn't go through the pain and suffering of another cheating bitch. Married life and the Army just didn't mix well, especially in today's environment of frequent long deployments.

PSG Simms mentally shook himself. He knew he was allowing his mind to drift dangerously. His attention to the tactical situation had become dangerously poor. He began to pull himself back to the present when he heard Sam yell, "Hey, Sarge. You need to come see this shit."

Simms looked up and saw his soldiers at their posts. The Check Point (CP) was manned, the soldiers were attentive. A medic was tending to the downed LT. The two men who accompanied SSG Peters were on guard at the sides of the truck while she went through the vehicle to identify the contents. One of the first things to be checked for was explosives. Simms felt his stomach lurch when he heard Sam call out. Crap, he thought. She's got a bomb. He was already planning troop dispositions if they had to relocate until the bomb was safed by EOD.

Simms walked rapidly but safely up to the truck and climbed inside to kneel beside SSG Peters. He looked at her first and said, "What cha got, Sam?"

She looked up at him in shock and licked her lips. She almost whispered, "Money, Tom. Bags and boxes of U.S. hundred dollar bills and more cases of hundred Euro bills. There's a fortune in this truck."

PSG Simms looked down at the containers in awe as Sam opened them and showed him the money. "Jesus," he whispered. The brass will shit when they see this. You watch this while I set better security and call it in."

Simms dropped from the truck and moved to the check point. He motioned the Corporal over and gave him instructions for tightening security. He called all the soldiers who were not actually manning the CP and sent them to form a better perimeter security without telling the Corporal why. He glanced again at the medic working on the LT to verify he was taken care of. Now he needed to call the brass. He jumped into the command Hummer and made the call asking for more security and the Company Commander. He didn't want to tell them why he needed more men so only reported the attack and injuries, requesting Dustoff (helicopter medical evacuation) for the LT.

After the radio call Simms moved the Hummer closer to the truck and CP. He sent the two guards away and he and Samantha took up the guard duties for the money and truck. Tom stood thinking about his life and future. His retirement papers were already turned in. He would retire from the Army with almost 21 years of service about five weeks after the unit returned to the states. His mind wandered to the money once again. Did he want to endanger not only his retirement but his very freedom and do something stupid?

Contrary to policy Sam wandered over beside Tom. She glanced at him briefly then at the truck and licked her lips. She said, "Damn, that's a lot of cash. My god, what someone could do with all that. Where do you think it all came from and where were they taking it?"

"Good questions, Sam. I know where I would like to take it and what I'd like to do with it."

Sam grinned up at him and gave him a hip but. Her eyes sparkled and she licked her lips before letting out a silent, "Yeah. FUCK, I'd like to have a bag of that. I've only got about eighteen months to go and I'm putting my papers in. I've had it with this army shit. I want to find me a man to love and make some babies. A bag of that money would sure make that easier." She looked at Tom from under her tilted head and continued, "You ever think about getting married and settling down?"

"Oh, yeah. Been there, done that, have the T-shirt. She couldn't take the army and cheated on me. She laughed when I caught her and took off with her lover. She never spoke to me from then until I divorced her and I haven't seen her since. I had a couple close calls in addition to the short marriage but they didn't take. You?"

"About the same. Got engaged once to another soldier. He couldn't keep it in his pants. Had a couple three others I got pretty close to. Lived with them for a while but it just wasn't right, ya know? Maybe after I get out. I hope so."

Sam moved off to the other side of the truck to watch from there. Tom stood watching his surroundings and thinking. He moved over to the truck and looked inside again. He really didn't think. He climbed into the truck and threw three of the bags of money out. One had Euros inside the other two were full of $100 bills. There were still five cases in the truck. He quickly took some money from the five cases inside and partially filled three bags to replace the ones he threw out. That returned the count to eight once again albeit ones with less money in each than they originally contained.

Simms quickly picked up the bags and moved to his Hummer. He buried the bags underneath the equipment he and the Lieutenant carried in the back. Unless it was searched the bags were not visible. Tom felt a surge of fear at what he had done. If he was caught it was court martial, loss of his pension, and probably prison. He almost took the bags out and put them back into the truck. He was actually walking toward the Hummer to do so when that option was taken out of his hands. His Company Commander drove up with the reinforcements.

When PSG Simms reported to the CO and showed him the money the Captain was shocked. He quickly organized the removal of the money. PSG Simms and SSG Peters stood watching the detail move the containers of money to the Captain's vehicle. After the money and injured were evacuated SSG Peters turned to look at PSG Simms. He was watching as the CP returned to normal.

SSG Peters moved closer to PSG Simms and said quietly, "Those containers didn't look as full when the Captain took them as they did when I first found them. I thought we watched the truck pretty closely. Do you think someone got into the stash?"

Simms felt his gut clench. He looked in the direction the Captain was driving and said, "I really didn't notice. Since we didn't count the money it would be really hard to tell for sure if any was missing, though. I suspect we'd better just keep our mouths shut about all this. It's way above our pay grade."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sure would like to have a bit of that though. All that cash could make retirement a lot smoother dontcha know?"

The two NCO's looked at each other then returned to the business at hand. Neither mentioned the money again until three days later.

Three days after the Captain took the money a rumor went around the compound. The rumor was that three bags of money were found in a truck that tried to drive through a check point. When SSG Peters heard the rumor she found an opportunity to talk to PSG Simms. "Did you hear they found three bags of money in the truck that tried to break our CP? Do you believe that? Are they putting out misinformation or did someone take the money do you think?"

"No idea. I know I got a receipt for all five, uh, all eight containers from the C O. What happened after that I can't say."

Sam looked at Tom and furrowed her brow. "What do you mean all five cases?"

"I just misspoke. I was thinking of the rumor and doing poor math in my head is all." He rummaged in his desk and pulled a receipt from it showing he turned over five cases and three bags of money, amount unknown, to the Captain. "See, here's the receipt. Now, you ok?"

Sam looked at Tom a moment and gave him an appraising look, then smiled. "Yeah, I'm ok Sarge. It sure looks like there's something fishy going on though. Well, I gotta get back to the ol' grind." She gave him a searching look, a serious look. Just before she walked off she said, "Tom, I need you to be real careful now. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you. I know you're retiring as soon as we get back stateside. You don't want to do anything to fuck that up." She smiled and continued, "If you need any help with anything you let me know. I have some ideas on how to return things to the states in a secure manner." After giving Tom a searching look Sam turned and walked from his office.

PSG Simms heaved a sigh of relief when Samantha disappeared from his sight. He was more nervous than he normally was in a firefight. He still hadn't figured out what to do with the money. Or, more specifically, he hadn't decided how to get the money home without getting caught. He had several ideas but hadn't settled on the method or methods he would use to attempt smuggling the funds back to the states.

PSG Simms finally decided to use several methods to smuggle the funds into the states hoping if one stash was found others wouldn't be. His main worry was the Euros. He thought he might be able to explain away the U S money if it was found. He put the Euros inside two spare tires on vehicles being returned to the states for the unit. More money was secreted one packet deep in false bottoms of old style wooden foot lockers going back inside a conex assigned to the unit. Some of the money he actually placed inside the linings of his personal clothing and protective armor.

PSG Simms kept track of his stashes after the unit and its equipment returned to Ft. Bragg. The money in his personal gear and possessions was not discovered by the customs inspection done before leaving the Mideast. He carefully removed those funds from his gear and took them off base to his home. That part of the money was safely hidden in a safe deposit box. He had $150,000.00 in cool cash already and was completely free of detection so far. Now, did he want to go after the remaining funds stored in more dangerous locations?

The next funds Tom recovered were those shipped in the false bottoms of cases bound for his Platoon offices. The first night after they were placed in the Platoon office he removed the false bottoms and took those funds home. He was a nervous wreck as he worked in the office and later when he carried the duffel bag of money to his vehicle. He kept waiting for a voice to tell him to halt and put his hands up. It never came. When he approached the gate off post his stomach knotted once again. He felt as if he was going to throw up. He almost had an accident from his sudden relaxation when he exited the base unstopped. His vision actually blurred and dimmed from the release of tension.

Once again the recovered funds were hidden in his home for a few days. Another $350,000.00 was safely added to his stash. He placed these funds in a safe deposit box in a different bank from the one he used before. Now the only funds he had to recover were the Euros in the tires. Those would be the most difficult to recover and the most dangerous. He was not authorized inside the motor pool during non-work hours and it was normally much too busy a place to break down the tire and recover the loot during duty hours.

Tom had almost decided to forgo recovering the Euros when fate stepped in and handed him a golden opportunity. One of his young soldiers mother died and he was authorized emergency leave to return home for the services. The notification came near the end of the work day. Simms took the call and told the LT he was going to personally pick up the soldier and get him on his way. Since this was army business during working hours Simms had the motor pool dispatch a Hummer to him for the unpleasant task. 

When PSG Simms entered the motor pool he walked up to the dispatcher and said, "I need a Hummer dispatched to me personally. I have to pick up a soldier going on emergency leave. I also want to do an inspection of one of my squad's vehicles at the same time. Could you dispatch bumper number C22 or C24?" Both of the requested Hummers had Euros stashed in the spare tire so either would do. Since the requested vehicles were assigned to his platoon there was no question about the dispatch. The Dispatcher completed the paperwork on C22 and dispatched it to him with no question. 

Simms drove back to his platoon office and stopped beside his truck. He took a duffel bag from the truck with a lumpy object inside. He placed the bag inside the hummer. He rapidly drove to a secluded area and stopped. He quickly released the pressure from the tire and used the on vehicle tool set to break the bead. He pulled the cash from the tire and placed it in a duffel bag he had brought with him. Next he pulled a small air compressor from the vehicle, hooked it to the electrical system and reinflated the tire. 

Once again the recovery of the money went undetected. At the current exchange rate the recovered Euros added another $160,000 to Tom's stash. Now he had $660,000. If he could recover the money in the other tire he would have about $820,000 in cool hard cash. Even if he couldn't find a way to invest that money and he had to keep it in cash he could live well on it and his pension. At least he could live well if he ever got to draw his pension. He had to stay out of prison to do that.

For the next ten days Tom lived in constant fear of arrest. All at once it was time to clear post, turn in his army property and return to civilian life. Since clearing post was a military function he took the opportunity to drive the one remaining Hummer with his cash stash still in the tire. Once again he recovered the money without getting caught. Tom heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed somewhat. Finally the day he looked forward to arrived. His retirement day was upon him. He went through the ceremony and made the rounds of his friends shaking hands and slapping backs. He was proud of his career. He was embarrassed with himself for stealing the money then smuggling it back into the states. He was excited with the possibilities the large balance of money opened for him.

The last person PSG Simms talked to before driving off was SSG Peters. She walked with him to his truck as he prepared to leave the post for the last time. The two friends stood beside the truck and visited for several minutes. Finally Tom said, "Well, I suppose I need to get this show on the road. I know I have all the time I need and there's no deadline but I feel pushed to get on down the road."

Sam touched Tom's forearm and stepped closer to him. Her breasts were almost touching his abdomen. She looked into his eyes and said, "You actually pulled it off, didn't you? I kept expecting to come to work one morning and hear you were in the stockade."

Tom felt his knees weaken. He opened his mouth to say something. Sam said urgently, "Don't. You don't need to deny anything or to admit anything. We both know what I'm talking about. In a way I wish I had the guts to do what you and whoever else it was did. I'd love to know how much you made off with. Good luck, Tom. I hope you keep in touch. Maybe we can get together next year when I retire. I'll really miss you."

Sam turned and walked rapidly away from Tom. Tom yelled, "Hey, Sam. When you get out I expect you to come see me before you find that man and make those babies. I really want to see you again. I'll keep you posted on how the retirement's going and where I land." 

Tom got into his nearly new F150 and closed the door. He sat behind the wheel feeling the fear and shakes drain from his body. How had she known? He knew she knew what he did. She was too positive in her statement. And she hadn't turned him in. What did she want? Did she want anything? Did he want to do what she asked and stay in touch? Wouldn't that just make it easier for her to cause him trouble? No, probably not. The Army would know where he was forever because of his retirement check. SHIT!

Finally Tom started his truck and drove off the post for the last time. He took three days on the trip home. He was returning to the same small town he grew up in and left 21 years previously. He was 39 years old and starting over. He had no one to share his life with, no job and no place to call home. His parent's had sold his boyhood home and moved to a senior complex several years before so he couldn't stay with them even if he wanted to. He was excited and complacent at the same time. He was looking forward to living his own life to his own timetable. Currently he had no plans for his future. 




Eden



All the "liberated" money was stashed inside the frame of his truck. He and a friend had boxed the frame in and installed lockable doors to secure the cash. Then they tack welded a plate over the end of the frame to hide the locked door. Of course the friend hadn't known why they were doing the work on the truck. He accepted Tom's statement that he wanted to strengthen the frame for some heavy hauling and 4 wheeling after he retired.

Tom arrived in his home town in mid afternoon three days after leaving Ft. Bragg. He had a very pleasant reunion with his parents and other family that night. The next morning, after a leisurely breakfast and more visiting, Tom drove into town and stopped at a real estate office. He knew what he wanted and wasn't going to settle for less.

Two weeks later Tom and his real estate agent found exactly what he wanted. They found a twenty acre plot of ground twelve miles from town on Big Sugar Creek. There was a rough dirt road running past the acreage. The trail onto the place was so rough Tom's truck could just barely make it down it. There was a small meadow of perhaps three acres. The rest of the land was covered in woods and brush. He would own almost a quarter mile of stream front. There was a sharp curve in the stream about midway past his land where it ran into a sandstone bluff. The hole in the bend of the stream was fifteen or twenty feet deep next to the bluff. Across from the bluff was a nice gravel bar. The stream was full of fish. There were bass, some crappie, perch, goggle eye, blue gill, and various other species of fish.

There were no buildings on the property but there were several good places to build a home. After the negotiations were completed Tom managed to purchase the land for $60,000. He paid $10,000 down and obtained a loan for the rest. He didn't want to raise interest by paying cash even though he could have easily done that.

After the land was purchased Tom made a camp on the gravel bar and began unwinding. He spent almost all his time on his land. He walked it several times crisscrossing it repeatedly to familiarize himself with its features. During his walks he looked for the perfect place to build the small home he wanted.

Finally Tom settled on the site for his home. There was a small hill just upstream from the deep hole in the bend of the stream. The hill sloped gently down to the gravel bar on which Tom camped. He decided to build an earth shelter home into the side of the hill. He made sure he placed his home well above the highest possible high water mark then began laying out the house, a garage and yard. Best of all the building site he selected was only about thirty feet from the clearing where he intended to raise a large garden for most of his vegetables. Eventually he planned to raise his own beef, pork and chickens and become as self sufficient as he could.

Since he was retired and had nothing except time Tom intended to do all the work himself on his new home and out buildings. Tom used his father's chain saw and cut the few trees that had to be removed and made them into firewood to burn in his wood stove after his home was completed. After the brush and trees were cleared from his building sites Tom went into town and purchased a used back hoe to dig his house out of the hillside. He paid cash for it. During the process of digging the house into the small hill he removed all the stumps from the trees that he cut earlier. He also used the back hoe to improve his driveway and carry creek gravel to pave it with.

After the house was dug out of the hillside Tom moved gravel to cover the bottom of the cut. He made sure to put his water and sewer lines in the gravel then covered everything with plastic for a vapor barrier. He also placed lateral pipe outside the inner walls next to the hill and ran drain pipes underneath the house to keep the water out of his home. Next he built his forms for the poured concrete walls and floor. Rebar and rewire were laid and fastened together. Tom hired several neighbors and friends of his family to help him pour and finish the concrete.

On the day of the pour the men worked until they were exhausted. Finally after six p.m. they were done. Tom and his three helpers stood drinking a well deserved beer and looked at their days work. Tom had the walls for an earth shelter home sheltered on two sides by the hillside facing more or less to the southeast. About the middle of the structure there was a 45 degree corner to conform to the hillside. His house would be 24 feet deep by 24 long on each back side of the structure. The two front sides were 36 feet in length thus making his home a total of 1440 square feet when completed. As soon as the forms could come off they would pour the floors.

While the walls and floor of his home cured Tom hired a well drilled and ordered the lumber he would need to complete his home. During that time he also built a pole building to store his back hoe and other tools in. Part of the building was partitioned off to serve as a barn for his stock and a chicken house for his future chickens.

After the forms came off the walls Tom covered the outside of the walls with thick tar then put more gravel over the lateral pipe before back filling against the walls. After the walls were completed Tom accepted delivery of the lumber for the front, interior and roof of his home. Once again he paid cash for the material. By purchasing it a small truck load at a time at different lumber yards he was able to safely move some of his stash into the economy once again.

Tom built the roof of his home in such a manner that he had a twelve foot deep covered porch all across the front of the structure. He put gutters along the rear to drain much of the water away from the back of his house and reduce the chances of seepage into the structure. He had a master bedroom with walk in closet and master bath on the east. His living room ran across the front of the structure with a second bedroom and bath behind it against the hillside. On the west of the south facing leg of the house were the kitchen, utility room and dining area. He had a standalone three bay garage attached to the porch with a covered walkway. He put a hot tub on the porch just outside his bedroom with a door from the bedroom to the hot tub area. He enclosed this end of the porch so he could use the tub in the winter.

All these projects took a year to complete. Tom did all the work himself except when a job required more than one person for safety reasons. He was able to use his back hoe to lift the trusses into place and lift heavy items so hired help was kept to a minimum. All during his project he kept in touch with Samantha Peters. The first few times he contacted her was via e-mail but then for some reason he began phoning her. Their conversations became longer and more personal as the year progressed. Tom found himself looking forward to their once or twice weekly phone calls and occasional e-mails. Finally, thirteen months after he retired, Samantha drove into Tom's yard over the much improved private lane onto his property.

Tom was prepared to meet her as a friend and fellow soldier. When she stepped from her truck he stopped in awe. She was wearing short shorts and a loose blouse. It was obvious she wore no bra. Her hair was almost shoulder length and pulled back into a pony tail. She trotted toward Tom grinning hugely.

When she got close enough instead of holding her hand out for a shake she wrapped her arms around Tom and hugged him before stepping back. He looked down and up her body and said, "Damn, woman. I always suspected you were hiding something under that uniform but this is way beyond my expectations."

Sam grinned and gave him a mock curtsy then said, "Thank you Platoon Sergeant." Her grin was replaced by a more serious expression and she asked, "And how have you been since I last saw you?" She held up her hand and continued, "I know from your phone calls and e-mails you've been busy building this beautiful little Eden. I want to know how you're handling retirement. Have you made peace with yourself over what we did in Iraq? I still have nightmares sometimes and I worry."

As they caught up with each other Tom and Samantha slowly walked around the yard looking at the landscaping and workmanship of the construction. After a quick circuit Tom offered her a beer. They sat on his porch drinking the beer and visiting while they looked over the quietly flowing stream. Finally Sam looked at Tom and said, "I hope you didn't use any money on this place you can't account for. The army's still hunting for the missing money from that truck. Somewhere they found a load sheet and know approximately how much was in it. For a while it looked as if Captain Crow was going to be accused of taking it but he managed to deflect that suspicion. Most of the investigators feel like Iraqi nationals embezzled or stole the missing amounts. The investigation is on the back burners now, but as far as I know it's still open."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about Sam. I'm an all American man here. I am mortgaged up to my eyeballs on this place. I did almost all the work myself so only spent about half what it would have cost most people but there is not one penny in this place I didn't earn myself the hard way."

"Good. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, Tom."

Tom and Sam spent the next week reconnecting and enjoying life. They were both used to exercising so she ran and lifted with him the mornings he did. She even helped him work in his garden and went with him once to a cemetery where he used his back hoe to dig a grave and fill it. After his house was completed he kept the back hoe and went into business using it to dig graves, water lines and construction foundations. He almost had more business than he wanted after it got around how good he was with the machine. Now he was picking and choosing the work he did so he could have the free time he wanted.

The morning Sam planned to leave, both of the retired soldiers were sad. She delayed her departure as long as she could. They were sitting on the front porch saying their good byes when Tom sighed. He looked at Sam and said, "You know, Sam, I really don't want you to go. Can't you stay? You don't have anywhere you have to be do you?"

"No, I don't really. I need to go back home and see my parents, but that is all I have to do. I haven't got a job to go to or any other appointments. I know I need to find a job but I don't even know where I want to settle down. I'm pretty sure I don't want to live in my old home town. I couldn't wait to get away when I joined the Army and I haven't found anything there to draw me back the few times I've been home on leave. Why?"

"Sam, I want you to stay here. I enjoy having you around and can't think of how lonesome this place will be when you go."

"But I can't just freeload on you forever, Tom. I need to find a job, get a place of my own and settle down."

"The place next to mine is for sale. Its 20 acres like this one is but it isn't on the stream. You would only be about half a mile from it though. They even want less because there's no stream frontage. It does front on the highway, though. You drove past the end of it when you came down the dirt road to my place here."

"That would be nice, but how would I pay for it? I don't have enough for a down payment. Is there a house on it? Where would I live?"

"Well, you could live here with me or we could build you something. As for the money, yeah, I think you can swing the purchase and so forth. Wait here just a minute."

Tom rose from his chair and disappeared around the side of his house. Sam heard the garage door open and close. She waited for several minutes then finally Tom returned carrying a duffel bag with something in it. He grinned and walked up to Sam. He dropped the bag into her lap and said, "I've thought about this for almost the whole time I have been retired. I want you to have this even if you do leave."

Sam frowned and looked up at Tom. She began opening the bag. When she looked into the bag she whispered, "Oh, my GOD. I was right. You did it! I don't need this money Tom. Why did you give this to me?"

"Several reasons I suppose. You knew something was fishy but kept your mouth shut. You were guilty by association for that. Besides, you found it and deserve it as much as I do. Now you can afford that land and can stay here. I have been pulling cash from the bags all along and feeding it into my pocket. I have also been using some of it to put into my business account as if I had done work for cash. I have to pay taxes on the money I put into the business account at the end of the year, but that way I clean it and it becomes legal. Sure, I have to give some of it away as taxes but at least I am getting some of it into legal channels again. There's a hundred fifty thou or so there. It's yours whether you stay or go."

Sam looked at Tom a moment then she smiled. She took his arm and pulled him toward her truck. "Let's go look at my land neighbor," she said. "If it's as good as this piece of ground you bought we'll go see the real estate agent afterward."

Sam and Tom wandered around the twenty acres pushing through the brush and brambles until she was satisfied she had seen most of the ground. Like the plot Tom purchased there were several nice spots for a house and there were a couple of briar covered clearings that she could turn into small pastures or large gardens. Sam decided she liked the ground well enough to purchase it so she and Tom drove into town to see the real estate agent. She made an offer of $35,000 for the land. The owner counter offered $40,000 and Sam agreed.

After the negotiations were completed Sam and Tom returned to his small home for the evening. Sam was excited and couldn't stop talking about the possibilities she saw in her purchase. She said, "As soon as I get a place to live I want to get a cow and some chickens like you have then I want to make a garden and grow a lot of my own food. I'm really looking forward to doing this Tom."

After their evening meal Tom and Sam sat on his porch relaxing. He turned to her and said, "I think I want to take a quick swim this evening and maybe just float in the stream for a while. You're welcome to come if you want or you can just hang here."

"That sounds good. I got all hot and sticky tromping through the woods today. I'll bring some soap and take a quick wash there instead of in the shower. Hell, let's take some beer and build a fire on the gravel bar then make an evening of it down there. I really enjoyed the other times we did that."

Tom walked to the stream in the clothes he had on. He didn't own a swimming suit. If Sam had not been there he would have just gone into the stream nude and watched for canoes or fishermen. While she was there he usually swam in the shorts he normally wore. He always went commando so what was the difference between shorts and swim suit except the swim suit dried faster. 

Tom was enjoying the cool water when Sam came into view. She wore three small pieces of cloth that were called a swimming suit. They barely covered the center of her magnificent breasts and her womanly center. Tom felt his cock harden as she walked down the gravel bar and into the water. When she was waist deep she did a surface dive and swam under him over to the bluff, did an underwater turn and swam toward him again. He expected her to swim under him once again and surface when the water shoaled. To his surprise she came up under him and dunked him.

Tom came up spluttering to see a laughing Samantha standing in chest deep water watching him flounder around. Her breasts were bobbing delightfully with the waves in the water. Tom finally got himself under control and said, "You're going to pay for that Sam." He then began moving toward her. 

Sam kept laughing as she tried to evade Tom. They chased each other through the water for a few minutes before Tom finally caught Sam. They wrestled for a moment before he managed to pick her up and throw her into the deeper water. As he did so he noticed he had dislodged her skimpy top and her breasts were showing. As he threw her his hand caught in her bottoms and pulled them almost off. He caught a flash of a shaved pussy before she splashed into the water.

Sam came to the surface splashing and spluttering as he had done moments before. She swam toward Tom until she could stand. She stood and Tom stared at her breasts. Sam started to rearrange her swim suit to cover her secret places then she stopped. She looked at Tom and said, "Fuck this shit. You've seen it all now and it will be more pleasant swimming nude anyway."

Sam pulled her top from her body then reached under the water and took off her bottoms also. Tom felt his cock surge to full steel hardness. He watched Sam walk toward the bank until just her knees were in the water. She threw her small swim suit onto the gravel bar then turned and walked back to Tom. When she got to him she moved up to him and reached for his pants.

Sam looked at Tom's face as he felt her working to unbutton, unzip, and remove his shorts. When she felt his hard cock Sam smiled and said, "Now, that's what I've been looking for. I've needed one of those for several days. Think I could use this one for a while?"

Tom bent his head down for a kiss as he pulled Sam's beautiful body tightly against his. He pressed his turgid cock into her belly then pulled back and said, "Oh, yeah. I'm sure you can use and abuse me, Sammie. I've wanted you since before I retired but the time just didn't seem right." 

That night was the first of many nights Tom and Sam made love, first outside under the stars and then later in Tom's large King sized bed. Sam's howls of passion harmonized with the coyotes in the night air. The next morning Tom and Sam could not keep their hands or eyes off each other. They didn't bother to dress until they decided to go into town for groceries and supplies.

Sam's purchase of the other 20 acres went through without a glitch. She and Tom cleared the briars and brush from the small clearings and planted a small garden and some pasture for the animals she intended to purchase. During the rest of the summer and fall Tom and Sam used his chain saws and machinery to clear around both the plots of ground. They cut the trees into fire wood and burned the brush then built new fences. Their fences were expensive because they purchased woven wire instead of making them full barbed wire.

They went into partnership and purchased a small herd of goats to eat the underbrush as well as a few more hogs and chickens. Sam continued to live with Tom that winter. She drew up several plans for her own home during that time. She and Tom even went to her and his parent's homes for the winter holidays together.

Somehow the next spring instead of building the planned home for Sam, she and Tom decided to enlarge his house by adding another bedroom and a den to it. They built the new rooms onto the end of the house that was not earth sheltered. They connected to the garage making the house almost a "Z" shape. One evening after Tom and Sam stopped working they once again made love on the creek bank after a frolic and nice swim in the deep hole at the bend in the stream. 

Sam was lying on her side with her head on Tom's chest. Her left hand was idly playing with his semi-hard cock. She looked at Tom and said, "Tom, I didn't think I could be this happy or content. You found a place as near Eden as I could ever hope for. There is just one thing missing for me. I'm not getting any younger and I still want my babies."

Tom pulled Samantha tighter to his body and said, "Yeah, I know. Sometimes I think about kids too."

"Well, are you ever going to do anything about it?"




Eden



"I've thought about it but, well, hell, there's no one around here I want to get that close to. I mean I have you and-" Samantha felt tears start to collect in her eyes. She tried to pull away from Tom.

When Tom felt her try to get up he tightened his grip holding her securely against him. He looked at her and continued, "Stop it, Sam. Damn it, I'm trying to answer your question here. Like I said, there is no one around here I would consider for a mother of my children. All the available women are skanks. After you came I even quit thinking about other women. I just assumed after you decided to stay and we added onto my house that-,"

Samantha stopped struggling against Tom. There was a hint of a smile in her eyes now. They glistened either from her unshed tears or happiness. She looked deeply into Tom's eyes and said, "And what?"

"Well, I thought we were together now and maybe we would be a permanent couple. OK DAMMIT, I've been thinking about asking you to marry me but the time just hasn't seemed right up to now. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"No, not exactly Tom. That's a pretty damn poor way to ask a woman to be your wife. That is what you were asking isn't it? You want me to marry you and make some babies?"

"Yes, damn it. That's what I want. Now quit playing your damn feminine games and answer the damn question. Are you going to marry me or not?"

Samantha laughed and said, "Yes, Tom, I'll marry you but I'm pretty damn upset about that sorry proposal. You sounded just like a damn soldier instead of a lovesick Romeo. Where's the romance and the ring? When were you going to stare soulfully into my eyes and get on your knees to beg me for my hand in marriage?"

"Well, Sam, I guess you get what you got. You know I love you to death but I AM a soldier. I'm not a touchy feely kind of guy but I would give my life for you and you know it."

Sam's house never did get built. She and Tom just used her land as it was and turned his small earth shelter home into their castle equivalent. Beginning sixteen months after his proposal of marriage it became the center of their family. They raised three children, two boys and a girl along the small stream. One boy and their daughter followed in their footsteps and made the military a career. The other boy took over the back hoe business and expanded it. He built his house on Samantha's twenty acre plot. After the children left the home, Sam and Tom lived out their remaining years in the house beside the stream. They never stopped enjoying their little plot of Eden and watching the peaceful flow of the stream past their front porch.



Eden Ch. 01



This is my second story. I welcome all comments. To those who contacted me about my first story, thank for your kind words. You boosted my confidence. This story is just for you...

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'Good morning, Eden,' Aidan Cox said brightly as he picked his post off Eden's desk. It was just after eight am and as the Christmas party was tonight, Eden decided to make the most of her day by arriving early. She didn't plan on making an appearance tomorrow. She smiled and nodded. 'Good morning, Aidan.'

The door closed softly and Eden gave a shudder. Some expensive cologne lingered after him and the image of him in his suit was burned onto her retina. How the fuck had she gotten into this position? 

She was twenty eight years old and by her own admission, Eden Cook was attractive. She had thick black hair that in her teens had grown wild but now, in her twenties, she paid vast amounts of money to have it lustrous and glossy. She wore nice clothes and even nicer underwear. Underwear that concealed her small but perfectly formed breasts and her perky, I-run-three-miles-a-day arse. She was bright and pleasant at all times. To try and get him to notice her, she wore more make-up than usual. She started wearing stockings underneath her skirts and had even undone one more button than she would have usually and yet all he did was smile at her and tell her he'd be lost without her...

Lost indeed! He looked on her like you would a maid or some other form of paid help. She didn't figure in his life outside of carrying him coffee or sending his faxes for him. She refilled her coffee cup. What was happening to her? Eden had never gone for the bookish type before. She always went for brawny sporty types who could spell their names and little else. They were inevitably blue collar and had bodies hardened by the physical labour. But since she'd come to work at the Research Institute, all that had changed. Aidan was a little under six feet tall and had soft hands. He always smelled divine and was perfectly groomed with carefully manicured hair. He wore expensive suits that, although not tailored, highlighted his juxtaposition with the previous men in her life. He always looked slightly rumpled and distracted even though she knew he was so clever, it made her want to be silent when he was in the room. He was educated with a sharp intellect and listening to him argue passionately about funding for his latest project, made her squirm in her dampened underwear. She was in awe of him. Despite the fact that her last boyfriend would've pounded him into the ground, this softly spoken, twinkling eyed academic could've had her anyway he wanted. 

And he didn't which it seemed to Eden, was Sod's bloody law!

The Christmas party was as dull as she had expected it to be. Shelley was snogging someone from Accounts under a black and white photocopy of a bunch of mistletoe while Mary, the dowdy lab assistant was now up on a table, squealing "Santa Baby". Her white wine was warm, she had wasted an eight hundred euros dress on a party that she could've worn a pair of jeans to and Aidan had yet to make an appearance. She extricated herself from the mind-numbing company of the boffins and headed for her office. Down the darkened corridor, she could see that the light in her office was on. She walked down the carpeted hall in her high heels and pushed the door open. It was Aidan. 

She hoped to God she looked as good now as she had three hours earlier when she was ready for him to see her. He turned suddenly. He was wearing his signature rumpled suit but no tie. His top shirt button was undone, revealing a little V of warm brown skin and a small smattering of hair.

'Eden. I'm sorry. I was just...' He indicated the card he was writing and the box beside it. She frowned. 

'You want me to deliver something?' She could feel anger bubbling up in her.

'No. It's... for you.'

She started. The wrapping was unmistakable. Agent Provocateur.

She felt her face flush. 'I... I... don't know what to say.'

Aidan smiled. 'Don't be offended by it and tell me you'll wear it. That'll do for a start.'

Eden moved towards it. 'May I?'

Aidan moved out of the way. 'By all means...' He walked into his office leaving her alone with the deliciously wrapped present. She carefully undid the bow and slipped off the lid. Inside, magenta coloured silk nestled under the paper. Her breath caught. The bra was a balconette which would lift and separate her breasts and push them forward. It was, to her shame, her favourite kind. A frisson of arousal slaked through her. Had he known? The mild mannered scientist had looked at her and said, 'there's a girl who likes to make the most of what she's got.' She reddened. The knickers were silk and proper briefs. This was also a favourite of hers. Eden liked her underwear to be like wrapping. In the bottom of the box was a matching garter belt and a pair of exquisite stockings.

Her hands began to shake. Had Aidan just given her this? More importantly, did he want to see her in them? Her stomach did a flip. Was Mr Cox trying to tell her something?

She turned and pushed his door open. He was sitting looking into his computer screen in the darkened office. He slipped his glasses off as she walked in holding the garments in her hands. 'Thank you. They're beautiful.'

'I'm glad. I did have help from the shop assistant.'

'How did you know what size?'

'I'm a scientist, Eden. There's a lot you don't know about me.'

She shivered in her gauzy dress and moved further into the room. 'Like what?'

He sat back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'I may not be a man of many words but I do... appreciate how hard you work, Eden. I wanted to show my appreciation and considering you wear... nice underwear... I thought it would be foolish to buy you anything else. If you're offended, I apologise.'

'I'm not offended. How did you know about my underwear?'

He smiled briefly and looked so unbelievably sexy, it was all she could do not to launch herself across his desk. 

'I may be a workaholic and it may seem that I think of nothing but work but when your secretary comes into work in clothes that you could only fantasise about your secretary wearing... you get the idea. I am, after all, still a man.' He smiled again. His arms were folded and he seemed supremely relaxed.

'I love it. It's the nicest present I've ever been given. How can I thank you?'

She let the question hang. They observed one another, the boss and the secretary, for a couple of moments. Downstairs, the revellers were laughing and drinking. The music had gone up a notch and she could hear couples laughing as they wandered down the corridor outside, trying to find an available office. Wasn't that what Christmas parties were for? 

'You could give me a Christmas kiss?' he offered, rising unsteadily from his chair. Eden smiled and nodded. 'It seems fair.'

She slowly pushed his door closed and then the room was dark, except for the streetlight outside and his computer monitor. She moved closer to him, her heart thumping wildly in her chest and her breathing rapid. Reaching out her hand, she felt the soft cotton of his shirt. She was thrilled to feel his nipple underneath. It was a small victory but it gave her a thrill to feel that secret part of him. His heart was racing as wildly as hers was. 

'Happy Christmas, Eden,' he breathed, his mouth inches from hers. His breath smelt sweet and warm against her cheek. His hands settled on her hips as he drew them against his and his mouth brushed off hers, once, twice, three times before settling at an angle that suited them both. The kiss was soft and unhurried, his lips stroking hers before his tongue slid into her mouth and melded with hers. Eden gave a soft "ah" of pleasure as her arms went around his neck. His hands grasped her bottom through her dress, compressing the globes and massaging them. Desire flared in her. The urge to rub against him overwhelmed her but Aidan was as meticulous in his kissing as he was with everything else. His tongue was unrushed, seeking out hers and sparring gently with it. He gave a soft sigh as she pressed her breasts against his chest and he stepped even closer. He held her close enough for her to feel his delight against her stomach. 

He was hard. Aidan Cox was hard. 

Thrill suffused her already overloaded system.

Eden gave a little moan as he broke the kiss and released her. 

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pawed you like that...'

Eden shoved him back against the desk. 'Shhh,' she whispered into his ear. 'I want you. I've wanted you since I first saw you. Let me... thank you... properly.'

She dropped the bra and panties onto the desk and moved into his arms, kissing his neck and undoing the rest of his shirt buttons. She pulled the shirt free of his belt and slowly kissed her way from his collar bone to the top of his trousers. There was nothing but the sound of his ragged breathing and the pucker of her mouth. She undid the belt buckle and opened his flies. She reached out and flicked on his desk lamp. He was looking down at her with those huge brown eyes that had always seemed so kind. Something else was there now. Passion. Lust. Arousal. Sex. His body was lean but muscular. He must swim she thought absently. He had a swimmers physique.

She smiled up at him. 'Is this ok?' she asked, suddenly unsure of her actions. 

He gave a short laugh. 'Eden, I've wanted to fuck you forty ways from Sunday since I first saw you. How could this be anything but ok?'

She smiled and lowered the zip. He was wearing white cotton briefs. Eden loved them. She slowly slipped them from his waist and let both fall to the floor. He was naked before her. And glorious. His cock was beautiful. Long and thick and in a moment of clarity, she realised how good he smelled. Clean. Warm. The notion she found infinitely endearing.

She opened her mouth and took him into her. 'Mmmm,' she groaned as he filled her and gave a grunt of satisfaction. She sucked him while her other hand manipulated the length of his cock. He began to breathe harder, giving soft little murmurings of encouragement. 'Ah, yes. Oh, Eden. Oh...'

She tasted the first salty pre come against her tongue and surreptitiously rubbed her breasts against his legs. Her nipples ached for his mouth and her thong was by now, a sodden mess. But she'd fantasised about this and wasn't about to stop living the fantasy now. She withdrew and stood to look at him. 'Turn around,' she said quietly. Aidan face was flushed, his breathing uneven but he turned without being asked a second time. She pushed him forward until he was bent over and then dropped back to her knees. The air of expectancy crackled around them. 

Eden had never done this before but now it was all she wanted to do to him. Her tongue tickled his balls as they hung between his legs while her hand continued to masturbate him. He was panting now. She decided to finish him this way... forget her own pleasure. Forget the throbbing orgasm she was a few short flicks away from, if she reached under her own dress. She wanted Aidan Cox to regret not buying her underwear sooner. Her tongue stiffened and she traced the ring of his arse. He gave a little yelp of surprise. But to her delight, didn't stop her. She did it again, her hand moving faster. She did it again, this time taking her time to it, lingering over the tender skin. Aidan was groaning now, his orgasm a few short strokes away. One last lick from his sack, up the nerve rich skin between his legs to his twitching arse again and then, he gave a low cry and came into her hand. He was jerking and almost shivering when she released him, pulling his trousers with her as she stood. He gripped her hand as she pulled his pants to his waist. They stood there for a couple of seconds. Aidan was still bent over the desk. 

'You're amazing,' he said softly, in his clipped educated tones that always sounded like music to her ears.  She smiled. He turned to her. His face was delightfully red and his pupils were black as obsidian.          

'I've never had anyone do anything so... worshipful.' He kissed her again and she was glad. She had after all, just licked his bottom.

'I've never done anything so worshipful before,' she said between kisses. He smiled wolfishly. He looked nothing like the man whose coffee she had made that morning.

'Take your dress off,' he said quietly.

Eden paused. 'No.'

His brows drew together. 'What?'

She smiled and backed away from him.

'Not here. I've waited a long time for this.'

'Fine,' he said, buttoning his shirt. 'You're coming home with me. My car is parked outside. Get your coat, Eden Cook. You've pulled.'

To be continued.



Eden Ch. 01



Part 1: Marooned on Eden

"Go on, I dare you to kiss it."

"You first."

"No, you."

"All right then. I'll kiss it but then you have to suck it." After a pause, I felt hot sticky lips gently kissing my penis, first a quick peck and then a long lingering smooch on the head of my cock. I twitched involuntarily in response.

"Oh, shit! Did you see it move! It, I mean, HE is still asleep, isn't he?"

I felt some movement and sensed someone lean over me. I kept my eyes closed and my mouth shut. Not because I didn't want to interrupt them but because I just couldn't remember how to move my eyelids or my mouth.

"No, he's still unconscious." Both voices were young and feminine; they felt good to my ears. "Right go on, suck it."

There was silence for a few seconds and then a nervous girlish giggle. My breath caught imperceptibly as I felt a hand tentatively get hold of my limp dick and peel it off my leg. Another pause and I swear I could feel warm breath tickling my knob. And then suddenly moist lips and the hint of teeth as a mouth closed around my knob and sucked it hard once, twice.

My feeble gasp was drowned out by a bout of coughing and spluttering.

"Oh, shit! What is it? What did it taste like?"

"Oh, yuk! It tastes filthy. Like unwashed pussy first thing in the morning. Just a lot worse."

"Really? Well Carrie says he could have been in that shuttle for ages, months even. It would be no wonder he's so dirty. I might give it a taste anyway just to see what all the fuss is about. To hear Carrie talking, there's just nothing better than having a good long suck on a penis."

"Wait. I think it's got bigger. Look! And feel that. It's harder than it was."

"Oh, brilliant. He's getting an erection. I can't wait! Our first actual penis and it's getting hard already. Here you hold it and I'll try sucking it to see if it gets any bigger."

The new mouth sucked me for a lot longer, obviously not caring that I smelt, and possibly tasted, like a dead rat. The good news was that my cock was working even though I didn't seem to be able to speak. I felt myself get bigger in whosever mouth was slurping on me as the other one's hand instinctively began to slowly stroke me.

As one sucked, the other was still talking. "Carrie says he's a Rocker. I wonder if all males look like him or just Rockers."

"Mmmm," The other said cryptically around my cock. Fuck, that felt good.

"I know, I imagined a real live man would be a lot taller and maybe not so hairy and, er, round." If she hadn't been slowly tossing me off into her friend's mouth I might have taken offence.

There was the sound of pressure doors swishing open followed by the clicking sound of heels on a hard floor.

"What the fuck is going on?" exclaimed a really angry sounding woman.

I heard some swearing and then a pop as my cock was spat out of the bolder one's mouth.

"Oh, shit! Carrie! We're sorry. We just wanted to see what it was like. And it just looked so lonely there, we didn't think it would do any harm just to give it a little kiss," she said lamely.

Carrie didn't sound like a woman who took any shit. "You dirty little sluts!" she screamed causing the two girls to whine pathetically. My dick was still hard and waving.

I sensed Carrie leaning over me from the right. "Well at least you haven't woken him. But I can't believe you sucked his cock without even asking permission!" she said ambiguously.

I felt a hand grasp me, this time perhaps with more confidence. It began to slowly, expertly masturbate me.

"Fuck, it's been so long since I held a dick in my hand. It feels so good," Carrie murmured, her anger sounding as if it had evaporated. Her voice was warm and rich, laden with import and complexity. She sounded really hot. And, yes, it did feel good. 

"Carrie, are all cocks like his?" This from the bolder one.

"To be honest, Tinkerbell, no. I only ever fucked Mods and this is the first time I've ever seen a Rocker man's bits. Back in the real world, Mods don't tend to fraternise with Rockers and they certainly don't have sex with them. Well, not unless they're really hard up. I mean a Mod girl can make a fortune selling herself on any Rocker world. In any case, all the Mod shlongs I ever saw were a lot longer and prettier than this one. But at least it's real live meaty cock!" Once again, I felt outrage at the insult outweighed by affection for her clever loving hand.

And then it hit me. These girls were Mods. Which meant they would be unremittingly, unfailingly gorgeous. They would be tall with perfect features, peachy arses and big fat tits. Whoever she was, Carrie was right. All Rocker men fantasised about shagging a real live Mod woman. Oh, I really wanted to open my eyes and look at them but none of my voluntary responses were working yet. 

And what the fuck was going on anyway? Since when did any Mod even associate with a Rocker let alone give one a handjob? Particularly to an old, not even good-to-look-at Rocker like me.

"Carrie, I know you told us about Mods and Rockers but please, just remind me of the difference." This was the other one.

Carrie didn't miss a beat while she continued to toss me. "Well, Sparkle, it goes back to a couple of millennia ago. Basically back then part of the human race began to use embryonic genetic modification to improve the physical characteristics of the next generation. Another part of the human race was dead set against anything so 'unnatural'. In any case the eugenics continued over several generations until practical space travel meant that the now virtually perfect genetically modified, or Mods, could escape to their own worlds leaving the dirty ugly Rockers behind."

"Why are they called Rockers?" Sparkle asked.

"I don't know. We've always been Mods; they always been Rockers. I'm pretty sure it's been like that forever. I suppose there was a reason once but who knows now." Claire was keeping me nicely on the boil, knowing just the right level of hand activity to keep me going, despite my lack of conscious reaction.

"Carrie?" Tinkerbell asked somehow making the word sound like it had four syllables.

"Yes, Tinkerbell," Carrie replied patiently.

"Carrie, I know it was wrong for us to suck its cock, I mean, his cock without asking you first but please can we have another go. Please," she wheedled. "I can't remember what men even look like and it's just so exciting to find one to play with, you know, with a real cock and everything," she finished weakly

There was a pause for a few seconds but then Carrie must have nodded because I felt the ecstasy of a moist warm tongue sliding around and down my erection once more.

I suspected it was Tinkerbell's inexpert but enthusiastic mouth and this was confirmed when Sparkle began to speak once more. "Carrie, do you think that when he wakes up we'll be able to fuck him? I mean it's lovely when we use our dildos on each other but I really want to try out a real one. You make it sound so much fun!" she giggled.

Carrie laughed musically. "Oh, I'm sure he won't mind at all. Not once he sees how beautiful you are."

"Really?" Sparkle asked. "I really hope he finds us attractive. I'm really nervous that he won't like me."

"Trust me, Sparkle. He'll be delighted! OK, Tinkerbell, you can stop now, it's Sparkle's turn."

Sparkle was less tentative this time, perhaps because she had already seen her friend suck me so excitedly and possibly because, after all the sucking, I tasted a little better than before. She began by licking up and down my aching shaft before trying to swallow me whole which caused her to retch. In the end she settled on sucking on and swirling her tongue around my glans until Carrie interrupted her after a few more minutes of bliss.

"Ok, Sparkle, my turn now." Carrie had definitely given head before. Her tongue was cultured and quick, her lips soft yet sure and her mouth skilful and assured as she moved her head up and down my cock with electric pace, sucking powerfully.

It wasn't long before my whole body tensed and then relaxed as my first spunky spurt erupted on a downward bob. Making a loud and satisfied swallowing sound she pulled her head away and finished me off with her hands.

The girls started ooh-ing and ah-ing as I dribbled and squirted a considerable quantity of jism over her hands and my belly.

"Wow, look at that!" Sparkle squealed enthusiastically as I shuddered to a climax.

"Go on, try a bit," Carrie encouraged and I felt them carefully wiping the cum off me with their fingers.

"It's OK, have a taste," Carrie continued.

Some moist noises and then Sparkle enthused, "Mmm, it's lovely!" probably a little carried away by the moment.

"Can I lick off that drop on the end of his penis? Please, Carrie," Tinkerbell begged once they had cleaned me up elsewhere.

Carrie must have nodded because I felt her mouth immediately descend over me as she sucked and slurped me clean.

"Ok, girls. That's enough," Carrie eventually said, once the lip-smacking had subsided. "Let's leave him to wake naturally."

There was a disappointed moan from the girls but I heard the pressure doors once again as they left, still giggling and animated after their experience.

There was a pause before Carrie spoke.  To me.

"Hi. Are you OK? I know you can probably hear me. I could tell when you started breathing more quickly when I was licking you. I'm so sorry about what we just did. It was very rude of us, I know. It's just such a long time since any of us have seen a man. I guessed from your reaction that you wouldn't mind. I'm just going to give you something to counteract the sedative. Please, just relax..." she finished unnecessarily.

I felt something cold against the outside of my right thigh and then a sharp prick as a medicomp injected me with something. Almost immediately I could feel control flooding back into my muscles.

"There you are," she said. "That should work now. The medicomp kept you under after we picked you up from the wreckage of your shuttle yesterday. You had a really bumpy emergency landing, although I suppose you were probably in a subcoma at the time. You're OK though, just a bit battered and bruised. You should be able to open your eyes and talk in a few minutes."

Her hand briefly squeezed my penis as she leant across me. "Oh, those girls are so mischievous. And I am too. It really was very wrong of me to allow them to lick and suck you. And I really shouldn't have brought you off with my mouth. I hope you're not too angry when you wake up." Another pause while she adjusted something under my neck before she continued to natter.

"I don't know how long how long your shuttle took to find a planet but you've landed on a non-terran world, Eden 69. The good news for you is that there's a frontier base here and the base mainframe monitored your landing and immediately sent out a drone to investigate."

I tried to open my eyes but they were still struggling to respond. Her voice was kind yet playful as she carried on.

"The bad news is that, in theory, this is an unmanned base. We have no hyperspace contact with any other world and our radio distress signals will take at least another terran year, maybe two, before they reach inhabited space; we have no entertainment or information systems; we do have good nutrition and basic mass generators and a reasonable medical set-up but not much else. And we have no way of leaving, unless your shuttle can be salvaged somehow."

With a herculean effort I managed to finally pry my eyes open.

My vision was blurry but I could see a figure bending over me as she pulled down a gown that had been lifted to my waist.

"I hope that's better," she said leaning in close. I grunted in reply. My mouth felt like a rat had been nesting in it.

My vision was slowly improving and when she got closer I could see, as expected, a stunning Mod woman, possibly in her mid-twenties with lovely coffee brown skin and cool blue eyes. Her hair was black and tied back in a long high pony tail. Her features were as flawless as you'd expect with a Mod, unnaturally and perfectly symmetrical with a straight nose and a narrow-lipped but laughing mouth.

She was wearing very little, silver thigh-length heeled boots, some tiny silver hotpants and a matching shiny metallic band that lifted and supported her flawless exposed breasts without covering her nipples. The fashion was maybe ten years out-of-date although I didn't remember it ever being so revealing.

Her body was, as you'd expect for a Mod, absolutely faultless. Her aforementioned tits were enormous and bouncy with high dark brown nipples which were rigid and only centimetres from my face. She was tall, much taller than me, maybe 1.9 metres or so in her heels and her legs went on forever. Her waist was flat and perfectly toned and her firm arse, when she turned to wash her hands, filled those hotpants extraordinarily pleasingly.

I tried to sit up but my arms felt weak. With much effort, I lifted my head briefly to look around.

I could immediately tell I was in the hospital in a simple frontier base. The room was basically an oblate hemi-spheroid with one pressure controlled exit and the floor was crisscrossed with the telltale ridges of an artificial gravity system.

Bases like these had been built and laid down abundantly during the last great expansion into space, maybe two terran centuries ago. Unfortunately many of them had been on unsuitable and unterraformable planets and had so been quickly abandoned.

Something must have happened to The Nuncupatory Wedge, my beloved ship. And of course to the lucrative and illicit cargo I had been transporting. However, I would have to grieve for her, and my lost fortune, later, once I'd worked out what in the name of arse was happening to me now.

Looking after to me the end, The Wedge's Brain must have put me into a subcoma and got me into the escape shuttle which had then automatically taken me to the nearest suitable groundfall. Luckily for me, there had been a base on–planet. A base with hot desperate Mod chicks with low standards. A pretty bad situation but it could have been a lot worse.

I tried to speak. "Whhhh..., whhh..., mmm..." My mouth was still struggling to work, although to be fair I'd never been this close to such a gorgeous woman before so maybe I might not have made much more sense if I'd been well.

"Who are y-y-you?" I eventually managed to stutter.

"Oh!" she said brightly, "I forgot! I'm Carrie Butterfly-Loveflute. I'm actually a teacher, or at least, I was until we were marooned here. And you?"

"Captain Grark Shank. Please to meet you," I growled before heaving myself to a sitting position with her help, her nipples brushing against my exposed arms.

"Oh, fuck," I swore looking down at her substantial boobs.

"Are you OK?" she asked concernedly.

"Yes, sorry. I'm fine. I'm just not used to such fabulous..." I glanced down at her tits.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Do you want me to cover them up?"

I shook my head, causing my vision to blur dramatically for a few seconds. "No, really, I'm OK with them."

"I suppose I've forgotten a few social niceties over the last eight years," she apologised. "I probably shouldn't be showing my breasts to a strange Roc..., I mean, man."

"Don't do it on my account. They're amazing."

She gave me a sweet smile. I think she might even have blushed, although it was difficult to tell.

I continued, "You've been here eight years? Eight terran years?"

"Yes," she nodded sombrely. "I suppose I should explain. I was a trainee teacher at the Miaplacidan Academy for Girls: it's a really prestigious school for the most privileged of Mod girls, out in the Beta Carinae system. I was asked to escort two new pupils over from Vega; you've kind of met them, Sparkle and Tinkerbell.

"Unfortunately it looks like for some reason we dropped out of hyperspace at the wrong moment and we hit an asteroid. We were in our cabin when it happened but the crew and other passengers were all killed. We managed to get to a lifeboat which took a few months to get us here, the nearest point of safety. And we've been stuck here ever since. The base hasn't got much in the way of communication systems but I sent radio distress signals when we landed. They should get to someone within a year or two." 

Something in her story worried me a little. "So were those two girls who were, um..."

"Sucking your cock?" she finished ingenuously.

"Erm, yes. How old are they?"

She laughed delightfully. "Oh don't worry; they're over the age of consent in all civilised systems. They're about nineteen terran years old. So you did nothing illegal!"

Not that I'd had much choice. Not that I was complaining.

I swung my legs down over the edge of the bed and, after a pause, tried to stand.

I swayed briefly before falling forward, Carrie catching me so that my face was cushioned by her magnificent bosom as she pushed me back down onto the bed.

She sat down next to me, an arm around my shoulders. "Take it easy. The sedative will wear off soon. I've already pumped you full of analgesics so you shouldn't feel too much pain." She stroked my right thigh with her free hand.

I looked down at her hand as she slipped it under my gown which only just covered my genitals.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, although I noticed her hand stayed high up my thigh, kneading my muscles. "It's been such a long time since I saw a man! And I've not fucked one for more than eight years! I was never a girl who could go without cock for more than a few days so it really is so wonderful to see you," Claire explained.

"Don't get me wrong – I'm not complaining at all, but I'm really not used to this kind of attention from a beautiful woman. And especially not a Mod woman!" I replied honestly.

She was equally honest in her response. "Oh, I can understand that. I mean, no offence intended, but you're pretty short and fat, even for a Rocker. And you're not young any more. But you seem strong and muscular under that flab. Even your hairiness just makes you seem more manly to me. Remember for the last eight years, I've been fantasising about having some cock! Any cock! It's been better this last year or so as I've taught the girls how to lick pussy but until then it was my right hand and my trusty dildo!"

"Dildo?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. We've got a mass-generator which can make simple non-mechanical items like clothes or basic tools. I made up a nice long dildo within a couple of weeks of getting here. The girls have got one each too now. Oh, I hope you don't mind me being so forward. I must seem like such a whore to you!"

I took a breath. I was beginning to feel vaguely human. "Carrie, I've got to say, considering I've lost my ship and cargo and I'm marooned on uninhabited planet for at least the next year, I'm really really happy."

"Oh, thanks so much, Captain Shank," she said hugging me to her bosom again. I could really get used to tall women, I decided.

I continued to nuzzle her breasts, even when she let go of me, causing her to giggle.

"Do you like them?" she asked insouciantly.

"Oh, fuck yes. They're the best tits I have ever seen," I said honestly, unable too tear my eyes away from their soft fullness.

"Oh, wait till you see Sparkle's! They're even bigger," she promised. "You can touch them if you want," she suggested, seeing that I was still engrossed in her bosom.

I didn't need to be asked twice. I raised my still slightly trembling hands and allowed a stiff dark brown nipple to gently rest against each palm, before curling my fingers a little closed to squeeze her glorious big breasts.

"I can't imagine how they could be any nicer than yours," I said reassuringly. My cock twitched under my gown as I groped her boobs more firmly.

"Oh, you're so kind! I bet that when you've seen Sparkle's and Tinkerbell's hot young teenage bodies, you won't want to touch me anymore!" she said teasingly.




Eden Ch. 01



"Are you kidding? You're perfection! How old are you, anyway? Twenty-five?"

"Good answer! I'm twenty-eight. I'm really going to like you," she said, kissing my cheek wetly.

"And in any case, you give amazing head. Much better than the two girls," I added thinking back to the feeling of her lovely moist mouth on my cock and twitching once more.

She definitely blushed this time. "You're so kind. And sexy too! Like a loveable ape," she added, slightly ruining the moment before retrieving it with another kiss, this time on my mouth.

I happily felt her boobs for a bit longer, my cock gradually hardening, much to her delight.

"Oh, I can't believe this is happening. You're getting hard again! Oh, please Captain Shank! Please can we fuck? I just want to have you to myself a bit before the girls distract you. I'll get on top and I promise I'll be gentle! Oh, I so need some to feel a cock back inside me!"

"Um, well, OK then," I assented, rather magnanimously.

I lay back down while she stood to rip off her hotpants. Her pussy, inches away from face, was framed by a tiny tuft of straight black hair, no doubt shaped so perfectly without intervention, considering her modified genes.

"Maybe you could see how I compare to the girls at licking pussy," I suggested, captivated by her gorgeous fanny.

She laughed happily and mounted the bed, her pert chocolaty arse pointing towards me. As she lifted my gown and began to suck my restored erection, I raised my head slightly and kissed her clit, causing her to convulse in excitement.

Desperately trying to ignore the bliss emanating from her magic tongue and practised mouth on my genitalia, I began to lick her long pink lips up and down, gradually working my tongue into her delicious fresh pussy hole before sliding a finger into her still very tight cunt while I flicked her clit with my willing tongue.

It was lucky that the doors were designed for air leaks and so didn't transmit sound well because she almost immediately began screaming and cursing in pleasure, holding my cock against her face whilst intermittently sucking hard on me when she occasionally regained a modicum of control.

As she got closer to coming, she began to grind her sloppy pussy over my stubbly happy face. I grabbed hold of her perfect arse and crushed my tongue hard against her clit.

As she came, she went strangely silent, her body shuddering in bliss for a few moments before heaving a huge sigh and sucking me hard, sliding her mouth all the way down my pole.

Abruptly she swivelled around, kissed me stickily and impaled herself on my rigid member.

"Oh, thank you, so much, Captain Shank, you hairy fucker," she wailed as she came again, my length penetrating her poor neglected pussy.

I lost count of the number of the times she climaxed but I can honestly say she was the most responsive, energetic and fun shag I had ever had. Her hips were sinuous and quick, her boobs bounced delightfully in my face when I wasn't sucking on her thick brown nipples and her mouth only stopped licking and kissing my face for her to scream out climaxes and for her to tell me she loved me.

After a good while, I could feel myself getting tighter and tighter, ready to come again.

"I'm almost there! Should I pull out?" I grunted into her ear.

"No! Don't worry. I can't become pregnant until I take a re-initiator from the medicomp. Fill me with you filthy Rocker cream, you dirty ugly bastard!" she screeched, coming once more. And so I did.

Afterwards, she licked my knob lovingly clean. "Oh, you really are the best thing to happen to me in years, Captain Shank. Thank you so much," she said, swallowing our mingled juices.

"Really, it was an absolute and total pleasure," I responded with a smile.

"Well, now that I've finally had a good hard fucking, I'm happy for you to go and service the girls. They've got the tightest cunts imaginable!" she promised.

"Er, I'm not sure I'll be able to, you know...," pointing down at my limp dick.

"If you don't mind, can I dose you up with a restorative from the medicomp? I'd hate the girls to miss out because I've sucked you dry!" she suggested. I didn't mind.

By now, time and sexual exercise had loosened me up a bit so that I could walk, although I was still a little unsteady on my legs.

We went to the girls' room via an ultrasonic shower so that I was clean again and the mass-generator so that I could get some basic comfortable clothes, a loose white blouse and baggy dark trousers. I didn't bother with underwear. To be honest the ambient air temperature meant I hardly need clothes at all.

"We don't have many rooms, Captain," Carrie explained. "Two sleeping cabins plus the hospital you were in, a galley, a bathroom and a central living quarters. I guess you'll just have to sleep with me every night," she suggested with a suggestive smile. 

We went to the girls' door.  Carrie stopped me entering before giving me a hug. Fuck she was tall. Her boobs were virtually at my face height.

"Captain, I know the girls were very forward today in sucking your cock, but they're still only nineteen and they've spent the last eight years learning about men and relationships and the Galaxy and virtually everything else from just me. I've had to bring them up since the age of eleven, maybe not as a mother but at least as a big sister. I love them. They will be as desperate to fuck you as I was. I guess what I'm trying to say is, please, take it easy with them. Not so much with their bodies, which are eager, silky and pliant, but with their emotions."

"I'll take your lead, Carrie," I reassured her, squeezing her tight bum and gently kissing her nipples in turn.

She smiled at me and pressed the open button.

"Hi!" the girls trilled excitedly, when we entered their room; they had been sitting chatting on their beds which had been pulled together.

Carrie had been self-deprecating regarding her own attractiveness. But she certainly hadn't been exaggerating when she'd said that the two girls were stunningly beautiful.

The girl on the right had big sweet brown eyes and long loose ash blonde hair. Her features were impossibly lovely and her mouth generous with a soft introspective pout. She stood as we entered to reveal her height (yes, she was taller than me) and a luscious rich nut-brown curvaceous body. Her legs were still lengthy but her bum was generous and her breasts huge yet unfeasibly firm, like fat ripe watermelons, although tipped by plump warm brown nipples. To me she appeared to be the very personification of lush womanly sexuality.

By contrast the girl on the left was a touch smaller (but, yes, still taller than me) with long limbs, a tight pale smoothly muscled body and large high breasts with red nipples. Her hair was short, bright red and spiky. Her eyes were exotically slanted, deep green and challenging, sending a thrill shooting down my spine as she inspected me hungrily, slowly licking her ruby lips.

Oh and they were both completely, utterly naked. Their pubes were tiny wisps between their legs and matched their head-hair colour perfectly. 

"You're awake!" exclaimed the one on the left whom, from her voice, I recognised as Tinkerbell. "You haven't been using him up have you Carrie?" she asked petulantly yet perceptively.

"Don't worry! There's plenty of him to go around," Carrie answered amusedly.

Before she could finish, Tinkerbell was up, sliding her arms around me and pulling me back onto the bed. "Let's fuck!" she ordered imperiously, trying to kiss me and slide her tongue into my mouth.

Conscious of Carrie's warning, I sat up and held her off. "It's OK. Take it easy. Let's go a bit slower. I promise I really want to fuck you too but I'm not going anywhere. I should introduce myself: I'm Captain Grark Shank."

"Hi, Captain Shank, I'm Tinkerbell. Do you like to have your cock sucked?" Tinkerbell was, to say the least, fairly single-minded.

I ignored her despite the fact that she had slid her hand down my trousers to play dexterously with my stiffening cock.

"And you, who are you?" I asked Sparkle, playing along with their earlier attempted deception.

"Oh, hi, I'm Sparkle," she answered shyly.

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," I commented causing her to blush deliciously. Fuck me, I thought, what a pair of babes.

Tinkerbell pulled my cock out, knelt down and began to suck it energetically, apparently keen to get me hard so that we could shag.

Carrie shook her head and stopped her. "Wait a minute Tinkerbell. You really can't just go up to men and start sucking them off. You've got a lot to learn before we go back to the real world! And in any case, you're missing some tricks. Here let me show you," she offered, winking at me. "Come on, Sparkle, come closer. You can learn too."

Carrie then proceeded to offer the girls a lesson in the art of giving blowjobs.

Within seconds I was rock hard again. Within minutes I was bucking my hips, desperate to come, such was the fabulous skill Carrie showed as she flicked her tongue over my glans, sucked my testicles, tongued my anus and slurped on my shaft, cleverly teaching the girls how to stimulate different parts of my genitalia in just the right way for the just the right with just the right delicacy or force.

Within thirty minutes they were able to give me a head as well as any prostitute I'd ever had the pleasure to experience and the lesson degenerated into a sloppy three-girl suck and blow fest beyond my wildest imaginings.

Although Sparkle had, for the most part, lost her shyness, predictably it was Tinkerbell who swung her body round and sat squarely on my face whilst sucking merrily on my erection. Carrie and Sparkle, who had been licking my balls and arsehole respectively, began playing with each others' magnificent bosoms before slipping their hands down between each others' legs.

If I hadn't come already I'd have been spurting all over the place just on the strength of their lesbian stroking let alone the bliss of Tinkerbell's hot pouty mouth around my erection and her fragrant fresh pussy on my face.

I think all three of the girls had come once each by the time Carrie pulled Tinkerbell off me.

"Sparkle's been very patient. She gets it first," she said, eliciting a string of complaints from Tinkerbell who eventually sat down to allow Sparkle to lie back and put her head in Tinkerbell's lap.

Sparkle who had hardly said a word looked up at me with her soft sexy eyes, pleading with me silently for my cock. I lay down on top of her, kissing her deeply whilst Carrie grabbed hold of my hard-on and positioned me at her entrance.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Fuck me, Captain."

I slowly pushed myself into her, not expecting her to be so tight, considering her reported use of a large dildo. I pulled out and re-entered, gradually working my way in, causing her to groan in ecstasy as I took her virginity.

I kept control of myself, slowly fucking her, inexorably taking her to her first cock-induced orgasm while Carrie and Tinkerbell encouraged the two us.

"Oh, yes, Captain Shank," Tinkerbell moaned as she played with herself. I lifted my head to suck on her hard red nipples causing her to shriek even more.

When Sparkle came, she convulsed and shuddered blissfully, throwing her arms around me to hold her tight. After a few intimate moments, I slowly withdrew from her, my cock wet with her juices which Carrie, after an approving nod at my fucking of her ward, licked from me.

"Oh, Sparkle, was it as wonderful as it looked?" Tinkerbell asked breathlessly, the fingers of her right hand rubbing herself furiously between the legs.

"Oh, yeah, Tinkerbell. That was so much nicer than using our toys. You've got to have a go!" Sparkle enthused.

"Oh, please, Captain!" Tinkerbell begged. "Please please please fuck me now! I need your cock!" she pleaded, rolling over onto her hands and knees and pointing her pert creamy arse at me, the bulge of her cunt heavy, wet and welcoming between her legs.

By now I really was ready to come so I didn't hesitate. I slid my knob down over her red arsehole down to her vagina and pushed as hard as I could.

Her scream of ecstasy as I invaded her tiny tight pussy was shrill but within a few thrusts she was pushing her hips back against me furiously.

"Oh, yes, fuck me hard, Captain!" she shouted, her boobs bouncing wildly as I shagged her brutally.

"That's it. Give it to her. Fuck her hard. Make her scream," Sparkle demanded, her eyes alive with need as she squeezed her friend's fat swinging tits.

Tinkerbell's orgasm was a loud as I had expected, almost hurting my ears with her climactic yowling.

I pulled out of her as she collapsed and looked around, trying to decide in whom and how to come.

Carrie, a huge smile on her face, hugged me and then kissed me tenderly. "That was perfect, Captain. Would you like to finish off in my arse? As a thank you for being so good to them?" she offered thoughtfully.

I grunted in astonished agreement, desperation for release coupled with amazement at such a brazen and whorish suggestion.

Her arse was the tightest hole I'd ever entered. Both Sparkle and Tinkerbell had to tongue it lovingly before it was wet and open enough for me to push myself in.

Once I had entered, I lost any semblance of control that I'd had, powerfully fucking her butt, ignoring her screeches as she did her best to match my frantic bucking with her own sinuous hip movement. It didn't take long before I spurted off once more, filling her tiny rectum with a surprising amount of jism.

I crumpled back onto the bed, Carrie shouting as my cock slipped out of her snug butt with a pop.

"Oh fuck. That was amazing!" I sighed, satisfied beyond my wildest fantasies.

Carrie gingerly turned and lay down in my arms.

"Girls, why don't you be polite and freshen up Captain Shank's penis. Make sure you do a good job now," she added. I looked down to see Tinkerbell and Sparkle sitting down astride my legs, their moist pussies rubbing against me before they began to lick me clean, starting at my balls and working upwards, seemingly not in the tiniest bit discomfited by the taste of Carrie's delectable arse on my dick.

Carrie kissed me passionately. "Welcome to Eden, Captain."

~~~

I spent the next few days, with the help of some rejuvenating drugs from the medicomp, almost continuously inside one delightful feminine hole or another, shagging, bumming, tit-wanking and face fucking the three of them in a variety of charming combinations and endless permutations.

Eventually, regretfully, I decided to go and investigate the wreck of my shuttle. I would only be gone for a few hours but I knew I'd miss Carrie's adept hot mouth, Sparkle's generous firm breasts and Tinkerbell's pert saucy arse despite them begging me to hurry back to a promise of an anal sex competition to see whose butt was the tightest.

However I needed to see what was left and whether the Brain on The Nuncupatory Wedge, my lost ship, had somehow managed to salvage my cargo, the result of the investment of all my savings.

I suited up and awkwardly rode the base drone in the low planetary surface gravity to the crash site, thankful the shuttle had detected the base and landed relatively close to it, only a few hours away.

At first glance the remains of the shuttle weren't encouraging. However, with a little brute force, I managed to force myself into the wreckage to have a look around.

I didn't find the cargo but almost immediately, I did find some coordinates on holographic paper.

Silently thanking The Wedge's beautiful Brain, I memorised them, knowing that even in those last few moments she'd had enough foresight to let me know where the crash had happened so, if I survived, I'd be able to recover the all-important cargo.

As I turned to leave I saw the result of another of the ship's great ideas. A hyperspace radio.

A hyperspace radio meant that I could contact the nearest system for help immediately. A hyperspace radio meant that a rescue ship could be with us within hours, days at the most. A hyperspace radio meant that I wouldn't be spending the next year wallowing in the unremitting ecstasy of long smooth legs, of vast firm breasts, of moist tight pussies, of tiny welcoming arseholes, of clever eager mouths.

Sometimes The Wedge looked after me too well, I thought. Knowing that there were no inhabited planets nearby, she must have jury rigged something from the main ship's communication systems and put it on the shuttle with my comatose body, in the hope that I might recover enough to call for help if I needed it. Of course she could have called immediately for aid but then, once the authorities had found me and nursed me back to good health, they would have executed me for smuggling. This way I had a fighting chance for survival. The clever thing.

Oh, well.

~~~

"Well, Captain how did it go?" Sparkle asked me as she helped me off with my suit. As usual, she was wearing nothing more than boots and a supportive brace under her huge tits.

"Could you salvage anything?" the naked Tinkerbell asked hopefully.

I looked at them each in turn.

"I'm sorry, girls there was nothing usable." I shook my head, trying to forget drop kicking the radio into the distance before I had set off on the journey back to the base.

Carrie pulled me towards her, nestling my head between her sizeable bare breasts.

"Never mind, Captain," she said. "At least we can spend the next year having a whole lot of fun," she promised, kissing my forehead lovingly.

"I suppose so," I replied and smiled. 



Eden Ch. 02



Chapter 2 of Eden's night with her boss. This time, It's Aidan's POV. For all of you who posted such nice comments to Chapter 1, I thank you. Hope you enjoy this one. I await your feedback with bated breath...

***

Aidan's heart had been in cardiac arrest since late this evening when he'd finally decided to do the unimaginable. He'd presumed that it had been written all over his face as he walked to the counter and in a small voice, asked for some help. 

"I'm buying underwear for my secretary... I've seen glimpses of her satiny bras and the tops of her stockings. I'm a pervert! I've been eyeing her up for months and now rather than do the decent thing and just ask her out, I'm going to buy her underwear and let her know that I don't just want to date her... I want to fuck her. I WANT TO FUCK MY SECRETARY!"

The assistants name was Therese and she was attractive and would tick all the boxes for Aidan ordinarily. Great figure, pretty face. But these last weeks, he'd been consumed with Eden Cook and until he knew one way or another, he couldn't entertain the notion of another woman.

'What size is she?' Therese asked helpfully. Aidan flushed. 'I don't know exactly.'

Therese pulled back the lapels of her suit jacket. There was a confidence there that unnerved him. She placed her hands on her hips and breathed in deeply.

Oh, you're good, Aidan thought inwardly. You're really, really good.

'Would she be the same size as me or would she be the same size as... perhaps Evanna here?' Therese clicked her fingers and a tall blonde sauntered over. 

'Size check,' Therese informed her. Evanna, looking thoroughly bored, pulled back the lapels of her jacket.

Aidan surmised this wasn't usually how men decided on sizes in lingerie shops but was too flustered to comment. In addition, the lingerie shop was packed with frantic men, buying underwear for mistresses and wives, and they were not receiving the same treatment as he was. Two pairs of breasts jutted at him inside white cotton. Therese's nipples were clearly visible. This was any man's fantasy yet Aidan felt like he had fallen into a pool full of sharks. He ran a finger around the neck of his collar. 

'I suppose about Evanna's size, yes,' he said sheepishly. Therese smiled knowingly, giving a cursory glance at Aidan's crotch. 

He groaned inwardly. 

The purchase was wrapped up and he paid for it with his credit card. He cursed himself for not having cash as it would have expedited the whole transaction.

'I suppose asking you for your number would be out of the question?' Therese asked sweetly as she placed the gift in a black shopping bag. 

Aidan tried to be polite.

'Well, I am buying underwear for another woman...' he said.

'Well, it depends on if it's for your wife or your girlfriend...' Therese said as Aidan took the bag from her hand. 

Aidan floundered. 'Neither actually,' he said haltingly. Therese's teeth appeared again through her ruby lips. 'Oh. So you're someone's secret Santa then?'

Aidan nodded but his face was tight. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to get as far away from this mantrap as was humanly possible.

'I'd like to think so. I'm in a rush, I gotta go. Look, thank you.'

The heat in the department store had enveloped him and he was almost faint by the time he got to the front door and gasped in the cold night air. He was suddenly aware of the weight in his left hand. Jesus. Now he had to deliver it.

***

He drove his car out of the car park and turned down the street to towards the front of the building. There she was, wrapped in a heavy black wool coat that seemed to dwarf her. He swallowed. Was he actually getting this lucky? Was this goddess actually agreeing to go back to his apartment? Had what happened earlier actually taken place or was he dreaming? It was the single most erotic moment of his life, bent over his desk while she tongued him, his arse bared to the world and her hair tickling his behind. All he knew was he was hard as hell and aching to shag her. He hadn't felt this aroused in years. Not since he was a teenager! What was it about her? Was it her innocence and yet her knowing exactly how to make him come? Was it the fact that she had turned out to be as kinky as he dreamed she would be? He didn't know but he planned on finding out...

He pulled up and she slid into the passenger seat. 

'Are you ok?' he asked nervously. He was praying she hadn't changed her mind. After all, he'd barely gotten to touch her. Would she suddenly be seized by embarrassment and back out?

'I'm fine. I had to tell a few lies in order to get away but... it's worth it,' she said, not looking at him directly. He moved out into the late night traffic. No words were spoken and Aidan was glad of it. It was as though speaking would somehow snap the sensual web they were ensconced in. He lived five minutes away but it was the longest five minutes of his life. It seemed every single traffic light was against him and every taxi driver in the city had made a pact to cut him off as he changed lanes. Finally, his lights swung up on the wall of his parking space in his apartment block and silently they got out. The lift to his floor was empty when the door slid back and they stepped in. In any other situation, he would've felt awkward but all he could think of was the raging erection that his coat was hiding. She got out of the lift first, waiting for him to walk before her down the corridor to his apartment. His key slid into the lock with a click and he opened the door. Slowly, Eden walked into his apartment.

Aidan flicked on the lights at the master switch. The apartment was suddenly bathed in soft light, mirrored by the lights that glittered on the river outside. He moved in behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

'May I take your coat?' he said quietly. There was a pause before she shrugged it off into his hands. He caught the smell of her hair as it flopped down over her shoulders. He placed it carefully across a high chair at the breakfast bar.

She moved further into his living room, taking in her surroundings as she went. She examined the photographs' on his book cabinet and ran her fingers across the spines of the books that were on the shelf underneath. Aidan glanced at the kitchen.

'Would you like a drink or maybe a coffee?'

Eden turned to him and fixed him with that deep blue stare of hers.

'A drink would be nice,' she said, moving towards the couch.

Aidan retrieved two brandy snifters from the kitchen and a bottle of Hennessy. 

He found her sitting on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, looking as prim and proper as a lady. A lady who had tongued his arsehole not an hour before. He fought to banish the image from his mind. She was a mass of contradictions.

'Your apartment is lovely,' she said softly, gazing out the windows towards the water.

'I think so. I moved in here about a year ago.'

'You've made it very homely.'

Aidan wanted to say that it was his ex that had done that. That it was she would had designed the whole apartment in the hopes of moving in there with him but he decided it was better not to mention anyone else.

'Thank you.' He handed her a glass and turned to her.

She sipped and to her credit, didn't choke back the burning liquid.

'You drink brandy often,' he asked. Eden placed her glass on the glass topped coffee table and leaned towards him.

'Only on special occasions.'

Aidan watched as her face loomed closer to his until she gently brushed her mouth of his.

'Mmm,' she said, tasting him. 'That's nice.'

Aidan placed his glass on the coffee table and turned back to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into him as he fell back against the cushions and lay her atop him. Her hips ground against him as the kiss deepened and their tongues sparred frantically in their mouths. She lifted her face from his.

'I want you,' she said softly, looking into his eyes and simultaneously grinding herself against his erection. 

The carnality of it made his breath catch.

'What do you want, Eden? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.'

He could barely believe he was showing as much restraint. His hunger for her was voracious.

She stood up and slowly undid the zipper underneath her arm. The dress fell in a gossamer pool around her feet. His eyes took in every inch of her. From her small but proud breasts with the achingly erect nubs inside her black bra to the planes of her flat stomach and her flaring hips. Her legs were strong looking. Runner's legs. Aidan ran his hands up from the back of her calves to her thighs. She groaned, her head falling back. A fresh wave of greed washed over him. He was going to have her and soon. He promised himself soon. But first, he wanted to reciprocate.

'Lie down on the sofa, Eden,' he commanded gently. Her eyes fluttered open as he spoke and wordlessly, she lay down on the sofa as he stood up. Aidan crouched by the sofa edge, a hand running from her thigh, up across her stomach to her breast. She gave a little whimper and her hips undulated against his sofa cushions. It was all he could do not to come right there and then in his trousers. His finger snagged the elastic at the waist of thong and pulled them slowly down over her hips, her thigh and legs until she kicked them off her feet. He didn't allow himself to look until the thong was gone. 

She was perfect. Dark and neatly trimmed, the evidence of her arousal glistening on the hairs there. She gave another little whimper. Aidan looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip as she writhed.

'What do you want, Eden?'

She gasped as his hand reached under her back and snapped open her bra. She slipped it off her shoulders and threw it on the coffee table. Her breasts her heavier now and her nipples were puckered and pink. 

Aidan forced himself to focus on her.

'Tell me what you want?'

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

'I want you to touch me...'

Aidan smiled. He ran one hand up her inner thigh while the other slowly traced the circumference of her breast before he finally snared her nipple between his fingers and gently flicked it. She gave a yelp of pleasure and suddenly moaned again as his fingers reached where she was wettest. She was soft there. Unimaginably so. He thought he might cry when he slipped a finger in and found her already clenching in anticipation of her orgasm. His thumb ran across the fat little bud of her arousal making her squeal and jump so he withdrew. She was too sensitive yet.

'You're so sensitive there, aren't you, Eden?' he whispered into her ear. 

'You need something softer to touch you there. Something less... invasive. I think I know what you want, Eden.' His whispers seemed to still her but her ragged breaths let him know that Eden liked this. Eden liked to be talked through her orgasm.

He leaned down and captured her rubbery nipple in his mouth, stroking it with his tongue and then flicking gently. 

'Don't move,' he said quickly, rising from where he was crouched and getting a high chair from the breakfast bar. He placed it in front of the window.

Eden lay, her fingers stroking her nipples. In all his life, Aidan had never seen a sight so provocative.

He picked her up and turned, placing her gently into the breakfast bar. He threw a cushion on the floor and knelt down between her knees. 

'I'm going to make you come now, Eden. I want you to come on my tongue.'

She gave a little moan as he settled on his knees and pulled her thighs apart. She was wet, wet and glistening. He kissed up the inside of the velvety skin of her thighs and with the very tip of his tongue, flicked her. She gasped.

His hands reached up and kneaded her breasts before he finally, with the gentlest of touches, teased her nipples. Butterfly light he kept them, learning her as she gasped out words of encouragement and delight.

She tasted better than he could ever have imagined. Like oysters, only warm and more sultry. She was steaming as he delved his fingers into her, feeling her orgasm approaching. She tightened around him and Aidan knew that this was how tight she would be when he slipped himself inside her. The thought made his crotch throb. She wriggled on the seat, her bottom slipping forwards, pushing her quim into his mouth, begging for more.

'That's it baby,' he breathed against her inner thigh, 'come for me.'

Aidan's tongue dipped lower while his fingers tickled her clit. She was moaning now, the same note over and over again. 'Ooh... ooh... ooh.' 

His tongue went lower, finding the tight little rosebud of her bottom, already twitching in anticipation. He fluttered over it, stroking her clit harder and still caressing her right breast.

'Mmm,' he said, his tongue fluttering over it again. It seemed it was all she needed. Eden came, her orgasm sending her into as spasm while Aidans tongue returned to her clit to push her through her barrier and force her higher.

'Oh... AIDAN,' she cried out, her fingers entwined in his chocolate brown hair, her hips writhing against his mouth.

Finally, she grew still. He looked up at her.

'OK?' he asked. She nodded, barely able to speak.

'Better than good,' she said quietly. Aidan smiled. 

He'd wanted it to be good for her. She was, without a doubt, the most sensual woman he'd ever met. She seemed to ooze sex although she was entirely unaware of the fact. There was a quiet sexuality about her that made him want to strip back all the layers of prim and proper professionalism and make her scream out his name. Aidan had achieved that tonight and if he never even got to see her again, he would die happy for the fact that tonight, as she'd come so hard she almost fell off the chair, Eden Cook had cried out his name.

He went into the bedroom and got his robe for her. When he turned to walk back out, she was there, gloriously naked, draped across the doorway.

'No. No clothes yet, Aidan. Speaking of which... aren't you slightly overdressed?'



Eden Ch. 02



Part 2: Beyond Eden

I surveyed the wreckage of my old ship, The Nuncupatory Wedge, with mixed feelings.

She had been my constant companion for a good fifteen terran years before I had lost her, just three years ago. I had been smuggling some extremely special cargo out Beyond when something had happened to her. I had only the haziest memories of an explosion before I lost consciousness. Luckily for me, with her dying actions, The Wedge had somehow managed to jettison her escape shuttle with me in it along with the coordinates of the wreckage site so that I could make my way back if I were able.

The shuttle had identified an unmanned base on a planet, less than a light-hour hubwards and had set off towards it while keeping me in a sub-coma.

My good fortune had continued when the base turned out to be inhabited by three castaways, all sexually-desperate gorgeous young Mod women.

I sighed, remembering the fifteen idyllic months I'd been with them before we were rescued, typically spending each perfect day in a haze of sexual bliss whilst the three girls and I casually and lasciviously experimented with each other's bodies.

But now as I looked at the debris of my former ship, my savage satisfaction at finally finding her was coloured by a deep melancholy at her loss.

It didn't take long to find the cargo bay. It had broken into three pieces but the consignment was still there, a packaged cube no bigger than two metres a side. It was spinning crazily as the fragments of the superstructure lazily floated around it.

It took a few hours to slow its rotation and bring it aboard my newly reconditioned freighter, The Effulgent Libertine, an old ship I had restored using various parts from various old wrecks, calling in every favour I had accumulated throughout my grubby lifetime.

As the package gradually acclimatised in The Libertine's cargo bay, I watched it on a screen. To think that this tiny package was the key to my future – the difference between untold riches on one hand and a lifetime of minor long haul jobs of dubious legality and struggling to make ends meet on the other.

The package contained one of the rarest and most sought-after pieces of technology available in the galaxy: a Morris-Hitachi 'Terraform-Buster' Planetary Grade VI Seeding Bomb. Banned across the civilised galaxy apart from after an interminably long process of approval by each member of the entire Pan-Galactic Assembly, the Seeding Bomb could turn a standard terran sized lump of rock into a fully-functioning life-friendly nitrogen-oxygen balanced planet in just a few years.

They were used extensively a couple of hundred terran years ago when the human race expanded chaotically throughout the galaxy but once this over-expansion ground to a halt with a resultant cross-galactic economic crash, the various planetary governments decided that, for reasons of security and politics, maybe it wasn't safe to just allow anyone access to these amazing pieces of kit.

In any case, in practice it was an exceptionally rare occurrence for an accepted government to be allowed to use one. And it was unheard of for any to fall into the hands of private individuals.

Which was why when I had found one, I knew my life had changed.

I had been making a run across the back end of the Sirian Concourse almost four years ago when The Wedge had detected potential salvage in a minor asteroid belt. I'd debated even bothering to look; after all 95% of such opportunities turned out to be a waste of time. But I'd taken a chance and had been rewarded handsomely with the remnants of a Rigellan Navy Dreadnought, probably holed after shield failure.

In any case, the wreck had been maybe 180 years old and had yielded the kind of flotsam of which an old pirate like me could only dream in the form of a pristine Seeding Bomb, complete with initiation keys.

Of course, I had known I had to be careful. Wars had been fought over Seeding Bombs and, if I wanted to yield any value, I'd known I'd have to take it Beyond.

Beyond represented those worlds outside the aegis of the Pan-Galactic Assembly, the galaxy's de facto governing organisation. When you went Beyond you took a chance, leaving behind the accepted laws and received morals of humanity. Beyond was where you could buy anything for a price on one of many single-interest crackpot planets run by governments ranging from personal dictatorships to eccentric qualified democracies and everything in between.

In any case I'd known that the Bomb would be confiscated as soon as I revealed its existence unless I took it Beyond to someone who would be willing to pay its real value.

And that's what I'd been doing when something had destroyed my ship, almost destroying me and leaving me stranded for months with my, admittedly, gorgeous companions.

I brought my mind back to the present to focus on the task in hand which was to find The Wedge's data recorder to see if there were any clues to what had actually happened to destroy her.

It took longer to find but I eventually located it and downloaded it into The Libertine's brain. What it told me left me breathless with anger.

I had been attacked.

My indistinct recollection of an explosion hadn't been caused by an asteroid strike or engine failure but by an anti-personnel anti-electronics ultra-violet missile, fired unprovoked by an unknown aggressor who had presumably wanted to kill me and destroy my ship's control system whilst leaving my cargo intact.

But The Wedge had struck back. As she was dying she had managed to retaliate lethally, destroying the aggressor, an unidentified medium-sized craft, with a pulse of gamma radiation. And then the husk of The Wedge, left unprotected from meteor collision for years, had gradually broken apart.

I set course for the estimated current position of whatever might be left of the hostile craft.

It took several days of searching but I eventually I found out who had attacked me. Partial data from a damaged recorder along with the scraps of various personal items told me that the ship was part of the official navy of Celestine, a planet far Beyond.

And, to my amazement, further research by The Libertine quickly revealed that Celestine was a Mod planet!

Thousands of years ago, the human race had split into those who were willing to genetically modify their embryos to produce perfect specimens of humanity and those who were not. The genetically modified or Mods eventually seceded to their own planets leaving the unmodified, or Rockers, behind. No-one knew the original derivation of the term 'Rocker' but I had always been proud to be one.

I wasn't perfectly proportioned like a Mod but at least I was still naturally a human. Unsurprisingly, Rockers and Mods didn't get on and simply didn't mix unless they had to.

My attitude had changed though after the time with the three Mod girls, who apart from their delectable physical flawlessness actually turned out to have extremely pleasant personalities. As much as I had enjoyed the uninhibited access to their glorious bodies, I had also loved being with them.

But then, they hadn't lived in snobbish elitist Mod society for years before I had met them and had been delighted to meet a real live man.

In any case I had no idea why a Mod planet would want to track me down and destroy me. Unless. of course, they had somehow found out that I had the seeding bomb. But how?

I needed to do some research and to do that I needed to speak to some Mods, who were not known to mix with Rockers. And the only Mods I knew were Carrie, Tinkerbell and Sparkle, my ex-castaway companions.

I cast my mind back to when I had last seen them.

We had eventually been picked up from the base that had been our home for so long by an unmanned rescue drone which had responded to the faint and slow radio signals sent out years before when they had first been marooned.

We had arrived at the nearest planet which, as luck would have it, was an established Mod democracy.

Within minutes of arriving the girls had been hustled away from me, no doubt to make contact with their families and I had been perfunctorily thanked for my support and quarantined before being sent off on the next packet to Rocker civilisation.

I'd not seen or spoken to any of them since then but at least I knew exactly what one of my former companions was now doing.

Tinkerbell had been around twenty terran years old when I'd last seen her. She had always been bold and cheeky but not to the point that I ever thought she would become a porn star. To be specific she was now an actress who specialised in Rocker porn.

Not many Mod women became porn stars and even fewer would 'demean' themselves by having sex with what Mods considered inferior beings, i.e. Rockers.

So when I'd been browsing for some stimulating entertainment one lonely evening and found myself looking at a full-dimensional clip of Tinkerbell, her mouth stuffed with ugly Rocker cock I had been, at first, astounded and then amused. It certainly brought back memories.

It was a relatively short hop to Gethber Zeta, the planetary home of Tinkerbell's studio, Rabid Galactic Entertainment. It took persistence and the full range of my influencing abilities to get a message to Tinkerbell, or rather to Lady Serena Slut, her newly acquired stage name.

And then I had to wait a few days for the completion of a new production before Tinkerbell could fit me into her diary but eventually I found myself being shown up through robust security to a plush modern penthouse in Gethber City.

Tinkerbell still looked gorgeous. She was wearing a stretchy skin-tight silver sleeveless body suit and matching boots, showing off her tall figure, long smooth legs and flawless full high breasts. Her eyes were a sparkling green and slightly slanted, full of mischief and challenge.

As a Mod, her features were Beyond perfect, almost unnaturally faultless and even.

As soon as she saw me, her ruby red lips parted in grin and she bounded towards and jumped into my arms, her mouth seeking mine for a passionate kiss.

At first I was slightly concerned, not knowing where her tongue had been that day, but her soft yielding bosom against my chest and the firmness of her buttocks in my hands soon changed my attitude.

"Oh, Grark! It's wonderful to see you," she said pulling back to look me in the eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't see you earlier but my agent manages my time so closely. I've got half an hour to do whatever you want but not a minute longer because I'm due to catch a transfer to Vega to publicise my new production. Would you like to fuck me up my arse?"

I considered briefly. "Er, OK."

Surprisingly it took a lot of effort to force myself into Tinkerbell's tiny red bumhole. She explained, between grunts of discomfort as I pushed myself into her butt, that she hadn't done anal since she had last been with me because the cocks she worked with now were just too big.

I could have taken offence at the implied slur but it was difficult to be upset with her as her arse was delightful, tight and hot, snug and welcoming. And in any case, I thought it was sweet that she was so pleased to see me that her first thought was to pleasure me through the generous gift of her bum.

"Oh, Grark, ugh, I've missed you, ugh, and I really miss it up the arse, ugh," she groaned, leaning over a couch as I buggered her. "It feels like ages, ugh, since we were, ooh, on the base. Oh, yeah, spunk in my tight dirty butt. Go on, fuck my slutty bumhole, ugh," she encouraged lewdly.

On cue, I spurted copiously into her fundament, filling her rectum with my sticky spunk. "Oh, fuck yes," I moaned in release, as she looked happily back at me over her graceful shoulder.

I slid out of her and Tinkerbell turned with a contented sigh to wipe me clean with a tiny wisp of unidentifiable clothing that happened to be lying to hand.

Once she was satisfied that I was spotless, she pushed me back onto a couch and jumped into my lap, nuzzling my neck while we talked, casually allowing me to play with her fat red-tipped creamy breasts.

"So what's made you come and see me after all this time, Grark?" she asked in her singsong and impish voice.

"I'm trying to find out about goings-on a Mod planet," I replied as I rolled her left nipple between finger and thumb. Fuck, I'd forgotten how hot she was. "Considering how closed Mod society is, at least to a Rocker like me, I didn't know who else to talk too. And I don't know where the other two are. So when I saw you in a vid, I thought I'd see if you could help."

Tinkle laughed delightfully. "Ah, Grark, I'm further away from 'Mod society' than any Rocker. You see once we were rescued I tried to do my best to integrate but I just couldn't. I didn't know my family and I felt so constrained which is ironic considering where we were trapped for so long!"

She wiggled her bottom before taking my hand and pushing it between her legs. I began rubbing her clit in a small circular motion.

"Ooh, Grark, you haven't forgotten what I like!" She continued, "All I knew was that I loved to have sex. But none of the Mod men I fucked were right for me – they were too smooth, too perfect. I wanted rough Rocker cock like yours. So I ran away to become a porn star so I could have as much of it as I wanted! When I walked into the offices of Rabid, they couldn't believe their luck. I guess it's not surprising that being marooned for that long can change a person. Oh, yes, don't stop!"

She grabbed my hand, urging me to speed up until she came with a delicious squeak. She let a long sigh as her breathing slowed. "Oh, thanks, Grark. That was lovely! You'd be surprised how little I come. You really must visit me more often. You can do anything you want to me. I'll even introduce you to some of my co-stars if you want – they're not Mods but they're still gorgeous and they'll fuck you as a favour if I ask them," she promised.

She kissed me affectionately before retrieving her body suit and boots. I had only a few minutes left.

"So have you any idea how I can find out about this planet?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied. "But I do know where Sparkle is. I'm not the only one who found integration difficult. The last I heard she left home to become a lesbian nun in the Divine Convent of the Holistic and Splendid Diaspora. It's in the Achernar system. She might be able to help."

She hugged me pushing her hips against my now erect cock.

"Oh, Grark, you've got a hard-on again. You poor thing! Oh, and I've got to go otherwise I'd suck you off!" 

On cue, the door slid open and a pretty woman in a business suit popped her head around the corner.

"Lady Slut? I know you didn't want me to disturb you but your limo is waiting and you really need to go if you want to catch your ship!"

"It's OK, Tami. I'm ready to go now. But I need your help. Would you please be a darling and give my dear friend Grark a really good blowjob. I've left him all horny and that just wouldn't do!" Tinkerbell said, blowing me a kiss as she left. "And Grark, make sure you come back and see me soon!"

With a wave, she swept out of the room, her tight silver-clad buttocks clenching and unclenching rhythmically, leaving me open-mouthed at her impudence.

I was brought back to reality as Tami slipped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"Please, Sir, do have a seat," she said, tying her dark hair up behind her head before kneeling down in front of me.

As it turned out Tami was one of the administrative assistants at Rabid. She was obviously very ambitious and eager to please because, a slight initial grimace apart, she didn't hesitate to expertly suck me off despite my recent anal fun with Tinkerbell.

All-in-all, I left the planet in a very satisfied state, resolving to come back and visit Tinkerbell as soon as I could.

It was simple enough to locate and make my way to the The Divine Convent of the Holistic and Splendid Diaspora on Achernar.

Apparently the cult of the Holistic and Splendid Diaspora believed in the oneness of all humanity and that our mission was to populate all systems in the galaxy at which point the universe would cease to be and we would all become part of a divine gestalt light-filled entity. Or something like that.

In any case the Divine Convent was a magnificent building in the style of an ancient Earth gothic cathedral except in pink.

I wasn't sure about how I'd be received but when I turned up and asked a nun in a dark blue habit for Sister Sparkle, I was taken to a small apse to find a row of odd double-doored booths, some of which seem to be occupied. The nun told me they were confessional booths where I could confess my sins.

I thanked her but said I wouldn't know where to start.

I was asked to enter the left-hand side of one of these booths to find a seat with a small semi-opaque sliding hatch at face height to the other section.

Within a few minutes, I heard the other door open and saw a black-robed figure entering. She settled back so I couldn't see her face.

"Hello, how may I help you?" Sparkle said.

I recognised her voice immediately.

Sparkle was the same age as Tinkerbell but didn't have her boundless confidence and arrogance. As soon as I met them I had felt lust for the girls but I'd also experienced an added protectiveness towards Sparkle. Don't misunderstand me though – she was seriously hot.

After all she was stunning, with a dusky curvaceous body and soft ash blonde hair. Her eyes were a warm brown and her mouth generous. Her breasts were arguably her best feature, enormous on such a sinuous long-legged frame.

I'd spent hours sucking on her fat brown nipples enjoying the enormous heft of her bosom, fascinated by its paradoxically soft firmness.

"Sparkle, it's me," I answered.

There was a pause. "Grark! Is that really you?" she said, her voice rising in excitement. Pulling it open, she leant forward and smiled at me through the partition. She hadn't changed a bit. Apart from the black nun's habit, obviously.

"Hi, Sparkle!" I said. "Or should I call you 'Sister'?"

"Grark! I can't believe it's you! I thought it would be another member of my family trying to persuade me to go back with them. Sister Flik didn't tell me you were a Rocker."

I sat forward and kissed her on the cheek, not wanting to be too forward with a nun yet at the same time keen to show my affection for her.

"Oh, Grark!" Sparkle said before bringing her hand to my face to kiss me on my lips. The kiss developed until we were snogging passionately.

I paused to take a breath.

"Er, Sparkle. Should we be doing this?" I asked conscious there were other people around us in other booths. And that she was a nun.

"Oh, no! We shouldn't! I don't know what I was thinking! I guess I've really missed you. I can't believe it's really you! How are you?"

I explained my mission and how Tinkerbell had sent me to her as someone who might be able to help. After asking all about Tinkerbell and expressing shock at her career choice, she moved back onto my task.

"Oh, well I do have a little contact with Mods. But not much. I do know where Carrie is though. She's a proper Mod lady now, married to an important businessman on Merak III. She would be able to help."

"That's really useful, Sparkle. Thanks so much. But what happened to you? How come you're here?"

"Oh, I tried but I really struggled to fit in. There were just too many people. I wanted some solitude. And Mod men scare me – they're all so tall. I guess I got used to nice short tubby men like you Grark. I came here for a few months to get away from it, despite my parents wanting me to become a nice normal Mod woman. But I like it here. There aren't any men and I get to have lots of great sex with the other sisters."




Eden Ch. 02



Slightly put out by her comment on my height but aroused by the thought of her with the other nuns, I said, "Oh, well. Looks like I've turned you off men for life then!"

"Oh no, not you, Grark. You were always so lovely to me; you don't scare me at all. If only I could take you somewhere private, I'd have sex with you straight away, for old times' sake. But I can't leave the convent and I can't take you off the church floor. Although, I could probably suck you off here though if you're not too noisy."

I hadn't been expecting any such thing but didn't hesitate. "Er, why not," I said standing up and pulling my cock out and pushing it through the partition for Sparkle's attention.

Sparkle's slurping mouth brought back memories of my time on the base. Watching my penis slowly sliding out of her full pout as her tongue danced over the head of my dick was both heavenly and comfortingly familiar.

Her big brown eyes looked up at me adoringly as she sucked, making me feel like I was the most important thing in the universe for those few minutes as she bobbed her head up and down me until I came generously over her loving tongue.

"Fuck, that was good, Sparkle," I said, as she wiped her mouth delicately, licking her fingers clean.

"I do miss you, Grark. I haven't touched a cock since I last saw you. You promise you'll come back and visit? I'll suck you off again."

"Oh, fuck, yes, Sparkle. I'll be back," I assured her.

After I'd said goodbye to Sparkle, I made the short hop to Merak III to find Carrie, knowing that she might be difficult to contact but determined to find her.

And indeed the greeting I got on Merak was inhospitable, to say the least. I was quarantined and fumigated like an animal before I was allowed to touchdown. The unfriendly Mod officials quizzed me on my reasons for visiting as if I were a common criminal. Well maybe, they were right about that but there was no need to be rude.

Obviously I didn't reveal my true intentions, instead fabricating a dull story about trying to set up an export contract for the local delicacy, an intoxicating yet faintly rancid tree sap. I was told that I had no chance but that I could stay in the sole hostel reserved for my kind ("Dirty Rocker Scum") and that I wasn't allowed out of the spaceport area.

The hostel was basic yet functional and staffed by a miserable Rocker family who told me that I was wasting my time trying to do any business with the Mods of Merak III. I thanked them for their concern, told them I'd be staying a few days and locked myself in my room, eager to access the local systems.

It didn't take long to find out that Carrie was now married to Lord J. Jango Hawberry, a scion of the immensely influential Hawberry family, and a respected politician in his own right. So she was no longer Carrie Butterfly-Loveflute but rather Her Gorgeousness, the Lady Hawberry of Merakby.

It took a lot longer to work out how to contact her.

It would have been easy to get in touch with her husband's office but that didn't seem the most politic of solutions. I mean what would I say? Hi, I used to fuck your wife a lot – please can you help me find out about a planet a rogue Mod planet? I decided to try a different tack.

After some patient research and some online deception, I eventually managed to find the communication details of Merakby Manor, home to the Hawberry family.

I considered trying to sneak out to see her but concluded that the risk would just be too great.

Instead I sent a message to the house from the fictitious Eden Clothing Emporium, proprietor Tinkle Grark, saying that her new suit was ready for collection and including my contact details. I figured that Carrie was more than intelligent enough to work out the message.

I was right but what I hadn't expected was for her to turn up in person at the hostel.

I was woken in the early hours by an insistent message on my communicator.

"I'm outside – let me in," Carrie said. 

It was easy enough to sneak her in and up to my room without alerting anyone. Once there she slipped off the hooded cloak she had been wearing to maintain her anonymity.

I gasped as she revealed her long tall curvy body. As with every Mod woman, she was flawlessly lovely.

Her cool blue eyes contrasted deliciously with her glowing brown skin and her black hair was long and lustrous down her back. I'd forgotten just how lengthy her legs and just how large her breasts were. Her tight black two-pieced outfit showcased her figure perfectly.

Before I'd had a chance to speak, she said heatedly, "Grark! What the fuck are you doing here? Have you any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?"

Slightly surprised by her anger, I replied sarcastically, "I'm pleased to see you too, Carrie."

With a sigh she sat down heavily on my bed, crossing her long legs and shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, Grark. It's just that Rockers aren't very welcome on this planet and if anyone found out I were consorting with one... Let's just say my life wouldn't be very pleasant. I'm a married woman now."

I smiled at her encouragingly, sitting down beside her. "It's OK. Nobody will know. I think my message was cryptic enough to fool anyone who might have seen it. So what's happened to you then?"

Carrie appeared a little more reassured and began to explain that, once she had made sure that Tinkerbell and Sparkle had made it back to their families, she had been determined to get her life back to normal, in particular wanting to make sure she was financially secure.

After some research, she had decided to spend some time at a resort known to be frequented by the influential and wealthy, sharing her delectable body as a bribe to pay her way. Eventually she had met Hawberry and seduced him, ultimately becoming his wife.

I congratulated her on the successful execution of her plan and she smiled wryly in return.

"Grark, I can't stay too long otherwise I might be missed. As it happens, Jango is off-planet at the moment so I'll be OK for a little while but I don't want to take any ridiculous risks." She stood up and kicked off her shoes, before peeling down her tight black trousers to reveal her lack of underclothing. "Come on then, let's get on with it."

I stared at the tiny strip of dark hair sitting just above her lewd pussy lips, my penis hardening instantly.

"What are you doing?" I asked rather stupidly.

Carrie stopped, her eyes wide in surprise. "Oh! I thought you were here to fuck me. You mean you don't want to?"

I hurriedly pulled off my pants. "Oh, no, I really really do! There's something else I'd like to discuss too though."

Carrie pushed me back on the bed, her long brown legs straddling me as she rudely fingered her cunt, before plunging down on my cock with a deep sigh.

As she slowly ground her hips back and forth, squeezing me with her tight pussy muscles, she lent back and pulled off her top, her fat breasts bouncing hypnotically as they were released. I reached up to pinch her high dark brown nipples which were as perky and suckable as I remembered.

We fucked for a good hour in several different positions, Carrie coming repeatedly, making delicious high animal grunts as she orgasmed. Eventually I couldn't hold off any more and held her tightly in my arms as I spunked long and hard deep in her delightfully snug pussy.

As we held each other's sweaty naked bodies in a post-coital haze, I commented that I hadn't expected her to be so keen to fuck, considering her status as a respectable married woman.

She kissed my cheek, whilst idly playing with the mat of hair on my chest.

"I couldn't think why else you'd want to see me. I just assumed you missed using my Mod body and had turned up to shag me. Was I wrong?" she said, tweaking my left nipple.

"Oh, no. I really missed your body. And that was a fantastic fuck. Thanks so much!" I answered truthfully.

She kissed me tenderly. "I missed you too, Grark. Although, I'm very happy to be married and to be so well off. I don't want for anything. And Jango is gorgeous, tall and muscled, like all Mod men."

I hated him already.

She continued, "But the sex just isn't as free and as forceful as it was when I was with you. Before I came here I was expecting that you'd want to have me and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to pretend that I was enjoying it. But when I saw you, I just wanted it to be like it used to be."

She seemed to have forgotten that she was in a hurry. "What else did you want?" she asked, idly tickling my soft cock with her long fingernails.

I explained about my quest to find out all I could about the planet Celestine.

"I think I've heard of Celestine," she answered. "It's supposed to be a colony of Mods who hate Rockers so much that they moved Beyond to get away from them. Considering the resources that Jango's office has at its disposal, I should be able to find out a lot more. I won't be able to slip away but I'll send you some data tomorrow."

I thanked her with a squeeze of her huge firm breasts as she languidly wanked me with both of her hands before slipping down my body to toss me off into her mouth, flicking her tongue over my knob. I tried to hold off for as long as possible but it wasn't long before I spunked generously over her tongue for what seemed an age. She happily swallowed every drop with relish, before getting up to get dressed.

As she left, she kissed me lovingly, "Please be careful, Grark. And come back and see me if you can, although make sure you're discreet."

As promised, Carrie sent me a full profile of Celestine the next day. Within a few hours I had left the hostel and was on course for Beyond.

Apparently the colony of Celestine had been founded a couple of hundred years before by a group of radical Mod separatists whose view was that Rockers were a different sub-human species. There were only a few hundreds of thousands in the community but they believed in strict segregation from Rockers and wouldn't even import Rocker-made goods.

Finding a suitable planet to support a large population was extremely difficult and, despite being a haven from Rockers, Celestine was highly geologically active with a poor atmosphere, forcing the colonists to live under artificial conditions on the Southern tip of the largest continent. The plan had been to terraform the planet further but the strict rules covering the use of Seeding Bombs had made this prohibitive in terms of cost.

As I absorbed the information pack, I was beginning to see why Celestine was so desperate for a Seeding Bomb. I sat up though when I read the section on recent history.

Just a few years before, Althea Smite, the current Arch-Prime or elected leader of Celestine, had won office on a platform promising that she had access to a Seeding Bomb that would allow the colony to expand. However since then her promise had remained unfulfilled. And indeed with another election coming up, she looked like being dismissed by the disgruntled electorate.

It didn't take a genius to conclude that the Seeding Bomb to which Smite was referring was the one I had found. Which would then lead to the inevitable deduction that Arch-Prime Althea Smite had ordered one of her own navy ships to locate me, kill me and take the bomb.

I planned carefully how I would approach Smite. I was really looking forward to meeting her.

I stopped off at a friendly world, not far Beyond to stock up on some particular items and to make a few precautionary modifications to the Libertine. And then I headed off to Celestine.

Celestine was relatively far Beyond, a long way from civilisation. My impression as I approached was a world not too much smaller than Earth but with a lot less land area.

I was hailed by an automated brain as soon as I was spotted, warning me that no Rocker would be allowed to land on Celestine and that I would be destroyed if I approached any closer without identifying myself. Very friendly, I thought.

I stopped and sent a message marked for the attention of Arch-Prime Smite containing a simple picture of the first of three ignition keys for the Seeding Bomb. I put my feet up and waited for them to take the bait.

Within an hour I was being hailed by video.

I hadn't been prepared for just how gorgeous Althea Smite looked so I probably gaped vacantly a bit when her face appeared on screen. She had waves of shiny black hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen, large and luminous. It was difficult to tell her age but she looked like she used to being obeyed. If she hadn't already tried to kill me, I would probably have fallen in love with her, although I understood she was married. I could certainly see why she had been voted into office: even for a Mod, she was implausibly attractive.

"Who are you?" she asked haughtily in a husky melodious voice, with a look of disgust on her face at the sight of my unsightly Rocker face.

I smiled back at her. "Well, that's not a very nice way of greeting someone who can grant your dearest wish. My name is Captain Grark Shank. I believe I've got something you might want."

"Shank!" she exclaimed, her beautiful face furious with shock. "But you're..."

"...Dead?" I finished for her, my suspicions confirmed.

She stared at me in astonishment. "Wh-what do y-you want?" she stammered eventually.

"I think it might be a good idea if we meet. Like I say, I have something you really, really want."

The line went dead.

I chuckled to myself at his stunned reaction. I settled down to wait.

A few hours later, I was woken by the ship's alarms signalling that we were under attack. I checked the screens. As expected, Smite had sent a ship to take the Bomb, attacking using a UV-missile with the aim of killing me and destroying the ship's control systems without damaging any cargo aboard.

Now, I know I can be a fool but there was no way I was going to fall for the same gag twice. I had, relatively cheaply, armoured the Libertine with a defensive grid which happily absorbed the pulse of radiation and stored it. They were cumbersome devices not normally found on freighters like the Libertine but easily fitted if really necessary.

The missile was harmlessly absorbed by the grid, charging up the ship's defensive fields. Chortling, I waited to be hailed once more.

Smite took a long time to swallow her pride; I was attacked ineffectively by UV missile twice more, obviously with the aim of destroying me while not damaging the Seeding Bomb, before I was finally contacted again.

She looked at me as if I were a pubic hair she'd just found in her luxury ice cream.

"I will send up a transfer vessel to bring you to the surface," she began haughtily, as if she hadn't just tried to kill me for a third, or rather, fourth time.

"I don't think so," I cut across her, although I really could have listened to her smoky voice forever. "Considering your clumsy attacks, I'm not so sure I'd be too safe down there. You can come up here. I'm not so stupid to expose myself to whatever welcoming committee you've prepared for me."

Her deliciously challenging eyes widened in anger. "Never! I'm not coming up to your filthy germ-ridden ship!"

I smiled my most irritating smile. "Well, in that case, I'll just have to see if I can find a market for my merchandise elsewhere. See you, later Arch-Prime!"

"Wait! Just wait!" I could see her desperately searching for the right words. "Have you really got a Seeding Bomb?" she asked in an almost humble voice. Almost. Her eyes still flashed contemptuously as she spoke.

"Yes, I have. You come up here alone and unarmed and you can check it." I showed her the full set of initiation keys, a series of marked metal discs with Hitachi-Morris branding. "This is my final offer. Refuse once more and I'm gone."

She gasped, as those glorious verdant eyes stared hungrily at the keys. She nodded slowly before answering. "OK."

Two hours later her shuttle docked with The Libertine.

I watched her via camera as she entered the airlock. She was tall and dressed in bulky white clothing which hid her body effectively but it was obvious that she was absolutely gorgeous.

I waited a moment to admire her beauty before I activated a microphone and spoke to her via a speaker. "Welcome, Arch-Prime Spite. I see you've kept the first part of our agreement by coming alone. Now, I want to make sure you are unarmed. Please stand still."

Her eyes widened in alarm as the ship scanned her remotely. Immediately a warning chime sounded.

"Oh, dear, Arch-Prime," I chastised. "It seems that you are carrying a weapon. A Diablo-XC7 Ass-Popper Laserpistol if I'm correct."

She looked crestfallen, obviously not expecting me to have installed sophisticated scanners in the airlock.

"I'm afraid you have violated my trust once too often. If you want to come in, then you can disrobe and put your clothing into the open hatch."

"What! Never! Don't be obscene," she refused angrily,

I smiled. "In which case, please feel free to recall your shuttle and leave."

She hung her head dejectedly for a full minute before lifting her face and shaking her head. I wasn't sure but she seemed to have tears in her eyes. She murmured to herself inaudibly whilst pulling off her boots, jacket and heavy trousers, before dumping them in the hatch. Underneath she was wearing nothing more than a tight white vest and matching panties as well as an arm holster for her gun.

I let out a long sigh as I admired her body, long and curvaceous.

"Put the gun in the hatch or leave," I ordered.

She hesitated further, obviously torn between the salvation of a Seed Bomb and getting out of this awful situation.

Evidently, she made a decision because she pulled off the holster and weapon and unceremoniously dumped it into the transfer hatch before crossing her arms sullenly.

She looked stunning, her bold features and wide mouth framed perfectly by her shiny dark hair.

I rubbed my expanding crotch whilst the ship analysed her again. She was safe now.

"Ok," I said via the microphone. "You can come in." I opened the door to the cargo bay remotely and went down to meet her.

In the cargo bay, she walked towards me warily, obviously uncomfortable at being partially undressed.

"Wait, there," I said. "Put your arms above your head and turn slowly."

She grunted in annoyance but complied, allowing me to inspect her body, ostensibly for any undetected weapons.

I sighed in wonder at her taut slender body and enormous boobs while she peeled off her leggings. She really was tall, maybe 15cm taller than me, with extraordinarily long legs and a stupendous bosom.

I got a closer look at her pale creamy skin, smooth and perfect. On closer inspection she appeared maybe only in her early-thirties, young to be a successful politician. Then again, maybe because she was a Mod, she looked younger than she really was.

Her delightfully shaped mouth was tight in anger as I stared through her thin vest at her boobs, which appeared to be perfectly round and with large dark nipples that were stiff with cold, pointing at me accusingly.

Her knickers were semi-transparent and I could clearly make out a small patch of dark hair sitting cutely above her pussy.

I had to remind that she had had no compunction about ordering my killing.

She looked down at me disdainfully. "If you've had enough of ogling me can I have my clothes?" she demanded.

I just smiled and shook my head. "No, you've already tried to murder me. You don't deserve any consideration."

She seemed to deflate at this and once again she looked like she might cry. I was impressed when she took a deep breath and looked back up at me assertively once more.

"Do you have it?" Her voice was softer, perhaps less demanding. Maybe she was realising that she wasn't exactly in the strongest of positions.




Eden Ch. 02



I nodded. "Oh, yes." I walked over to a large cube, taller than me, positioned against a wall. I pulled off the covering with a flourish, causing her to gasp.

I chuckled at her reaction as she slowly walked to the Seeding Bomb and stroked the side of it lovingly. She looked at me sharply. "How do I know it's real?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I guarantee it's real. I've got initiation keys and there's an authenticity chip inside which you can scan if you wish. And I have the initiation keys in the control room. This is the real thing. And I know how much you want it."

She turned to face me, her hands on her sweeping silky hips. "What do you want?"

I couldn't help glancing down to her fine bosom causing her to snort in disgust. I adjusted my rapidly stiffening cock surreptitiously.

"Before we get onto the price for this fine and rare piece of merchandise, I just wanted to show you this," I said, referring to a small disc attached to the Bomb. Her eyes widened knowingly as she contemplated my insurance.

"This, as you seem to know, is a positron mine. It's controlled remotely by my ship and is set to detonate if anything happens to me or the craft. My vital signs are being monitored and if I lose consciousness, it explodes. If I suffer any trauma, it explodes. If I die, it explodes. If the ship's hull is breached, it explodes. If pressure or gravity falls, it explodes. Basically, if you try anything, it explodes. Do you understand?"

She nodded. She looked defeated.

"What do you want in return?" she asked again, this time there was more than a hint of pleading in her sultry voice.

Now at this stage I had meant to get her to tell me exactly how she'd found out about the bomb before either demanding an unfeasibly large amount of money or, alternatively, throwing her out. Unfortunately my cock took over from my brain.

"What are you willing to do to get it?" I asked, taking my time to look her tremendous body up and down.

"Anything," she answered simply.

"Anything? Show me," I demanded.

She paused briefly before walking towards, her eyes staring into mine even as she knelt in front of me. She smelt divine, citrusy and clean.

Her long graceful fingers unfastened my trousers and pulled them down, causing my erection to spring free.

Just for a second, her mask failed as she shuddered at the sight of my dick. I knew it wasn't beautiful but there really was no need for her to be so revolted. In any case, I didn't really care.

She hesitantly reached out with her right hand and slowly peeled back my foreskin before she leant forward and tentatively licked me.

Here eyes opened in surprise. "Oh!"

"What?" I grunted at her.

"It's, well, it's clean," she said her shock evident.

"Of course it's clean, I'm not an animal."

She raised a dark eyebrow at my response but maintained eye contact while taking me into her mouth and sucking progressively harder until she was slurping on me like I was a favourite treat.

As she slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock, making a tight ring with her soft lips, I moaned in pleasure. She might be a Mod, she might be a politician but she really knew how to give head.

She paused to lick up and down my shaft, even venturing to lick and suck my balls, before tossing me into her mouth, flicking my glans with her agile tongue.

I reached down to grab her long shiny dark hair and began thrusting my hips slowly, powerfully fucking her mouth whilst she worked her tongue around me, seemingly keen for me to come.

It didn't take too long to oblige as I felt myself reaching completion rapidly under her enchanting ministrations.

"Oh, you dirty slut," I groaned causing her to grunt something unintelligible around her mouthful of penis.

I came bountifully, filling her tight mouth with my spunk generously until my spurts died down to a few tiny dribbles.

She looked up at me as she sat back on her haunches and swallowed it all although with a grimace.

Noticing a drop of spunk leaking from me as I deflated, she leant forward and licked it clean.

"Shall we discuss price?" she said saucily, perhaps feeling more confident than she had before.

I smiled at her.

"First, I want you to answer my questions. How did you know I had the bomb?" I countered.

She licked her lips as she stood, tension suddenly evident in her posture and eyes. After a deep breath, she answered me in a matter-of-fact monotone.

"Several years ago, when I was a regional governor, a constituent of mine came to me with some convincing research he had uncovered on a Seeding Bomb lost when a dreadnought from Rigel's navy was lost almost two hundred years ago, somewhere near Sirius. His view was that we should be able to find the bomb and activate it. As a race we are suffocating because we haven't been able to terraform out planet and a Seeding Bomb would be the answer to all our prayers. I took the chance and ran to become Arch-Prime on a manifesto of finding and using the bomb."

She seemed to be a little more relaxed as she continued her answer, unthinkingly scratching her wonderful tight left buttock.

"Once I had been elected, I sent out a ship to find the wreck. Imagine my dismay to find that the wreck had been pillaged only a few hours before we found it. By you. I ordered the captain of the ship to follow your engine trace and get the bomb no matter what it took."

She talked about ordering my assassination idly, as if it simply didn't matter. I did my best to swallow my anger. In much the same way she had swallowed my spunk, reluctantly.

"And it didn't bother you that I would be killed?" I said.

She looked away s her face flushed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you and, anyway, you're a..."

"...a Rocker," I finished for her. She nodded tightly.

"Well, like I say, I'm a human being. Just as much as you. Maybe more so. Judging from how enthusiastically you sucked me off, I'm guessing you really, really want this bomb."

She nodded again, her eyes downcast.

I thought about whether I should throw her out and leave. She had been happy to have me killed, like I was just vermin, only fit to be exterminated! I could find someone Beyond to buy the bomb, although it would be risky. And I was sure I'd get a better price than Celestine would be able to afford.

But then, I thought glancing down at her full thrusting bosom, how much money did I really need? After all very rich was very rich. I made a decision.

"I'm willing to make a deal with you," I said.

Her breath rushed out in a huge gasp. "Thank you," she said and I think she actually meant it. She must have known that I was very close to abandoning her, despite her spectacular attempt at regaining my goodwill.

"I want two things though. First, I want two hundred million credits transferred to an account at the Galactic Cassiopeian Bank, from which I will transfer it again when you have taken the bomb. I'm not greedy, the bomb is worth more than double that."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Two-hundred million!"

"If you can't afford it then, you're free to go. I'm sure I can find someone to pay at least that somewhere Beyond," I answered bluntly.

Eventually, she answered. "I, I need to speak to my Chancellor."

I smiled. "All right. Come to the control room with me."

I let her walk in front of me so I could have a good look at her lovely bottom clenching and relaxing rhythmically as she walked in front of me. What a fabulous arse, I thought.

In the control room, I let her sit down at the Brain to call Celestine.

As she discussed how the money would be ringfenced with her people on Celestine, I sat down next to her and admired her figure. If it were possible, her lush mature body was even more attractive than the three Mod girls whom I already knew. My cock began to harden again.

"Shank!" I started as I realised she'd had to repeat herself.

"What?" I said guiltily my eyes snapping back to her beautiful face.

"The answer is yes. The money will be available for transfer in four hours," she said, a glint of triumph in her deep green eyes. "What was the other thing?" she asked with every appearance of innocence, although it was obvious she was well aware of what I wanted.

I sat back in my chair and grinned my cheekiest grin. "You have four hours to show me how much you want this bomb."

She actually smiled as she stood up to pull off her vest. Her breasts were freed with a bounce, jiggling delightfully. Her big nipples were a dark chocolaty brown and stuck out a good two centimetres from her heavy creamy tits. She peeled off her panties, revealing her rudely pink labia, clearly exposed between her legs.

She towered over me as she bent down to kiss me passionately, deeply. Any compunction she'd had about getting close to a Rocker had obviously been discarded along with her principles.

I growled in lust as she sinuously arched her back and rubbed her fat tits over my face. I caught one of those gorgeous thick nipples in my mouth and sucked hard causing her to sigh, holding my head to her chest. As I nibbled her boobs, I slide her hand down over her flat stomach to cup her cunt, hot and throbbing under my hand.

I rubbed her clit urgently, until her pussy was moist enough to slide my middle finger in. She moaned huskily as I did so. "Oh, yes."

As she pulled out my cock once more, I switched to sucking her other breast whilst fingering her forcefully until she pulled my head away to kiss me once more. She straddled me, looking deep into my eyes as she used her athletic thighs to slowly lower herself onto my cock.

Immediately, she began to thrust powerfully, grunting and groaning lustily. "Oh, yes, fuck me, you dirty old man. Use me, your Rocker scum," she moaned as she shagged me energetically. I buried my face between her breasts as she took me to heaven.

After a while her wailing became higher and higher pitched until she climaxed squeakily, her nails scoring across my back painfully.

"Fuck, that was good," she breathed, lifting herself off me and leaning over the console. She looked back over her shoulder. "Do you want to try me from behind?" she asked through her long dark eyelashes.

I didn't need a second invitation as I jumped up and, after she had bent her knees significantly so that I could reach, thrust into her dripping cunt. Her arse was perfection, firm and smooth, perfectly shaped and welcoming. I fingered her tiny brown arsehole causing an increase in the volume of her screeching as I fucked her hard, slapping my overlarge stomach against her bum.

Having come so recently, I was blessed with increased stamina and I made her come twice more before I felt myself getting closer to orgasm myself.

But before that, I really had to try one more thing out.

I pulled my dick out to her evident surprise and positioned myself at her cute little butthole. She gasped as I pushed forward to lodge my knob at her anus.

"Oh! I've never done it up there before!" she complained.

I paused despite my desperate need to violate her tightest rudest hole. "How much do you want the bomb?" I reminded her.

"Oh, shit. Just do it," she replied. "Just do my arse, you dirty bastard."

I pushed past her lovely tight sphincter with a few well-timed thrusts until I was wedged fast up her butt, ignoring her outraged screams. Always the gentleman, I waited for her to get used to me filling her rectum.

"Ok I'm ready; fuck my butt," she ordered and I obeyed without hesitation, slowly pulling myself almost all the way out before I pushed back into her again.

Eventually, her bawling subsided to satisfied little grunts as I arse-shagged her whilst roughly groping her massive tits. Life really didn't get better than this.

I did my best to take my time but the tightness of her bum, the hefty softness of her boobs and the sluttish look in her deep green eyes looking back at me all combined to hasten my orgasm

Despite her willingness to use her delectable body to placate me, I still wasn't entirely 100% happy that she's tried to kill me on more than one occasion. Maybe that was why I wanted to humiliate her further.

In any case, I pulled out of her and ordered to kneel down. Despite her alarmed look she complied and even opened her mouth to allow me to toss myself off between her full red lips. I came heartily, once more filling her defiled mouth with my filthy jizz.

"Oh, yes, you slutty Mod whore, lick me clean!" I commanded as I spunked, forcing myself down her throat.

After she had cleaned me with her tongue, I collapsed back into my chair.

"Fuck that was good," I exclaimed and she nodded in reply. "It wasn't so bad then to fuck a Rocker?" I asked.

"No, it wasn't bad at all. In fact, you're just the same as my husband really, just hairier and shorter and fatter."

If she hadn't been fingering her pussy as she spoke to me, her legs drawn up in her chair to expose herself thoroughly, I might have been upset. Instead I decided to lick her delicious moist pussy, which went down very well indeed, as it were.

Over the next few hours I came twice more, once in her cunt and once up her arse. I lost count of how many times she came but I was proud that she could hardly walk when I'd finished with her.

After we had dressed, she went back to her shuttle to get her own scanner and checked the authenticity of the bomb. I laughed that she'd been through a lot already and that maybe she should have checked before she fucked me and she actually giggled girlishly.

Once she was satisfied that the bomb was real, she contacted Celestine once again to confirm the transfer of the funds. I immediately initiated a program to retransfer the money several times until it became untraceable.

We transferred the bomb to her shuttle's hold using a hover-truck. Once it was safely in her possession she turned and kissed me again, allowing me squeeze her arse.

It was time to broach the difficult subject of insurance.

"Althea," I started – I felt we had progressed to first name terms by this stage – "Althea, now that you have what you want and just in case you might be tempted to send someone to follow me and get your money back, I just wanted to point out that this ship has full recording facilities. I'm sure you wouldn't want any video of our, um, encounter to get into your constituents', or indeed, your husband's hands?"

From the way her face coloured, I guessed that she might have indeed been contemplating putting someone on my tail.

"I'll leave you alone," she said eventually before turning to leave, "as long as you leave me alone."

"I will, I promise," I told her and I meant it. No way would I risk coming back to Celestine.

Her parting words as she closed her shuttle doors were typically feisty. "It's been fun meeting you Captain Shank. I promise I won't try to kill you again. Enjoy, your recording on those long lonely trips!"

Once she had gone, I sighed in relief. A dangerous woman, if I'd ever met one but, shit, what an amazing fuck. I sincerely hoped the Seed Bomb would work for her both in terms of her election as well as transforming the planet.

I prepared to depart. My plan was to set myself up on a pleasure moon somewhere and to see if Sparkle and/or Tinkerbell wanted to live with me. I'd definitely got a taste for Mod women and now I could afford them.

I set course for civilisation, boundless wealth and lifelong happiness. Or so I hoped.



Eden Ch. 02



I was almost finished wiping down my last table when I looked over at the clock hanging on the wall: 4:20 am. Only ten more minutes on my shift—and then Zane and I can go sleep the day away. I sighed contentedly. I know most people wouldn't be happy with a lowly waitressing job at a small hole-in-the-wall diner like Sally's Seafood, but to me it is a small piece of heaven. 

Not only do I get to work alongside my best friend, who happens to have impressed Sally herself with his superb grilling skills, but I also get to stare out the window at an impeccable view of the Atlantic Ocean. Just breathing in the salty air makes me feel like a bird on the wind, a bird that has left behind this cage of fear and suspicion. While Zane spends the night in the back of the kitchen sneaking gulps of Bourbon from Sally's private stash, I wander the diner, practically empty at the dark hours of the night. I'm happy to keep busy, cleaning tables that are already clean and serving middle-aged men who are tired from long days at work.

It has been two months since Zane and I have arrived in Portland and we have already established ourselves at Sally's Seafood Diner and moved into a small, run-down apartment on the East End. Sure it is no Versailles, but it has running water and a warm bed, and that's good enough for us. Being werecats, instinctively affectionate with a sibling-like loyalty, we are more comfortable sharing a bed than being separated.

Even though there haven't been any sightings or scentings of any other werecats, we still act cautious and wary. It is a lot more dangerous to stay in one place rather than move around constantly, but we both are tired of living on the streets. 

At the end of our nightshift, Zane grabs my hand, pulling me out of the diner and onto the dark, empty street where we both try to stifle our giggles. Exhaustion always makes me giddy and careless—a trait we have in common. 

It is only after walking a few blocks down the empty street that I feel a prickling at the back of my neck and the hairs on my arms stand up. I glance sideways at Zane and have to stifle my panic when I see that his nostrils are flared and his eyes alert. How long has he sensed danger while I walked along unperturbed? 

I sweep my eyes across the contours of the street in front of us: crickety wooden benches, dark store windows, extinguished lampposts. I resist my instinct to whip my head around and look behind us--that would be a dead give-away—something Zane has repeatedly drilled into my head. Instead I gently sniff the air, careful to appear nonchalant and undisturbed. I smell nothing except the salty ocean and the seagulls' shit. My heart is pounding fiercely in my chest, and I can't help it when my hand grips Zane's just a little bit harder. 

Under his breath Zane catches my attention.

"When I say go, run down the side alley and up the fire escape. Don't look back."

My irritation almost obliterates my growing panic as I grit out, "Don't be a fucking hero, blondie."

I boldly turn my head towards him and catch his eye, giving me only a short moment to see the roguish grin on his face. 

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now GO!"

I lunge down the alley to my right and leap up onto the fire escape, comforted by the fact that I can hear Zane right behind me, but horrified to hear the footsteps running towards us in the distance. I snap out of it when Zane grabs me by the hand, propelling me forward faster. The footsteps fade away into the distance and Zane and I sprint straight home, forgoing any laughter or jokes until we're sure we've lost our stalker. 

"Who was that, Zane? And why the hell were they chasing us!"

He looks at me uncertainly, running his fingers through his messy hair. His hand was shaking. 

"I can't—can't talk about it right now...but I'll tell you—I'll tell you soon. I promise."

My frustration is practically tangible, my cat is seething and prowling from the adrenaline, and it is all I can do to calm her down.

"You better."

****

It is 7:00 pm at the diner. Zane and I have just started our shift, but he is still refusing to talk to me about what happened last night. I've already decided to give him the silent treatment back. When he looks over at me pretending to lasso a catfish, I am satisfied by the dejected look on his face as I give him the cold shoulder. Serves him right.

I am already irritable and annoyed about our stalker friend last night, but add to that the stupid recurring dream that keeps haunting my sleep. Me wandering that Cathedral Forest and running into the same white tiger, only to wake up after 8 hours and feel as if I haven't had any sleep whatsoever. What the fuck is wrong with my life?

At our 10:00 pm dinner break Zane finally breaks down under the horror of my icy cold stare. We are sitting on a bench out back that looks over the waterfront. The light from the back door of the diner casts a yellow glow over both our faces.

"If I tell you my suspicions do you promise not to get all pissy?"

I narrow my eyes at the word. "No."

Looking at me with an exasperated expression, he takes out a cigarette for us to share: a peace offering. I take it but don't break eye contact.

He heaves a heavy sigh, and lets the words tumble out of his mouth in rapid speed, "Okay I know I was being sketchy about last night, but I don't know exactly who was following us or how they could have found me, because I have no doubt they were looking for me and now—fuck, motherfuck—now they've seen you."

I let out a puff of cigarette smoke and watch it dissipate in the salty night air, trying to understand his meaning.

"I don't understand."

I pass the cig to him, and he stares at it for a moment before he says, "Now that they've seen you, they're going to come for you...and the only way to stay safe is to leave."

"I don't understand! Who's going to come for me? And why? Start from the very beginning, Zane, or I swear I will beat it out of you." I'm practically quivering with anger now and his lips twitch in what I know will be his signature grin as he hands the cigarette back to me.

"I guess it starts with us—our species—who we are. The things I haven't told you of the history of werecats." He looks at me before continuing, "Well, technically the correct name for a werecat is Panthera Tigris. But I know you always called yourself a werecat, and I just never wanted to go on this babble of telling you the real story. Sorry about that" 

I just stared at him. Panthera Tigris?

He went on, "The Panthera Tigris are the werecats known as White Tigers, which you have already seen and experienced by phasing into your tiger and blah blah blah...you already know all that, Edie."

My impatience was escalating, and I hurried to keep him talking, "Okay so where are the rest of the Panthera Tigris? I've only ever seen me and you and now that creature-of-the-night freak yesterday. I mean, there has to be more than just us, right?"

He guffawed, "Of course there are, duh, but the mixed bloods are scattered and usually prefer to live on their own or in small groups, like us. And the Purebloods..." he hesitated, "well, let's just say they keep to themselves." Zane suddenly seemed uncomfortable with the subject, and my curiosity got the best of me. I pressed on.

"What are Mixed bloods? And Purebloods? What do you mean they 'keep to themselves'?"

He turned away from me to look out the window, and I could see his jaw clench. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, and when I finally decided to get up and go back to the diner his shoulders slumped and he sighed. I could tell he was going into his whole don't-laugh-this-is-fuckin-serious conversation mode and I held my breath, my eyes aflame with curiosity. Two things Zane absolutely refuses to talk about are his past and werecats, which is kind of ironic seeing as how we ARE werecats. 

"I guess I'd have to explain it to you someday anyways, so better to get it over with. The Purebloods are werecats that are direct descendants of the ancient Dhruv bloodline, which is sort of like Panthera Tigris royalty because they have a completely undiluted genepool—solely white tigers. So while the mixed bloods have some normal Bengal Tiger blood mixed in their ancestry, the Purebloods don't and they look down on the mixed bloods because of that."

"What? But what's so bad about Bengal Tiger blood?" 

"Nothing at all! It's just that only White Tigers are werecats, they have Gaia's magic. The orange Bengal Tigers aren't werecats...they are completely animal. So it was sort of a taboo thing for a Panthera Tigris to mate with a Bengal Tiger...usually only the feral, insane werecats practiced this. But anyways, those Bengal Tigers don't have the advantages that our human side brings; they are weaker, slower, more instinctive and predictable. So you can see the disadvantages that Bengal Tiger blood brings to the Panthera Tigris. The Mixed Bloods' diluted genes make them weaker—they are the easier prey for the Purebloods. But even though the Purebloods are stronger and faster, they are 10 times more territorial and possessive than the mixed bloods.

"So what do I mean by them 'keeping to themselves'? I mean that they despise everyone who is not one of them. They alienate the Mixed Bloods, even though they share the same ancestry and are part of the same kingdom. They call them derogatory names—that, by the way, aren't even creative!—and they act as though they are truly Gaia's gift to earth. And whenever they do come across any Panthera Tigris that happen to have mixed blood, they scent them immediately and cut them down—slaughter them like pigs! They call them abominations and claim that they pollute the true magic of the Panthera Tigris! What a load of shit! Anyone with even a hint of Panthera Tigris blood is naturally as pure as the white fur on my belly!"

Zane stopped, breathing heavily and obviously outraged, while I just stared at him in surprise and sympathy. For someone who refuses to talk about the Panther Tigris, he is very passionate about the subject. I guess racial prejudice isn't limited to only the human race. I waited for Zane to calm down, well mainly for his face to turn back to a semi-normal color, before continuing with my questions.

"Um, so...who are the Purebloods? Where are they? Where do they live? You said they keep to themselves, so what do they do—hide out in their own little Amish community in the middle of nowhere?"

He laughed, "I wish. It's quite the opposite actually." Zane shivered, as if remembering a distant nightmare, before quietly continuing, "They have spies and scouts everywhere. Wherever the Panthera Tigris are they are not very far away, but the Capital is in Russia—in the middle of Siberia, the supposed birthplace of the mystical Panthera Tigris, where it is said that Gaia herself shaped the first white tiger. Of course that is where the Pureblood Court is, where those snobbish prigs are all vying to live—near the ruling House." 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, pretending to slit his wrists. His good mood had returned, thankfully. When Zane has one of his temper tantrums it usually takes me a couple of hours to cheer him back up.

I passed the cigarette over to him and giggled at his antics. It all seemed like one big fairytale. "The ruling House?"

"Oh right, I forget you're completely clueless when it comes to our own species—- " 

I punched him in the shoulder, "Well that's not my fault, blondie."

"—Hey do you want me to explain or not?" He raised an eyebrow. I raised my eyebrow in response.

"Okay so the Purebloods are all of the Dhruv bloodline, but that's kind of deceiving because the Dhruv bloodline is actually made up of seven different bloodlines, which are called the Houses. Those are the Houses Dragomir, Grul, Katzev, Silivasi, Florea, Lazarev, and Petrova. The seven Houses each have their own specialty in magic...well I guess six Houses now since the Petrova bloodline died out, but anyways the Houses are all greedy and corrupt and they make alliances and have secret contracts and interbreed and all that fun stuff."

I threw my head back with a laugh. "Be serious! That does not really happen in the modern 21-century world."

He glared at me pointedly. 

"Sorry, shutting up now."

"So, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, the Houses all have residences in the Capital, although not all of the Purebloods live there. The Capital is a secret city in Siberia that acts as the headquarters of the Panthera Tigris Kingdom—it's where the Prime Alpha lives. And the Houses also have residences there because the House Heads all form the Imperial Council, which act as advisors to the Alpha. They call it the IC, because 'THEY SEE' everything that happens." 

I stared wide-eyed. I now knew why Zane never mentioned anything about the Panthera Tigris Kingdom—it was a lot more serious than he ever let on.

"The Capital is where the Alpha makes all the decisions—he has all the power and that's because he's the most dominant werecat. For the past 300 years, the Alpha throne has been held by one of the sons of the House Dragomir—no other challengers have successfully usurped the throne...yet," he threw me a devilish smile and I grinned. 

"Okay...so what does this have to do with what happened last night?"

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon Edie I'm getting there. So Alpha Dragomir is extremely smart and cunning and even ruthless when it comes to protecting and preserving the Kingdom. Starting a couple centuries ago, the births among werecats started to decrease. Well, at first nobody really noticed, but after a while whole families were only raising maybe one or two cubs when families used to be raising close to eight or nine cubs. And not only that, 4 out of 5 cubs that were birthed were male, and because Panthera Tigris are only born when two parent Panthera Tigris mate, this lack of females began to cause a great panic that—well long story short, the previous Alpha was challenged and killed by none other than—"

"Alpha Dragomir, yes I get it. So what are you trying to tell me? That because I'm female I'm in danger?"

"Just listen Eden!" I froze. He never calls me by my full name.

"Eden, the Alpha commanded his Betas to bite and turn female humans in order to create more mates for the males--" I shot up out of my seat. I had heard enough. I already hated the Panthera Tigris Alpha and his cruel orders. But Zane grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

He continued whispering furiously, looking back toward the diner to make sure no one heard. "But he forgot to take into account that only Gaia chooses werecat mates and only then can those mates procreate. Over half of the females that were bitten died in the turning process, and the ones that lived were mostly sickly and barren. You are the only turned Panthera Tigris that I have ever seen—ever even heard of—that has survived the bite. And now—now that other werecat stalker asshole knows too because your scent gives you away."

He stared at me, begging me to understand. 

"So I'm in danger because I'm a turned female werecat in a world where female werecats are in great demand..."

He nodded.

I took a deep breath and tried not to let the fear overcome me. But my voice still wavered when I asked, "What's going to happen to me?"

He pulled me into his arms, tucking my head into the crook of his neck.

"Nothing. I'll protect you. They know who you are by now and they'll track you, but we'll leave this place and go somewhere where they'll never find you."

I blinked away the tears that were filling my eyes and gave him a determined nod.

My heart broke at the thought of leaving Portland. Portland has been the one place where I am not alone, the only home I have had since leaving my foster parents, the one place Zane and I are comfortable in, where we can walk the streets at night and know that we have a home to return to when the sun dawns in the morning. 

I close my eyes and just breathe, and when I find the strength to open them Zane is still there, his blond hair messy from the wind, his baby blue eyes pleading. My friend, my brother. 

I will never be alone.

I nod again. "Home is where the heart is."

Immediately we we're running out the back to the waterfront, our hands clasped together, our feet taking us away from our brief respite, our one time home, never to return to this safe haven again. 

****



Eden Ch. 03



Chapter 3 as promised... if the feedback suggests that you'd like a return of Aidan and Eden, I do have a follow-up in mind... as ever thanks for your comments. Enjoy.

***

Eden knew that this wasn't just sex. This was a connection. As soon as he'd started to whisper encouragement into her ear, she'd known that Aidan Cox was kinky. She wanted him to know exactly how grateful she was for the earth shattering orgasm he'd given her earlier. She wanted him to come. Inside her. She felt wanton and powerful as she pushed him back onto the bed. She was a trollop and she revelled in it. No other man had ever made her come so hard or for so long. She wanted him to know just how appreciative she was. Straddling him, she kissed him. This time there was no preamble, no playful nibbling, no finesse. She kissed him, her tongue wet in his mouth, slurping at him, drinking him in.

'You're fucking sexy, do you know that?' Aidan said, his hands flicking her nipples. 'You're hot. You have a hot ass and you have a dirty mind. Don't you?'

She unbuttoned his shirt and roughly pulled it out of his belt.

'And I think you'd like to be fucked now, Eden. You'd liked to be fucked and fucked hard. You want me pounding into your pussy. Don't you, Eden?'

He could see what it was doing to her... she was panting as she undid his belt buckle and tore his trousers from him. She loved it. Eden Cook was dirty. His neat, punctual, massively efficient P.A was as dirty as he'd dreamed.

She pushed him back against the pillows, relishing the feel of the crisp cotton against her knees as she felt his cock stroking her pussy lips. She knew what he wanted now. Aidan wanted her to answer him. 

'Yes, I'm dirty, Aidan. I've spent days fingering my hot, wet pussy dreaming about you banging me. I've come into work without any knickers and watched you open your post while I've frigged myself off under the desk. I once masturbated in your office, Aidan. I sat in your chair and I pulled up my skirt and I dreamed that you were watching me and I came on your shiny leather chair while you went out to lunch with some corporation bigwig. I want you underneath me and I want you not to come until I'm ready for you to come. I want to ride that delicious cock of yours until you cannot stand it anymore and you belch your hot come into me. And then I want you to take a breather and do it again. I want you to never stop fucking me because even though you haven't even slipped inside me yet, I know it's going to be amazing. And you know it's going to be amazing, don't you?'

She playfully bit at his nipples. Aidan grunted and slapped her arse. She stilled. His eyes fluttered open. Realisation dawned on both their faces.

'Why Miss Cook... you'd like to be spanked, wouldn't you? You like to be punished like the bad girl you are. You like to be bent across a man's knees while your pert little arse is pinkened for you...'

She blushed. 'Yes. I'd like to be spanked. But not before you put him inside me 'cos I'm far too horny now for any games.'

He observed her for a moment. 'No. You put it inside you. You take what you want, Eden. I'm far too much of a gentleman to take it from you now.'

She sighed as she rose to her knees and gripped him before slowly, achingly slowly; she slid down onto him, impaling herself on him. Wet heat enveloped him. Aidan rasped into her ear, 'you feel so fucking good. I've never felt anything so... perfect.'

Slowly she rose again to her knees, trying to stop herself from bouncing up and down and racing to her end. She wanted to make this a show for him. She tilted back and gripped his thighs.

'Oh, I'm going to take my sweet time, Mr Cox and you can just lie there and take it.'

She slowly ground against him, feeling every nerve ending in her pelvis judder with bliss. Another squirm and she felt herself tighten. She couldn't be ready to come again so soon. But she was. Dear God, she wasn't even going to get into double figures. She felt his thumbs at the apex of her thighs.

God, he was good, she thought inwardly. 

If she wanted to come, she was going to have to brush off his thumbs and he was keeping them far enough away to make her move her hips for it. When she looked down at him, he was smiling. A wolfish, knowing smile. How she could ever have thought him mild mannered bewildered her. 

She snapped her hips forward, hard. He grunted.

'Oh that's it, Eden. That's it.'

She snapped again, feeling him against her clitoris yet achingly far away. She surged forward again, picking up speed, caressing her own nipples while she rode him with increasing ferocity. Her breasts bounced against her ribs, her face contorted. Faster now, more urgently as the exquisite palsy bore down in her. She could hear his heaving breaths, his fevered murmurings of delight. Onwards she climbed, forging herself with his beautiful cock, his beautiful body, forgetting everything but the delicious sensations swamping her. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. She relished it, the earthy carnality of it. If people had sex like this all the time they'd never leave their bedrooms, she thought. He was close. His hands gripped her hips now, urging her on. She welcomed it, meeting him thrust for thrust. His thumbs returned to her steaming little bud and flicked at her. She sighed as she crested the wave; cried out as she came, thrashing her head from side to side, drawing ever last second of scorching pleasure she could from it. It seemed the contractions of her orgasm hastened his as Aidan came bearing up into her, his heels digging into the mattress. 

'Jesus,' he gasped as she fell off him onto the bed beside him. They lay there, panting, for what seemed like an age.

'I know. I suppose now would be a good time to ask for a raise.'

His laugh echoed around the room. Suddenly, he was quiet.

'We didn't use any protection. Fuck. Fuck!' he said sitting up to look at her. The thought had never even crossed her mind and now he'd said it, she didn't think she would've wanted to, even if he had. She wanted nothing between her and him. She wanted to feel him inside her.

'It's safe. I'm 100% clean. I get tested every six months and I haven't has sex in eight. Unless...' her face whitened. 'Please tell me-'

'NO! No I'm tested regularly too. I'm clean as a whistle. This is the first time I've ever had unprotected sex. Ever.'

'Well, aren't you the most sensible boy in the class.'

He sighed and lay back down. 'My father. He drilled it into me as a kid. He was a gynaecologist. My mother actually bought me my first pack of "prophylactics" as she called them.'

Eden sputtered. 'Your mother?'

'Yes. My parents were very... free thinking.'

'My mother would die if she thought I was having sex.'

'I'd die if you weren't...' he grasped her hand. The tenderness of the action made her breath catch.

'Seriously though,' he added, 'are we ok? I mean you couldn't be pregnant... could you?'

She smiled. 'Don't worry your head. I'm on the pill for PMT.'

He smiled. 'Sorry. That was really insensitive of me.'

'Hey... you're the scientist. It's in your nature to worry about cause and effect.'

He smiled. 'Why don't you stay,' he asked, rolling onto his side to look at her. 'I could drop you home in the morning. You can get changed and then we can drive into work.'

She frowned. 'You really want everyone to know at work?'

He shrugged. He didn't care. He had no intention of not seeing her again. Not after tonight. Not only did she delight him outside of the bedroom but inside as well.

'I don't care if they know.'

She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

'Why don't we just enjoy the subterfuge for a while? See where things lead us.'

He stroked her cheek. They got under the covers and fell asleep, facing one another.

***

Recriminations usually come the morning after but if there were any, Aidan didn't feel them. She was bright and bubbly, making coffee and toast and kissing him while he flicked through the mornings paper. Wearing her cocktail dress, he dropped her off at her apartment, much more modest than his own and waited in her kitchen while she dressed in her bedroom. Her apartment was as he'd imagined it would be. Feminine, airy and light. His jaw dropped when she emerged from her bedroom dressed in a black skirt suit and pale grey silk blouse. Her make up was flawless and she was wearing stockings. Aidan swallowed. He never knew he had a thing for stockings until now. She kissed him goodbye at the bus stop and waved as he drove away. Aidan hoped with his heart of hearts that this time, he wouldn't fuck it up.

She came in fifteen minutes after him. The Research Institute director was already in Aidan's office when she arrived. She knocked on the door and offered them coffee. Aidan was expressionless.

'I'd love some, Eden, thank you. Simon?'

Simon said he would and she made it and carried it in on a tray into his office. Simon was busy flicking through a proposal when Aidan very surreptitiously placed his hand on her bottom. 

'Milk, Simon?' she said calmly. Simon's eyes never left his proposal. 'Please.'

He had meetings all morning until twelve and she was getting desperate to have him alone. It was the last day before Christmas, the office was busy with people trying to move work off their desks before the break. As soon as the last appointment left at one, she heard him call her. She rose from her desk and walked into his office.

'Yes?'

He was sitting on his desk, one leg dangling, his arms folded across his chest. In his pale grey suit, ivory shirt and pale grey tie, he looked unspeakably handsome. 

'Miss Cook. Come in and shut the door. And then lock it.'

Eden's face turned scarlet. He couldn't possibly intend on... not here at work when so many people were around...

She paused. 'I said lock the door, Eden.' His tone was chill and it frightened and aroused her in equal measure. Already she could feel herself moistening. She locked the door and walked across the room to where he stood. Folding her hands in front of her, she forced herself to meet his gaze.

'Yes, Mr Cox?' 

'I've been made aware that some activity has taken place in my office that I personally am very shocked by. I have been told that you... masturbated... in my office chair. Is that correct?'

He couldn't possibly be using that against her, she thought anxiously. His face was stern. It seemed he was.

'Can you explain to me what happened?'

Her mouth dropped open. 'Aidan, I-' 

'I want details, Miss Cook.'

Her gaze fell to the floor.

'I... I sat in your chair. I felt myself. I masturbated.'

'I see. And did you come?'

'Yeah. I mean, yes. I came.'

'Can I ask what you were thinking about?'

She swallowed a gasping breath. 'I was thinking about... I was thinking about you...'

'I see and what were we doing that made you come on my leather office chair?'

She squirmed inside the knickers he had bought her. She was wearing them today. She had planned on showing him after work. It appeared he would see them much sooner.

'We were having sex. Here in this office. You were... behind me and I was bent over your desk.'

'Right. So you came in here into my office, locked the door and sat down in my chair. You pulled up your skirt and spread your thighs apart and played with yourself... here... in my office.'

'Yes, Mr Cox.'

'Right. Well, I have to punish this kind of behaviour, Eden. I can't be seen to be lax. While I may not be the boss out of this room, Eden, I'm certainly the boss in it.'

She gaped at him. He knew he was lying. He knew he was the boss. He was the boss of her. Fact. 

'Can you please come here?'

He took her hand and sat down on the chair in front of his desk. Draping her across her knee, he paused for a moment before slowing lifting her skirt and fixing it at her waist.

She screwed her eyes shut as he took in the sight of her silk covered bottom. Her beautiful bottom, upturned for his delectation, in the underwear he had bought only the day before. 'Eden, could you please look to your left?'

Eden turned her head. There they were, reflected in the mirror of the cabinet in the corner of his office. The inside of the door was fitted with a full length mirror. His face was grim.

'Eden, undo you blouse buttons and unhook your bra. I think you'll find its front fastening.'

She did as she was told, excitement, lust and terror spiralling through her. She pulled back shirt until the cool office air stroked her nipples. She looked in the mirror. Her breasts were plainly visible, hanging out over his thigh.

'Now, Eden, I'm going to punish you. Because you've been a very bad girl. But I'm not going to lie and say I won't enjoy it.'

Eden watched as Aidan's hands gently, almost reverently, pulled her knickers down to the back of her thighs. She squirmed, feeling herself wet, aching to be stroked there.

Her bottom was proud and upturned. As though she were floating above the scene in the room, she saw Aidan's hand came down sharply against her bottom with a soft crack. She jerked, her bottom jiggling appealingly.

'Please keep still,' he said in a voice she recognised from last night.

She watched as he slapped her bum until it flushed to a lovely shade of pink. The sensations were amazing. She wanted to writhe and gasp but he wouldn't let her. She wanted to stroke her achingly hard nipples but he prevented her and she wanted to reach between her legs and frig herself to an almighty orgasm but she knew he would stop her.

After twenty or thirty slaps, a fine sheen of sweat had broken out across his brow and she was panting from the want of him. At the last one, he carefully stroked her heated derriere and carefully pulled her panties back up. She stood up and made to button her shirt.

'No. We're not finished yet. Eden, go sit in my chair and show me what you did.'

Her face fell. 'Someone will see.'

'No one will see. I've given orders I'm not to be disturbed. Now, go sit in the chair or I will unlock the door and spank you again.'

She didn't know what aroused her more, the notion of being caught or being spanked again.

She moved around to his chair and sat into it.

'Now, demonstrate to me what you did...'

Eden felt her face flush to the same shade as her bottom. She pulled back her shirt, baring her breasts to him and hitched up her skirt. 

'You naughty little minx. In here, with your bare arse on my leather chair,' he said, watching her across the desk.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes as her hand burrowed into her knickers and her other hand went to her breasts. She was close. The spanking had done it. She was close and he was the cause of it. She let her fingers slither between her lips for a moment, creaming herself even further. Her other hand was gently stroking her nipples in turn, drawing them out to their full length. She knew she had nice nipples. So she teased them for full effect because she could see, from the bulge in Aidan's trousers that he wasn't unaffected at all by what was happening. Her clit was aching and she set to work, quickly reaching a point where her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling quickly and her climax so near she could taste it. Her hand worked quickly, eager to get her there. She opened her eyes and saw that he was stroking himself, massaging the bulge in his trousers. 

'That's it, Mr Cox. You can join in if you want.'

He watched her for a few seconds longer. 'Right I've seen enough,' he said, just as she began to croon softly. She started. He couldn't want her to stop. Not now.

He moved around the desk and pulled her out of the chair. He bent her over the desk and pulled up her skirt, yanking down her knickers and without any preamble, shoved himself into her, down to the hilt.

'Oh sweet Jesus,' she sang, as he began moving in and out of her, sharp jabs of his cock, his other hand underneath her, finding her clit and flicking at it mercilessly.

'Oh Aidan... I'm going to come... I'm going to come now.'

It was upon before she'd said it. She was looking at them in the mirror. Her with her breasts pressed against the cold glass of his desk top, her back arched to receive every stroke he was giving her. Him with his suit jacket still on, his flies undone, his head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut as he pounded away at her. She contracted with an "ooh" once, twice, three times around him and then she collapsed as he gave a low cry and came inside her, falling down onto her back and kissing the back of her neck.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting and sweaty, clinging to each other like they would a life saver.

Finally, he extricated himself from her, doing up his pants. He was smiling at her as she rearranged her clothes.

'That was... amazing. Even more amazing than last night, if that's possible,' he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her. She kissed him back, moulding herself into him.

'Would it be... forward of me to suggest that we... make this exclusive?'

She frowned at him. 'Well, I don't go around shagging everyone in their office, if that's what you mean?'

He laughed dryly. 'Ha ha, Eden. Seriously. I mean, you and I. No one else. Just us.'

She nodded. She'd like that very much. Because around three am last night, Eden had realised that she'd fallen in love with Aidan Cox. She had no plans to tell him and certainly didn't want to force him into anything but this was more than she could've hoped for. It might not be the ideal situation for them and at some point it would have to change, working and sleeping together. But she could change her job. Just as soon as she needed to. But for the moment, as long as there was a key for the door, Eden was perfectly happy where she was...

The End... or is it?



Eden Ch. 03



CHAPTER 3: Escape and Evade

-----I find myself running through a forest again. The Cathedral Forest. 

This is the eighth time I've had this dream, so I've learned to recognize the difference between the hazy, indistinct details of my normal dreams and the vibrant realistic details of this world. I'm starting to suspect that this is more than a dream, but I can't help but think that my overactive imagination is just running away from me.

The forest is exactly the same as the first time I was here. The freshly fallen snow, the barren trees, the dappled sunlight created from the massive overhanging branches, the perfectly smooth lavender sky. Nothing has changed. It's as peaceful and serene as ever. Now all that's missing is the entrance of the white tiger.

No matter what direction I go or what speed I run, every road leads back to him. That fearsome white tiger with the dark, piercing eyes. I know it's only a matter of time before I come face to face with him again in this dream. 

Resigned to my fate, I look up at the branches and admire the graceful forest ceiling in the same manner as I've done every time I've been here. I don't think I could ever get used to the beauty of this place. The poignant silence touches my soul, as if trying to tell me Gaia's secret of nature itself. I want to phase into my cat and fully blend into the white snow that covers the ground, but for some reason I feel like I should be in human form. I am always compelled to stay in human form in these dreams. 

As soon as I feel the telltale prickling sensation on the back of my neck, I know he is there, glaring at me from behind. I sigh, exasperated and annoyed with these recurring and all-too predictable events, and turn around to face my adversary. 

Bracing myself to face his unforgiving glare, I turn and look into the black abyss of his eyes. Those eyes, which I've only seen in the ripples of my dreams, always haunt my waking hours. They are deeper than any I've seen before, almost ageless and eternal, stretching into infinity. For some reason I know they have the ability to physically pierce my soul, peel back every layer of my being until they can dissect the essence that is me. The very anatomy of my cat. The mysterious past of my tiger blood. I want to shut my eyes against his probing stare, but I can't. 

He is standing in the same proud position that he stands in every time I've seen him—tall and bold and unmerciful, as if I'm trespassing on his territory and he holds my life in the palm of his hand. Which, given his size, he probably does.

His white fur glistens in the sunlight and I can see that the fur on his back is standing on end. He is angrier than usual. He growls threateningly and stalks toward me. I can feel his bottomless black eyes burning into me, but I still cannot find the will to break eye contact. 

This time I refuse to run away, even though I am practically panting in fear now. Every time he approached me in the past, fear would flood my veins and I would flee before I even made a conscious decision to do so. But now, I am making a conscious decision to hold my ground. 

'This is, after all, a dream,' I think, panicked. 'You can't die in a dream.'

He makes a straight line to where I am, tense and clenching my fists repeatedly, until his snout is inches away from my face. I see his nostrils inhale, taking in my scent. I've already tried to catch his, but it's always only a faint wisp, as if his scent is just around the corner and I could fully discover it if I followed the trail.

His body blocks out everything else, it's all I can see. Blinding white fur, deep black eyes, flaring nostrils. I imagine how it would feel if he decided to end me—his claws ripping through the flesh of my belly, cutting through me like butter. I wouldn't stand a chance. Are all male tigers this massive? I really wouldn't know—I've only been around Zane, and he's barely bigger than me in cat form. 

I'm anxious and on edge after these long moments of closeness, and I can't help but give in to my instinct to slowly back away and put more space between us. He loudly chuffs in annoyance, making me jump. He obviously doesn't want me to move, but he keeps advancing. And I keep backing up.

Until I feel the ground disappear beneath me and hear a splash. Water—I've started walking into some sort of pond, I guess, but there's no way I would risk taking my eyes off the tiger to see for sure.

When I continue backing farther into the pond, the tiger chuffs louder and his eyes flash—eyes that I had once thought pitch black suddenly become a dark, haunting green.

"Edie."

I bolt up in my seat, immediately tense and alert like a rubber band stretched taut. My heart is pounding and I scan my surroundings thoroughly until I see Zane stretching outside of the stopped car.

"Edie, we're here." Zane peeks in the opened door of the Chevy truck, letting the bitter cold morning into the previously heated car. 

For a moment I'm thoroughly disoriented. I don't know where I am. But then it all comes rushing back.

After leaving Portland, we headed straight toward the border of Maine and into New Hampshire. We needed to get past state lines as fast as possible—before the Pureblood tracker could get to the border. We had been running for days before we found a car that Zane deemed inconspicuous enough to steal from one of the isolated houses nestled in the thick New Hampshire forest. He conveniently forgot to mention his talent at hot-wiring unsuspecting vehicles. 

We ended up running north through White Mountain National Forest and into New Hampshire, heading straight for the Canadian border. Out of the city, out of the state, and straight on out of the country. 

My eyes grew moist at the thought. Leaving behind my past and all my roots proved more difficult that I had imagined. 

The tracker had been following us for days and Zane insisted that if we were to escape and evade we needed to find help from other werecats we could trust. So we aimed our exodus for Quebec, where Zane knew some trusted Panthera Tigris, in other words loner Purebloods similar to Zane himself. He already told me that he cut all connections to respectable Panthera Tigris on account of his "good sense of distaste." I rolled my eyes at that one. What a drama queen. 

We had to be extremely careful to only phase into our cats when it was dark, so as not to be seen, which aggravated me since we would have been moving a lot faster without the hindrance of our human bodies. I longed to free my lithe white tiger and stretch my legs out in a speed unconstrained and unrestricted. To feel the wind in my fur and the soft dirt of the forest under my paws was something I had not experienced in many months. But, remembering the dangers of phasing in human living areas and realizing the fact that our lives were at stake, I ignored those impulses and made due with my human legs, all the while looking forward to the moment when I would be free to unleash my cat.

With only a backpack filled with a map, water, and some junk food stolen from a gas station, Zane and I weaved our way through long miles of trees. I regretted the fact that we had to abandon all our clothes and belongings, but we made sure not to leave anything valuable behind. The only thing I owned that had any value to me was an amethyst pendant necklace, which remained heavy and reassuring around my neck. 

The amethyst stone, a dark, almost unnatural violet cut in a delicate teardrop shape, was the only proof I had that my mother even existed. The old-fashioned necklace once belonged to her, before she died in a car accident when I was only a week old and left me to grow up in the oh-so-capable hands of my foster parents. It's the only connection I have to my mom, a woman I never knew and who never knew me. And I probably never would know anything about her, because no matter how hard I researched, I could never find out anything about her. 

I unconsciously rubbed the pendant in between my fingers, hoping to somehow absorb strength from the lost soul of my mysterious mother. It was a habit I'd picked up after many anxious nights of no sleep.

And so we went. Me and Zane running through the forest wilderness with nothing but a backpack and an amethyst necklace to our names. Luckily, having a body temperature of 107 degrees, the frosty November weather didn't bother me as it would a human. In fact, the cold wind exhilarated me while I ran, and from the wild laughter Zane randomly bust into, I could tell it refreshed him also. Before I knew it, I was giggling right along with him until, at random intervals, we could be seen sprinting over fallen logs and mossy hills hysterically laughing like a couple of deranged children. 

I couldn't deny that his carefree antics relaxed me in this mad run for our lives. Through wind, rain, and hail, we ran on, and I tried to ignore the underlying fear that crawled under my skin.

By that time we were in Canada and Zane was positive we had lost the tracker.

He passed the time explaining the details of the Panthera Tigris world and I just listened, not interrupting nor asking questions for fear that he'd change his mind and stop talking. He told me about the Purebloods' hate for the Mixedbloods, and how certain Mixedbloods, called dissenters, rallied back against their own persecution. 

"They created their own headquarters," he told me, "where they plan attacks against Pureblood-held cities, like London, Milan, and—well you know, the most expensive cities are usually controlled by Purebloods because they thrive on being envied and fawned on by the humans. They are extremely cultured and intelligent, often responsible for history's greatest art, literature, and academic discoveries. But not always, I mean sometimes humans are responsible for the great discoveries...but not often.

"But anyway, not all Mixedbloods are dissenters, because these guys are basically terrorist radicals of the community, they take things to the extreme. It's stupid really—you can't fight fire with fire when it comes to the Purebloods. Although the last time I heard, they had some successful missions..." he trailed off musingly. 

I thought about this. It makes sense that there would be factions within the races since Zane told me that some Purebloods don't even agree with persecuting the Mixedbloods. Those Dissenters usually leave the Panthera Tigris community, although some try to aid the Mixedbloods' cause. 

I suddenly realize that that's what Zane is—a Dissenter. I had been suspecting for some time that he was a Pureblood, given his experience, strength, and reluctance to talk about his personal past. I mean, Zane is very intelligent and resourceful—it makes sense that he would be of a Pureblood. 

Zane's friends are Dissenters as well. "And that's why we can trust them," he said, "They all know what it's like to have to escape those slimy trackers."

At night we would climb into the trees and sleep in the branches together in our cat forms. Under the stars, the wind grew colder and louder, but my white tiger's thick pelt protected me and kept me warm. And in the mornings we would wake up to frigid air that battered our human skin and actually made our teeth chatter. But we would distract ourselves by racing each other across the mountains and making bets on who would win. Which, I was proud to say, I usually did. 

And that made me pause. I had been listening to Zane's stories of the Panthera Tigris as if I was an outsider looking in. But for the first time in my life I'm not an outsider—I'm part of the Panthera Tigris world. If Zane was a Pureblood, supposedly stronger and faster than Mixedbloods, and I could beat him in a race...then what was I? Was a turned human even considered a Pureblood or a Mixedblood? Or did we have our own separate category to fit into? I felt a frown form on my face when I realized that I might not even fit into the Panthera Tigris world that I thought I belonged to.

Zane, being the ever-observant werecat that he is, immediately noticed my disgruntled expression and badgered me until I gave in and asked the dreaded question. I didn't really want my outsider status to be confirmed out loud, but his answer surprised me. 

"I can't be sure, because there haven't been too many successful turnings, but supposedly when a werecat bites a human, he transfers his genetic code into the human's DNA and causes a mutation in the human's genes which turns them into one of the Panthera Tigris. So if the werecat was a Pureblood, then I guess the turned human would be also. I think that's what happened to you—a strong Pureblood bit you in order to turn you...But, it doesn't make sense that he would just abandon you afterwards..." I ignored the part about being abandoned.

"So I'm a Pureblood?"

"Yep I'm quite positive about that, Edie." But, he looked thoughtful and disturbed, as he though out loud, "I just don't get why a werecat would abandon the first successfully turned female werecat... It doesn't make sense...unless he fled right after he attacked you...or maybe he attacked you, and then thought you were dead so he didn't need to stick around..."

I blocked out his musings. I didn't want to think about the werecat that turned me. I didn't want to have to relive it—there were some details that I'm pretty sure would just be better forgotten. Like the feral expression on the homeless man's face as he ran towards me. Or his mangled, disjointed transformation, so painful and unhealthy. Or the feel of his sharp claws ripping through the soft flesh of my stomach. Or the moment when I looked down at the bloody mess of my mutilated stomach afterwards—NO I can't think about that. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed back the memories that were rapidly bombarding my head. I thought of a metal vault, and imagined stuffing all the painful memories behind the thick door of that vault in my mind. When my mind quieted, and the memories were locked away, I opened my eyes to see Zane staring at me concernedly. His platinum blond hair was now a shade darker from a layer of dirt and his clothes were muddy and wrinkled.

"You okay, E?"

I paused. Was I okay?

"Yeah...I just...let's just not talk about that time." Seeing the pain on my face, he agreed wholeheartedly. 

We had been hoping to make it to Quebec in about a week and we generally made good time, considering the random zig-zag path we had to take in order to get the tracker off our tails, no pun intended. From the looks of it, the tracker was very skilled, and had probably enlisted some of his contacts to help his search.

And after 8 frantic days of no showers and barely any sleep, here's where our journey ends: standing in front of a regular white house in a normal middle-class neighborhood in the suburbs of Quebec. 

I open my door and slide out of the car, both groggy and confused. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I self-consciously smooth down my long, waist-length brown hair. I've already failed at untangling the dirty knots, but at least I can make sure it doesn't turn into a complete mess. Zane and I stopped at a gas station bathroom to wash the dirt off our faces as best we could, but I'm sure I still look grungy and unkempt. I grimace apprehensively at the modest white house.

Zane, reading my face, gives me an apologetic shrug and comes around the front of the car to wrap a reassuring arm around my shoulders.

"Don't worry. I've known these guys my whole life. Sure, they may be shocked as hell to see a gorgeous female werecat on their doorstep, but trust me, they won't be copping a feel while Zane is around." 

I scoff, and then pause. 

"Zane, who are these guys? How do you know we can really trust them?" I'm tired and hungry and I've just run across two states and into another country on foot—that makes for a very grumpy werecat. But, of course, the ever-cheerful and resilient Zane is still as happy as a clam. 

"Beck and Stello live here together, but usually Hanson and Casey and sometimes Esteban are mooching off them. They're all Pureblood Dissenters like me, so they have the strength and the means to help me protect you. And they will," he declares confidently.

Zane squeezes my shoulder and nudges me to look across the street toward the white two-story house with a low fence. The healthy green grass blends in well with the other houses on the street, except for the bushes of fully-bloomed roses adorning the stone pathway. The roses are lively and vibrant, even though they're not in season, and they light up the house with beautiful reds and pinks and yellows, and even unnatural colors like purples and oranges and blues. I wonder who in the house breeds roses as a hobby.

The colorful yard is a stark contrast to the cold, dark sky that heralds a storm in the harsh wind. The cheerful roses even make me feel out of place, dirty and smelly as I am.

All in all, the house is delicate and tasteful in a simple cottage way, and I gaze at its simplicity while Zane continues on. "Edie babe, just trust me. Beck and Stello and me, we go way back. They're as loyal and trustworthy as they come. And they'll love you just as much as I do, so stop worrying—it'll give you wrinkles," he teases me, adding a wink for good measure.

But I'm too nervous and jumpy. A lot of things could go wrong—there might still be tension and unresolved problems that could lead to some difficulties. It seems that the adventurous atmosphere of our journey has dissipated and now we're in a very real world—a world where there are dangerous trackers looking for me and I can die in a snap.

"So will you go in now or do you wanna keep sitting out here contemplating life?"

I look at him, his outrageously hopeful expression waiting for my reply. His hair, although dirty and windblown, still highlights his boyishly handsome face—of course he looks perfectly in his element, even though he is wearing week-old clothing and smells horrendous. I huff and throw my head back to look at the cold blue sky. 

Worst-case scenario: they refuse to let us hide out in their house and we have to leave. I doubt they'll report us to the Panthera Tigris Court, because those are the werecats who track and murder Mixedbloods, and according to Zane they hate the conforming racist Panthera Tigris population just as much as he does. Well that's reassuring.

But most likely they will help us, especially because I'm a female werecat. It makes sense that they'd want to keep me away from the Capital so I don't mate with a male werecat and produce more Mixedblood-hating werecats. That would probably be their worst nightmare. 

I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and shake off his arm. That'd make me seem weak and that's the last thing I need in front of a bunch of unfamiliar werecats. Zane, obviously pleased with my decision, grins at me.

I try to keep the cold mask on my face but my lips twitch as I try to suppress the smile that threatens to bloom in response to Zane's grin. Damn him.

We quickly walk down the narrow pathway and up the front steps. I catch the faint smell of werecats, but I can't hear anything inside the house. 

I look at Zane questioningly and he glances at me, shrugging, and rings the doorbell.

It's silent for a moment before I hear a shuffle on the second floor, and then stumbling footsteps coming down the stairs and towards the door. At the last second, Zane suddenly maneuvers me behind him, and I take a deep breath to calm my annoyance. He is obviously having an attack of overprotectiveness. But, my uncertainty lets it slide, and I lift my chin with an indignant huff that Zane knows I don't really mean. I'm too nervous to fight with him right now. 

The door opens to reveal a disheveled young man, seemingly in his early twenties like Zane, with short brown hair and big brown eyes. He is short, just a few inches taller than me, but very muscular, built like a wrestler. He is extremely tan, but in a tanning salon kind of way so that he's a kind of orangish brown. His eyes fly straight to Zane, who greets him with a warm, "Stello, my good friend."




Eden Ch. 03



An expression of joyous disbelief covers Stello's face.

"ZANE!! Zane, what are you doing here?! BECK! GET YOUR SORRYASS OUT OF BED! Zanie, I told Beck that we would see you again but he didn't believe me. We shoulda had a bet to see if you were ever gonna come back because I woulda obviously won! Did you hear about the new law that the Drag Alpha passed? What bullshit! Did you see the game last night? It was epic! My Gaia, you look exactly the same as ever!" he was talking a mile a minute while wrapping an arm around Zane and propelling him into the house, leaving me standing on the doorstep. 

I quickly scan the front room, which looks like a TV living room, and on seeing it empty I step in and shut the door. Without the howling of the wind outside, the house is immediately quiet except for Stello's marathon talking near the back. I can't hear what Zane is saying in response, but I decide to wait and let him fill his friends in on our situation.

Looking around the TV room, you could tell that these guys definitely weren't the cleanest guys around—but they weren't the messiest either. There were empty soda cans and popcorn bowls cluttering the low coffee table and the throw pillows were strewn messily about the sleek black couches, but the big plasma TV gave the room a clean, modern feel. It looked like a typical bachelor pad home for a couple of guys.

I wander toward the back of the house where I can hear Zane talking to Stello, hoping that he will be done explaining by the time I get there because I'm not going to hide any longer. Walking through a short hallway, I come across the small dining room and then walk through the doorway into what I discover is a wide, granite-counter kitchen. Zane is sitting on a barstool talking as Stello whirls around the designer kitchen cracking eggs and mixing batter—making breakfast.

When I walk in, Zane sees me immediately and pats the stool next to him for me to sit, and Stello, with his back facing us, exclaims, "Zane, you can't go involving yourself in other people's problems all the time! If a werecat is being chased by trackers YOU STAY OUT OF IT." He obviously didn't know I was sitting right there—maybe he didn't even know that I was in the house. This one wasn't very smart about using his senses. 

"If the tracker sees you he will not only report you to the Capital, but he will report you for aiding a wanted werecat! It's no good. You can't bring him here." So not only did he not know that I was here, but he didn't know I was female. Oh great. I look at Zane accusingly and he squeezes my hand, laughing good-naturedly. 

"Beck will slaughter you if you bring the tracker to our doorstep! It's not worth it! Unless you're completely and unabashedly in love with this cat then you absolutely cannot bring him here to our safe zone. You're old enough to know this! I don't even know why I bother to lecture you because I know you'll just do whatever the hell you want anyway. You're impossible. What do I do with you!?" 

This guy is practically having a conversation with himself and I can't help but want to laugh along with Zane. Stello is the most talkative person I've ever met in my life. Except that I haven't officially met him yet, and when I do he might want to kick me out of his life anyway. But he just keeps on talking to himself. I think he might have even forgotten Zane was there. I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle my giggles until I start to snort with laughter, making Zane laugh all the harder. 

Unfortunately one of my unladylike snorts escapes my hand and I see Stello's back abruptly stiffen. He looks very alert all of the sudden. 

"Zane. Please tell me you did not bring him here." His voice is eerily calm. I watch as he inhales deeply and then freezes.

Zane just laughs, obviously enjoying the fact that my manly snort has made Stello believe I'm a guy.

"No, I assure you, I didn't bring him here." I know he's just waiting to deliver the punch line, but I just want to punch him. 

He continues, "But you said I could bring the werecat here if I was completely and unabashedly in love... and I hate to say it, but I am!" he winks at me conspiratorially, and I sigh with exasperation.

Stello immediately spins around, making eye contact with me. His eyes are wide and stunned, and it is just then that I realize he discovered I was female from my scent that he inhaled.

I meet his brown-eyed stare with my own violet-eyed glare, but I can't help the deep blush the blooms under my skin from his scrutiny. 

Feeling self-conscious, I smile and give him an awkward half wave.

"Nice to meet you, too," I add when he doesn't move a centimeter. 

His mouth is wide and gaping like a fish and Zane laughs, "AHA! The great joker finally at a loss for words? Well I'll be!" He affects a deep southern accent jokingly.

I want to look at him and glower, but I'm too afraid to break this little staring contest with Stello, just in case he suddenly decides to attack.

"But...but—but—she's a girl!" He looks at Zane, his mouth wide open in shock and what I think is growing excitement. What am I, a science experiment?

I retort sarcastically, "Yes. I'm a girl. Yes. I'm a werecat. And I do have a name, thanks for asking. It's Eden." I lift my chin proudly. I will not be talked down to by this little orange man. 

He looks back and forth from me to Zane and then back again, like he doesn't know how to react. Until finally, "BECK!!!!" I seriously underestimated the power of his voice box because I suddenly have an urge to check if my ears are bleeding. I look over at Zane, satisfied to see that he is cringing in pain as well.

Another man barrels into the kitchen from the same door I came in through. He is older, maybe in his mid-fifties, which makes me think that he is many decades older than Zane and Stello. Zane has told me that werecats age at a much slower rate than humans—they age about 1 year every decade—but they do eventually whither and die like humans.

This man, who I assume to be Beck, is bare-chested with only a flimsy pair of pink boxers on. He's taller than Zane, with broader shoulders and a more imposing figure. With shoulder-length blonde hair slightly graying at his temples, he looks around the room at all of us, looking more confused by the second until his eyes land on me. His eyes widen for a moment at my scent before glowing with warmth. 

He doesn't even look surprised at Zane's presence as he asks him, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

****

"My God, so it's true." Beck looks at Stello as he says this, and they both look at me. Beck has already changed into jeans and a white button-up, and is sitting at another bar stool on the opposite side of the kitchen island with Stello.

Finally my curiosity gets the best of me. "What's true?"

"There's a rumor around of a turned female werecat..." Beck stops and cocks his head at me curiously. 

Stello continues, "People are sayin' a turned human was seen in the states, and we wouldn't have thought nothing about it since males get turned all the time. But then we heard it was a female, one who could outrun any tracker."

Zane guffawed. "She doesn't run, she flies," he laughs.

"Is that right, little one?" asks Beck. That irks me, but then I remember that he's probably older than my grandpa so I let it go and shrug. 

"I just like running," I reply, smiling demurely.

He smiles back at me. "It's been a long time since I've met a female cat who actually likes to run."

I want to ask him what he means by that, but Stello babbles on excitedly, breakfast all but forgotten, "I thought for sure it was just another one of those urban legends spreadin around. You know? Or maybe a Capital conspiracy to make the males feel like there's actually a meaning for their existence!" he exclaims, letting out a loud bark of laughter. "But please don't tell me that Zanie here turned you! I think I might die of a damn heart attack if that's true!" 

Zane told me that usually biting a human implied sex, which wasn't the case for me, thank Gaia, but is the case for most turned werecats.

Zane chuckled, shaking his head resignedly. "There's no use trying to answer or argue with Stell—he'll just keep talking to himself like you're not even there." I look back at him, laughing when I realize Zane's right—Stello still hasn't stopped talking, gesturing enthusiastically and laughing at his own jokes. 

But Beck is all business, and has already turned from him to observe me again. He's been doing that ever since he saw me, making me slightly uncomfortable.

"Zane, would you please explain in detail what is going on? How did you happen to meet Eden, and how did this tracker find you two?"

Looking to me for permission, I nod and let Zane launch into the tale of how we met and how the tracker found us. 

*******

"You okay, little one?" Beck asks me from the doorway of the guest room I've been sleeping in the last couple of days. 

It's almost 2am. I didn't think anyone was awake. 

"Just thinking," I answer tiredly. Ever since Zane and I got here, I have been bombarded with questions of every little aspect of my life. If I am such an anomaly in their world, am I an outsider once again?

When I glance over, I am surprised to see that Beck has come in and sat on my bed without my hearing him. 

"I had a hard time figuring things out when I was first turned also. The life of a werecat is very different from that of a human."

I gasped. "You were a human?" I suddenly realized how rude I sounded and blushed, but he only chuckled.

"Yes, I was. Stello was born a werecat, but me? I have lived and loved as both human and werecat." I am stunned. I had thought he and Stello were both born Purebloods.

He continued, "There is much for you to learn as a werecat. You probably already know the basics of survival: how to run, smell, hunt, hide. But you probably don't know how to coexist with other werecats besides Zane. The hierarchy of the Panthera Tigris is both an extraordinary and deadly thing. It can make or break a werecat."

Intrigued, I asked, "What do you mean?"

He turned to look out the window for a moment, before reaching over and closing the blinds.

"Well firstly, as a dissenter, especially a female dissenter, you have to be very careful of your surroundings: where you are, who's around you, who you can trust—"

I cut him off before I could stop myself, "But I'm not a dissenter."

"Hate to break it to you, pretty girl, but you haven't declared yourself to Court, you're running from a tracker, and you're hiding out with a group of dissenters. Sounds like you've become a dissenter without even realizing it."

It dawns on me that he's right. 

"I just didn't think of it like that. I guess it's illegal in Panthera Tigris law to want to be free."

"And that is nothing to be ashamed of. You are right to run for your freedom, because given the chance, the trackers will catch you, take you to Court, and you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder to birth more precious Panthera Tigris."

"Wait, what? I am going to be imprisoned and raped if they catch me?!"

Seeing my red face and panicked breathing, he put a comforting hand on my shoulder, and suddenly he seemed a lot older than he did when he first came in. 

"I may have exaggerated a bit, but that's the gist of what would happen. The Imperial Council would parade you in front of all the eligible males to see if one of them happens to be your bondmate. If that is not the case, they will have sole custody of you. You will live where they say, have a job of their choosing, and after a certain period of time you will have to choose a temporary mate to reside with. They like to continually test to see if werekits can be born to couples that aren't true bondmates. It has happened before, but only in very rare circumstances..." 

He trailed off as I stared at him in shock. I would not be caught to be experimented on. I won't sit by and wait to be a breeding cat. I would fight to the death to keep my freedom. 

"But enough of that talk," he changed the subject quickly on seeing my anger. "None of that explains why you haven't been sleeping."

I looked away. "You noticed that?"

He nodded sympathetically, explaining, "Zane is concerned as well. He says you rarely sleep, which is unusual for a female werecat."

"Why is that unusual?" My curiosity about werecats was endless.

"Because most of them are lazy and demanding. The females reside at Court you see, so they all have a retinue of servants who do everything for them, so as not to strain their oh-so delicate bodies. But you haven't answered my question, my dear." He looked at me expectantly.

"I've just been having weird dreams lately," I explained haltingly. I didn't want to go into the details of my strange, lucid dreams.

Beck looked at me speculatively, a sudden half-smile sprouting on his face. "Pay attention to dreams. More often than not they can lead us in the direction we were meant to travel." He stood up then. "But I have been keeping you from your sleep. You need your rest for the journey ahead of you."

"It's alright, Beck. I enjoyed talking with you." I smiled, wondering at his abrupt reaction to my confession about my dreams. He smiled back serenely, an odd twinkling in his eye.

"Sweet dreams, little one," he murmured gently, closing the door. I paused at his word choice, knowing for sure that he knows what my dreams are. 

I shrug it off as a question for tomorrow, laying back on the pull out couch, turning off the lamp, and closing my eyes in the hopes of seeing crystal white snow and dark green eyes once again.



Eden Gets Hers



Some time back, I wrote a story called "Anniversary Present" that was very nicely received. I thought it might be time to re-visit those characters and see how they're doing. I hope you enjoy the results. -- BrettJ

*

"Patrice? Where are you sweetheart?" Blaine Kelly came into the house, still slightly damp from his swim, looking for his wife. She descended the staircase wearing tight white jeans and a crop top, Patrice had a figure that would put a woman of 30 to shame, despite her 40+ years. Blaine, a former athlete, kept in excellent shape as well, by running, cycling, swimming and as much sex as he could get -- which, having a wife like Patrice, was a lot.

"Wow. Who are you young lady and what have you done with my wife?" Blaine smiled, pulling his platinum-blonde wife in for a kiss. Their ardor for each other had never cooled, despite being high-school sweethearts and over 26 years of marriage. She only had to look at Blaine with those unique gray eyes of hers and he was a goner. Everything about Patrice was unique, including her passion for sex and all its variant forms. Some would have called her a nympho or a slut, Blaine just counted his blessings, because she was just about the only woman who understood his voracious appetites.

"You, my love, are a big goofball and you're wet," Patrice laughed. "I was making the final arrangements for our daughter's 25th, it's going to be hard to beat the present she gave us for our Anniversary, but I think I've done okay."

What sexy, incredible Eden had given her parents last year was a threesome -- with herself as the 3rd party. At first, Blaine and Patrice had balked at the idea, but after being slightly plied with liquor and being true hedonists -- plus the fact that auburn-haired Eden was irresistible -- they had given in. Neither had any regrets and they'd let their daughter share their bed and bodies numerous times since.

"You've made all the arrangements? Who's coming?" Blaine wanted to know. At times, Patrice loved the fact her husband was still a lot like a big kid at Christmas.

"There are some people you know and a few others you don't, but I'm not going to tell you everything darling, surprises are one of the things you and our daughter have in common," Patrice teased. "Just like exquisite taste in women is one of the things Eden and I have in common, there'll be an abundance of gorgeous creatures for us all to play with. However darling, I warn you, you're going to be paying through the nose for this one. I'm having it all catered, I don't plan on doing any cooking that night, although I might do a bit of heating up." Patrice chuckled, pleased with her witty double-entendre.

"You're sure Eden knows nothing about any of this?" Blaine asked. Another thing he and his daughter had in common was their curiosity. The minute Eden thought someone was hiding something from her, she went into snoop mode. One Christmas, they'd had to hide Eden's presents at Patrice's sister Cherie's home, for fear their 10-year old daughter would find them.

Patrice had been meticulous in her planning, right down to the last detail. All the participants were vibrant, sexy, intelligent, passionate and discrete -- people. Patrice had managed to arrange Eden's having the night of her birthday, November 15th, off from the GoGo Nightclub she danced at and had asked a few of Patrice's dancer friends to attend. She wanted Eden weak-kneed by the end of the party and if everyone else enjoyed themselves, so much the better.

November 15th arrived and Eden had been home and in a good mood the whole day. Her presents were arriving from everywhere; quite a few of them were sexy, including lingerie, clothing and shoes from her loving parents. Patrice made a suggestion of what her daughter should wear for the "small gathering" they were having for dinner. Eden knew her mother had an eye for style, so the auburn-haired beauty did as she was told.

Eden was told to come downstairs at 7 PM prompt and just relax until then. She watched a DVD of "Arsenic and Old Lace", a favorite film of hers with the gorgeous Cary Grant. At 6 PM, Eden jumped into the shower, washed herself and did her hair, put on the clothing her mother had laid out for her and went downstairs to a huge ...

"SURPRISE!"

Small gathering? Good grief, Eden reckoned there must have been at least 50 people there, her Aunt Cherie, some of her dancer friends, Silvia, Courtney and Larry Bowman who were swinger friends of her parents, family members she hadn't seen in a while and some neighbors, but one thing they had in common -- all of them were good looking and dressed majorly hot.

Eden was pretty dazzling herself, in a tight, clingy gold lame dress that was scandalously short and hugged her every curve, sexy black stockings and strappy, gold stiletto heels. The lingerie underneath was brief and could be removed easily and Eden somehow sensed that was part of the plan.

It was confirmed a few minutes later, when after Eden was hugged and kissed and given champagne, her mother announced ...

"Attention, everyone. You're all here because you're sexy, special people we adore, as does our pretty Eden. Some of you don't know her well, but that can change tonight. You've all been let in on the secret that tonight and until we've damned well had enough, this is a fuck party. Everyone eat, drink, be merry and above all, have a good fucking time. Let the orgy begin!"

Eden laughed heartily; her Mom had trumped her own previous surprise. She found herself being kissed by her Aunt Cherie, who she knew was bi like her Mom, but she'd never had the pleasure of bedding. Obviously, that was about to change. She glanced over and saw her father getting his dick sucked by cute Courtney Bowman and her Mom was already on the couch with one of Eden's dancer friends in seductive sixty-nine.

"I've told your Mom she's been very greedy, keeping you all to herself," Cherie said as she led her niece to an unoccupied bedroom. She shimmied out of her black cocktail dress and eyed Eden hungrily. Eden returned the looks, her Aunt was nearing 40 herself, but there was no evidence of age. Every inch of her hair, a slightly more reddish shade of auburn than Eden's own, was ruffled and sexy, her tits were a perfect 34 and so succulent looking. Eden moved close to her aunt and they kissed sensually again and Cherie drew her niece's head to her breasts. Eden began licking the soft tits and just kept looking at her beautiful aunt, whose gorgeous green eyes were closed as sweet warmth rushed all over her. She opened her eyes to see Eden's dark brown eyes looking at her in a new light, with passion and they fell to the bed.

"I helped your Mom pick this out for you, so I'm glad to be the one to help you out of it," Cherie purred as her niece fell back on the large bed. "You are a beautiful little thing; I have wanted to do this for a long, long time."

"You should have said something," Eden purred. "Oh Aunt Cherie, that's so nice, yesss," Eden sighed as her aunt moved the top of the dress down, baring her shoulders, which she nuzzled with her soft, red lips. The dress was inched a bit further down to reveal the black, lacy bra, which was gone in a flash. Eden began to help, wanting to be naked for her newest lover, it didn't take long. Cherie then stood up and shucked off her own lingerie, aside from stockings and heels, both women were naked. Aunt and niece met in the middle of the bed and began to kiss, Eden wondered if kissing ran in the family, because Cherie was easily as good as her own Mom. Their tongues swirled and danced and soon, they were side-by-side in a languid sixty-nine, barely aware of the raucous noises filling the rest of the house.

Blaine had always wanted to fuck Eden's cute dancer friend, a little Korean honey named Diem, so Patrice had invited her. He was drilling her hard on the couch, surprised at how such a tiny little thing could take such a savage pounding. Patrice was occupied with the Bowmans, all three of them were making sure to remind her why she lived for such moments. Cherie's current lover Gayle was having the first fuck in several years by a rather nicely-hung gentleman that turned out to be the father of the pretty teenage girl next door that Gayle had eaten several minutes earlier, a spicy redhead named Ginger. Ginger's mother, Rebecca, was screwing another dancer friend of Eden's, a black girl named Adrienne, with a rather impressive strap-on. Patrice glanced around the room and saw everyone was involved with someone else; those that weren't were having a drink or a bite to eat. She had even let the Catering Staff know that should they so choose, they were free to fuck and one pretty little thing named Shauna, a yummy little blonde Patrice made a mental note to find later, was sucking the dick of Blaine's assistant's husband, who was slurping Shauna.

When Patrice had sent out invitations to their friends, family, Eden's dancer chums and the rest of her swinging community, they all responded within a few days. Adrienne had been the first, knowing such an invitation was not to be ignored and this party was not to be missed. She'd never had a girl-girl experience, although any time Eden had thought to ask her, she would have jumped at the chance. Now that Rebecca was done with her, she approached Patrice with hungry eyes.

"You're so blonde and beautiful," Adrienne sighed, reaching out to Patrice who was now free of the Bowmans, who had moved on to other lovers. "I've always wanted to do it with a pretty blonde chick, can we have some fun, baby?"

Patrice nodded enthusiastically, one of the few experiences she had not had in life so far was making love to a black girl, and this gorgeous thing with the 34DD tits and long dark hair, full lips and sexkitten attitude, was the total package. "I want to play with your gorgeous tits baby; will you let me do that?" Patrice sighed.

"You want to suck Mama's tits baby, then come over here and suck them," Adrienne teased. Patrice and the dark, younger woman fell into a tumble in the corner of the room and began kissing and fondling each other. Adrienne thought this elegant, sensual, icy blonde was a stone-cold fox and she was going to make sure to make this good for both of them. She was going to go through the whole fucking family by the time this night was over, Blaine looked like a stud and Eden was still her fantasy bitch.

Blaine was enjoying watching his wife and the lusty black girl in a carnal embrace; he'd grabbed a quick snack and was going to find another playmate when a gorgeous blonde he didn't recognize came up to him. She had the prettiest smile and there was something familiar about her, but he knew he'd never forget meeting anyone this gorgeous.

"Hi, you're Blaine, right? I'm Kristina; I've been looking for you. If you're not involved with anyone for the moment, I'd love for you and I to have a little fun. I promise you, I'm one of the best fucks you'll ever have!"

Blaine looked at the brown-eyed blonde in the frilly, lacy yellow lingerie and matching heels and gave her his warmest smile. "I'm going to hold you to that beautiful, but let's go somewhere private, I'd like a little alone time with you."

"That sounds good to me lover, lead the way," Kristina smiled. Blaine looked at the young beauty and hoped she lived up to her word because she was one of the prettiest women at the party, where there was a virtual sea of stunning women. She certainly moved sexy, with a gentle sashay that was quite appealing.

Cherie and her niece were lost in each other's arms, their bodies flat-fucking now, enjoying the sensation of pussy-to-pussy and tit-to-tit sex. Their mouths were almost fused together and they weren't rushing, Eden knew when she got back to the party, she'd be able to pick anyone she wanted in any combination she desired.

"Oh darling, next time your Mom and I get together, you're coming with us!" Cherie sighed as she came down from the crest of her 3rd orgasm. Her sister's daughter was one of the hottest girl-fucks she'd ever had, in Patrice's league at least.

"It's a date Aunt Cherie, but why don't we get back to the party and find some more fun?" Eden giggled. She and her aunt kissed one final time, sweetly and with a bit of passion, and made their way back where there was tons of fucking underway.

In his bedroom, Blaine's large, muscular body was being worked over by the pretty young blonde, Kristina. She was trailing her hair all over his body as she massaged him, she had wonderful, gentle hands and every time she kissed Blaine, he felt little electric sparks go throughout his body. Kristina's dark eyes, somehow familiar, looked at him; she smiled and worked her way down to Blaine's thick cock. "I can't wait to feel this in my pussy, but yum, want it in my mouth first," Kristina cooed. She began laving his cock with her tongue and making sure her eyes met his as she sucked on him.

"Kristina darling, you're absolutely wonderful, I'd love to taste you now," Blaine grinned. She just smiled and nodded and spread herself out on the bed, ready for this hot, older man to worship her body. She needn't have worried, he was a wonderful lover, she should have known -- but as his lips moved all over her tanned, perfect body, lean and smooth, she began to ache to feel his cock balls-deep inside of her. "Fuck me Blaine, put your cock in me and fuck me like a slut!" Kristina groaned. 

"Your wish is my command, gorgeous," Blaine grinned. He pulled her close and on top of him, he wanted to see every inch of the stunning blonde moving as she fucked him. She wriggled down on his cock; it was a perfect fit, just as she'd known it would be. Blaine began to fuck the sexy blonde, for some reason, it was important to him that she have one of the best fucks of her life.

At the party, Patrice and Adrienne were still in the throes of a girl-girl lickfest, now joined by Adrienne's fellow dancer, adorable little Diem. They'd made a little mini Daisy Chain, with Adrienne now licking the little Korean, who was nuzzling Patrice's clit, who was avidly chowing down on Adrienne's cunt. Adrienne had yet to be fucked by any of the men at the party; she was having too much fun discovering this new facet of her personality. She knew there'd be plenty of time for the studs later. She saw a very sensual, leggy auburn-haired woman and motioned for her to join them. The woman walked over and introduced herself as Patrice's sister, Cherie -- it figured, she had the same kind of elegant beauty. It didn't take long for Cherie to fit herself into the group and begin eating Adrienne's dark, wine-lipped cunt.

Eden felt energized and aroused, then she saw a distinguished, older man she'd never seen before, but was immediately drawn to. She walked over to him, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor and smiled her hottest, sexiest smile at the sandy-haired man who was drinking a glass of wine.

"Hello -- I don't believe we've met, I'm Eden," She said, introducing herself, not at all self-conscious of being naked in front of this nicely-muscled man.

"Ah, the guest of honor. We have met, but you were just a little girl. You're certainly not little anymore, that's for sure." He grinned.

"Thank you for noticing," Eden giggled. "In the spirit of my birthday, would you like to get better acquainted?" 

"I would indeed, why don't we go upstairs? I have a little surprise to share with you," He smiled as he followed the leggy beauty.

Once in the bedroom she'd only just left, she threw herself into this man's arms. He kissed her back and held her tight, she felt really good being there. Why, she had absolutely no idea, but as his hands drifted down to her buttocks, she sighed and melted further into his kiss.

When they broke apart, Eden smiled, she couldn't seem to help it. "You said you had a little surprise for me? For my birthday?"

He grinned at her and laughed gently. "In a way, yes. It's also my birthday, Eden. I'm your Uncle Bryce, your father's younger brother."

Eden almost fell over, she'd only heard of her uncle in stories her father told, they lived a fair distance apart and Blaine and his brother only spoke a few times a year. She now realized why she was so attracted to him, this older man, 5 years her father's senior, had the same rugged, family vibe to him. "Guess you and I need to get to know each other, Uncle B," Eden grinned as she pulled him into bed. Her mouth sought his again, the kiss was even more passionate, but Eden decided her newly-discovered uncle needed the full treatment. She turned all of her talents on to her uncle's body, she kissed him, licked him and sucked cock until he was shuddering, he gave her equal treatment. Uncle Bryce didn't fuck anything like Daddy, he loved screwing her from behind and slapping her ass, Eden found her Uncle was a fun lover and she hoped he'd stick around so she could screw him again. She was surprised to find out as they talked he was divorced, what woman would be crazy enough to give up this kind of man? Riding his cock in a corkscrew motion, Eden learned her uncle hadn't come stag, but his playmate was occupied elsewhere.

"God, Uncle Bryce, you're not the biggest cock I've ever had, but fuck, do you know how to use it," Eden groaned as her uncle's mouth sucked her gorgeous tits. "I'm glad you could come to my birthday bash."

"I've also cum at your birthday bash," Bryce joked as his niece swallowed him. "What a nice way to celebrate my 50th and it isn't over yet. Come on babe, let's go downstairs and find the rest of our family."

Eden thought that sounded like a nice idea, she was hungry as well and a snack sounded nice. They made their way downstairs to find her mother snacking with Patrice and Diem, her father wasn't anywhere in sight. Bryce gave his sister a nice hug and Eden wondered if her Mom had fucked him before? She promised herself she'd ask about that later.

It was at that moment when Blaine descended the stairs, moving his way through the still-fucking crowd and shocked to see his older brother. The brothers, who hadn't seen each other in some years, shook hands and Blaine stared at his wife, who laughed heartily.

"I thought it was time Eden met some members of your family," Patrice giggled. 

"Members? Brett's divorced, who else from my family is here?"

Brett stood up and hugged Blaine's little fuck-buddy, Kristina, who said sweetly and kissed Patrice "Hi Uncle Blaine, Aunt Patrice, it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

While Kristina and her parents were talking and laughing, Eden noticed her Uncle Brett heading upstairs with her Aunt Cherie, they seemed really into each other. It sure would be nice if the entire family got closer and Eden also realized she had a hot, sexy, new, blonde cousin to get to know. She hoped they could have an all-family fling tomorrow, she wondered if her uncle and yummy blonde cousin had the same kind of relationship she and her parents enjoyed? She hoped to find out soon and Eden smiled, realizing this had been the best birthday any girl ever had!