1 comments/ 16942 views/ 2 favorites Fear By: PerfectVerticalSmile He wants me to be in control tonight. Why does this always make me so nervous? It's not like I've never been with a man before, but every man is different and responds differently to touch. What if he doesn't like the way I touch him? God, what if I turn him off instead of turning him on? I can't imagine the embarrassment. Of course, I want to touch him. I want to run my hands up and down his shaft, gently, slowly at first, then harder and faster as his breathing gets heavier. I've heard that a man's nipples are actually sensitive. What if I lick and bite them, and he thinks I'm just being weird? Kissing is easy, anyone can do that, but finding those erogenous zones is quite a bit trickier, and I'm not sure I'm up for the task. I want to pleasure him, make him moan, make him shake, but I'm scared. I fear failure. I fear rejection. I fear tremendous humiliation when I stumble or stutter or falter. It's so much easier to just let him be in charge, but then I feel guilty because I'm not doing my share. I need to show him how much I care about him, how attracted I am to him, how much I want to please him, but fear is consuming me. Slowly, cautiously, I lower my lips to his chest while my hands caress his arms and back. It's hard to find a nipple in the mass of hair on his chest, so for a while I'm just kissing randomness. Where is it? This is exactly why I'm scared of attempting new things. I just don't know what I'm doing, and he's going to realize that and not want me anymore. Wait, there, oh thank goodness. Mmm, he seems to like that. Cool. The kissing seems to satisfy him, but what about a little tongue? I begin to slowly swirl my tongue around his nipple, gently, carefully, barely touching the tip. I blow a little cool air onto the nipple, and he gives a quick gasp. Oh, that was effective! Maybe I have more of a clue than I thought. Enough playing, though, he deserves action. I clamp my lips firmly around his nipple and nibble slightly on the tip. His back arches in response – always a good sign. I continue to nibble this one as my left hand searches desperately for the other. Can I do two things at once? It's hard to focus on the task at hand when I want to please him as much as possible. I find his other nibble and begin to rub and tweak it while continuing to suck, lick, and bite the other. This takes a lot of work, especially considering how turned on it's making me. My mind is racing – should I continue this act or do I move on? Does he want more? What is he expecting? What if I don't go far enough? What if I go too far? I don't want to do anything he's not ready for. He wants more, I'm sure of it, and he deserves more. I let a hand wander downward. I'm not sure what I'm expecting to find, but it's not this. A small gasp escapes my lips – he's so hard, so huge. Did I really create that much anticipation in him? In the excitement of the moment, I grip his cock with some force and begin to slowly rub up and down. He whispers in my ear that he prefers a gentle touch. Shit – I knew I'd screw this up somehow. Hurting him is exactly what I didn't want to do. I relax my grip a bit but continue the gentle stroking. He does seem to like that. My fingers wander to what I know are the more sensitive spots – the tip, the corona. I remember that the balls are supposed to be very sensitive. I graze my fingernails against his shaft as I trail down to his balls. Ever so softly I run my fingernails over the sac, through the hairs, caressing, smoothing, tickling. He moans approvingly and I feel his body arch with delight. At least I'm finally doing something right. My other hand finds his cock again and I feel to the tip to see what kind of effect I'm having on him. Ooo, a little precum. Very nice. I begin to rub this into the head of his dick for a bit of lubrication. His breathing is getting much heavier now as his penis continues to grow. Mmm, I like the effect I'm having on him. I brave a stronger grip, and he doesn't object this time. His hips begin to jerk while his head tips backward. His breathing becomes moans of approval. I think he might have said YES a few times as well. He asks me to go faster, so I oblige. Harder, faster, more, more, yes, oh, he likes this so much. I can't stop now and I don't want to. He's going to cum soon, and I don't know what to do with it when he does. I really want to just clamp my lips around his big dick and suck all of the juice from him. I'd like nothing more than to feel his warm cum erupt in my mouth and trickle down to my stomach, but I think it's too soon. There will be time for that, and I need to have patience. But, he's going to release soon, and I don't want to make a mess of his room. I could be incredibly kinky and let him jizz all over my body. I think I might like that, feeling the warmth envelop my large breasts and stomach. Yes, that will have to do for tonight. I roll to my back and guide him over me. He can't handle much more as I continue to pump his long cock. He lets out one loud, guttural groan and covers me with his juice. I continue to pump, extracting as much as I can, and he continues to flow. More and more squirts onto my body, and I begin to rub it into my breasts with my free hand. I should be letting him know how much I'm enjoying giving him pleasure, but my mind can't focus on so many things at once. I believe I've done my job, but I don't want to stop yet. My fingertips wander back to his balls to tickle for just a little longer. Instantly, his back arcs, and his body jerks while he moans deeply at the attack. It's as if I'm torturing him – a torture that he loves but can barely handle. I know I've never had this kind of an effect on a man before, and I love seeing him squirm at my slightest touch. I'll have to remember this one for next time. He can't take anymore and begs me to stop, so I comply. We're both spent, he in the climax that drenched me, me in the joy of pleasing him. As we rest in each others arms I begin to wonder if I'll ever get over my fear of pleasuring him. I hope so. I love doing it, but I'm always afraid of doing something wrong. Maybe it's silly; it probably is. I suppose my confidence will grow with a bit more practice, and I have a feeling he won't object to that... Fear At barely eighteen years old, we had run away to elope. Neither of us could return, as our parents would likely kill us both, yet our longtime friendship had secretly been much more -- much, much more than what most people in our former hometown would ever allow. Four long days of driving had brought us to the other side of the country, to a place where no one knew us by name or by sight. All we had were the clothes on our backs and what was in the old beat-up station wagon my father had given me barely three weeks earlier. If we budgeted properly and continued to camp every night instead of using even the cheapest of hotels, we could possibly stretch our money for another two weeks before we were truly broke. We found a secluded area in the mountains and parked the station wagon. Although the mountain air was cool, we still felt the heat of our families' search for us. But, somehow, it no longer mattered, for we had finally done what we had discussed for perhaps six months: We were now husband and wife. The rings were admittedly somewhat cheap, but the love we shared was indeed priceless. After several days on the run, we had become fairly good at setting up camp relatively quickly. As the sun set and the trees' shadows darkened the campsite, we ate a meager dinner and shared a bottle of water. Nothing was said, for we were looking upon each other in a new light, for as of about five hours earlier, we were spouses. I still could not believe that someone so beautiful and pale as snow could love someone like me. Even without any makeup, just her smile was enough to draw me to her. Her internal radiance attracted me like a moth to a flame. I just hoped that this attraction would not prove deadly. Eventually, what we both knew would happen began, slowly. She closed the short distance between us and leaned against me, a hand upon my chest to feel my heart beating for her. With an arm around her waist, I placed a hand upon her heart, feeling more connected to her than I ever had previously. And when I moved my hand to the left, she sighed happily, subtly arching her back to press more of her breast into my large palm. For quite some time, we touched and caressed, fondled and groped. Soon we were laying in the grass, still fully clothed, but each of us fully aroused. Slowly, I rubbed myself against her thigh, and our lips joined at last. We volleyed the same breath back and forth as she helped me to move against her. In time, however, that was not enough for either of us. She nudged me away long enough to unbutton and unzip her jeans, and I helped her remove them and her dampened panty together. To see her nearly-barren sex for the first time caused my breath to catch in my throat, for I had not known that she usually shaved her pubic hair, and the days away from home had not permitted her the opportunity to continue that practice. Nonetheless, I was soon tasting her love, my tongue slithering between her moistened folds as her thighs moved sensuously against the sides of my head and her fingers curled in my short hair. Clearly this was no longer the shy girl I had met in middle school -- from the sounds and movements she made, she was truly a woman. ...my woman, and she wore the ring to announce it to the world. As I continued to sample her love, I reached underneath me to unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my jeans. It was difficult to do that with only one hand, but it was eventually accomplished, and I pushed my jeans and boxers down my thighs before finally lifting my wet face from the juicy sex before me. Sliding forward, I was soon over her, looking down into her admiring eyes as I readied myself for the final act which would truly seal our fates together for eternity. As moaned as one as I entered her, and she gasped and shuddered as I pressed my thick length against the last vestige of her girlish self. I dipped my head to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself upon my thick lips, then lifted my head to gaze upon her again as her small hands reached for my cheeks, caressing me with the care and the desire which had been simmering within her for so, so long. "I love you," I whispered. "I know," she replied just as quietly. A heartbeat later, her cry of pain pierced the twilight. It was the only time I had ever hurt her, and as she clutched me tightly, I knew that she was not hurt by the pain, not in an emotional sense. When at last she was ready, I began to move anew within her. Together, we watched as my dark length slid into her pale body. Suddenly, as the moonlight began to filter through the clouds and the leaves overhead, I was quite aware of the visual contrast between us: her pale hands upon my dark arms, my black body penetrating her crystalline form. If anyone had happened to come upon us at that time, they may well have thought that I was raping her, such was the cultural perception -- at least, such was the cultural perception in our former hometown. But this definitely was not rape. She was not fighting me, nor was she pleading for the act to end. She instead held me, her small hands gripping my back, my sides, my arms, my waist, my ass. The lone tear she had shed at her piercing had disappeared, and her cry of pain was long forgotten as the sounds of impending release rose to my ears. "I love you!" she cried, and then the climax I wished for her consumed her, and I quickly succumbed to her pleasure, inseminating her with my white-hot love, filling her as I growled loudly through gritted teeth, probably seeming like a monster as she looked up at my in amazement, her body continuing to spasm and twitch in the aftermath of her bliss. ...and as we lay in each other's arms upon the cool grass, as our combined passion seeped from her body, the fear which had stalked us for four long days were banished from our loving embrace. Fear Addiction What the hell do you think it's like? You think it's fun? Have you seen the expression on my face? Is that the face of someone who's having a good time? It's necessary. It's medicine. It's chemotherapy. It's a repulsive and stomach sick kind of high, like the euphoria after a near fatal car wreck. First there's a cheap initial wash of fear, almost delightful, innocent in its depth, like when you realize the freezing water stream pouring over your hand is not cold but hot. But then the first real pain hits and a familiar dread seizes my spine and pulls my chest toward the floor. I don't want this, I realize- and simultaneously- I want to not want this. And for a moment I'm nearly convinced of that. But then the pain is back and you already know I'm losing the courage of my convictions so you do the one thing I can't bully into a manageable state of panic; you twist my arm and pin me. The obligation to fight this fills me, and I do, but the scream from my elbow is no surprise- the one that says I will break, I will break and then you'll really be fucked, idiot. Now I know only two things in the entire world, because my universe has collapsed to the visceral- new pain is coming and I cannot escape it. The chest hitches (instinct? pleading?) and already a small corner of my mind is considering the body from a distance. I've barely managed to begin the sound of regret before blinding lights go off; you've dug your fingers into the nerve you know hurts so badly, so much I couldn't possibly enjoy it, and that's why you choose it, and that's your sickness. That's really what I'm here for. Then I'm screaming without vocal chords, just this desperate exhale of air, the quietest sound I'm capable of making in this moment. Suddenly I can no longer tolerate it and barely do I register this fact before I have disconnected. The body feels everything, and it still twists and struggles, but my consciousness has rolled off the side of my brain like a bowling ball into the gutter. It is from this tilted perspective that I watch myself. There is no more narrative thought because thought is impossible. Instantly the screaming lights recede and everything comes flooding back, gratitude and a shuddering fear that it's coming again, the suffering, that one or a new one? When and for how long? Please I can't take it again. I think thank you thank you I won't do it again, whatever it is, whatever makes you do this. Consciously I decide to suppress the distressed breathing, the pleading whimpering, but it happens anyway. Systems are not responding. I want to push it down because I know it will only encourage you but I can't stop the instinct. The instinct doesn't know you are this kind of monster, the way I know, and with the next wave of agony comes the laugh. You fucking laugh. You fucking prick. That condescending laugh that makes me want to bite your cheek off your face, or dig my thumbs into your eyes, the one that draws in thoughts of homicide. Every time I hear it I worry what I would do to you if I could but you only bring it out when I can't. By this time your weight is bearing down on me, a new kind of pin, an adjustment I have not missed, the one that means you might rape me up the ass. And it's not until this particular flavor of sinking dread hits that I am pulled fully into my body, every nerve lit up and measuring. My heart in my chest feels like a tangled mass of fish hooks. I cannot see you but this heightened awareness means I still know where every part of you is, up to the sweat on your chest dripping on my back, and I don't want to beg- don't want to give you the satisfaction of my failure- but I do because I need you to stop because I can't take it I really can't not tonight please don't do it. Then I realize- I can tell from the stiffness in your fingers and the cautious readiness in your arms, like the arms of a morbidly curious child holding a rabbit, on the brink of a revelation about his own innocence- that you're going to do it this time. You're a predator in an indulgent frame of mind and you're going to do it. I feel compelled to take gulping gasps like I'm going underwater. I'm pleading please please please please and you say, please what? You actually pause, but meanwhile you're bending my arm further, too far. I want to say please something please something but I don't know the something, there's dirt on the lens. You decide you don't want to hear about it and wrap your hand around my mouth, shifting yourself over me. Finally you're pressing into me, into places that shouldn't be pressed, and a unique pain starts to wake up, knife-like in its edge. The pleases stop. Now I think. Stay calm. Relax. It really hurts. It'll hurt less if you relax. Move. Scream. Don't scream. Get out of there. Relax. It hurts. You can stop it. He doesn't have you, his grip is... The last thought is not a word but a sensation, a map of my escape illustrated in nerve endings. You sense the instant I birth this idea, moving ahead of me, one hand applying a suffocating pressure to the middle of my back. Pain is delayed for a quick inquiry about air. The body, so pure in its chain of command, so deadsure, banishes more ambitious plans and only breathes just breathe just breathe only breathe. Maybe this is my escape. Maybe this is my vacation home, this narrowing corridor of lung and chest. I live here now. You fuck. You fuck. Do you even care if I suffocate right now? Where would you hide the body? You're not right and you know it. The closer you get to climax the heavier you sink into me, pressing so ruthlessly now I can feel the rake of your bones pushing into my skin, into my spine and muscle. Relax. The fear lives in the body, the fear that knows you can't hear me now, the fear that feels your hand close around the back of my throat. That's what it's like. Fear and Desire She was looking forward to another great weekend with Michael, as she sped down the interstate on Friday night. Smiling to herself, she thought of the fun they always had together. In the year that they'd been seeing each other, he'd proven himself to be an accomplished lover, good friend, and she especially enjoyed his willingness to let her take charge in bed. Her duffel bag was packed with lingerie and a few new toys she had picked up. She squirmed in her seat, already wet in anticipation. Pulling into the driveway next to Michael's condo, she was a little surprised to find the house dark. She knew he had to be there because they'd chatted for most of the ride. "Maybe he ran out to the store for something", she thought to herself as she got out of the car and slid the spare key into the front door. Still a little curious, she closed the door behind her, stepped into the foyer and leaned to put down her bag, feeling her way in the darkness. Suddenly, she felt strong hands grab her arms and spin her around. She started to cry out in alarm, but a hand clamped down over her mouth, muffling her cries. Panic set in as she was roughly pushed up against the wall. Struggling did no good, as she was completely overwhelmed by the muscular arms. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she felt her body going limp in fear. Moaning under the restraining hand, she wriggled, trying to turn and see her assailant. But he would have none of it, as he pinned her with his body. Her alarm mounted when she felt his rock hard erection against her. Her captor pushed against her, rubbing himself against her butt and giving her an exact picture of what his plans were for her. But she wasn't prepared when she felt a silky scarf being drawn across her mouth, tightening as he yanked it into a knot. Another scarf was drawn across her eyes, the blindfold shutting out the little bit of light that had been there. The intruder finished securing her by yanking her hands behind her back and tying yet another scarf around her wrists. Completely helpless at this point, she stopped struggling and tried to think of what to do. He didn't give her much time, as he pressed himself against her again, hard, and reached around to her breasts. He ran his hands over them, feeling her nipples hardening through her bra, then giving each one a rough pinch. Her body reacted even while her mind protested. She leaned into his hands, pressing her aching breasts against his palms. He ran his hands down to her waist, then clutched at the hem of her dress, drawing it up. "Oh, no", she thought, "of all times for me to decide to surprise Michael by driving down here with no panties on!". Her bare legs and naked butt were fully exposed, and the attacker wasted no time in taking advantage of it. His devious plans for her moved forward as he grabbed her ponytail and spun her around, pushing her further into the hallway. Her feet bumped up against the familiar stairway. She had no time to react before she felt her hands freed, only to have them tied again, this time secured to a spot high on the banister in front of her. She heard his breathing quicken and again, her body betrayed her. Despite the pain in her shoulders from the uncomfortable position, she could feel her arousal growing. Her pussy was throbbing and her juices moistened the inside of her thighs. Sounds of clothing being removed, buckles and zippers, told her that the next phase was about to begin. With no other warning, her assailant grasped her waist and pushed her forward, bending her over. His fingers ran across her ass then slipped into the crevice between, burrowing towards her pussy. Mortified as her reaction, she still couldn't help but push back against the stranger's hand, plunging his fingers into her wetness. A low moan escaped from the man as he drove his long fingers in and out of her. Real fear was building in her at the same time as her body was succumbing to the invasion. "Michael should be home any minute", she thought. "He'll make this guy sorry he ever touched me!". But he wasn't there now, and nothing could save her from being plundered. The rough but exciting fingers were withdrawn, and she sighed with relief and disappointment. The relief was short-lived as she felt a new sensation... the smooth head of his cock, poised at the entrance to her soaking pussy. This wasn't like Michael's gentle love-making at all– the intruder pushed forward, plunging his cock all the way into her with one movement. She felt his balls slap against her ass, with the force of his penetration. His hands left her hips and came around her, wrapping her in his arms in a vice-like grip. He began to thrust into her, slowly, pulling all the way out then pushing all the way in again. His hands moved to her breasts, but instead of the painful pinching from before, he lightly ran his fingertips over her nipples. He was thrusting harder now, and she could tell from his breathing, and the swelling of his cock inside her, that he was about to come. The force of his orgasm rocked her body, as the hot fluid filled her. Shaking, she cried out in frustration, her own body on fire but not yet satisfied. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, and started in shock as he began laying soft kisses and small bites all over her neck and shoulders. Then finally he spoke for the first time, saying in a ragged voice, "Welcome home, honey... Do you like your surprise?". Michael quickly untied the cloth that had trapped her mouth, and began to loosen the blindfold. She yelped, "No! Leave it! Just fuck me! I don't care.... Please, fuck me, I need you now, finish me!". She almost didn't care at this point whose cock was inside her, she was desperate for release. Shocked and aroused at her reaction, Michael picked up where he left off, getting back into a rhythm that was driving her crazy and making her thrust back hard against him. She writhed at the sensations, his hands at her hips matching her movements and pushing his cock further into her than he had before. It only took moments for her orgasm to build and take over, making her cry out in pleasure then go limp against him. Now she let him remove the dark blindfold, and gently untied her wrists from the banister. Holding her tightly against him, he waited impatiently her for to speak. He threw back his head and laughed when she finally said "Well, that sure beats a bouquet of flowers!!". Fear and Euphoria "Shush, stay in bed and sleep," said Kari the next morning. "I'm going to shower and order breakfast." She kissed my hand, smiled and walked away and all I could think was; she's awesome! When I finally got my eyes open and rolled out of bed, she was on the phone with room service and I couldn't resist playing while she tried to give the order. She squirmed slightly when my hands touched her shoulders and slightly more when they pulled off her towel. "Lightly scrambled," she said changing tone in midsentence as I kissed her neck and shoulders. "Yes, and orange ----" She gasped as my kisses moved down her spine. "Uh, I mean, yes, orange juice." Her beautiful ass was warm and inviting and I couldn't resist. "Yes, that'll be it. Thanks," she said hanging up the phone as my tongue moved down the valley between her cheeks. "Kimmy...?" she squealed with a laugh while turning to back away. "No, no, no, no, no..., you're not going to get me all worked up now. Take your shower so we can eat. I want to explain some things." When I straightened up, she hugged me. "God you're beautiful. I really hope you don't hate me." "Hate you..., for what?" "Shower first. Then I'll tell you everything." During my shower, I wondered, or more accurately worried, about what horrible thing she was going to tell me but, when I came out wrapped in a towel, the table was set with bacon, eggs, coffee and juice. "Wow, that looks delicious," I said suddenly realizing how hungry I was. She grinned and handed me a rather short hotel robe. "I'm afraid we wrinkled your clothes pretty badly so I sent them out for pressing." The robe barely covered my butt and left a bit of me dangling below it in front. We both looked down for a second and laughed. "Let's sit down Kim. I seem to want you in my mouth more than those eggs but we have to talk a little first." "Okay," I said as I pulled out her chair. "What do you want to talk about..., and what was that hate me thing you said before?" "Here, let me fix your blonde and sweet coffee. And I promise not to suck your fingers this time..., well..., not yet anyway." The morning sun backlit her golden hair and framed those bright blue eyes in a portrait the masters would envy but I couldn't lose myself in her beauty. It was time to talk. "Okay, now I'm nervous. What did you want to tell me?" Her face reddened slightly as she started her story. "Kim, I just want you to know about me. My past is..., well..., I've lived through hell." "Ha, I can relate to that! Oh, sorry for interrupting, please continue." She chuckled and relaxed a little. "The reason I said I never do this is because I only date women. I thought I had become a lesbian but you...," she looked at me and laughed, "you did something to me last night that I've never felt before and I hope you don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you. So please listen and, if you don't want to ever see me again, I'll understand." The idea of her being a lesbian stunned me but, deep inside, it also excited me and I must have looked as confused as I felt. "Just give me a chance to explain, okay?" I nodded and she took a long breath. "I was in a bad marriage, a really bad one and, after I got away from him, I dated for a while and discovered that the men who were attracted to me were generally disgusting lying pigs so I spent my time with the girls. One night, a good friend sort of seduced me into having sex with her. And I liked it. After that, I started dating women so I wouldn't have to deal with hairy, sweaty, obnoxious men." She took a drink of juice and fanned her face with her hand. I sat silent, listening. "Whew, there, I said it. Do you hate me for being..., well..., I don't really know if I'm a lesbian or not but, that's what I've done. Do you hate me?" I reached across the table and held both her hands. "Kari, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met and, if I had to, I'd be a lesbian just to be with you." Her eyes welled up with tears. "Really...? But you've only just met me. How do you know----" This time it was my finger to her lips. "Shush, maybe I don't really know, but right now, I do feel that way and I want to get to know you. Besides, how do you know you won't hate me tomorrow? I'm certainly not the tall dark handsome male model type, and I'm far from being rich!" She leaned back and sighed. "Kim, do you have any idea how scared I am about ever making love with anyone again? I'm petrified!" "Why?" I asked with a nervous laugh. "Because, last night was so absolutely incredible that I'm afraid it'll never happen again!" "There is an easy way to find out you know." She laughed and squeezed my hands. We never did finish breakfast that morning and once again, I had to hold and cuddle her until she came down from her sexual high but I loved doing it and I loved being the one who could give such intense pleasure. Later, I was in the bedroom getting dressed when I heard her say, "I like to be the boy". She was in the bathroom twenty feet away and hadn't spoken a word but, somehow, I heard her thoughts. I froze for a second. Did I actually hear her say that? But then, I passed it off as just another freaky notion in my confused and twisted mind. A few minutes later, she hugged me and said, "I have to go to the office for an hour or so. Would you like to come with me?" "That could be interesting but are you sure you want me there with you?" "Why wouldn't I?" she asked with a laugh. "You said you wanted to know me better." "Well, I do but I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends." "Kimmy..., you're not going to embarrass me at all. Besides, you might like my business." "Okay, um, what kind of business is it?" "I'll show you. It'll be a surprise." When the valet brought my car around, Kari motioned me toward the driver's side and said, "Let's pick up my car, drop yours off and go to the office. And..., I'll let you drive today." At the end of the hotel driveway, I stopped. "Where am I going?" "Ha!" she laughed. "You don't remember how we got here from the hotel you're playing at?" "I was distracted last night." "So was I. Turn left." "You had a car last night?" "Uh-huh. But I wanted to be with you." I smiled and started down that twisting road to get her car, and what a car it was! "It's the black Mercedes SLR," she said to the valet when he took my car to the parking area. "Now where's that ticket," she muttered searching for the errant piece of paper. "Oooo, sometimes I hate purses! I know I've got it here somewhere." With a slight smile, the valet said, "No problem Ma'am, I know the car. Every valet here does. It's the only McLaren Roadster we've ever seen. Take your time finding the ticket and I'll bring it round." "McLaren..., I thought you said it was a Mercedes?" "It is. He was talking about the model. You don't know much about cars do you? Ah-ha!" she exclaimed holding up the ticket. "Some," I said wanting to sound not too dumb. "What's so special about a McLaren?" "Tell you what.... I'll let you drive it. Then you'll know. I was on a waiting list and it took over a year to have it delivered. It's a special version." "That sounds expensive!" "It was but it was a super special birthday present I bought myself. "Speaking of birthdays, would it be rude if I asked how old you are?" She laughed. "Ooooo..., aren't you supposed to never ask a lady her age?" "Oh ---- yeah ---- right..., sorry." "I just turned thirty. I hope that's not too old for you but..., well..., does that bother you?" "Absolutely not," I said as I stared into her eyes. "I don't care what the number is." She hugged me and said, "Thanks. You don't know how much better that makes me feel. Oh good, here comes my car now." She held the driver's door and motioned for me to get in but, when I sunk into that luxurious seat, my feet didn't reach the pedals. She bent over the door to put my hand on the seat buttons and I noticed the attendant standing behind her getting very excited. I wasn't sure what she had on under that short skirt but his pants were bulging and his face was getting red. With a kiss on my cheek, she whispered, "These should get you situated. Just put it wherever it's comfortable." Then she went round and got in the other side. Once I could reach the pedals and see out the mirrors, I leaned over and whispered, "You made me comfortable but the valet is probably going to have to take a short break. Do you always tease men like that?" "Only when I'm happy, come on, let's go." I barely touched the gas pedal and we took off like a shot. "Easy Kimmy, don't let her get away from you," she said with a laugh. "I told you it was special but you'll get used to it. I can tell. You, uh-hmm, drive very well." "Ha! Yeah, that was a really dumb comment I made last night, wasn't it." "It wasn't dumb. You were just nervous, almost as nervous as I was. Turn here." "You..., nervous..., I doubt that!" "Oh, I've just learned how to hide it a little better than you." I glanced at her, questioning that statement. "Don't believe me huh? You'll see." The car was a dream to drive and soon, we were back in the city. "Pull into the garage. The entrance is just there." She directed me to an oversized parking spot with a sign that said, Reserved - Euphoria - CEO. I tried to turn the engine off but couldn't figure out how. "Where's the key?" "No key, just push that button." We got out and I asked about locking it. "Don't worry," she said, "it'll do it all by itself." "Do you have the keys?" "No key, remember? Just this little control thingy here." She held out a small rectangular device. "If I walk away, the car locks itself and when I get close to it, it unlocks. Neat, huh...?" "Cool! What happens if you lose this little..., what is it, a remote control?" "Then I just make a phone call." "Wow, that's really cool. What a car!" "Told you you'd like it...!" We took an elevator to the top floor and got out in the lobby of a beautifully decorated and very expensive looking day spa for women. Gold backlit lettering on the wall above the receptionist's desk spelled out, "Euphoria" and several open doorways led to various facilities. While I gawked at the decor, the receptionist handed Kari several notes. "I have to make a few calls so, let's get you a tour." We walked down a hall to an office where a very attractive blonde woman looked up and said, "Hi Kari! What's up today?" "Hi Ginger, this is Kim. Would you give him a full tour while I try to catch up please?" She got up and shook my hand. "Sure, love to, pleasure to meet you Kim." Kari gave me a quick kiss, made a little purring sound and said, "I won't be long." "Well Kim," said Ginger, "I'm glad to meet the one person who made Kari take a little time off!" "Why..., is that unusual?" "It sure is! All she's done for the past few years is work. I don't think she's taken more than an hour for herself." Then she looked at me for a moment as if studying something. "Let me show you our spa Kim. It's pretty amazing!" We walked by a sign that said, "Enhancing the Feminine Side of Life," and past rooms equipped to deliver every imaginable kind of beauty treatment for women of all ages. "We make people beautiful," she said while pointing out various services. "And, we're medically certified." "Wow, great business, what does Kari do here? The sign said CEO on the parking space we pulled into." "Oh..., you don't know?" "No, she said it would be a surprise." "Ha! That's Kari all right, never bragging about anything. She owns this place and three others like it." "Owns it..., really? Wow, she never said!" "How do you feel about dating such a woman..., intimidating isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess so. I don't know anything at all about this kind of business. I'd probably sound like a real dodo if we ever talked about it." Ginger looked at me with a thoughtful expression and smiled. "Let's go back to my office and wait for Kari." I was still gawking at all the artwork and posters as we traversed the entire top floor and Ginger kept silent until we entered her private office. She closed the door and asked if I wanted something to drink. "Water if you have it," I said when I saw the fully stocked bar. "Kim," Ginger began after handing me a bottle, "Kari told me to tell you all about her but frankly, I'm hesitant. I've been protecting her for ten years and you seem so young. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?" "She told you to tell me about her?" "Um-hmm, but first ----" "Oh yeah, questions, sure, go ahead." "Everything we say in here is confidential so, tell me, do you think I'm attractive?" "Well, yeah, you're beautiful!" "Would you like to have sex with me?" That was a frequent question I got from the sorority girls but this time, my answer was totally different. "Look, you are beautiful, and if you had asked me two days ago, I would've jumped at the chance but not today." "Why not...? I'll turn on the privacy light and we won't be bothered." "It's not that. It's just..., I'm, uh, look, I'm just not interested in anyone else right now. And I thought you were Kari's friend!" "How do you feel about her?" "She's great!" "No..., I mean how do you feel? You just refused an opportunity that most men, or boys, would jump at so you must feel something!" "That's a little personal isn't it?" Ginger's face became expressionless as she stared at me, waiting. "How Kari and I feel about each other is...," I couldn't help but smile as I thought about her. "Well, that's between us. Besides, I've only known her since yesterday." "Did you have sex with her?" That brazen question shocked me. I stood up and blustered, "Okay, that's enough. I'm not going to sit here while you denigrate the girl I..., I mean, denigrate Kari." I started toward the door but Ginger said, "Stop, don't leave...! Sorry I started off so fast but she is my friend." It was then I noticed the diplomas hanging on the wall. 'Doctor of Psychiatry', said one and the rest were 'BA's, 'MBA's and 'Board Certified'. I stopped, put a hand on my mouth and turned toward her. "Oh boy..., was that sneaky! You were testing me weren't you?" She smiled. "Yes, but I had a good reason." "What..., did Kari ask you to find out if I was nuts or something?" "No. Come on Kim, sit down and I'll tell you everything. Okay...? Truce...?" "Okay, truce," I mumbled and, in a serious voice, Ginger began Kari's story. "When she was married, she suffered frequent severe beatings and eventually had to have major surgery. After she recovered, she went back to school to finish her graduate degree and dated a few guys but always felt inadequate and stayed pretty much alone. That's when I met her. She came to see me for therapy but, as I got to know her, she became my best friend." When she said best friend, my eyes widened. "Are you the one that ----" "Yes, I'm the first woman she ever had sex with." "Whew! Some therapy...!" "Not therapy Kim, I dropped her as a patient before that. I felt she needed something I couldn't give as a doctor so I did it as her friend. I know she told you so I'm not giving away any secrets." Talking to a psychiatrist about Kari was a bit overwhelming so I listened intently to every word. "I spoke with her on the phone this morning and she told me to tell you about her. She thinks you might hate her because she's not the average typical woman but, I get the idea that you're not the average typical boy either." "Did she tell you to psychoanalyze me too?" "No, that was my idea. She just wanted you to know about her so, if you left, she wouldn't have to face the rejection. Sorry, but I had to learn a little bit about you first. I still protect her and she is still my best friend." She went on to tell me how Kari had helped a doctor patent a new cosmetic procedure and used the money from licensing it to start Euphoria. Taking charge of her own life and helping other women became an obsession that occupied her every waking moment and, except for a few meaningless lesbian trysts, she rarely dated and felt empty, alone and unloved. "I know how that feels. It's horrible!" "I believe you do know," she said with her serious doctor expression, "and I think you and Kari have a great deal in common. By the way, do you have anyone special in your life?" "Me...? Ha! After my mother died, my father ignored me. I was never the football star he wanted and I don't think we've spoken ten words in the last ten years." "Any girlfriends...?" I smiled. "Right now, one...!" "What's she like?" I grinned and said, "You tell me!" Her serious expression broke into a laugh. "Ah, you got me. Of course, Kari...!" "So, when's she going to be done?" "Anxious to get out huh...? Okay, I'll call her." "No, no, don't disturb her if she's got things to do. I was just wondering." She took her hand off the phone and smiled. "And you're considerate too!" "I just..., she's probably busy and I don't want to interrupt her or be a burden." She put her elbows on the desk, her chin on her hands and said, "Have you ever heard about insecurity and low self esteem?" "Yeah, I've heard of it but I ----" Suddenly, her phone rang. "Oh I think so," I heard her say to the caller. "It went well! Sure, that'll be fine." Then she hung up. "Kim, I'd like to talk a little more when we have the chance. Are you up for it?" "Want to see if I'm crazy huh? Sure but I don't have the money to pay what you must charge." "Money's not a problem and I'm not the enemy. We'll set it up. Kari will let you know when. Okay?" Then she opened the door. A few seconds later, Kari came in. "So, how did the tour go?" she asked looking a little nervous. Then she looked at me with an even more nervous expression. "And..., you're still here...." I remembered what Ginger said about Kari not wanting to face rejection so I grabbed her hands and kissed her. "Yes, I am still here. Can I take you to dinner?" She glanced at Ginger who held out a 'thumbs-up' gesture and let out a long sigh of relief. "Absolutely, where would you like to go?" I got up on my tip-toes and whispered, "Anywhere as long as we can be together." Her face lit up. "Okay but I'm driving this time! Thanks Ginger. I appreciate it." I shook Ginger's hand and whispered, "Thanks from me too. I think Kari's got a good friend." She drove to a very expensive restaurant and I tried to sneak a look in my wallet as we were walking in but she caught me. "Don't worry about the bill. I've got it." "But ----" "Don't worry, I've got enough money." "Oh, yeah, Ginger told me. I guess you've got enough money for anything you want." "Does that bother you?" "Not really but I wanted to take you." "Money isn't everything!" "No, but it sure helps things a lot." "Kim, having enough money may make things easier but it doesn't fill the hole in your heart. Besides, it's no good unless you do something worthwhile with it." I took a deep breath and grinned. "Okay, I'm completely in your hands." After a delightful dinner, we went to the hotel where I was playing and later that night, I spent several more hours learning how to please the girl of my dreams. For me, the world had just become a much better place. Fear and Loving Her eyes fluttered open. Absolute blackness overwhelmed her sight, darkness so heavy it felt hard to breathe. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to focus them through the gloom. Slowly, soft torchlight illuminated brick-lined walls caked in filth, pitch black from years of use and neglect. Lines of rust-brown - blood no doubt - streaked the stones from floor to ceiling, highlighted in the soft flicker of the sconces that lined the walls. The walls were absent windows, leaving the air heavy and thick with moisture. The only entrance to the room was a heave wooden door as caked with blood as the stones. A heavy locking mechanism below the handle signaled that escape was futile. Where the hell was she?! Se tried to stand, to possibly escape this infernal room. She got not further than halfway up before being jerked back down to the grime-covered floor. Panicked, she whipped her head around to see that her hands and feet were bound with heavy chain, caked with rust and what looked like torn pieces of human flesh. She screamed, the high-pitched sound reverberating off the walls. She jerked wildly, trying in vain to free herself. "Ah. So the little human is finally awake." A deep voice resounded from outside the door. She stopped all movement. The heavy lock in the door clicked into motion, the heavy wood swinging wide. Light from the hallway flooded the room, causing her eyes to squint in pain. Two figures, their forms outlined by the blinding light, stood at the mouth of the door. "My lord, I present to you your new servant." The same deep voice echoed off the stones walls, booming around her in the small room. "A gift from the city of Azerinoth." "So they finally acquiesced, did they?" Another voice, this one like liquid chocolate, resounded from the taller of the two figures. It slid across the stone floor and wrapped around her skin, caressing her flesh through her fear. "I asked for a person of great importance as payment. What is she to these people?" "She is one of the priestesses of their temple." "Ahhhhh." The once sweet, silky voice took on a tone of unrivaled satisfaction. Whoever she was being sacrificed to, the notion of a priestess was clearly music to his ears. "A virgin, then. Excellent." The voice nearly hissed the last word. She flinched away from the voices, backing up to the cold, grime-ridden stone. The pieces fit in her mind now, completing the puzzle of her fate. Only demons, creatures of unrivaled malice and suffering, would have such a reaction towards a priestess. Her mind raced back to the previous months of turmoil and restlessness of her home. Azerinoth was a stronghold built high in the Lucratias mountains on the boundaries of Astheron and Nordicia, a fortress of unparalleled strength and fortitude. After decades of war and death, the people, weary and starving from sieges, abandoned the old gods of light and love and flocked to those known as the Lords of Blood. Demons born of a more ancient time and strength, the Blood Lords accepted the offer of protection in exchange for a yearly sacrifice of blood. In the years after the wars, temples were built and priests and priestesses were gathered to attend to the stones and blood offerings. For many decades, peace was found at Azerinoth, trade routs were built and wealth finally found the city. But the peace was short lived. The priests, lost in their new-found pride and greed, had declined to make a sacrifice to the old Lords of Blood, thinking foolishly that their faith and aged scrolls would keep away any form of destruction. The masters of the dark were quick to take notice of the absent offering, and quickly sent plagues of disease and death into the city walls. Desperate to appease the old lords, the people of Azerinoth rushed to the temples, pleading for leniency. The eldest and most powerful, Laron, demanded a gift of flesh as punishment for their pride. A pact was made with the priests of the temple: A young woman of Laron's choosing was to be taken to the very depths of the mountains, into the fire and rock where the old ones resided. She was to remain there as the demon's personal servant, immortal but forbidden to return to the surface. Doing so would bring back the plagues, and no sacrifice or plea would halt the destruction. In all her few years of service, Sarina had never entertained the idea of the old story actually being true, let alone being the one chosen to serve a demon as old as the mountains themselves. She tried to imagine how the priests could have possibly carried her down into this damned place without her knowing. She remembered eating dinner with her fellow worshipers, recalling that the wine in her goblet had tasted bitter. A small amount of Jimson weed would be enough to put her out for a few hours. More than enough time to carry her into this hell. The taller of the figures noticed her reaction and laughed, the sound dancing around the room, echoing in her ears. The sound of the shadow's beautiful laughter snapped her back into cold, dank reality . "It seems my guest does not like the idea of servitude." The figure turned to the smaller shadow. "Malnoch, you may leave. I wish to examine my new prize in peace." She could hear the smile in that beautiful voice, a fact that sent a shiver racing up her spine. The smaller shadow bowed. "Of course, sire." The taller shadow stepped into the room as the smaller figure pulled the heavy door shut. The sconces, which had before only flickered softly, now blazed to life, illuminating her and her captor completely. Standing just inside the room was a massive man, well over six feet tall. His skin was a deep crimson shade, with jet black markings that reminded her of the old-styled script written on the ancient scrolls scrawled over and around his form. Pitch-black wings, almost bat-like in form- stayed folded against his back, quivering in anticipation. Arms as thick as tree boughs and legs like marble columns connected to a solid trunk. Defined muscles in his chest and abdomen drew her eye before her gaze slipped lower. A think cock, well over a foot long and thick as a man's fist, hung between his powerful thighs. She blushed and quickly searched his form for something to draw her attention. She settled on tracing the striking lines of his face. The face of an angel, with a strong nose, full lips and a defined jaw line. Eyes like liquid silver bored into hers, causing her to look away out of fear of becoming lost in them. He strode over to where she lay curled up, stopping just inches from her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that her nightmare was really just a nightmare. "So this is the priestess that is to be my servant." He reached down with one massive hand and grasped the chain that bound her wrist, pulling her up off the cold floor. "Let's have a look at you, shall we?" He held her at arm's length. She hung there in his grasp, her feel still chained together. She dropped her gaze and stared at the filthy floor, refusing to make eye contact. "Hmmm." With a grunt, he raised her higher, looping the chain the bound her wrists over an unseen hook in he ceiling. Letting go, the demon stepped back and admired her nakedness. She bit her lip, holding back tears. He stepped closer, running his palms and fingers over her bare skin. His skin burned her own, the heat from his fingertips making her heart race. He circled her, speaking aloud his thoughts of her form. "Tall...A good figure...Hmmm...Long legs for one so young." He leaned forward, his mouth an inch from her ear. "I expect to have those wrapped around me tonight," he whispered. She shivered. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them. "Small, but well formed." He leaned forward and sniffed her skin. "Clean, at least." He lifted locks of her chestnut hair, stroking the strands between his fingers. He moved around her again, facing her. "Blue eyes. Rare...Good." He stepped back again. "Not bad for a virgin priestess." He reached up and lifted her, pulling her away from the ceiling and setting her back down on the floor. Her knees buckled and she collapsed from fear and confusion. The demon knelt on one knee and reached out, cupping her chin in his fingers, forcing her to acknowledge his presence. "A priestess from an accursed and prideful city, sacrificed by her own people out of guilt for their insubordination. Tell me, what name does their sacrifice carry?" She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "Sarina." He smiled. "Sarina. A beautiful name, fitting for one so young and virile. Tell me, child. You know me?" His voice, still intoxicating, made her dizzy. She nodded. "L-Laron," she whispered. The demon smiled. "Smart girl." He cocked his head to one side, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "You know why you are here?" She nodded again. "Good. Then we'll start immediately." He touched the chains the bound her feet and wrists, the heavy metal dissolving to ash on contact, and hauled her to her feet. "Stand up straight." She forced her weary body to straighten, her bones cracking in protest. She hung her head and stared at the floor. "You are to be my servant, you understand that?" She nodded, biting her lip. "That requires you a great amount of responsibility, my dear. You will clean, cook and run messages of my will to the priests that so kindly left you here. Anything I ask, it is your duty to make sure it happens. You understand this?" She nodded in response. His smile widened. "There is one part of the deal, however, that I'm sure the old priests declined to tell you. In addition to being my servant, your main duty is that of my mate: sharing my bed and bearing my children." His smile turned malicious again. "I am sure you and I will have many beautiful children, Sarina." She trembled. She'd never slept with a man before! She panicked out of fear that she would fail in her attempts to please him. What would happen to her then? Almost as if sensing her fear, Laron answered her inner questions. "Fear not, my dear. I will teach you everything I know about pleasure and the ways of the human form." Now his delicious voice had taken on a tone of malice, sending a shiver across her skin. "Yes, sir," she nodded in acceptance. True, the duty of childbirth had never been explained in the stories, but what choice did she have but do as he asked? If she tried to escape, she would destroy any chance of her people's survival. She looked around at the dank and sickening floor of her prison, hoping that this nightmare- what else could this be?- would simply fade away. "Master?" she asked, her voice quiet. "Where am I to sleep?" A wicked smile spread across Laron's face. "That, my dear, is the final and most important of your duties. As my mate, you will be my bed partner as well, satisfying my needs as well as serving my thoughts." "In fact..." Laron strode toward her, malicious intent in his silver eyes, "Why don't I initiate you now?" Too stunned to react, she stood completely still as Laron came closer, stopping just inches from her. He placed his massive hands on her slim shoulders and gently pushed her down. She acquiesced, dropping to her knees without a struggle. From where she knelt, she was eye level with his massive cock. She could now see all the fine details that accompanied it's size: the beautiful rust-red color, the same scrolling lines that covered his body, the thick veins that ran along the length. Massive as it was, Sarina couldn't help but think that it was a beautiful piece of flesh. She heard him laugh. "Is my servant pleased with what she sees?" "It's...very nice," she managed to choke out. "Good." He reached down and gently stroked her hair. "My poor cock seems to have lost some of it's luster. I can't possibly please you when it's in this state. Why don't you bring it back to life?" She inhaled sharply. He stroked her hair again. "It's all right, little one. Take your time. I don't expect you to be a master at pleasure. You are a priestess, after all." She took one last deep breath and swallowed. She looked at the massive bulk of flesh dangling limply in front of her. There was no way she could take it all in one go. If she tried, she'd lose the ability to breathe. Instead, she reached out and brushed her fingertips against it. The warm flesh rippled at her touch. She pulled back her hand quicker than a lightening strike, unsure of herself and the situation. Biting her lip, she looked up at her captor. Laron was looking down at her, a soft smile lighting his face. That gave her relief. At least he was patient. She steadied herself and returned her focus to the task at hand. She reached out again and stroked the flesh of his cock again, this time with a firmer touch. It twitched, the blood now pouring into the veins that covered it. Now sure of herself, Sarina gently wrapped her hand around the think base of his cock and slowly began to move her hand up and down its massive length. The more she stroked it, the thicker it became, until she almost couldn't grasp it. All the while, she could hear Laron's breathing become heavier. "Taste it, little one. See if my flavor is to your liking as well." His delicious voice broke the silence around them. She bit her lip, stalling for time. Laron laughed. "Don't be frightened of it. Mine is no poisonous snake waiting to bite you." She nodded and leaned in closer. His cock was now pointing skywards, her hand still slowly massaging the soft, warm flesh. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue along the underside of Laron's flesh, tasting sugarcane and campfire smoke. She reached the tip of his cock with her tongue and quickly pulled away, blushing furiously. Laron laughed again. "Well done. Now...let me see you pleasure yourself." She stopped stroking him and looked up in shock. His smile turned sly. "Come now. Even a priestess has to feel some longing for pleasure. You expect me to believe that you've never explored yourself before?" She dropped her head in defeat. He was right. There had been numerous times deep within the halls of the temples, when the lamps had been extinguished and the offerings put away, that she had tested her body's limits. Though technically still a virgin, she was by no means innocent or naive. Sighing quietly, she released the now erect cock and crawled to the nearest wall of the blood-stained room. She could feel Laron's eyes one her, taking in every move and breath. "Lean up against the wall, little one. Spread your legs so I may see how you please yourself." Shaking out of nervousness, she did as he asked. The grime-caked stones felt cool against her bare back, the floor smooth as she slid her feet apart. She heard a rustling and looked up the see Laron kneeling only inches away from her, resting his weight one knee. His gaze was unwavering, his smile triumphant. He didn't plan on missing an instant. Swallowing, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, tuning out the world. Slowly, she slid one hand down her belly, past the smooth mound between her thighs, into the dark depths where her most wicked fantasies lay. Her other hand teased and massaged her breast, tweaking the nipple only lightly. She'd never like pain, and she hoped that Laron would go easy on her. After what seemed like endless minutes of useless rubbing, Sarina finally found herself beginning to feel heat build in her core. In her mind, images of invisible men stroking and kissing her skin fueled the spark, gathering heat and power as she continued her touch. Her breathing became labored, the dark crevice between her thighs now soaked with fluid and aching with hunger. Sweat beaded on her skin and she bit back a moan. "Good girl. That's enough. I think you're ready for me." Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. Laron was still smiling at her, though the pupils of his silver eyes had almost doubled in size. She pulled her hands away from her aching body, the fire that she had started now spreading to her limbs. "On your knees, girl." She nodded, shifting so that she knelt on all fours, her head hung again in defeat. She jerked when she felt his hands on her hips, jerked again when she felt the engorged head of his cock pressing at the entrance to her body. Shaking, she inhaled slowly, letting out a long breath. One of Laron's fingers traced the line of her spine. "Easy, girl. I'll be gentle. I know priestess are not know for their sexual favors." She felt him ease his weight forward, felt the tip of his cock slowly spread the delicate labia. When he moved deeper, she bit her lip, her eyes welling up in pain. A virgin, her body wasn't even used to her own fingers, let alone this massive rod of flesh and heat. He moved slowly, inch by burning inch, stopping when she winced or whimpered. It seemed like hours ticked by before he was finally settled within her. Blood trickled down her thighs, her virgin opening no longer innocent. She bit back tears. If this is what it took to secure her home's safety, she would take the pain. Fingers stroked her back. "Sarina?" She inhaled sharply. "Sir?" "Good. You're still alive." She nodded. "Yes, sir." "Good." He shifted inside her, inhaling deeply. "Honey of the gods. Warm, aren't you?" When she shuddered, he chuckled. "Oh, the things I could do to you were you not so innocent." Slowly, he began to move. Her body, no longer innocent and prone to pain, now sent sparks of heat racing from her loins to her fingertips. Small electric shocks that stunned her senses and jolted her awake. She'd always imagined the first time as painful, but this...this was magic. Magic as old as the mountains and as powerful as lightening. She moaned, a soft sound of longing bordering on desperation. Laron laughed, the sound echoing off the stones. "Like what you feel?' She nodded, too ashamed of her pleasure to answer. "You'll have to use your words, girl." Defeated, she whispered, "Yes." Satisfies by her admission, Laron's thrusts became stronger, causing her to cry out in surprise. Bolts of lightening raced up her spine. Her mind spun, lost amidst mixed sensations of far too much and not nearly enough. Minutes passed slowly, time itself slowed down as they reveled in their mixed reactions. His rough growls of satisfaction mingling with her soft cries for more. That final thrust carried her over the razor-thin brink of sanity into the dark, hidden realms of her mind she'd never dared explore. Trapped within her mind-spinning orgasm, Sarina was vaguely aware of Laron, bellowing like an animal and spilling his seed inside her. Her limbs gave way, her body slowly collapsing to her floor, Laron's hands guiding her decent. The last drops of blood and semen trickled along her thighs as her breathing returned to semi-normal. Mother had lied to her. Nothing she'd ever been told about sex included this. Laron's fingers brushed strands of sweat-soaked hair from her cheek. "Well done, my sweet girl. I can tell you'll be quite an exciting bed partner when I'm through teaching you." Slipping his enormous hands under he slight frame, he hauled her into his arms, cradling her to his chest. A sense of calm crept over her, as if in the arms of the highest of the Blood Lords was the safest place imaginable. Laron carried her out of the vile room, the massive wooden door opening without command. Powers like that came naturally to an ancient demon. Still cradling her, he walked down a winding hallway lit with flaming statues of old demons and their prey, passing doors as massive and imposing as the one that had kept her caged. "Where are we going?" He voice was soft, thick with exhaustion. Her orgasm had drained every ounce of strength from her bones, making her extremely glad Laron was carrying her. Fear and Loving "To bed, my little one. I told you I would teach you everything I know. Why not start now?" The smile in his voice made her even more relaxed. She could stay here, oh yes. If this is what her life was to be about, a small amount of cooking and cleaning followed by mind-blowing sex, by the gods she'd take it head-on. As long as she didn't set fire to the kitchen or put something together upside-down , she'd manage just fine. She settled into her lover's arms. Lover. That word no longer frightened her. It excited her, thrilled her, pleased her. She closed her eyes as Laron continued to carry her down the long, winding hallway to places unknown. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice agreed. This wouldn't be so bad.