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Rebirth Ch. 01

By: loveteaser



NOTE: This story is just a prelude to other sexual encounters, people looking for a quick fix should look elsewhere.

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Dawn crept gradually upon her shoulders, the light filtering between the cracks of the curtains that were poorly drawn the night before. 

Ling was roused from her sleep, feeling tired and unhappy. The events of the night before came flashing back to her. She had been set up for a blind date by her over-bearing mum who was secretly worried that her 22 year old daughter was a lesbian.

Not that there was anything wrong with a being a homosexual these days, but her mum was being a hypocrite. She did not mind other people being a homosexual but not her daughter. 

Her mum had cause for worry though, as during the entire 22 years of Ling's life, she had not had any boyfriends or crushes that her mum knew of. Ling did not display any interest in the opposite sex and was overly careless with her appearance.

Little did her mum know, Ling was a normal 22 year old girl with normal feelings and emotions. As Ling gazed into the mirror, what she saw did little to abate how she felt about the events of last night. 

Staring back was a petite Chinese girl with shoulder length black hair that was carelessly bundled into two ugly plaits. The girl was dressed in an oversized lettuce green sleeping gown which hid the unsightly fats on her body in places she did not like. She went nearer and shuddered when she saw the many pimples that spotted on her face.

No wonder Ming shuddered as well when he saw the girl that was sitting across him last night. Ming was her mum's friend, Aunty Judy's son -- who had been arranged to be her blind date last night. Ling muttered secretly to herself: Ming himself was no prize either, short and chubby, with his geeky computer spectacles. How dare he!

The date has been short at best and she had hurried into her room that night, keen to avoid questions from her mum and fell into a fitful sleep. 

It has always been like this. She was no lesbian, but with the way she looked, there was no way she could attract anybody of the opposite sex to pay even a little interest in her. What inner beauty? Who could know more about her if they did not even want to get to know her a little better?

She wished she was prettier. She envied the girl next door, who was pretty and thin. At the very least, she wished that all these blasted pimples will disappear off her face! 

Sighing, she changed out of her sleeping gown and into an oversized sweater and short pants. Turning back to give one glance in the mirror before going downstairs for breakfast, she suddenly was shocked. 

All the pimples on her face were gone!! The skin on her face was as smooth and soft as a baby's bottom. Ling was indeed shocked. What had happened? Has God finally answered her prayers?

She fell into the chair nearby in shock. Then she suddenly remembered the dream she had last night. It couldn't be...right?

She had suddenly awakened in the middle of the night and saw that the window was wide open and moonlight was pouring in. That's weird, she thought, I definitely remembered closing the windows and drawing the curtains. 

Suddenly, she was seized by a lump of fear in her throat when she saw a dark shadow sitting at the far corner on her bed.

Ling scrambled as far as she can from the shadow and grabbed the table lamp, all poised to throw it if it threatened to hurt her. Then the shadow spoke.

"Do not fear, my child. I have come, because I saw deep in you, a potential to be all that you want to be. What you lack are the tools."

"What do you mean? Who are you?" whispered Ling in fear, clutching her gown tightly.

"Me? I'm the devil's advocate. Some might know me by the name of Succubus. I've come to see you, my child because I sense in you a potential power. I know all your desires and fears."

"What...what are you talking about?"

"You dream of being the most beautiful woman, of being an object of men's desire, to have all men lust after you. To be in control, to mesmerize and hold them under your spell. Am I right?"

"How...do you know?"

"I know everything, my dear child. Would you like your dreams to come true?" 

"What are you talking about...? They are only thoughts, impossible to come true..." Ling muttered.

"Little do you know. Tomorrow when you awaken, a new power shall awaken with you. It shall begin gradually, and it can only be amplified when the insatiable lust is satisfied" declared the Succubus, hiding a grin.

And thereafter, Ling knew nothing and fell into a fitful slumber.

She had brushed it off as a weird dream when she awoke this morning. It was a dream, wasn't it? Just a dream... It must be.

But how would she explain the sudden disappearance of the pimples? She looked into the mirror and touched the skin on her warily again, and oh my, it was so smooth and soft! 

Then she saw the Succubus' reflection appeared in the mirror and said: "How do like your new power? Bit by bit, you can be as beautiful as you want to be. The only thing I want in exchange is not your soul, but just that you spread lustful desire across the lands."

When Ling turned backwards, the shadow was gone. And from then on, she noticed that men were not repulsed when they saw her, instead they seemed to be attracted to her, like moth to a fire.

The next morning, she wished for her body to have voluptuous proportions while the next day, her long hair became raven black and silky smooth. 

It wasn't long before she looked like a sex goddess -- irresistible.

Ling was ready.

Rebirth Ch. 01



The average snow flake falls at 1.7 meters per second. 

Around Aiden, the crystals slowly fell. He wondered if they were as lonely as he was, a singularity surrounded by millions and millions yet so completely alone.

Pain tightened his chest, this pang fiercer than the last. Let me out!

The words echoed in his head like a wave of fire ants as the fiery bird screeched, his flight interrupted by the discomfort. Gravity pulled him toward the ground, the cold air making the flames surrounding him flare wildly. The ground only inches away, he caught himself and leveled off but not before the low hanging branches of the surrounding trees tore at his skin. The wounds closed as he ascended, the ache fading away. Breaking passed the barrier of the icy forest, the last rays of the setting sun momentarily blinded him.

The scene before him competed with some of the most beautiful he'd ever seen. The sun dipped into the valley between two snow-tipped mountains. Oranges and reds blended with violets, various shades of pinks and deep blues extended from the source of his powers. They stained the lazy clouds and bounced off the white landscape.

Ever vigilant, the bird scanned the land for any immediate threats, knowing he was susceptible to attack by those who knew he was at his weakest. He saw snow dwelling creatures scurry beneath the camouflage of the trees, burrowing into prepared holes. The vibrations of teeth on bones reached him and he identified the scent of a wolf scores of miles away, its heart beating with the exhilaration of a new catch. He was the apex predator here though.

He left yet another identity behind. Blending into the human world was becoming more and more difficult with every passing year. He found it increasingly difficult to hide the wildness in him but he played the elusive billionaire well. The author of several bestselling thriller novels, he went under the pseudo Aiden Rychel.

He staged his death five days before, a convenient vehicular accident over a Californian cliff into stormy waters that left his body unrecovered. The news spread like wildfire, the experts claiming drugs and alcohol attributing factors in his death. His true existence stemmed from something far more violent.

Born of fire, Aiden was the remnants of the sun god, Ra, the deity being once known for his unusual kindness to the humanity. Most gods saw man as nothing more than an amusing diversion but Ra took particular liking to the species. He resided alongside them too long ago for the history books to remember, openly opposing his immortal kin when their safety was questioned. Most gods feared Ra's fiery wrath and ignored the earthly realm and its dealings.

Peace resided on the blue and green sphere for a time but was not destined to last forever.

Ra took his most formidable solider as his lover but Landra soon grew resentful of Ra's love for the humans she considered far beneath them. Craving his love for herself she plotted the demise of the weaker species but was caught by the male whose heart she wished to enslave. Lenient to his former lover, Ra forwent the most lethal punishment and cursed her to a thousand lifetimes of confinement within the sun's core but Landra could not be contained. Her hatred and need for revenge grew until the golden orb was poisoned by the negativity and lost its shine.

The world plunged into darkness. The earth was ravaged by the elements in response to her anger, lightening licking the ground, floods sweeping away settlements, fires destroying the woodlands. Left no other choice Ra sought to slay her but Landra made a fearsome adversary. The core of evil that was slowly infection man fed her power and the two fought many, many battles.

Knowing Landra needed to be defeated once and for all, Ra entered into an unsteady alliance with the ruler of the underworld to leash the demented force. The world was bathed with light once more and as was his part of the deal, Ra's body burst into flames and his essence was consumed by the sun. The phoenix rose from Ra's ashes, a fiery protector of humanity, his love just as true.

As was his duty, the fire bird kept kept unseen threats at bay, swiftly and lethally dealing with any enemy bold enough to confront him head on. He fought beside man and taught him how to defend himself, how to hunt and stalk his prey. But man turned on his teacher, wanting the gifts the phoenix possessed, craving the immortality that came with spilling the creature's blood and the healing power of his tears. Using the skills the bird taught him, man hunted the symbol of life after death and Aiden was forced to retreat to the darkness to protect those who betrayed him.

Humanity pushed the limits of Aiden's patience, poisoning his affection. Wars raged. Mortals, so indifferent to their short lifespan, tortured and killed with so little provocation. Children died of hunger as kings carelessly threw bread into the trash. Man took the gifts of his mother, earth, and treated them so callously, giving the grieving planet less and less respect with every generation. Unable to interfere with inter-human matters, he realized humanity had to fall to rise above his pettiness. All he could do was sit back and watch.

And watch.

So many years went by. Century after century of nothingness, of waiting for that elusive something that taunted him. Millennia after millennia, he felt his soul reach increasingly for the comfort of darkness. With no other of his species to provide company, he grew increasingly weary. He was tired of knowing tomorrow would come and dreading the event. Tired of watching the self-destruction of the species he once loved with every fiber of his being. Tired of waking up to an empty bed with only the nameless faces of strangers to fill his night.

He was not normally one to give into melancholy or reminisce on the past but knowing his time was near brought emotions better left buried to the surface. Soon he will return to his place of birth, a forgotten tomb deep within the earth where his body will be consumed by fire. With death comes life and from the ashes he will be renewed stronger, faster and wiser than before. This rebirth every thousand years ensured his immortality.

But it also ensured his rebirth to this loneliness, into a despair that ran so deep into every single molecule that his body cried from it. Every thousand years, he woke up to a crueler world that had no place for a nomadic bird believed to be myth. He was a symbol of hope, of life but he felt dead inside. As time stretched, he feared that he too would become infected by the evil that was engulfing the people on this third rock from the sun. He feared that his compassion would wither away, leaving only the bitterness that was crippling his soul.

The powerful phoenix flapped his wings of fire, snowflakes subliming into steam around his flaming body. He had to find her, his salvation. The promise of light to his darkness. His true mate.

For his perseverance, his maker ensured him the one who would complement him perfectly, who would complete him. All he had to do was find her. Easier said than done on a planet with billions of females. It was promised that he would instantly know her, that he would feel their souls join. She would become his center in that one second of soul recognition. In all the years he roamed the earth, he had never known such a feeling. He had felt lust, infatuation, even the beginnings of love but never that all-consuming need to have one particular woman.

The effort for maintaining his flight was suddenly too much. He closed his eyes against the picturesque sunset and let himself fall. The cold friction pulled at his golden feathers and burned his skin. Branches tore at him as he got closer to the ground. He landed hard, the snow bellowing to form a crater around his body. Shifting to his human form, buried within his battling subconscious, he allowed himself a temporary escape.

****

Mac got off the bus and started in the direction of her apartment, which was only five minutes away. The moon peeked over the cover of large, dark cumulous clouds but not even the gloomy weather dampened her good mood. She got an offer for not one but four of her paintings today and straying off the course her parents set for her was finally paying off.

The slight skip in her step faltered as she neared her building and realized that it became unnaturally quiet; no insects chirped, no wind blew, not even the distance sound of a car. Glancing behind her, the sight of an approaching male figure sent panic through her. She picked up the pace as a feeling of inevitable doom made her heart race.

She broke into a run when his steps escalated to match hers. A glance behind her showed that he was gaining on her, seemingly teleporting closer and closer. Frantically, she searched for assistance. The street was empty.

She opened her mouth to scream and hard, merciless hands grabbed her, smoldering her cry. The strength was suddenly sapped from her limbs and darkness clouded her vision but not before a familiar pair of brown eyes met hers with gleeful malice.

****

Mackenzie Blackhorn gasped as she fought to escape the emotional confines of her afternoon nap. Heart pounding, tears stung her eyes as she tried to breathe through the pain the recurring nightmare awakened, memories assaulting her unprotected mind.

Born to middle aged parents who were the definition of control freaks, university had been her first real taste of freedom. Relishing her new found independence, she finally pursued her true passion, art. Her parents had blown a casket when she abandoned her degree in Business Management. Cut off from the family funds, she worked two jobs to support herself, selling some of her pieces online and painting in her spare time. Two years later she got her big break when a popular gallery bought some of her work.

And then it happened.

On route to her apartment, she had been kidnapped and for five days and nights, her abductor methodically broke her body and spirit. He never penetrated her body but loved to watch her suffer, masturbating to her cries of pain. Years after her rescue teeth marks, small, strategically placed cuts and flogging scars marred her body. Her self-esteem was just as scarred, his verbal abuse as damaging as the physical maltreatment. She had never been a size zero but she had been comfortable with herself. With that twist of fate he made her ashamed of her body, made her hate every single line and curve. In a shootout with the police, her molester lost his life but the damage had already been done when the authorities found her chained to the wall one hour outside of her downtown Chicago apartment.

The most horrible part was that she had known her attacker. He'd been a regular at the bar where she worked as a waitress. Sharing a few greetings and casual smiles, she never realized his obsession with her. Later she learned that he was a notorious serial killer with a grudge against the female gender, Grayson McDonald.

Being reunited with her family brought little relief. Panic attacks assaulted her almost daily in the beginning. Her parents tried their best to console her but they did not understand. No one did. Not the counselors or the detectives and certainly not the media.

It all became too much.

She could not take the nightmares anymore. She could not handle the fear, the panic, the cloud of shame that followed her. Awake or asleep she still felt his dirty, cruel hands on her. Even in death, he haunted her. And she had wanted, needed, it all to end. So she got in her car and drove it off a bridge.

Her suicide attempt had been a failure and she spent almost a month in the hospital. Adding to her unstable condition, she was left barren, killing the dream of a family of her own.

Her survival had been a miracle. That's what the doctors said. Resentful, angry, hurt, her opinion had been quite different. Needing reprieve, she isolated herself after her release. Using her small savings, she escaped to the Montana Mountains to lick her wounds without the pitying stares of relatives and friends.

Five years later, the carefree budding artist on her way to big things and bigger places was gone. She was replaced by a woman with so many phobias it's a wonder she still functioned. Every sound was a potential stalker lurking in the shadows. Every man looked like him, smelled like him. Any room less than four hundred square feet was a potential prison. Everyone and everything felt like a threat.

She pushed the blankets aside, their weight causing feelings of claustrophobia. Trading the large shirt she slept in for jeans, a sweater and heavy socks, she went downstairs where she adjusted the still kindling fire. In the bathroom, she washed her face hoping the cold water would wash away the last vestige of the nightmare.

In the kitchen she considered preparing herself a meal but despite the ache in her tummy, her throat closed up at the thought of food.

She paced, a restlessness that she had not felt for a long time assaulting her. Off to the right, she entered her art studio. With a tall ceiling and a décor that that matched the rest of her home, the workspace was an artist's dream, her supplies neatly stacked and categorized. The propped canvas stood in the center, pieces she felt too personal to share framed and hanging on the walls.

The hobby began when her eccentric aunt bought her the art supplies for her twelfth birthday. Her parents frowned upon the activity, calling it a waste of time best spent studying. She never quite lived up to her parents' expectations. While they did not voice their disappointment, it was there in the way they looked at her, spoke to her, acted around her. Her art offered an escape when the pressure of being their idea of the perfect daughter weighed too much.

Her painting became her escape after the attack as well, frequently streaked with dark tones unlike her previous work. Ironically it was after her kidnap, her career as an artist really took off, demand for her work skyrocketing.

She picked up her brush and studied the bare canvas. The creativity that flowed in her isolation had been gone for the last few weeks. The anger and hurt that drove her to paint day and night had settled into dull, deep ache that made her want to curl up into a ball. The feeling of restlessness grew.

Needing fresh air, Mackenzie left the room, closing the door behind her. Donning a heavy coat and the rest of her snow accessories, she stepped out into the winter's dusk.

The cabin sat on thirteen acres of secluded land and had been in her mother's side of the family for generations but remained forgotten until Mac made use of it. Her upgrades included indoor plumbing, her art studio and a small generator she kept in the shed behind the cabin. She used it to power the refrigerator she kept in the same location, her laptop and the cell phone she kept in case of emergencies.

She drew in a deep breath, pulling in the scent of fresh, clean mountain air, pine and something else she could not identify, and let the picturesque twilight scene sooth her. The snow was coming down heavily, covering the surrounding trees. Their branches bowed below the fluffy white blanket. Cold wind blasted against her cheeks, whistling a mournful yet meaningful song. The demons inhabiting her mind quieted just enough for her to enjoy the peace of the moment.

It was moments like this that made her cherish the life that still burned in her blood and happy that her attempt to throw it away failed.

The only thing that kept this moment from being perfect was the persistent loneliness that always crept up on her unawares. Despite the horrors of her past her heart still refused to give up on the dream of finding the man of her dreams, the one that soothed her wounded heart, heated her body, sheltered her in his strong arms and completed her soul.

She almost laughed at her silly musings. What sane man would take on the huge baggage she carried? More importantly, would she ever find the courage to let any man attempt to get close to her heart, to her body?

Maybe one day, she thought. While she could barely stand the thought of being close to a strange man, the panic attacks that paralyzed her in the first year after the incident died into something more manageable. Maybe in a few more years, she would rejoin the world she left behind and give love a try.

She moved off the small porch and was about to explore the surrounding yard when the magnificent sight stopped her in her tracks. A small deer came out of the trees and walked across the snowy ground. The animal cocked its head to the side and caught her stare. Its ears twitched and she almost laughed in delight.

With a sudden movement, it bounded away with stealthy hops and a scurry of strong legs, disappearing behind the shed.

That was her only warning before a flaming red ball trekked across the sky, disturbing the air and unsettling the built up snow. The trees swayed in protest as her hair blew around her face. A squawk sounded, soon to be drowned out by the sound of the impact with the ground.

She almost ran back into the cabin, already taking two steps in that direction. But curiosity kept her from retreating. The inquisitiveness that rivaled a cat's always got her into sticky situations in her former life. That and a sense that she had to see what it was.

Gathering her courage she inched forward, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Passed the outline of the trees she made out the figure of whatever it was, snow already covering it. It looked suspiciously human and she trembled harder, berating herself for not getting a weapon first. "Come on, Mac. You can do this."

Her little pep talk did not make it any easier to trudge the rest of the way. Stepping into the crater, she hesitantly knelt. It was human and naked.

A pulse check made her sigh in relief. She quickly removed her coat and brushing the snow away, she got it around the person as best as she could. She tried to ignore the fact that it was clearly male. Her hands shook harder and it had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with terror and uncertainty.

She would have to let this stranger who fell from the sky, this nude male who was larger than the man who destroyed her world into her refuge. She was miles away from her nearest neighbor. No one would hear her scream. If he decided to kill her no one would find her body for weeks, for months even.

At the notion of being at another man's mercy she thought, I can't do this.

Standing, she paced away from the body. Throwing her head to the sky and squeezing her eyes shut, she fought back the onslaught of tears. A few deep breaths later, she glanced back at him. Snow already covered her coat and was burying the man beneath. She definitely did not want him in the one place she felt safe but she could not just leave him to the mercy of the elements. If he did not freeze to death, the wild animals would get him.

She stalked back to him with determined steps, biting her lip to keep her focused and not melt into a ball of jumpy nerves. Her decision made, she sent a silent prayer, hoping that this was not a mistake.

****

The trip to the cabin felt like an hour journey as she pulled the man through the thick inches of snow. His large body was dead weight and she was only five foot four inches of plump female. But finally she got him through the door and next to the couch. There was no way she could lift him onto it, her arms and legs aching enough as it was.

Rushing back, she pushed the door close, seeing the last rays of the day fade into night. The wind picked up and the snow was building up, dashing away any thoughts of driving him down the mountain by the morning. The thought did not sit well as her heart picked up a speedy pump and a jagged rock came to rest in her stomach.




Rebirth Ch. 01



Resigned, she flung her gloves and cap away before rushing back to his side, dismayed to find blood on his right arm. Closer examination showed a gush slowly oozing the red liquid but he appeared unharmed otherwise, his pulse still steady.

She added a few logs to the fireplace. A hurried trip to the bedroom produced extra blankets and a first aid kit. Immediately she went back to her guest and removed her chilled coat, very careful to keep her gaze above his neck. She grabbed some of the blankets and wrapped him up, tucking the edges. His skin was surprisingly warm to the touch and he was not shivering. She, on the other hand, could hardly grab the cloth with her hands shaking so badly, the tips blue.

A hastily bandaged arm later, she looked down at her patient, really seeing him for the first time. His long hair was wet and fell carelessly around his face, touching his corded shoulders. His closed eyes were covered by a pair of nicely arched eyebrows and thick, long lashes, his face completed with a strong nose and pink lips that should have been blue.

She touched them.

They were warm and soft. She continued to look at him. There was something about him that fascinated her and she could not draw her gaze or her hand away. Her heart now boomed for an entirely different reason, the rock in her stomach turned to the flutter of butterfly wings. Tracing the outline of his lips, her fingers trailed over his healthily glowing cheek, then his slightly crooked nose and his eyebrows. 

He seemed oddly familiar though she knew she never met him before. Even unconscious he had a presence that she would have remembered, the contour of his face catching her artist's eye. She would love to capture his essence in paint, to preserve that bold maleness that was not diminished by his state of unconsciousness.

A slow ache bloomed low in her belly. It was an ache she had not felt in more than five years. After her attack, even the idea of sex made her nauseated. She certainly had not felt any attraction to anyone since then.

But now, her sex was swollen and dripping in rapid readiness. Her nipples pulled tight by the cold, tightened further and the urge to rip the heavy material of her clothing away from the aching tips was unthinkably strong. Her heartbeat escalated and her lungs demanded more oxygen. She bit her lip against the urge to lean over and touch them to his.

Alarmed and dismayed at her shameless reaction she recoiled away from him, horror and dread descending over her. Her chest rose and fell as she scanned him to figure out what made her react this strongly to a man she had not officially met.

A man she feared.

It could not be his handsomeness. She had seen several handsome men and never felt desire claw through her insides that way. Maybe it was because she isolated herself for so long and denied herself even the touch of her own hand.

Her eyes were once away drawn to his lips and unbridled an image of him kissing his way down her body flashed through her head. She could almost feel them on her skin. Her breathing hitched and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Nerves endings fired impulses wildly making her feel fevered and out of control.

She jumped to her feet and retreated to her bedroom, not able to get away fast enough.

Sitting on her bed she fought the impulse to run back to his side. Even now she could still smell him, a slightly peanuty smell with no hint of aftershave.

She loved peanuts.

Would he taste that way too? She bet he would and her tongue tingled visualizing him exploding on her tongue as she...

Realizing the direction of her thoughts, she took a deep breath, squirming where she sat. Raking a hand through her hair, she saw how badly it shook. Was she finally losing her mind? Her mother told her she would every time they spoke on the phone. That seemed the only viable explanation.

She just needed to survive the night, she told herself, and everything would return to normal. Soon she would drive him down to safety or better yet he could make an exit as dramatic as his entrance and simple disappear.

She had to be crazy for taking the fact that he fell from the sky in a fiery ball so well.

She took another deep breath and stood. Peeling away her wet clothes, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror that was braced against the wall. She looked exactly liked she felt. Horny and on the verge of a meltdown.

Her heart was beating so hard, so fast, that the skin visibly jumped at her neck. Tongue swiping over her dry lips, she studied her refection. Her jeans were still caught around her ankles, the sweater on the floor beside her. The simple design of her peach colored bra and panties stood out against her pale skin, molding her curves. The cotton material gently abraded her nipples with every exhale.

She cupped a globe and lightly pinched. Her mouth opened on a sharp inhalation as she hardly controlled the urge to moan.

Following the path of her softly rounded tummy, she molded her sex through the barrier with her other hand. Moist heat dampened her fingers. Bringing her fingertips to her nose, she closed her eyes and savored her musky perfume before her hand descended to her wet sex once more.

Lowering the cup over her right breast, she rolled the tip. Her breast flushed pink, nearly matching the color of her underwear. Her fantasy took off as she imagined the captivating stranger whispering his naughty intentions in her ear, his hands molding her fresh until she was putty in his arms.

Her clit burned, the ache so strong she cried out softly, her mind swamped by lust. Dipping her fingers below the waistband, the first touch to the throbbing nub made her knees buckle. The pain to her knees was dismissed as she rubbed at her wet nether lips. Dipping into her creamed well, she circled the demanding bud in tight bands. She imagined the lips she touched not too long ago closing over the distended tips of her nipples and her womb clenched.

Her cheeks were red with color, the pupils of her eyes dilating over the brown lens. She bit her lip to contain her cries and was not entirely successful. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as her back arched, her fingers moving faster and faster, her hips straining harder and harder. In her mind's eye he licked at her creaming pussy like a hungry cat, his fingers sinking deep.

Colors exploded and blurred her vision as climax turned her limbs to mush.She braced herself on the floor to keep from falling, certain she had never experience anything as powerful.

Mocking brown eyes flashed through her mind and destroyed the temporary bliss of her orgasm. She remembered the way Grayson used the reactions of her body to taunt and shame her. Had all the deprecating remarks he said been true? Was her true nature that one of a harlot like he said? She was masturbating, her libido pushed to the brink as she pictured the face of a man she claimed to fear only a few feet away. What else could be said of her behavior?

Shame filling her, she turned away from her reflection. A quick search of the drawers and she hastily donned fresh panties, uncaring that they did not match her bra, another pair of jeans and a sweater. Replacing her socks, she avoided looking at her image in the mirror and returned to her patient on stiff legs.

Looking down at him she was once against struck by that pang of recognition and her body's reaction was no different. Her pussy clenched despite the heaviness of her thoughts, her earlier orgasm not easing the pressure. Fighting the unreasonable consequence of his close proximity, she got him a pillow and gently placed it below his head.

Her clumsy attempt at a bandage was becoming undone and she decided to replace it. First aid kit next to her, she knelt by him. She peeled the bandage away and gasped.

There was no sign of the wound.

Carefully she touched the area to find nothing but warm, smooth, unmarred skin. A sound came from his lips.

Without thought she flew across the room until the wall stopped her, chilling fear gripping her bones. Quickly turning back, she saw that he was still asleep. She slumped against the wall, hyperventilating. Sinking to the floor, she buried her head between her knees.

The first tear fell onto the hand weaved rug. Then another and another until harsh sobs were forced from her throat.

****

The sound of sobs pricked Aiden's ears and instantly he was awake. He opened his eyes and watched the heaving shoulders of the crying woman through his lashes. Like she felt his stare, she looked up. There was a desolation in her eyes that reached for the loneliness in his soul and they connected, instantly, hotly.

One heartbeat boomed as time lay suspended.

Two.

Then three.

His heart swelled with immediate recognition. A very primal part of him reared its head and howled a possessive claim.

Mine.

Everything in him reacted as a brutal wave of arousal washed over him. On the heels of the sexual impatience, anger festered, hot and menacing. Who dare place that look of defeat on his woman's face? Violence swirled beneath his skin, craving to be unleashed.

She shrank further against the wall and she begged, "Please, don't hurt me."

Carefully he sat up, not wanting to frighten her further. Fighting to bring his emotions under control, he tucked the blanket around his hips. "I'm not going to hurt you, love. Please, don't be afraid."

She continued to shake and buried her head between her knees once more. Unsure how to deal with the situation he stayed still but minutes ticked by and she maintained her fearful position.

Slowly he stood. Adjusting his makeshift clothing, he was careful not to make any sudden movements but still she stiffened. He slowly crossed to her and sat a few feet away.

"Hi. I'm Aiden. Thank you for rescuing me," he said as she looked at him through her softly curling hair. He offered a smile but it felt alien on his lips. He could not remember the last time he did the action sincerely.

She opened her mouth as if to reply but a devastated look pooled in her eyes and as quick as a frightened deer, she bolted up the stairs. 



Rebirth Ch. 02



Ling's bedroom window was just directly opposite the neighbor's son's window and she had noticed him sneaking glances at her when she moved around the room in her bra and panties. He had never even given her a second glance before until the transformation that overtook her a few days ago.

A demon called Succubus had appeared in her dream last week and told her that he was going to give her power to transform her then ugly self into a sex goddess. He had told her that currently her power was still small, and will only increase when she started spreading the lust around. 

She had then slowly changed herself from a plain chubby Chinese girl into a sexy lady that attracted the leering and stares of all the opposite sex in her presence.

Ling was standing in her front of her mirror in her tiny silver bikini admiring herself when she noticed the neighbor's son gawking at her from behind. 

Sure that he was admiring her tight cute ass, she pretended to be unaware and started adjusting the silver thong, pulling it up and down until yanking it high and letting disappear in her butt cracks.

Then standing to the side as to admire her side profile while sneaking a glance at the neighbor's son, she could see him lapping up the sight of her hungrily. 

She then proceeded on to adjust the strings of her tiny bikini, so small that it only consisted of tiny strings and small triangles covering the more delicious parts of her anatomy. She pulled and tugged at the tiny triangles while at times cupping her tits, providing with him a great view of her cleavage.

After that, her fingers wandered to the other small triangle covering her pussy, tugging as well, and realized it was so tight that her camel toe could be clearly seen. 

She sneaked another glance at the neighbor's son and saw that a bulge was appearing in front of his pants and he was trying to stroke it unconsciously.

This turned her on greatly and she decided that today will be the day she embark on the first of her lustful adventures. Her parents were out of the country, having decided to take a small holiday together.

He is indeed a great specimen, tall with dark hair and large broad shoulders. The strong aura of vitality around his person certainly encouraged her. The Succubus had told her, to increase her power, she needed to have sex with men of great vitality, as they are the ones who can help her.

Well let the games begin then, she thought!

After all the tugging and pulling, she decided to look up and pretended to gasp when seeing him.

"Oh! I didn't know you were there! I'm sorry if I've offended you in anyway."

"Oh...not at all, not at all. It was my pleasure."

I bet it was, she thought, grinning cheekily. "Oh, that's good then. Well, I will leave you then, I shall go catch some sunrays now."

Turning around, she bent down to pick up the bottle of suntanning lotion on the floor, giving him a perfect view of her smooth round ass before swaying downstairs to the garden outside.

Laying down on the deck chair outside and slipping on her sunglasses, she wondered how long it will be before he bites the bait she had laid out so enticingly.

Before she could count to ten, she heard the doorbell rang and she thought to herself, ah ha, gotcha!

She went to open the gate and saw him standing outside.

"Oh hi, it's you again. What's up? Come to catch some rays as well?" she said, with a bright smile.

"Hi..." he flushed slightly before continuing: "Well, I'm not sure if you knew, but your parents used to hire me to do some gardening. And I saw how the lawn needs to be mowed so thought I will do it now since I'm free. Do you think that's alright? I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Oh I see. Sure go ahead. I'm Ling by the way. Hope I'm not in your way, suntanning out here."

"Name's Kai. And no worries, go ahead. Always a pleasure to have a lady around" he gave a charming little smile, while his dark hair flopped sexily onto his forehead.

She then settled back onto her chair, while ogling his hard body under her sunglasses. His strong arms should feel good around my sexy body, she thought, with a grin.

As the sunrays were beating down unmercifully, he decided to take off his shirt before he started mowing, while apologizing to her for any indecency.

"No no, go on. You have a nice body, it would be a pity to let it go to waste" she teased.

"Funny, I could say the same thing of you" he said, grinning. The games were underway; both of them could feel the sexual undercurrent flowing beneath.

She admired how his broad shoulders tapered out to sexy muscled arms. And he had a wonderful six packs! Who would have known, she licked her lips hungrily.

She started by meticulously applying the suntanning lotion on her arms and legs sexily. She could he was enjoying it immensely by the gradually increasing bulge in his pants.

Deciding he needed more urging, she turned on her back and tried her best to lather the lotion on her back, but finding it hard to reach.

She turned her head and said to Kai: "Hey... I was wondering, if you could help me with applying the lotion on my back?"

Kai had a surprised look on his face but complied willingly. He started applying the lotion on her shoulders, giving her a nice massage on the way. 

She then asked him to loosen the strings on the bikini top, while asking him that weren't tan lines nasty things? He agreed enthusiastically and was quick to loosen the strings, letting them both flop to the sides, revealing the sides of her creamy breasts.

Emboldened, he massaged the lotion down to where the thong started and enquired enthusiastically that she would not want a tan line on her bottom as well?

Smiling to herself, she nodded and he untied the string with a quick flick, revealing a tight naked butt. He proceeded to massage her cute ass with vigor, caressing and squeezing it for all his worth.

After he was done almost oiling every inch of her back, she said "You are really good with your hands, Kai. I was wondering, perhaps you could do the front again as well?"

"Oh! Definitely my pleasure, my lady" accidentally brushing his hard on against her thighs, giving her a thrill of pleasure.

She turned back to the front, careful to not let her bikini slipped off the delicious parts, just yet.

He then continued on his nice relaxing massage, all the way down to her tits. Feeling bold, he grabbed the tiny bikini top and flipped it casually on the grass. 

His eyes almost popped out at the perfect tits that were staring at him. Round creamy 36Cs, topped with large protruding pink nipples.

"Oh my! Kai... what are you doing?"

"Well, you don't want to get tan lines in front as well, right baby?"

"Hmm" she murmured pleasantly, then purred in his ear "well, then make sure you don't missed out any parts then..."

With renewed vigor at the encouragement, he used his big strong arms to caress both tits gently, while applying the lotion. Her lovely firm tits glistened in the sun with the lotion.

Circling the nipples at the areolae, he suddenly pinched her nipples, causing them to stiffen even more and invoking an involuntary moan from her lips while whispering: "you have the most beautiful pair of tits I have even seen, baby... and looks like your nipples are sensitive as well."

Trying to control the urge in her groin, she said: "That's not the most sensitive part yet, baby"

"Let's find out, shall we?" he said, slipping his fingers down to the belly button then down to tiny silver triangle that was hiding what he was looking forward to the most.

Flinging off the little piece of cloth, he was greeted with the sight of her pink shaven pussy, with an engorged wet clit. He was surprised to see she was still a virgin.

"Somebody is turned on, isn't she? Little sexy virgin slut" he said, while playing with her clitoris with well-practiced maneuvers. Touching the area around her pussy elicited a gasp of pleasure from her.

After a few pleasurable moans had escaped her lips, she stopped him and said: "My my, who would have known, you are very good with your hands. I was thinking, it isn't fair that I'm the only one who is naked here."

Without another word, he slipped off his pants and his six inch erect dick sprang to attention.

"That looks nice" she murmured dazedly, "come here dear, maybe I should give you a massage as well, and that looks like it need some love"

Kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with a submissive yet sexy look, she started to caress his hard dick and then stroked it up and down. He started to moan. 

Deciding he needed more love, she continued stroking the shaft while licking the sensitive part of his dick. His moans became decidedly louder.

Encouraged, she then used her whole mouth to swallow all six inches of his dick, almost gagging but continued sucking it up and down, while using her fingers to caress and cup his balls. Kai looked like he was in seventh heaven.

After she felt that he was near to cumming, she abruptly stopped her sucking and licking, and said in his ear: "that was nice, wasn't it, dear? My wet pussy needs some love as well. I was wondering if you could help me out with that nice hard dick of yours?"

His eyes wild with desire, he held her close to him then threw her onto the deck chair. A lovely helpless sex goddess, he thought.

With pleading eyes, she said: "Please be kind to me... I'm still a virgin."

He walked towards the chair, leaned forward and with some slow yet deep thrusts, eased his hard dick inside her wet wet pussy. 

This was amazing, he thought, while slowly rocking hard and down. Her moans of pleasure urged him on and he quickened his strokes, pounding her pussy hard.

"You like it, don't you, slut!! Your pussy is so damn tight! Scream for me! Cum for me!"

"YESSS! Fuck me, baby! FUCKKK ME!"

With all the sexual foreplay building up, it was no surprise that soon he screamed: "Fuck, I'm cumming!!!" he screamed, spurting all his seed into her tight pussy. And she came at the same time as well, squirming uncontrollably while waves of pleasure washed over her.

Both collapsed into a heap of sweaty bodies. He was decidedly spent, but when Ling looked at him, she saw that his aura of vitality had dimmed and the light in his eyes were replaced with something like that looked like animal horniness.

Smiling to herself, she walked back into the house naked. 

Well, looks like the fun has just begun!



Rebirth Ch. 02



Mackenzie took one step, then another as she descended the stairs. The seconds ticked by as she tried to calm her racing heart. She spent the night huddled against the bed's headboard. Scissors in hand, she knew, just knew he would attack her soon. Her paranoia was only made worse by the constant arousal that plagued her. 

She questioned her sanity time and time again, not sure if she longed to kick him out or throw her body at his mercy. Her panties soaked, she fell asleep at some undetermined time. She woke up to be immediately assaulted by the same dizzying emotions. Longing for her previous calm, she was determined to reclaim her haven. 

Questioning her decision to leave her impromptu weapon behind, she risked a glance at him. Elusive rays of the sun came through the window forming a golden aura around him. He was watching her, gaze steady and searching, and so blue she could drown in it. Her heart tripled its already frantic pace as fear and a blast of staggering arousal made her swallow the lump in her throat. 

Without conscious thought she was back up the stairs, her back against the headboard, hands wrapped around her knees. Her fingers captured the nearby scissors and gripped it tight as she fought the onslaught of tears. Her eyes burned with the effort but she willed the drops away as she tried to keep fear from engulfing her mind.

Stop being a coward, she admonished herself. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have by now and she knew her sorry excuse of a weapon would not stop him. 

Maybe he wants to toy with me first, came the unbridled thought but unexpectedly, she remembered his blue eyes and knew he was blunt in his approach. If he chose to hurt her, it would be quick and merciless. She was not sure if that thought was comforting or not. 

Uncurling from her position, she tried breathing the tension away. He was not Grayson. Not every man sought to hurt and humiliate her. Determined to stop acting the silly ninny, she chanted the words over and over again until she almost believed them. 

Unfortunately her thoughts shifted to the way he looked reclined on her tiny couch, so male, so alive, the vibrant energy swirling around him. The blanket modestly covering below his waist, his chest looked even more magnificent in daylight. His facial features were more defined, not pretty but striking. Clenching her teeth, she steered away from that mental path as well.

Kicking off the bed, she frantically searched the drawers for something that would fit him. She could not be in the same space with him knowing he wore nothing. In frustration, pieces of clothing flew through the air to land on the bed in an untidy heap. She uttered a triumphant "Aha" under her breath when she found a pair of gray sweats. She looked at them critically. They were an old pair and loose around her waist but would probably fit him. She rifled around again for a shirt but nothing looked big enough to cover the width of his shoulders or expanse his chest.

A look out the window showed that the snow had not let up from the night before, ensuring that she was left with her unexpected house guest. Taking a deep breath she once again embarked on her journey down the stairs. She took one step and saw that she still held the scissors. Hand shaking, she placed it back on the bedside table. Giving it one last glance she rushed down the stairs before she lost her nerve.

"Here," she said, not glancing at him and thrust the sweats in his generally direction, making sure there was no contact. She heard him get off the couch and the rustle of material as she closed the door to the bathroom.

She took care of business, brushed her teeth and washed her face in record time. Determined not to give into the onslaught of confusing emotions, she went into the kitchen. Still not glancing in his direction, she gathered the ingredients and started breakfast on the propane fueled stove. 

****

"I'm Mac. Mackenzie."

Aiden looked up from the magazine he was pretending to read, realizing belatedly that it was upside down. He still sat on the couch, decent for the pair of too short sweats. His core temperate was not affected by the environment so he was nice and toasty despite the weather, although he kept the fire burning to ensure she was comfortable. 

She stood in the kitchen, hands wrapped defensively around her waist, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black sweater that showed off the curves of her hips and breasts in the most enticing way, a fact he was sure she was oblivious to. White socks with tiny red hearts encased her small feet. The light coming in through the window spoke of late morning time and bounced off hair the color of wheat, the slightly wavy strands touching her chin. Bangs gently swept her brow, overshadowing eyes a surprising shade of milk chocolate. Her cheeks were flushed pink around full kissable lips.

Late into the night he tried to figure out the best course of action to take with this woman who had obviously been hurt and decided space was best. Allowing her to get used to his presence was one of the hardest things he'd ever down, the last few hours pushing the limits of self-control. She was very uneasy with his presence but the smell of her excited pussy ensured a sleepless night. The strength of her desire was a pliable thing, calling to the wildness in him. He took comfort in the fact that he was not the only one affected by the unmistakable bond between them. He was grateful that the heavy snow fall spoke to her good nature and kept her from kicking him out.

These were the first words she spoke to him and he was glad she gave up trying to pretend he did not exist, not liking the sensation of his woman ignoring him. He smiled, this one feeling more natural. "Nice to meet you, Mac. Thank you for dragging my sorry carcass in here."

As if searching his words for hidden traps, she hugged herself tighter, not answering right away. "You're welcome, Aiden." 

Taking a deep breath, avoiding direct eye contact, she continued, "I'm sorry I've been such a terrible host. I made breakfast if you'd like something to eat."

Unable to remember the last time he ate, the delicious smell teased him from the moment she began the meal preparation. "I would love some."

A few minutes later, he sat on the couch and she opposite him, near the fireplace. 

"This is delicious," he said, hoping to break the silence and distract himself from the way light from the fire shined off her skin, making her appear all the more precious. The heat intensified her scent and as delicious as the meal was it was not what made his mouth water.

Focusing on her meal with almost superhuman tenacity, she made an indiscernible sound he assumed was an expression of gratitude. She smoothed her hair behind her ear, a gesture he found unconsciously sexy. There was nothing better than a woman unaware of just how appealing she was. 

The sound of the crackling fire rose to fill the silence. 

A few more minutes went by before she suddenly blurted out, "You fell from the sky." 

She continued to look down at her food. He was unsure how to approach her statement so he settled for a simple, "Yes.".

Silence again reigned, punctuated by the sound of utensils hitting the ceramic. Carefully she set her fork aside and looked up, meeting his gaze, fearful yet determined. He almost smiled. His mate possessed a deep set courage that even her trepidation could not mask. "Who are you? What are you?"

He saw no point in lying to her. The sooner she accepted him as he was, the sooner he could claim her.

****

They finished their meal in silence, his explanation hanging between them. He insisted on helping with the dishes. She was sure her horror at the suggestion showed and if he still did not get a clue, the way she stuttered, "No, please, you, I, you don't have to do that," should have made it clear but he followed her none the less. By his determined stare she saw that he was not returning to his seat. So telling herself to be brave, she swallowed loudly and using stored purified snow water, she filled two basins and they began the chore.

She passed him a rounded dish. He rinsed the plate, his large, darkly tanned hands looking incapable of handling the delicate dish without smashing it to smithereens yet it made it to the plastic dish rack unscathed. Handing him another plate, she watched the handsome stranger who claimed to be the mythological fire bird beneath her lashes.

A phoenix.

The phoenix.

So far she came to the conclusion that he was either a mad man or he was telling the truth. The evidence thus far did not show he had any loose marbles, unlike herself. If he was a mad man, he appeared to be a kind one, not mentioning her weird behavior so far or giving her the stare people reserved for individuals who belonged in an asylum, straitjacket not optional. 

Whatever Aiden was, he set her body ablaze like no other before him. His hair was a thing of beauty. Like a lion's mane, it was a vibrant mixture of colors; reds, browns and yellows with a subtle hint of black. It moved like a live fire around his face and shoulders. Dry, it fell just passed his shoulders. Whenever his eyes touched her, fire raced along her skin only to pool in places that craved the welcoming touch of a man. This man.

His chin had a stubborn tilt to it. It was covered by a sexy stubble that formed during the night. She wondered more than once what it would feel like on her skin. Rough and prickly? Or smooth and silky?

She was currently preoccupied by the hairless slab of male perfection that masqueraded as a chest. Muscles were perfectly carved beneath skin that shone with health. His neck and shoulders flowed effortlessly into hard pecs, tiny nipples surrounded by dark brown areolas, and washboard abs. 

He was so... large. He was very careful to appear unthreatening and she could laugh at the irony. Danger clung to him like a second skin and despite her trepidation she felt oddly protected as they stood side by side in the small space. 

Hard as she found it to believe, she forgot she was supposed to be scared sometimes, the arousal that thrummed through her veins so overpowering that her mind was nearly consumed with it. Every second in his presence only made the sweet hurt burn brighter and hotter.

His hands moved and mesmerized her with the way his long fingers gently rinsed off the ceramic. Would he make love to a woman the same way, slow and tender? Or with the wild savagery that surrounded him? 

Shocked by her thoughts, she still could not stop her eyes from perusing the length of his arms, the broad width of his shoulders and stacked chest. Her tongue felt swollen and heavy with the need to taste the golden skin. Powerful muscles pressed against the snug pants but it was the way material tented with the insistent demand of his erection that made her catch her breath, her mouth forming a shocked 'O'.

Her gaze jumped to his and she felt liquid, ready to melt from the heat that resided there. Time slowed to a crawl and she was conscious of the fact that the distance between their lips was closing rather fast. She licked her lips, torn between terror and equally strong, no, stronger arousal. Instinct told her to run from such a large, domineering specimen but her pussy dripped and pulsed with the need to rub up against his solid form.

Their lips touched. Just that and an explosion rocked through her. She whimpered as she slumped against him, the tremors rolling through her like giant tsunami waves, light flashing behind her tightly closed eyelids. 

He breathed a rough sound over her lips and they parted, her tongue meeting his half way and tangled. She pressed her achy chest against his and his hands settled on her hips, pulling her onto his sizeable manhood. 

Yes, her body cried. This was what she needed.

The sound of shattering glass broke the spell. 

Snapping out of her lust-induced haze, she realized that she dropped a plate. As skittish as a mouse in a cat's presence, she jumped back and hissed with the prick of pain. His arms came around her and she slapped at them, mortification filling her cheeks. 

What must he think of her? Between the way she acted the previous night and morning and climaxing with so little provocation, she was surprised he did not brave the cold weather rather than endure her company one second longer. She almost ran but stopped herself at the last minute. She was tired of running. 

Needing to occupy her hands, she dropped to the floor only to come face to face with his monster of an erection. She dropped her gaze quickly to the floor, the white pieces blurring as tears suddenly filled her vision. She reached for a broken piece but stopped cold at the sound of her name ringing with absolute authority. Slowly she looked up, catching another glance at the bulge in his pants despite trying not to. She shrank back from the force of his stare, a wounded sound escaping her throat.

"Don't look at me like that," he snarled. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He moved with a speed that was staggering and had her in his arms in less than the blink of an eye. She squeaked in alarm, her heart going into hyper drive, tremors shaking her. She placed her hands on his arms intending to push him away but her nails sank into his skin instead. "What are you doing? Let me go," she squeaked.

She hated that her voice trembled. Hated that her body tingled everywhere he touched and ached where he did not.

"You don't have any shoes. I don't want you to injure yourself." 

"You don't have shoes on either," she pointed out, her voice settling into a more normal pitch.

"I think I can handle it," he said and neatly skirted the disaster on the kitchen floor with a long stride.

Irritation gripped her and she felt it pull at her brow. "And I couldn't?"

He placed her on the couch and stood, towering over her. 

Fear pulsed. 

The toxic emotion suddenly infuriated her and she embraced the surge of anger, the heat from it welcomed after so long feeling nothing but cold dread. 

Aiden got the first aid kit. "I did not say that. Where I come from, a man takes care of a woman."

Her eyebrow rose. "You have some nerve. Who gave you the idea that I need to be taken care of? I am sick and tired of everyone trying to coddle me. I am not some fragile piece of china just waiting to break at the slightest wind." 

Her anger spiked thinking about the way she cowered at the slightest sound encouraging pitying actions of those around her.

"Mac, that's not what I meant." He placed his hand on her ankle and she knocked it off. 

"I am so out of here." He pushed her back onto the couch as she tried to rise, insisting that he care for her foot. She seethed as he removed the small piece of glass, dabbing the wound with antiseptic. As soon as he was done she pushed passed him with more force than necessary. Donning her jacket, boots and gloves, she stepped out into the cold morning and slammed the door behind her.

****

Kitchen floor cleaned and dishes done, Aiden watched Mackenzie through the window. A few meters away she paced with a restless, angry stride. Snow drops clung to her hair and clothes making her look like a snow nymph, mysterious and able to bring any male to his knees with little more than a look and a crook of her fingers.

Life vibrated off of her.

It was there in the unconscious sensuality with which she moved, in the way her eyes sparkled when she let go of her fear. Even now the memory of the way that internal fire lit her eyes, remarkably lightening their warm brown color to a rich reddish amber shade made his gut tighten. That same fire extended to the way she kissed. 

At the first touch of their lips, sparks flew and feeling, hearing, seeing, smelling her climax was hands down the best moment of his life and left him craving more. 

She was not meant to be isolated from the rest of the world. Her energy was meant to be appreciated and celebrated. She still grieved whatever made her fearful of his presence. That much was clear. The first explanation he came up with was that she may have been abused by a former lover but there was no scent of another male on her body, only fresh mountain and woman. He'd even vouched to say that she was without a lover for quite some time, the thought soothing the ire he felt at the idea of her with another man.

Was she on the run? What could make her leave the rest of the world behind like this? What put the sadness in her eyes? No explanation was forthcoming and anger made him clench his fist against the need to smash something. He hated this feeling of helplessness. He was a person of action and without facts there was nothing he could do. The temperature in the room rose with his temper and he concentrated on keeping his breathing even.

This situation required a delicate touch, something he was not known for. He never romanced women. They took from him, his money, his influence, and he took from them, a temporary body to fill his lonely bed. When the arrangement was no longer convenient for either party they parted ways, no muss, no fuss.

He always desired more but with every pretty face that took interest in him, he dismissed each and every one as not the one. They never fit. Their smiles too fake, their attitudes too cold, their bodies too enhanced. The list grew longer and longer until he realized that he was comparing them to some faceless woman who haunted his dreams and made his heart cry in yearning. He thought that cry would never be answered.

Until Mac. 

There was no doubt in his mind that they were meant to be together and there was nothing he would not do to ensure they became one. 

So how did he bind her to him with so little time between them? How did he convince her he was the man she needed for the rest of her life when there was so much she did not know about him?

Well, there was no way he could accomplish anything with this distance between them. That was for certain. His mind made up, he was out the door without a second thought.

****

Mac heard the door open and close. She continued pacing, a rage as she had never known eating away at her inside. Her hands were clenching rhythmically and she knew only the barrier of the gloves prevented her from damaging her palms. As it was, her joints felt stiff as if one wrong move would make her fall apart.

She speared him a glance to find him approaching her with a determined look. 

"My God, aren't you cold?" His chest remained uncovered and his feet bare but he did not appear affected by the cold, not one shiver racking his body as the white flakes caressed his half-dressed figure. For some reason that raised her ire. She was freezing her ass off and snow landed on him only to melt away into nothing. If steam started rising off him she swear she'd scream. "You know what? Never mind." 

"What do you want?" she growled when he stopped only a few feet away, saying nothing and watching her every movement like hawk. 

"It helps to talk about it," he said when the silence stretched again.

How many times had she heard that line?

Far too many.

The power of his searching gaze was too much and she stared at a spot just over his shoulder. She was not ready to let this pillar of strength how weak she was, just how finely a man far lesser than he controlled her and smashed everything she thought she knew about herself. "Don't act like you know me, Aiden." 

He seemed deep in thought before saying, "Maybe not but I know fear, Mackenzie. I know helplessness. I know the desire to crawl away and never see the light of day again."

She snorted, the sound not very feminine. "What would someone like you know about feeling helpless? Come on, look at you. You're the great phoenix. I doubt anyone is stupid enough to try messing with you."




Rebirth Ch. 02



"Physical strength does not exempt anyone from feeling weak." She could not imagine him anything less than intimidating but there was a truth in his voice that made her look at him more closely. "Come back inside. Please, it's way too cold for you," he added when she continued to look over him.

She was cold, her hair damp against her neck but she felt rebellious, something she had not experienced since opposing her parents. The defiant streak combined with her anger and she snared, "Taking care of me again, Aiden? 

Surprise briefly scored his features before a shutter closed off his emotions. She turned away and looked into the surrounding forest, tears pushing to be let free again but she defeated the urge. 

A gust blew through, swaying the trees to the left before they snapped back to the center to do a merry dance. It became still once more but for the willowy pirouette of the falling snow and her anger drained into nothing but a shameful chill as she acknowledged that her anger was directed at herself. 

Suddenly her retreat felt very cowardly, like she gave up a life so many fought to have, all because she was afraid to face the past. The rush of emotion Aiden's presence brought made her realize just how dead she'd been inside, burying unresolved feelings, just as she'd done her entirely life.

Merely existing was far from living. Being alone in these mountains for so long had shown her the difference. For the first time in five years, she felt like more than just a shadow of her former self, more than just an empty existence. She felt connected to another being. A spark of life heated her cells and she felt rejuvenated. 

"I'm sorry. I should not have taken my anger out on you," she said, throwing a glance his way. "I'm not normally like this. At least not before..." she trailed off.

He acknowledged her apology with a nod. "We all have our moments."

A companionable silence fell as they both looked into the wintery scene again. Shifting slightly she watched him from the corner of her eyes. He looked into the trees as well but instinct told her he was as aware of her as she was of him. 

With an enthusiasm she thought lost to her, she wanted to get to know him better. She wanted to know what made him different from everyone else. Well, apart from the obvious. There was a singularity that surrounded him like an invisible wall, making her wonder at his life. It seemed a very solitary way of being and that called to her. She understood loneliness, feeling like a tiny island in a vast ocean.

"You must be very lonely." Her words clearly startled him. She startled herself with her forwardness. 

He caught her gaze, the intensity making her breath come a little faster. "Why would you say that?" 

"I image you don't have many friends." What possessed her to say something like that? She scrambled to cover her careless words. "What I mean is, you probably don't tell many people about what you are. It must be hard living in the shadows." She cringed internally. That sounded worse. "Oh no, I-" She trailed off before she dug a bigger hole for herself.

He did not answer but continued to look at her with a steady gaze that gave nothing of his thoughts away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried." She dropped her gaze and pulled at a thread that was sticking out of her jeans.

"Not many people would look at my existence that way. Most people think it's a novelty, a privilege." She looked up at his statement and his gaze was keen as ever. "In the beginning I did very much enjoy being humanity's protector but things have changed. I've changed. Humanity's changed." He sighed wearily and admitted, "While I may not be very happy with the way things have turned out, I would not give it up. We don't all get to choose our destiny. We can only make the best of the path we're given." 

"Yes," she agreed. His words made her withdrawal seem all the more craven. His isolation was not of his choosing. Unlike her own. 

"But it's not all bad. I get to impress the ladies with all my pretty feathers," he said, breaking into her depressing thoughts. A smile stretched his lips and by all that made the world go 'round, it was devastating. It softened the hardness that was part of him and made him look more approachable, sexier. She answered with one of her own. Satisfaction, and something else, heated his gaze. "You have a beautiful smile, Mac."

Just that easily the light camaraderie transformed into something hotter. She licked her lips nervously and uttered a soft, "Thank you."

He followed the gesture with a predatory gleam. The arousal that flowed in a slow, deep ache suddenly flared out of control. His nostril flared and like a wild animal he sniffed the air. "You smell divine," he growled and with a blink he was a fraction of an inch away. 

Before she could react, he pulled her forward and pressed his lips against hers. She froze as shock gripped her, but not for long as his tongue gently licked the seam of her lips and all thought of resisting dissolved. She sighed as heat speared through her, molten and all-consuming.

Her eyes fluttered shut as he licked at her quaking lips again. He did not rush, did not press for a deeper contact. Giving into the sensation she allowed lips to hesitantly close over his lower one. She did it again as her fingers tangled in his hair, the gloves preventing the contact she desired. He allowed her to explore, to familiarize herself with his taste, the firm texture of his upper lip contrasting with the surprising softness of the lower edge.

It was a chaste kiss. There was no tongue on tongue action just a simple touching of lips yet she squirmed as her clit burned for harder, more intimate contact. Remembering the incident in the kitchen, she pushed at his chest weakly and he let go instantly. Slowly her eyes opened to stared up into his glowing eyes. He took a step back, his breathing was as labored as hers, the air around him heated, and unbelievable steam did come off him. 

She nearly giggled but sobered instantly. Men like him did not go for women like her. She swallowed. "I don't need your pity."

His grabbed her wrist and placed it over his over his swollen length. "I have been aching for you from the moment I laid eyes on you. You are beautiful, sexy as hell and it is all I can do not to strip your body bare and sink into you as deep as I can get."

He fairly growled at her, his features hardening, his eyes perusing her length in her fashion that made her feel nude. That he could feel the same way that she did, even a fraction of it, was astonishing. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

She cleared her throat, a nervous action she could not prevent.

"You have to stop that unless you're ready for the consequences."

Stop what? Oh...

Her fingers were squeezing and releasing him rhythmically.

"Oh God, sorry. I'm sorry." She felt color explode on her cheeks as she snatched her hand away, looking straight ahead only to be confronted with the perfection of his chest.

He chuckled and the sounded washed over her, deep and rough, like the man himself. "No need to apologize. Let's go in. You're too tempting out here."

"I'm just standing here."

"Exactly."

****

The hours since they kissed went by like a blur yet infinitely slow. They shared lunch at turns sharing light conversation or lapsing into companionable silence and once again shared the chore of cleaning up.

She learned he had a deadpan sense of humor and he even managed to catch her unawares again, tempting a smile out of her. How could he make her laugh when her body dripped with cream at every move he made, when she practically panted with anticipation at hearing his deep vibrating baritone? There was nothing normal about her reactions to him yet she was beginning to... like them. What was it about him that made her forget the past so completely that the reserves she built around herself crumbled so effortlessly? That she wanted them too?

Her fingers moved, the sound of pencil on paper interrupting the peaceful quiet. Her hair fell into her eyes and she pushed it back impatiently. They were now occupying the living area, him on the couch and she opposite him on the floor, back resting on the wall, pillow protecting her skin. Journal in hand she sketched the line of Aiden's body. She tried to concentrate on her task but found herself studying him in a way that had to do with desire just as much as art. He did not seemed surprised that she was an artist, and agreed to let her sketch him in exchange for a tour of her studio. She remembered the way he studied the pieces, giving each a thorough examination. He'd turned to her and said, "These are beautiful, Mac. You're very talented."

She'd released the breath she did not realize she was holding and smiled, not realizing just how important his approval was to her. A warm spot had bloomed in her heart. She'd uttered an embarrassed, "Thank you," and hustled him out of the studio after which he upheld his part of their bargain without protesting.

He was gazing into the fireplace, looking like a big cat lazing in the sun with deceptive stillness. Twilight colors once again lit the sky and brought home the fact that she only knew him for twenty-four hours yet whenever their eyes met it felt like forever. 

Bold strokes carved the line of his jaw, pride and confidence clearly identifiable. Covered in flittering shadows produced by the fireplace, the focus of Mac's art jumped off the paper. Her hand hovered over the face of her subject, his eyes calling to her. Sadness resided there. So did a wildness that made her heart triple its pace and twist a strange warmth low in her belly. The dark sensuality of her creation drew her like a moth to a flame, the compulsion to do... something about the figurative blues in his eyes frightening with its intensity. 

"Tell me more about you."

She looked up at his unexpected words, her fingers pausing, her mind pushed out of the emotion-laced creative haze. "What do you mean?" she asked, placing the drawing aside, grateful for the distraction.

"Is it done?" He gestured at her journal.

"Mostly."

"Can I see?

She passed him the bound book. Just as before, he examined the work carefully. He looked up slowly and caught her gaze before she could escape. "Is this how you see me?"

"I, uh, well yes."

He looked back at the drawing. "It's magnificent. Thank you, Mac."

"For?"

"For seeing something I thought I'd lost," he answered cryptically, his Adam's apple bobbing but his expression was clear when he looked up once more, passing her the sketch. She looked down at it, trying to decipher what affected him so deeply but no hint was forthcoming.

Placing the book on the rocking chair, she intended to question him but before she could, he repeated, "Tell me more about Mac, artiste extraordinaire. I want to know you better."

She stared at him, wanting to probe at the trace of vulnerability she saw in his expression but let it go, allowing him his secrets just as he allowed her hers. "Why?" she asked. "I assure you, I'm not very interesting. Besides I've already told you everything there's to know."

"That can't be all. Humor me."

"Born to middle aged parents. Only child. Always wanted to be an artist. That's about it."

He gave an exasperated sigh. "Okay, since you're going to make this difficult, what's your favorite color?" He leaned forward, his attention completely focused and Mac could not help but wonder if he brought that same concentration into the bedroom.

Hopefully controlling the blush she felt blooming, she answered, "It depends."

"Really? On what?"

"The day, my mood. Most days it's red though."

"Bold color. Very telling." His gaze swept over her in a speculative manner that did not help the direction of her thoughts.

"What's yours?" she asked avoiding where that statement was headed.

He scratched his chin. "Well, I never thought I had one until today. It's brown."

"Brown?" she quizzed doubtfully. That was hardly the typically answer to that question.

He looked into her eyes and she drowned in the heat she saw reflected in his. "Definitely brown," he answered mysteriously and she got the feeling that she missed something. He broke the spell. "Favorite food."

That was an easy one. "Anything with chocolate."

There was a hint of a smile dancing on his lips. "Typical."

She stuck her tongue out, surprising herself with the carefree action. "Don't be a jerk."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay. Mine's Twinkies."

"And you're judging me? Unbelievable!"

He shrugged, clearly not offended. This set the tone for the rest of their conversation. He became increasingly animated. As his inhibition fell away, she felt like she caught a glimpse of something special, something hidden from the rest of the world. Night removed the last rays of the sun and the soft light of candles and lamps danced on the walls. They got up to prepare a snack, their bodies brushing occasionally in a way that she was not entirely sure was accidental but she did not protest. It felt too good.

They were back in their former positions, wolfing down sandwiches. He confided his former career at her prompting. She read a few of his titles despite the genre not being her usually, a romance girl to the core. He was very good at what he did, his story-telling making the scenes appear so likely in a real life situation that she had nightmares after her first read, searching the shadows for hidden villains. This was post-Grayson days, of course.

"What type of car did you drive?" she asked, swallowing the last of her sandwich.

He gave her a look. "What?" she asked.

"I tell you I was a famous author and you want to know what kind of car I drove?" Incredulity rang in his tone.

"Well, what did you expect me to ask?"

"The size of my bank account, who I know, where I've been, ask for a favor." He shrugged when he finished, his thoughts suddenly closed off from her. He placed his sandwich back on his plate and reached for his milk.

The cynicism she'd suspected lying around reared its head and she wondered if he realized how much he just revealed about himself. She felt sorry that he felt used in that way. "Not everyone's like that, Aiden. Maybe you've been hanging around the wrong people."

He gave her statement some thought and finally said, "I guess I have been."

"So answer my question," she impelled, drinking the last of her cinnamon tea.

He named a model that made her eyes bulge. She did not know much about cars but even she knew what an expensive price tag that model carried. "What? It's a very sensible car," he supplied at her look.

"You call that a sensible car?" Her incredulity was clear.

"Yes," he answered immediately. "Besides, what does my car have to with this?"

"You can tell a lot about a person by the car he drives." She supplied, placing her cup next to her empty plate.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"And what does mine say about me?"

She answered instantly. "You're competitive, a risk taker, you like to play hard, work hard and have expensive taste."

She raised an eyebrow in his direction, daring him contradict her. He conceded with a smiling nod. "What else?"

"You like women."

He laughed, as if he could not help himself, the shadows gone from his eyes. "Well, that's a given but how does my car say that?" 

"Don't tell me you didn't pick out that car not knowing the female attention it would attract."

"Hmm, okay. I'll give you that. What else?"

"Well, most men with such expensive cars are compensating for... you know what." She could not believe she just said that especially since she knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. Her skin still tingled remembering the feel of him against her.

"Mac, are you saying I have a small dick?"

She spattered, "I did not say that."

"Not directly but that's basically what that meant."

"I repeat. That's hardly what I said but if the shoe fits..." Not knowing what possessed her mouth, Mac trailed off only to giggle. The sound popped free again as he mocked scowled at her.

"Maybe I'll have you judge for yourself." His voice dropped an octave and her giggle stuck in her throat, her sex fluttering. He did not move but his aura took on a predatory stance that made her feel surrounded. 

Flustered, she hurried to add, "That's hardly necessary." Her body protested those words, more than happy at the chance to see him in all his naked splendor again.

"Of course it is," he rebuffed. "I can't let this disturbing news get around. I have a reputation to uphold."

The thought of him with another woman sent a surge of jealousy through her. She pushed it down. She had no claim on this man. 

Not yet. 

She was startled at her own rapacious thought. She was not an aggressive woman when it came to sex. Then again, she'd never felt this way. Trying for a casual attitude, she replied, "You have nothing to worry about. I won't breathe a word to anyone."

"Never the less, seeing is believing."

She laughed. A throw your head back chuckle. 

"Oh, stop it," she hiccupped, her eyes meeting his once more. "You have no idea how corny you sound. Besides, you have nothing to prove to little ol' me."

"See, Mac, that's where you're wrong. Any man worth his salt would never want a woman as beautiful as you questioning the size of his equipment. Especially when that equipment is damn near poking a hole through these pants every time I look at you."

She watched the words roll off his tongue and her heart raced at the compliment, her blood heating as her overactive imagination took flight. It was an effort not to glance down in search of proof of his words. She laughed again to cover her embarrassment and asked, "How did the conversation take this turn?"

"You called me a shrimp dick."

She nearly swallowed her tongue, covering her mouth with her hand to keep the laughter in. "I did not."

"Oh, yes you did. You wound me deeply, Mac."

Shaking her head, she said, "I'm sure you'll get over it."

He was off the couch in a movement that was as graceful as it was speedy. On all fours he approached her in a way that could only be described as stalking. Like a jungle cat, muscles popped and bunched as his shoulders moved, light glittering off his golden skin. She was mesmerized until she saw the mischievous look in his eyes and with a squeak, she tried to scramble away. He caught her easily. Her shout of laughter bounced off the walls, his fingers finding her tickle spots with cunning accuracy. They tumbled around before she landed on top. Well, more like he let her. Giggling, she pushed her hair way from her face.

He pulled her into a loose hug, their legs tangled. Pressed against her, his body infused hers with a protective cocoon of heat. Her laughter faded away and her arms crept up his sides on their own accord to clutch at his hard biceps. She inhaled his fresh scent as his heart beat steadily and vibrated through her chest. His erection prodded her tummy and she swallowed, suddenly very conscious of their position. 

She froze, expecting fear to engulf her. It never came and she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of knowing a man desired her and not freaking out. It was a novel experience.

Time fell away as his finger touched her chin and urged her head up. Her eyes fluttered open. His gaze captured hers and the heat she spotted there had her straining to get closer. His hips rotated and hers followed the tantalizing movement.

"I need to kiss you, Mac. Please say yes." 

His request came out as a growl, one the vibrated just the right cord in her. Large hands cruised her back before grabbing her behind and pressing her harder onto his straining cock. She whimpered. He was so big. Her nipples beaded and the material of her sweater abraded the achy knobs.




Rebirth Ch. 02



"Yes," she sighed.

Their mouths were a fraction of an inch apart as they simply breathed each other in. The intensity of the moment was breathtaking, building and building until it reached a zenith, his lips fitting perfectly over hers. She trembled in his arms, clinging to his strong arms.

The sweet, slow kiss crescendoed into something far more heated, far more carnal in seconds as their tongues tangled and curled, sipping sounds interrupting their harsh breathing. His fingers twisted in her hair and angled her head, his possession absolutely as she moved to the tune he played. 

Their lips parted only to go back into for a quick biting taste. Never so bold she caught his lower lip between her teeth, pulling on the abused flesh, sucking it. His groan of pleasure encouraged her as his hips jerked in a seemingly involuntary action.  

Growing bolder, her short nails raked his chest, her thumbs rasping his nipples, feeling the hard points grow even harder. Her nipples ached for the same treatment and she rubbed them against him, somehow making the ache worse. On a harsh inhale, Aiden pulled his lips away, his eyes scorching her. "Fuck, you're hot. Sweeter than I ever believed possible." 

So said, he licked at her lips. He teased her, moving his lips away and bypassed hers, trailing over her cheeks, jawline, neck, his warm breath teasing her as she arched to grant him greater access. She placed her knees on either side of his hips, the sweet pain of her clit rubbing against her clothing, against him, making her clench her teeth against the exquisite torture. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips.

Her hair free, his hand crept beneath the hem of her sweater as his teeth scorched her hardened tip through the material and she froze, the action triggering a memory best left forgotten. Below her, he froze as well. He placed soft kiss over the wet spot and met her gaze. 

"This is your one chance, Mac. If you don't want this to happen, walk away while I can still control myself." The words were spoken through clenched teeth and his tense muscles showed the cost of his halting their sexual play.

With every part of her she wanted to rip their clothing away and let him push into her body until she had no beginning without him and he had no end without her. Every part except one tiny flicker of doubt that said she did not sleep with men she knew for so little time. One that told her desire should never be this strong. One that said allowing him with her body meant something far more than sex with the very real possibility of having her heart broken. One that reminded her of a madman's shaming words and how sleeping with Aiden would prove them right.

Reluctantly, she pushed away from his warmth and stood on shaky legs. She licked her lips, his unique flavor clinging to her. "I should go up," she said just as much to convince herself as him.

He did not say anything but his eyes watched her with that same predatory gleam, not moving from his position.

"Good night, Aiden."

"Good night, Mackenzie."

She hurried up the stairs before she jumped him. Quickly changing into an old nightshirt, almost groaning out loud at the torturous slide of fabric over her over-sensitized skin, she slid beneath the covers. She heard the clunk of ceramic. Her ears strained to catch his every movement, her mind imagining the way his body moved, the action so smooth and effortless as her body called her an idiot for hiding away instead of experiencing what was sure to be the experience of a lifetime, the consequences worth it.

Between her anxiety and the burn in her loins she did not think she would ever get to sleep but last night's fretful dozing caught up with her. With the image of his face hardened by passion behind her closed eyes, she fell asleep with a smile on her lips.



Rebirth Ch. 03



It was the weekend and both Ling's parents were away again to visit her grandparents who lived some distance away. 

They will be away for the weekend and Ling thought to herself with a little smile: "Time for more fun times to begin!"

It wasn't before Ling discovered that not only she had the power to slowly modify her body bit by bit, but even her clothes were the same. 

While last time her clothes were big and loose to hide her chubby body, now there was no such need and her clothes had definitely gone down a few sizes smaller.

With the gradual change over the days, her new tight body was now a sexy 36C-24-30. A body ready for lust. It was weird though, the Succubus's power made sure nobody realized the change.

She contemplated what her first adventure should be and made up her mind quickly. She changed into a white singlet and neon pink shorts. With her power, she shrunk the singlet till it was hugging her body tightly and her deep cleavage was shown through the V-neck. She decided against a bra and made her nipples big and protruding, stretching the thin material of the white singlet. 

Maybe she should be demure for her first public adventure, she thought. She then put on a white thong first before putting on the pink shorts. Shorts that rode so low on her hips but cut so high against her butt cheeks. The white thong gleamed cheekily above the shorts.

She was going jogging.

She started with a brisk stroll down the street - one needs to warm up the body first. With her boobs bouncing and her tight ass swaying to the rhythm of the steps she took, it was inevitable that men on the street were craning their necks and turning their heads back to steal another look at her.

She flipped her black hair back and slid into a quick jog. She almost laughed out loud when a young man who passed by was so transfixed by her heaving bosom that he knocked head first into a lamp post.

Oh what fun is to tease men!

But all this might be harmless fun but it's time to take a survey of her prey. She needed men with vitality to increase her power.

It wasn't long before she noticed a young man with dark brown hair following her in his sports car. Bingo! she thought as she noticed the aura of vitality around him shining brightly. Target sighted. And a smile curled around her lips. This was going to be a lot of fun.

She decided to put on a show for him. She slowed down and bought a water bottle of a convenience store, while the boss stared unabashedly at her tits. 

Ling went out into the street and started drinking from the bottle, taking care to look as if she had accidentally splashed almost more than half of her bottle of water onto her white top. Now, in the gleaming sun, her white thin top had become almost transparent and her large tits were on public display. Her pink nipples with large areolae could be seen almost clearly, straining against her tight singlet.

"Oh my god! What a clumsy person I am! I'm all wet..." making sure to emphasize the word wet. "This wouldn't do... I really need to get a change of clothes!"

Hearing this and sensing his chance, the young man hurriedly came down from his car and walked towards her. From afar with his sunglasses on, he was leering obviously at her sexy body. He took off his sunglasses and introduced himself as Steven.

"Miss, I happened to be passing by and I heard that you need a change of clothes as you are all... wet. My house is just nearby. And I have a change of clothes, would you like to come over?"

"Oh! That's so kind of you, Steven. I would love to!"

She slid into the sports car, her tits bouncing around and Steven could hardly tear his eyes off them to drive. But drove he did and shortly, they arrived in a large mansion with a swimming pool. Ling was pleased with her choice.

He led her into a dressing room and showed her a wardrobe. 

"This wardrobe is full of women's clothes. You can choose anything you like. Go ahead. I'll be down at the swimming pool while you get into dry clothes."

Ling flung open the wardrobe and was surprised to see that most of the clothes were pretty skimpy. Maybe he makes it a habit of bringing girls home to change, she grinned. Well, why not make his dreams come true then?

After looking through the clothes, she took off her thin wet singlet and changed into a white halter bikini top, making sure to tie a loose knot. 

The bikini top was so thin that it barely covered her areolae, and so thin that both her nipples could be seen protruding out obviously. She then slid off her damp pink shorts and left the white thong on, which was just a tiny triangle of cloth barely covering her pussy.

She then walked towards the swimming pool with a swagger of confidence. Steven had changed into a speedo and was lying on one of the deck chairs. From the looks that he was throwing her and the enormous bulge in his tiny trunks, she was sure that he approved of her wardrobe change.

"What do you think?" she said, showing off her toned slim body.

"Amazing." He praised with a smile. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Ling smiled, turned away showing her fantastic ass and slowly dipped her body into the cool water. The cold water made her nipples protrude even more. She made a few rounds across the swimming pool, thinking to herself: "might as well enjoy it while it lasts". 

When she resurfaced from the water, she was mildly surprised to see that her halter bikini top has loosened itself and her large firm tits were on full display for Steven to see.

At that point, he was unable to resist his lust anymore and dove into the cool water beside her. And he resurfaced with her bikini top, making as though he wanted to help her tie back the top, while making sure to "accidentally" brush his fingers over the firm hard nipples and giving her left tit a tiny squeeze. 

She slid closer to him and pressed her thong against the bulge in his speedo, causing him to involuntarily give a tiny moan. 

With a sexy yet playful smile, she said: "Why don't you leave the top off? My tits are a little dirty; would you like to help me give them a wash?"

Without another word, he went at it with vigor. He started by using both his hands to caress both of her amazing tits, so firm and so shapely. After squeezing them roughly, he circled the areolae before starting to pinch her rock hard nipples, making them even pointed than usual. 

Ling gave a little moan of pleasure and purred: "Yeah... that's it. Go on, I'm sooo dirty. Make me clean..." He then honed down on the nipples with his mouth and tongue, licking and biting them.

Steven slid his hands down from the small of her back down to her firm ass, enjoying the curves of her body. He gave her tight ass a few squeezes before moving his fingers slowly to the front.

He tore off her white thong abruptly while whispering in her ear: "You're a dirty and wet slut, aren't you? Gotta make sure everything's all clean kay..." He slid his fingers over her clit, pleased to find it wet and sticky. Giving it a few practiced flicks, he had her squirming in pleasure.

It wasn't before long she was moaning and begging: "Oh Steve, fuck me, will you! I need it... I can't stand it anymore! FUCK ME!!"

Steven needed no more urging. Releasing his huge hard dick from the speedo, he grabbed her and plunged his dick into her tight wet pussy. Ling let out a gasp of pleasure from the abrupt force of his plunge. 

With slow strokes, he gradually increased his speed and started pummeling her pussy hard, screaming: "That's how you like it, isn't it, you whore?" while giving her tight ass a few sharp spanks.

With all the teasing all morning, Steven couldn't hold much longer and shoot his load into her as soon as she finished gasping: "Fuck! I'm CUMMING!" Both went into the throes of pleasure and had amazing orgasms before going limp with exhaustion.

They managed to scramble to the pool side and laid there in the sun, tired from all the sexual activity. Ling noticed that the aura of vitality surrounding Steven had dimmed considerably. And she felt stronger than ever. 

The sex has strengthened her power! She gazed into Steven's eyes and noticed that the intelligent light before was replaced with something else.

It was pure... horniness.

Apparently whoever she has had sex with will become a sex-crazed maniac, spreading the Succubus's message of wanton lust and desire. She didn't really care. 

All she wanted was to have sex and become a sex object of desire. And looking at the way Steven was looking at her, she knew she was going to have many more fun adventures to come!



Rebirth Ch. 03



Outside, the wind howled, tapping the windows with steady thumps. Aiden lay on the couch staring into the flames of the fireplace. 

He could not get his mind off the woman upstairs. Punching the pillow, he shifted and exhaled an unsteady breath as he tormented himself with visions of her allure. Like the way her skin flushed in excitement turning a strawberry pink shade that made him wonder how far that ruddiness extended. Or the way her eyes portrayed her every emotion, arousal turning them the color of honey. Just thinking about the generous curve of her lips made him hard. Harder, actually. He had not lost his erection since the moment he saw her. What would it feel like to have that luscious mouth wrapped around his cock, her heat surrounding him? He imagined it would be nothing short of earthshattering, just as the promise of sinking into her body would be. 

The sweaters she wore left much to the imagination, clinging one moment, hanging loose the next but he always had a vivid one and now the mental visuals were aided by the rich curves he'd felt pressed against him. Her nipples had poked him through her clothing, stabbed his tongue and there was nothing he would not give to see them, no barrier between them and his greedy mouth. Would they be creamy pink or dusty rose?

Her steady breathing told him she had fallen asleep and he thanked Ra. A few more minutes of listening to her toss and turn, of smelling her growing arousal, of hearing her short breathing and he would have catapulted up the stairs, consequences be damned.

The evening had been simultaneously a blessing and a torture session as he savored her nearness, hearing every beat of her heart, every breath she took yet restraining his need to close the distance between them. 

She did not seem to notice how powerful the effect she had on him though, the innocence she radiated so very rare. She was unconscious of her sensuality but it was there in every move she made. Despite whatever experience that placed the shadows in her eyes, her core remained untainted, shining with a virtuous light. The jaded part of him scoffed at such obvious naivety but the optimist he longed to bury was fascinated by her, by the way her mind worked.

What's more, he felt comfortable with her and the fact made him realize that he never fully let his guard down with anyone before. 

She knew what he was yet it seemed the furthest thing from her mind. She treated him as though he was just a man. Not the phoenix so many were fascinated by. Not the famous author that so many wanted a piece of. Not a meal ticket. He was just Aiden with her and the novelty of just being, no pressure to keep up pretenses was addictive.

He could sense her confusion at the strength of her reaction to him, to them but how did he explain their connection without scaring her? He wished he had the time to romance her, wine and dine her, to show her just how special she was to him.

He was adjusting his position once more when the terrified whimpers reached him. Instantly he was up the stairs. Mac thrashed, fighting the weight of the covers. Tears were streaming into her hair, the pained sounds that came from her making his heart ache and his anger spike. At his command the lamp at the bedside table burned brighter. 

Sitting next to her, he said her name, trying to hold her lightly. She turned on him, fists and nails aiming for his face. He pulled her against his body, easily restraining her efforts. Her body stiffened as she fell into consciousness. All fight left her and she sagged against him, sobs welling out of her chest. He held her, making soothing sounds, slightly awkward in his position as comforter. Thankfully that she did not shy away from him, he stroked her back in comforting circles. 

His body reacted on its own accord, reaching for the press of her soft curves against him. He shifted subtly to hide his erection. She wore a simple white cotton nightgown. It looked virginal and innocent in its simplicity. The soft light filtered through the material and he could make out the silhouette of her body. He gritted his teeth, fighting to control his cock and focus on consoling her.

At last her cries were reduced to sniffles and she looked up at him, tears turning her eyes into shining jewels. He smoothed her hair away from her face, thumbs catching the wetness on her cheeks. "Tell me. You need to get it out, Mac," he said. 

With his eyes he begged her to trust him. Trust him to bare her soul without consequence. Trust him to help her put the pieces back together if she fell apart. She shook her head, burying her face in his neck. Long minutes passed before she began, low and shaky against his skin, the muted words barely reaching his ears. She paused frequently and he waited for her, letting the beat of his heart steady her. With every word his rage and disgust grew. He worked hard to keep his breathing even and his hand gentle. 

He looked down at her. She was so soft and womanly, everything he was not. In spite of the traumas of her life, she retained a goodness that was rare. She was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, bringing hope of better to come. Despite his own need for violence, he admired her. She was fighter, a survivor, strong in spite of her fear.

"I kept going over all the things I could have done differently that night. I shouldn't have walked out there alone. I sho-" 

With a ferocity he could not curb, he grabbed her head, startling her into meeting his gaze. "Never blame yourself for that sick fuck's actions. Do you understand me, Mac? You did nothing wrong." 

She searched his gaze for something. Thankfully she found whatever it was because she nodded. She took a breath and continued, "My hair. It's what made him notice me. I have worn it short since then." She touched the short strands. "I felt so dirty, Aiden. I had panic attacks. They would come out of nowhere and I could not breathe. I felt trapped all over again. I feel so broken, like I will never be able to put the pieces back together. I want to be whole again, Aiden. Make me feel whole again."

She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Her breath mingled with his and a shudder tingled his spine at the exquisite contact. She pulled back to give him the most heartbreaking look. His core shattered into a million pieces and he knew they all belonged to her. "Be sure, Mac."

"Please, Aiden." She grasped the hem of her gown and pulled it over her head. Peaches and cream skin covered her from head to toe, soft and radiant. Her lovely thighs enclosed his hips and the image of them over his shoulder as he repeatedly thrust into her waiting heat did not help the painful fullness of his cock. Generous hips flowed naturally into a tucked waistline. Higher, his gaze was drawn to her ample bosom. As if she lost her nerve, she crossed her hands over her chest.

He gently uncrossed them and feasted his eyes on her flesh. "You're beautiful, Mac. Inside and out."

Like beacons her nipples called to him; a call he had no desire to resist. So he did not. Laying his palm over the twin peaks, he marveled at the contrast, her skin so translucent underneath his darker coloring. Her hands settled on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Her breasts were nicely shaped, perky with large nipples the color of a freshly bloomed pink rose. He traced their softness and encountered a soft seam.

She flinched and tried to scramble away. Placing one hand at her back, he held fast although he kept his hands gentle. In the faint light he made out the slightly raised ridges of teeth marks. 

"Please, let go." Her face was turned away as she hid behind the short clumps of blond hair.

He ignored her request, instinctively knowing that letting her retreat now would be a big mistake. He could not let her go back to the bitter defeat that surrounded her. "What did he do?"

"Let go, Aiden." He relished the thread of steel that crept into her voice.

"When you answer me."

Her eyes met his with a sharp, angry movement. "What the hell do you want from me? Do you want me to point out every single scar? Because we will be here all night. Do you want to fuck or have this sick heart to heart." He watched her with a steady stare until she answered. "He bit me, Aiden. Is that what you what to hear?" She pushed at his shoulders. "Let me go," she screamed.

He pulled her sharply against him and his cock grazed her through her underwear. She gasped and her fingers tightened over his skin. "Are you going to let him keeping winning, Mac? You hide up on this mountain. You've left all you've known behind. He has taken your life away from you and you're letting him. When are you going to stop hiding?"

She froze, then exploded into motion, her small fists aimed at his face. "How dare you? You know nothing about what I've been through."

He rolled and pinned her beneath him. Her nipples rasped his chest with her harsh breaths, their tips harder than before. Her hips cradled his and his cock jutted into her softness insistently. There was no fear on her features and he realized she did not need soft and gentle, she did not need to be coddled or protected from her trauma. She needed to be forced out of the shell that she'd wrapped herself in. "You're right. I have no idea what you went through. But I do know that you're being a coward. I do know that you've given a dead man power over you. I do know that you're stronger than you let on." He cupped her sex through the cotton, pressing his palm hard against her clit. "I do know that this pussy has been denied long enough."

Before she could respond he caught her nipple between his teeth. She arched sharply, her nipple pushing further into his mouth. He engulfed the pert globe, sucking aggressively, his tongue flickering over the tip. 

"Damn you, Aiden," she cried out, her fingers lacing in his hair and pulling on the strands as she pulled him closer, pushing her flesh into his mouth. Her eager response fueled the burn in his blood. He curled his tongue around the protruding flesh, pulling it deeper into the recesses of his mouth.

He released the globe with a deliberately loud plop and holding her gaze, grabbed it with his teeth once more. She held his stare with a subtle challenge that made him smile as he soothed the abused flesh with a quick lick. Kissing a path to the other globe, he gave it the same treatment, sucking on the succulent flesh, latching the hard bud at the roof of his mouth, stroking it with his tongue. He loved the mewling sounds she made. 

Releasing her nipple, he rasped his tongue over its temptation. Pleasure arched her back, her hands pulling harder on his hair. Letting go of her sweet berry, he watched her shiver. He climbed over her until their noses touched and let her see him. He was not a gentle knight in armor. He was rough around the edges and with reason would be his enemy's worst nightmare. But for her there was gentle caring that tampered his savagery. For her he was better than he ever thought he could be and that part of him refused to let her light be diminished by evil.

She did not shy away from what she saw in his eyes, her gaze unblinking. Holding his stare, she lifted her head off her pillow and touched her lips to his. Her teeth nipped his lower lip. "I'm not afraid of you, Aiden," she said, surprising them both, making him realize that he had been expecting her to flee from the darkness that was part of him.

"Then kiss me, vixen. Show me the real you. The real Mackenzie. Show me the steel beneath all that softness." 

Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he allowed her to explore. Her kiss was a mixture of innocence and brazen sexuality. Building in intensity, the kiss grew bolder, wetter and wetter, more and more carnal. Her tongue enticed his, tempting him into a sensual dance until their tongues curled over and around each other.

He explored every hill and valley, tasting the explosion of tangy sweetness that was unique to Mackenzie. With every swipe of his tongue the memory of her was imprinted in his brain. Every move she made. Every sound that whispered through her soft lips. The touch of her tongue against his. The feel of her beneath him. His body could not help its reaction as his hips pressed against hers seeking relief. 

He licked at her upper lip and she tried to recapture his lips, her teeth snapping as he kept out of her reach, licking, then retreating. She moved against him, enticing him with her soft curves. 

He pulled away from her lips before he completely lost his mind. Placing licking kisses along the graceful line of her neck, he trailed his fingers softly over her belly, learning the slopes of her breasts. Muscles quavered in the wake of his touch, soft sighs signaling her enjoyment. "You taste so sweet. Like a forbidden treat. And I can't get enough," he said, wanting her to know exactly what she did to him; his mind, his body and his soul. 

His eyes swept her length and she blushed, the flush covering her cheeks and chest. The stiff peaks of her breasts thrust into the air, proud, tightening further below his gaze. Her skin glimmered with reflected light. 

He felt her reserve return, her hands once more coming up to cover herself. The animalistic sound breaking free without his consent, he growled, "Don't fucking hide from me. Never cover what is mine. Ever."

Aiden groaned internally, sure she would kick him out now. The need to mark her in some way, to brand her as his tightened his skin as he fought the possessive aggression. She surprised him though. Instead of objecting to his dominant behavior she tightened her thighs around his flank and cupped his chin in a tender caress, placing a soothing kiss on his lips. 

She humbled him. Eyes far older than her years reflected an understanding that baffled him. He was mythical healer yet she was the one healing him, healing wounds that were only now becoming visible to him. With a sudden realization, he thought maybe they were supposed to heal each other, that their two broken pieces fit together to create a better single being. His hands covered her breasts, kneading. He pushed the two globes together, kissing their tips lovingly. "This is not just sex, Mac."

Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, she answered, "Love me."

And he realized that he indeed did. His heart swelled with the foreign emotion. Her eyelids lowered as she shied away from whatever she saw in his eyes and he decided to leave the words unvoiced for the time being. Instead he would let his body speak for him.

Starting at the line of her panties, he kissed and licked a path, her skin soft beneath his lips. She sighed. Heat rose off her and her scent bathed his nostrils, placing every sense he had on high alert, thawing years and years of loneliness away. He discovered the scars that marred her skin and replaced the injustice of their existence with memories of them together, wholly harmonious. His tongue dipped into the well of her belly button and she pressed against his mouth, the little sounds she made in the back of her throat super sexy. "More, Aiden. That feels so good."

Her voice was liquid sex and his cock throbbed with a steady beat, needing to sink into her heat. "Open your eyes, Mac. Let me see you."

Her lids lifted and he drowned in their depths. He trailed his hand lower, his lips following. Placing a kiss over her mons, her aroma went straight to both his heads. Her stiff bud called to him through the fabric and he swiped his tongue over it, sucking on her through the cloth, pulling gently. This enticed an, "Oh", then an, "Mmm" from Mac as she leaned into his mouth, flowing with his movements. Her fingers latched onto his hair yet again. "Oh God!"

Needing more, he striped her panties away and lifting her hips, he French kissed her slippery lips. He tasted heaven, pure and simple. A combination of flavors hit his tongue. Salty, sweet, tangy, fruity. None overpowered the other, the balance just right. Sipping on her, he groaned, feeling her body shudder with the vibrations. Flattening his tongue, he drank from her addictive nectar, swallowing every molecule of her cream. More came to replace what became his favorite treat. 

"Cream for me, Mac. Give me your sweetness. Ah, that's a good girl!" Spreading her delicate softness, he teased her, skirting her clitoris. She undulated under his actions. 

"Please," she cried, her eyes pleading with him but he neatly hedged the organ time and time again. "Aiden, it hurts. Please take the ache away."

"How? Tell me what you want. Whatever it is, I'll give it to you. Just tell me." His voice was thick, dripping with his desire.

Her head thrashed back and forth. "Make me come. I need to come."

He pushed a wet finger into her tight slit. Her muscles grabbed him, unbelievably snug. Her back arched off the bed. She cried out and a rush of moisture dampened her cleft further. "Do you like that, baby?" he asked, massaging her walls. He slid his finger back and forth, stroking her g-spot. 

"Oh yes, Aiden. More!" A gargle sound poured from her mouth as he forced her tiny hole to accept a second finger. The slap of his finger against her wet, slushing pussy grew increasingly loud as he sank the two digits into her repeatedly.

With his other hand her spread her nether lips once more. He sucked on the tiny bud. She whimpered, her thighs trembling around his head. He sucked and licked and prodded, branding her. Her erect bud on his tongue, he felt the contracting of muscles signally the approach of her orgasm. She froze before bellowing his name on a lust drunk scream. 

He rode the waves with her, keeping her still beneath his mouth as she simultaneously fought him yet pulled him closer. "Oh God! Oh God! Ahhh! Aiden!" 

Pushing her pussy against his face, her thighs gripped his head with skull-crushing strength, fingers removing a few hair strands. He minded not one bit. He would willingly be shot, stabbed and ran over by a semi for the splendor of her climax. He lapped up her honeyed dew, groaning roughly, his ears roaring as his cock cried out for release.

He gently petted her as she came down from her high, putty in his hands. Her thighs and fingers loosened and he reluctantly left his prize. He kissed a path up to her lips. 

"Taste your goodness," he said, sharing her taste with her.

****

Aiden leaned over Mac, his magnetism pulling her in. They had only known each other for little more than a day but she felt like she knew him, knew his heart, knew his soul. Just as he knew hers. Edged with a ring of black, his intense azure eyes burned over her as his hand swept her with desire and gentleness. 

Fear was still there, never too far away but desire was a strong opponent, growing and growing. For the first time in years she felt something other than terror, other than barely leashed anxiety. For the first time in years she desired the comforting weight of the male form blanketing her. She longed to feel the hard drive of a cock throwing her into oblivion. Her hands brushed over the rippling muscles of his back and she knew that not just any cock would do, not just any body. Only his body would do. Only his cock. Only Aiden would do.

"What are you thinking, Mac?" His breath caressed her cheek as he continued to pepper her skin with kisses. She sucked in a rough breath, her sex tightening with remembered pleasure and wanting more. His finger tipped her chin until their eyes met. 

Instead of answering, she pushed at his shoulders. He rolled and sprawled below her, arms outstretched. Heat scorched her bare breasts as they tightened from the lusty attention of his gaze. She almost crossed her arms again but the look in his eyes stopped her. He did not see her scars, only the woman beneath. With a heady rush she realized she felt beautiful. How could she not under the force of that searing look?




Rebirth Ch. 03



He should have looked out of place on her feminine sheets but he did not. His hair was haloed around his head, a flame of color. Lined like a Hersey bar, his abs pushed up with every breath, tight golden skin stretched over his chest. "You're a gorgeous man, Aiden."

He flushed all over at her compliment, surprising a small laugh out of her. It was not the reaction she expected. "Why, Aiden, are you blushing?" 

He returned her laugh, the sound a little rusty. "What can I say? I'm a shy guy."

Her eyebrow rose at that. "Somehow I doubt that." 

She leaned forward and gave an experimental lick of his left nipple. He hissed, arching under her tongue. Encouraged by his reaction, she laved the hard nub, adding a nibble with her teeth as he had done with her. 

"That's good, baby." His voice was rough with need.

She kissed her way to the other nipple and gave it the same adoration before her mouth moved over his hard abdomen. Her eyes held his with a gumption she did not know she possessed, her hands following the wet path her mouth left, her short nails adding a bite his eyes blazed at.

The material of the sweats strained, his cock pushing at it. She kissed him through the fabric, hands caressing, loving the way the hard length jumped at her action. Grabbing the waistband, she pulled the pants down. He aided her by lifting his hips and the apparel sailed through the air, forgotten.

His erection strung free, thick and hard, against his belly. She gulped, a shiver of excitement coupled with apprehension ran down her back. How will it fit?

"It will fit and you'll enjoy every second of it," he said as if hearing her thoughts. The conviction and fervor in the words convinced her and holding his gaze, her fingers tickled over the swollen head, smearing the drop of syrupy liquid. He jumped beneath her body. She brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, moaning at the burst of flavor. His pupils dilated over the lens until black dominated his gaze, intense and burning.

She slid the long phallus over her cheeks and chin, loving the feel of silk and steel. Teasing her lips with it, she closed her eyes to savor the sensation of him against her skin. He brushed her hair away from her face as her mouth closed over the mushroomed head and he said, "Such a pretty little mouth. It was made just for my cock. Suck me, baby. Yes, just like that."

Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth. She laved him with her inexperienced tongue, delighting in his response, craving his flavor, wanting to feel him become undone. His hands swept her back and caressed her face as he continued to praise her, shocking her with the earthy phrasing, arousing her with the details of him passion for her.

The tense posture of his frame gave away his restraint but he allowed her to explore at her leisure. She dipped her tongue into the weeping hole at his crown, rimming the swollen head with an eager tongue, flicking the appendage back and forth. Adding her fingers at his base, she moved her hand and mouth in tandem.

Against his thigh, her vagina tightened almost painfully as she allowed his shaft to hit the back of her throat. She imagined his cock stroking her there and her muscles flexed in time with her mouth. Her hips mimicking her actions, she tilted them so that her clit was pressed against his hard muscles. She sucked and licked and sucked some more, slurping sounds echoing. His fingers tangled in her hair. "Baby, I'm going to come," he warned through clenched teeth.

She snagged his gaze and sucked harder, taking him deeper. He exploded and his seed hit her tongue. Instantly her climax swept through her, blasting from her pulsating nub and spreading outward. She gasped around his jetting cock, each spurt intensifying her pleasure. His cock remained hard, pulsing against her tongue as she licked him clean.

Their mutual climaxes left them both breathing heavily, sweating, with the smell of cum perfuming the air. She crawled up the bed to lie at his side and kissed him. His large hands cupped her head. Pulling back, she said, "You taste good too."

"Ra, you're astonishing." He captured her lips again, sliding his tongue deep. She sucked on him, moaning low in her throat, her hand tracing his chest. He did the same and she withered, her desire still not sated. He instructed her to face the other direction and they spooned. It felt deliciously naughty yet soothingly intimate as his heat cocooned her. His hand snaked beneath her to capture her breast in a massaging grip. She hooked her hand around his neck and their eyes and lips met, his cock pushing insistently against her buttocks.

He hooked her thigh over his and cupped her sex, a long finger easing into her before coating her straining nub with her juices. The head of his cock bridged her entrance and they both froze. Their lips gently broke apart and their eyes held. He slid further into her, inch after incredible inch pushing through her folds, slow and agonizing. She bucked, the pleasure so intense despite the burn of accommodating a man his size after so long. His gaze searched hers. "Are you okay?"

She felt better than she had in forever. "Great. Don't stop."

He rocked against her gently. He brushed her lips with his, his shallow breaths heating hers. Their hands linked, they watched as her body swallowed his. They both sighed when he hit the entrance to her womb. Allowing her time to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion, he engaged her tongue in a sensual duel. He caressed her breast with rotating strokes until her pussy burned for more. Tentatively she made the first move, bending forward, leverage to push back on his cock. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as he took over the action, penetrating her with a precision that left her breathless all the while kissing and touching her back, neck and shoulders. Her clit received loving attention as he stroked it in time with his driving rod. She hung onto his arm, heat knotting the muscles in her lower belly.

He switched their positions until she straddled him in a reverse cowgirl position. They both groaned as he slid deeper. He stretched her to the limit, her pink flesh wrapped tight around his pulsing length. She threw her head back against his shoulder on a moan, savoring the connection despite the impatient clench of her muscles around him. Beneath her bottom his thighs trembled with every grip and release of her pussy. Power pulsed through her and she bended her neck to look at him. His eyes were brilliant in the dim light, inhumanly so, consumed with need and a barely leashed wildness that flared his nostrils and slashed redness across his cheeks. The intensity should have scared her but she reveled in it. 

Ascending, the friction between pussy and cock was exquisite and she bit her lower lip to hold back a cry. She hovered above his tool, only the fat head breaching her center. She sank back down, loving the way his breath caught in his throat, breath hissing. They moved together, his arms locked around her slick skin.

The intensity rose and consumed quickly. Faster and faster they moved and her orgasm ripped through her with blinding force. He gave her no reprieve, continuing his hard drives into her spasming folds as she cried out for mercy. While she begged for it to never end.

In a whirlpool movement, he had her on her hands and knees, and without preamble pounded into her sheath. She arched with his thrusts, his hands on her hips aiding their erotically frenzied clash. The slap of wet skin on wet skin was stimulatingly loud. He groaned and growled with male dominance as she submitted to his mastery with cries and moans for more.

He leaned over, his chest against her back. He kissed her neck and shoulder, his teeth adding a delicious bite. His hand slid over her hip to press against her lower abdomen and she jerked with the increased pressure against her g-spot. 

She shook all over and electricity fizzled over her skin, pulling on her hair. Her heartbeat ran away from her as her eyes rolled back in her head and for a split second everything went black before she exploded on a tide of bliss. 

His cock swelled and pushed at her overly sensitized walls and another tide of pleasure rolled over her. Heat exploded around them. He grunted behind her. "Oh shit! Oh shit! By Ra, Mac!"

In a tangle of legs and arms they fell onto the waiting sheets, breathing labored, wet from their exertion and mutual climaxes. He pulled her close as if he could not stand to be disconnected from her and she happily cuddled to his side.

He kissed her cheek making her realize the wetness of tears that dampened them. She cupped his, the short hairs soft to the touch. As she floated down from her peak, a feeling of completeness warmed her and pulling his lips to hers, she acknowledged that this man had touched a place in her heart she thought lost and claimed it for his own.

****

White light streamed in through the bedroom's lone window. 

Aiden watched Mac. 

They lay facing each other, their legs tangled, her warm pussy riding his thigh, his hand at her waist. He never realized how the simple pleasure of watching a woman sleep could make his heart melt with tenderness. She was so beautiful, her short hair falling around her face in a way that made her look so soft, so feminine and delicate. Her chest rose and fell with each breath and her pink nipples pushed at the sheet that hid her body from his view.

Even now the memory of the night before, the way she clung to him in ecstasy, her breath trembling with her pleasure had his cock as hard as ever and he knew he would never get enough of her. Needing the contact, he traced the gentle curve of her cheek and the arch of her eyebrows. Her nose twitched and wiggled in the most adorable way as she shifted, pushing her leg further up his thigh. She moaned softly as the protruding bud between her nether lips grazed his hair-roughened skin. His cock jerked in response as his fingers clenched against the need to dive into the well that creamed against him.

He needed to get away from her sweet temptation or he would not be held liable for his actions. Knowing she needed her sleep after the night's excess, he decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed. It was either that or roll her onto her back and slide into her slick heat. He gently untangled their limbs. She snuggled deeper into the covers and shivered slightly. He revised his plan to include rebuilding the fire. Pushing the sheets back, he got out of bed and looked down at his jutting cock. Sorry buddy. We have to wait, he tried to console the pulsing organ only to have it wave at him as if in protest. 

Cock in hand, he looked on the woman responsible for its weeping state. Up and down he stroked, his hips leaning into his hand as he remembered the hoarse sounds she made as he claimed her, the way her eyes glazed and begged him for more. He could almost feel her smooth skin beneath his palm, the tight, round curvature of her ass, the weight of her breast fitting in his hand so perfectly, the fragrant heat of her pussy. Knowing he was only torturing himself, he groaned, trying to stifle the sound by biting his lower lip. With effort he tore his hand away, the thought of finding release without the tight clasp of her sex undesirable no matter how much he ached.

Knowing his control was about to unravel, he gave her sleeping form one last look before tearing down the stairs, uncaring about his nude state. Before he hit the last step pain ripped Aiden out of the red haze of desire and darkness descended, the process too fast for him to fend it off this time.

****

In the shadows of Aiden's mind, his split image stood before him encompassed by an aura of obscurity that bordered on evilness, the blue of his eyes surrounded by black. 

"Let me out," it said, the words hissed like that of a snake, rage a living entity surrounding the alter ego who aimed to destroy everything Aiden worked so hard to protect.

"We do not need to be this way. I've found her. She will complete me. She will complete us," Aiden said, knowing the words would have no effect but needing to try none the less. Years' worth of anger and hatred could not be diminished with a few words especially since this anti phoenix inherited his sheer stubborn will.

"She changes nothing," the thing who dubbed himself Evil Aiden seethed, its rage growing and shaking the walls of Aiden's mind.

"She changes everything!"

"They do not deserve to live. You're too weak to see that. Let me out of this fucking place and I will do what you're too chicken shit to." Of a one track mind, Evil Aiden ignored Aiden's exclamation and preached his usual summon.

Aiden felt his anger build and tried to ebb its flow, knowing it only fed Evil Aiden's power and conviction. Striving for a calm tone, he replied, "It is our job to protect. We are not killers."

"No matter how many times you say it, you still don't believe it. Don't fight the darkness, Aiden. Embrace your true potential." 

"Which is what? You?" 

"Yes. I am the true you. I am the hate, the resentment that you've built up and tried to bury. It won't be long now before I am strong enough to break these walls you have imprisoned me within. It won't be long now until I am free and you are forced to admit the truth."

"I will defeat you." With that Aiden charged the smirking clone. Not one to normally make the first move in this misery-go-round, fear ate at him, made him doubt the conviction that he spoke the truth, that he could not hold this evil that threatened to engulf his conscious at bay.

Evil Aiden met him in a battle that was now frighteningly familiar. It was a long, blood exchange of blows that weakened Aiden considerably, the length far longer than their previous battles.

****

Mac rolled over searching for the warmth that protected her through the night only to be confronted with an empty bed. She could see the indentation where Aiden had lain, a slight warmth lingering. Heat lighting her face in remembrance of last night's activities, she stretched. Muscles popped, tingles that only a good stretch brought making her toes curl. She stifled a groan, a few choice muscles protesting the action. A deep ache assaulted her core yet she never felt better. 

She could not help the grin that split her lips. What a night! She'd always thought the whole business about multiple orgasms was a myth but boy, was she wrong and happily so. He stroked erogenous zones she had no idea she had. The small over her back. Her wrists. The insides of her thighs. The backs of her knees. A particularly strong memory of him sucking on her big toe as he repeatedly slammed the mammoth work of nature devised for inducing pleasure into her pussy as she cried and pleaded for more, using language that made her ears burn now, surfaced.

As much as he affected her body, she knew her heart was not left unscathed. She did not believe in love at first sight but her reaction to Aiden made her rethink the phenomena. Was it possible? Was she falling in love? Had she already fallen? She'd never known what that dive into the unknown felt like. She'd never said the words or had them said to her but she'd read enough books, seen enough movies and even saw a few examples in real life to know the classic symptoms. Butterflies in her stomach, intense feelings in her chest at the thought of him, a feeling of panic at the idea of him leaving, that terrifying feeling of dropping from a great height yet having no desire to stop the plummet, wondering if he felt the same. None of these came close to describing what she felt.

Was this all just part of this weird attraction or was her heart truly involved? Not wanting to ruin a good thing by overthinking, she decided to take it one day at a time and enjoy his superb lovemaking and wonderful company. No matter the outcome, she would not regret this time they spent together.

Eager to see him, to know that last night was not a figment of her overactive imagination, she shrugged off the covers and immediately shivered from the cool air. Finding her discarded nightclothes on the floor, she shrugged into it, adding a nearby robe and, practically skipping, went in search of her lover.

The bliss that lit her heart turned into a terror spiked rock. She nearly choked on a scream as she found Aiden lying at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes were closed and bright orange, his skin appeared illuminated by an internal light. Like a flowing poison, wiggling lines of black wove themselves through the warm luminescence. Groaning, he jerked as if receiving blows, grunting sounds of pain and frustration and immediately she was at his side. She yelped at the intense heat but he groaned again and nothing could keep her away. At his neck, his pulse jumped erratically, his breathing coming quicker and quicker. 

Placing his head on her lap, she smoothed his sweat-damp hair away from his face. "Aiden? Aiden, wake up. Please." 

She was near tears.

Like the life was suddenly sucked out of him, the light died and he slumped to the floor. His brow furrowed and smoothed as his eyes snapped open and blue eyes clearly lit with killing intent gazed up at her, a ring of black around the lens. She flinched as his hand closed over her wrist with crushing force, preventing her from scrambling away. The dangerous light slowly dimmed and the black retreated into nothing. "Mac?"

The cold slide of fear crept under her skin. "You're hurting me. Please, let go."

Instantly he did as she requested, sitting up and kissing her bruised wrist, he pulled her into his arms. She did not resist, not knowing what to make of the unfolding events. He pulled back and with sorrow in his eyes, he apologized. "Oh no. Mac, I'm so sorry. Please, baby, believe me. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." 

He looked so broken, for the first time looking less than composed. She may not understand what was going on but she knew that he'd not meant to hurt her. Pushing her distress away, she leaned over and their lips touched with barely the pressure of an exhale. 

"It's okay," she soothed, touching his cheek. "Are you alright?"

He ran a hand through his hair in an agitated gesture, his eyes a little misty. "I wish I could tell you yes but I don't know. I have no fucking clue." 

His words worried her even more than the look that burned in his eyes a few moments ago. "What's going on, Aiden?"

His gaze fell to the floor before meeting hers again. She nearly backed away from the torment she saw there. Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm dying."

Devastation rocked her. They'd only spent one night together yet she suddenly could not imagine what her life would be like without him. She corrected herself. She could imagine and it was the bleak, endless drag of her past. She did not want to go back to that. "I thought you were immortal."

"Ra no! Shit, I'm doing this all wrong." With another deep breath he started again. "I have spent my entire life alone, Mac. I have loved your species and help them when I could and it tears me apart when I can't. But no matter how strong my love is, it hurts me to see the way your people destroy themselves over nothing, after all so many have sacrificed to keep them safe and though it shames me to admit, I have grown to resent humanity."

His eyes did not leave hers as he continued. "My anger and my pain have grown into something that eats at me, eats at my conviction to stay true to my mission. There is this darkness in me that I can't get rid of and every year it consumes a little more of my soul. It lives in my mind and all it wants to do is set the world ablaze, burn every single thing to the ground." Tears overflowed thinking about the burden he carried. "Every thousand years I die but am reborn. My body is rebuilt, my powers manifested stronger, my fighting ability is increased but with the approach of my rebirth I grow mentally and physically weaker and it gets harder to keep him contained. The only thing that prevented me from giving in at sometimes was the promise of finding the woman that would bring light to my darkness and I've finally found her."




Rebirth Ch. 03



Breathing caught in her throat as she swallowed, a lump the size of Texas suddenly lodged there. He claimed to have found the perfect one for him while he was sleeping with her? Hurt like she had never known gripped her heart hard and tore into it with razor sharp claws. She opened her mouth to kick his sorry ass out when he continued, "I've found you. You're my only hope, Mac, the one that completes me."

Her mouth closed with an audible click. Was this some kind of sick joke? She was no one's savior. How could she be when she could not save herself? "This is not funny, Aiden."

"I'm dead serious, Mac." His eyes said he was and the need to get away made her push him at his shoulders. She tried to rise but his hands caught and held her, far gentler than they were a few minutes ago but his grip was just as unbreakable. She turned her head away and looked at the wall, feeling her mind retreat away from her body. It was a habit she insentiently developed from childhood whenever she felt she could not handle the emotions that swirled in her.

"Look at me, Mac." He spoke softly but she jumped none the less, the separation between her mind and body closing with enough force to make a shiver rake her back. She swallowed against the emotion clogging her throat and knew she could not hide this time. He would not let her and she fought to break the self-destructive practice. They sat in silence until she obeyed his request. 

Stormy blue eyes pulled her in, making her heart boom and her head scramble to restore order to her still unbelievably aroused body. Even with confusion wrapping her in a prickly blanket, she could not help noticing the way his muscles flexed every time he moved, the way his sleep-tousled hair fell around his face and made him all the more sexy. He appeared unaware of his nudity but she noticed. His cock lay semi-erect against his muscled thigh and her crease clenched remembering the hard drive of it into her. His hand caressed her cheek and he leaned closer slowly and caught her lips in the sweetest kiss, their eyes holding the entire time.

Their lips gently broke apart like the wave caressing the shore on its exit back into the sea. His breath fanned her heated lips as he implored. "Please don't turn away. I know this is a lot to take in but I need you, Mac. More than you will ever know. Give me a chance. That's all I'm asking for."

She wanted to tell him flat out no. What sane woman would willingly associate herself with a man, a phoenix, with multiple personalities, one of whom wanted to destroy the world? But she couldn't say the word. Her heart forbad it. 

Touching her forehead to his, she sighed. "I guess it's too much to ask that this be easy," she muttered under her breath.

"This is not how I imagined this would be either but I don't want to lose you, Mackenzie. And I will do anything to keep you in my life. Just name it and it's yours." With that he captured her lips again, this kiss radically different from the last. Hand on her nape, he pulled her closer until her erect nipples pressed against his chest and her pussy rode his thigh, lips and tongue pushing against hers, dominating, demanding her submission. Her lips immediately parted and her sex quickened in preparation. Their heads angled this way and that, teeth and tongues clashing, nipping and licking as the wet invasion went on and on.

Knowing she was losing her head, she pushed at his shoulders weakly and with only a hair's width between their lips, she uttered shakily, "I don't think we should."

"Why, Mac?"

Because she was quickly becoming addicted to a man who was not really a man, who in only a matter of time would die only to be rebirthed as an entity she could not begin to understand. "I-We should get some breakfast," she said in a lame attempt to redirect his attention.

It did not work, his lips trailed over her cheek, kissing a path down to her neck and the hints of bare skin above the robe. She arched, angling her body to counter his stimulating devotion. She bit her lip to contain her moan when his hand closed over her breast, molding and massaging. "Let me love you. Please. I need you." 

His words washed over her, inflaming her already enflamed loins and her pussy contracted with the approach of sweet oblivion. She wanted to say no to his advance, to show that she was strong enough to overrule her body's demands. 

She needed to say yes though, the negative answer dying a quick and painless death on her lips and in her mind. Despite her best efforts she knew she could not refuse him especially when she needed the comfort of his body just as much. 

When his lips touched hers there was no need for spoken words. She leaned into him and his lips captured hers with a desperation that could not be faked, with a desperation that matched hers. Her mouth opened and he plundered, a fierce warrior conquering and giving no quarter. She whimpered under the assault and pressed her fevered body against his. His fingers tangled in her hair as their tongues mated in a frenzied dance. 

He unbelted her robe and they tumbled backward, his hand sliding up her trembling thighs and pushing the gown up and over her hips. His broad shoulders blocked out everything not pertaining to them and the red hot need that clouded the air. She spread her thighs and he settled between them, the length of his erection sliding between the wet lips of her sex.

Like her nightgown was an obstruction he could no longer tolerate, he tore the material straight down the middle. Cold air made goose bumps pebble her flushed skin. Or it may have been the rush of sensation just below the surface. Either way, heat speared her as his mouth wasted no time engulfing her left breast, his fingers pinching and plucking at the nipple of the other. Arching, her fingers gripped his hair tight. Legs wrapping around his waist, the action pushed the head of his cock hard against her burning bud. She panted, moaning his name, needing just that little extra push to send her over the precipice.

Her grip on his hair tightened as she pulled his head up to hers, their lips meeting with grounding urgency. The violence of their coupling should have scared her but her mind only knew one thought. More! 

She pushed her hips up and rose to meet the hard seam of his cock and screamed into his mouth as the hot tidal wave swept over her. His hands grabbed her hips and grinded harder against her stiff nub and another upsurge of pleasure made her wither in his arms, tearing her lips away. "Yes! Yes! It's too much. Harder!"

Her contradicting cries vibrated through the air and mixed with his growls as his teeth closed over her shoulder, the sharp pleasure-pain making her jerk. One hand descended to grip the tight cheek of his ass. He slammed against her, the action seeming involuntary. She yelped when something hard dug into her bare behind.

"Shit, sorry." Even as he uttered the crude apology, he picked them both off the floor and her back met the surface of the nearest wall, his hips keeping her thighs separated, his powerful hands supporting her thighs. Their eyes met and clung as he lowered her over his cock, the mushroom head bumping her dripping entrance. Like a bulldozer, he pushed through her folds, her flesh forced to accept the burning length, the ribbed tool scraping at nerves that clambered for attention.

He pulled his upper body away and his gaze dropped to the joining of their bodies, hers helplessly following. Her pink flesh was stretched around his golden stick, her cream coating him. He pushed until his fiery bush meshed with the blond gate that guarded her womanhood. "Look at us. We're perfect together."

He pulled back, the slow, torturous slide at odds with the ferocity of sensation that pulsed around them. Her body shook with the suspense and the overload of sexual awareness. So did his, his body sinking into hers once more, the motion just as slow, just as delicious. "I've never felt anything as good as your pussy gripping me."

His praise made her pussy tighten. 

"Hurry, Aiden. I want you. Now, please," she pleaded, licking at his lips. Immediately he dominated the action, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and mimicking the action of his hips. Slowly the rhythm sped up, the clap of hard driving skin on warm, wet skin mixing with naughty words and harsh breathing. Between them her breasts bounced with every thrust, the sensitized tips rubbing against his chest. Her nails dug into his back as she tried to do the impossible and get closer. Harder he thrust, going deeper and faster. He changed angles and his belly rubbed against her clit, his cock stroking her g-spot. Despite the limits of her position she could not stop the small jerks of her hips, her body demanding that she do something, anything to alleviate the colossal strain that stretched her nerves to bits. Her whimpers escalated into sobbing pleas, her head thrashing from side to side. "Please. Please!" 

His mouth captured her right nipple and it became too much. Too much emotion pushing at her core. Too much desire running amok through her body. Too much Aiden. He surrounded her. His scent filled her nostrils. The sexy sounds he made low in this throat made her ears hum. The sight of his face and body was something she feared she would never get enough of. Beneath her touch, his skin rippled, warm and slick with sweat. She leaned over to taste his skin, his flavor bursting on her tongue. He was invading her body and her mind, pushing too close to her heart. 

Sex had never been so intense before, so vital to a point where she felt she would shatter into nothingness without the next thrust of his hips. To the point where her blood boiled and pounded so loudly in her ears she could almost hear the sexual energy crackling in her veins. It had never been so important that it ceased to be mere fucking but became lovemaking in its most elemental form.

She wailed a shrill curse, climax gripping her body in its intense grasp. She squeezed her eyes shut, fireworks exploded behind her lids. She lost control of her quavering limbs as her heart skipped a beat only to run away from her, her breathing hiccupping. Light-headed, a volcano of orgasmic bliss erupted in her, leaving her unable to think or speak. She was only able to feel, tingly lava gushing from her bud, spreading outward, making her hot from the inside out. On and on it went, his continued thrusts pushing her higher. 

"Yes, baby, come all over my cock. Yes, just like that." His plunging cock swelled as his words sent her crashing into another orgasm. Grunting, his face tightened as his release washed her clasping walls, jet after jet making her shiver with mini explosions. He chanted her name in a reverent tone that brought tears to her eyes. Finally he pushed hard one last time, his cock snug against her womb, and buried his face against her neck.

He shuddered repeatedly and lethargy claimed her limbs, their combined release seeping out of her to run down the crack of her behind. Her hair was stuck to her neck and forehead, sweat making her ruined clothes cling to her, suction created where their wet skins touched. She would have sank to the floor like an overcooked noodle had it not been for his weight pinning her to the wall. She rested her head on the wall, eyes closed. 

Aiden lifted his head off her and she could feel him watching her. Slowly her eyes opened and the relaxed moment shattered with an audible crack when three elusive words floated softly through the air.

"I love you." 



Rebirth Ch. 04



The Asian girl with a body to die for was pacing the room in her skimpy little white night gown, wringing her hands in frustration. She had decided that it was just too hard to wait for her parents' occasional outing to satisfy her lust. The throbbing in her groin was signaling that she needed relief. Soon.

Playing with her own pussy relieves the lust slightly, but the horniness was getting stronger by the day. She knew it was the Succubus' way of making sure she fulfils her part of the deal.

Months ago, Ling didn't look anything as stunning as this. She was just a plain looking girl. Some might even call her ugly. 

But the Succubus had appeared in her dream and made her a deal. It will give her ultimate sex appeal by giving her control to change her body or face however she wants to, but she would have to satisfy her end of the bargain by seducing guys with great vitality to increase her magical power, thus spreading the message of lust and desire.

Ling had agreed to the deal, immensely tired of looking ugly. And now! She looked nothing short of amazing. She was a petite girl with 36C bouncy tits, a tight toned butt and an hourglass figure, complete with an innocent face that could be cheeky and naughty at times.

She already had two sexual rendezvous so far and they left her wanting more. It was so fun to tease guys!

Ling decided that she needed to move out, so that she would have more freedom to do whatever naughty things she liked! Although with the extra power she had accumulated from the previous romps, she was now able to create clothing out of thin air -- making money was still beyond her means.

No matter, she thought, that gives me a chance to make my own money. While having some fun on the way, a smile curling on her luscious lips. Flipping off her night gown, she thrust her tits into a thin orange strip of cloth that could barely pass as a tube top. Besides showing off her lovely cleavage, it even had buttons down the front. No bra as usual. 

Using her magical power, she enlarged her tits to a 36D and made her pink nipples large and protruding by giving them a few pinches, giving her a good nice shivery feeling down her spine.

After putting on a little lacey pink thong, she then proceeded to put on a white floaty skirt, which she promptly shortened a good many inches, making sure it just covered enough of her delicious parts - only if she stood upright and if the wind wasn't being naughty.

After making sure the coast was clear, she sneaked out of the house in her sexy outfit and killer stiletto black heels. She was going to look for a job.

Dusk settled in. Ling arrived at the restaurant she was looking for uneventfully, except for the horny furtive glances from strangers that seemed to follow her everywhere nowadays. The restaurant served good food at exorbitant prices, but food wasn't the main reason customers flocked to the restaurant.

She stepped into the seedy-looking restaurant confidently, and asked to speak to the boss. Bending up from the cashier's counter, he appeared to be a blond dude of average height with piercing blue eyes. Eyes that seemed to be sizing her up, going down and up her body several times. He was probably imagining how she looked naked, she thought, grinning to herself.

Introducing herself as Lily (better to work with a fake name, she thought), she enquired about the possibility of a part time job here, emphasizing she was willing to work up to 'demands'. 

He pretended to think about it a while and then said: "I'm very agreeable to employing you, however, you need to do a trial shift to make sure you are up to the job. The name's Bob, by the way."

"Sure! Can I start now?" she said enthusiastically, leaning forward, giving him a good look down her deep cleavage.

"Of course! Go ahead! I'll be observing you. Here's the menus," he said, passing her a few stacks of menus. "Go serve that guy over there. He's been asking for you," he said pointing to a dark haired guy sitting in a secluded corner, motioning for her.

Ah! Great, that guy has a strong tinge of vitality as well. Yum.

Picking up a menu, she stride towards the guy, her white skirt fluttering in the drift she stirred up, revealing a hint of her pink thong, which Bob definitely noticed.

"Hi, I'm Lusty Lily, I'll be your waitress for tonight," she exclaimed, bending right over and placing the menu on the table, letting him have a good long look at the creamy tops of her smooth tits. "As you might have heard, this is my trial shift, so if I get it right, I'll be able to get the job. So get ready to enjoy the night!"

"Ooo!" the handsome dark haired guy said, his eyes popping open at the yummy cleavage not far from him, while glancing at the nice curve of her bent ass under the skirt. "Well, I'd like an appetizer first then. Any recommendations?"

"I'd recommend the Sexy Salad," she said cheekily, with wink. "It even comes with a promotion today!"

"What's that?"

"You'll have the luxury of me feeding you the salad. I'll throw in something as well. I'll undo the top button of my tube. How's that?"

"Sounds good. Get me one of those, babe."

Ling went off to put in the order, then undid the top button of her blouse, showing an even more generous amount of cleavage. She was pretty sure Bob approved, as she had 'accidentally' brushed her ass against the hard bulge in his pants. Smiling innocently, the salad soon arrived and she picked it up and went towards her lucky customer.

Sitting down beside him and placing the plate in front of him, she got ready to feed him the salad. His eyes alternated between her heaving bosom and her long slender legs, which were open slightly, as though inviting him to come closer. His erection pressed hard against his tight jeans. Damn, this chick was hot!

Feeding him the salad while noticing his roving eyes turned her on very much. Her nipples became hard and erected, showing clearly against the thin material of the top. The horny feeling in her groin crept up again. Boy, teasing was always such fun!

It wasn't long before the salad was all gone.

"Wasn't that tasty?" she asked, licking her lips sexily. "What would you like for your main course, Sir? Would you like to try the Tit-For-Tat-Burger?"

"Hmm... that sounds promising. I've never heard of it before. Could you describe what is it?"

"For that, I need to give you a live demonstration." She scooted closer to him, then undid another button of her tube top, leaving only one tiny button holding the tiny strip together. "The Tit-For-Tat Burger, like its name, looks exactly like two tits, Sir. Their size is around the size of my tits. Have a closer look."

Having a plausible excuse, the guy looked hungrily at the tits arrayed in front of him, wishing he could grab them.

Reading his mind, Ling added in: "the burger is very juicy yet tender, sir, just like how soft my tits are." Cupping her boobs, she then grabbed both of his hands and said: "Come, have a feel if you like" and placed them on her tits.

Surprised at first, he needed no more coaxing, and started grabbing and squeezing her tits, feeling damn horny when he found out how soft and bouncy her tits were.

Ling was feeling horny as well, with all the groping going on. She then said: "the burger also has two huge buds in the middle as well, just like my nipples here. Oh, they are not big enough, could you give them some pinching so I could show you how they really look like?"

Thrilled, he complied immediately, twisting and pinching the nipples protruding from the top, making them long, firm and hard. A small moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth, this guy certainly knew what he was doing.

After her nipples were much erected, she stopped him and asked him if he was willing to order the burger. He agreed amicably and she was on her way.

While waiting for the burger to be done, she stopped nearby Bob and flirted with him, asking him whether he was satisfied with her job so far. He nodded and grinned: "I'm sure your customer is very pleased as well. One day, I'll ask you to describe the entire menu to me as well."

Ling just smiled innocently and said: "Sure. Why not, boss?" while pressing her skirt against his hard on. He slid his right hand on her tight ass and gave it a tiny squeeze. She slapped his hand playfully away, saying she gotta get back to work.

Seeing that the burger had arrived, she brought the plate of food to her customer who was waiting patiently in his corner. She noticed that the zipper of his jeans was half open, which probably meant that he couldn't resist touching himself after all the temptations.

She sat down beside him again and asked him to dig in. The guy ate with gusto, probably hungry and horny. When he was done, he wiped his hands and looked at her in anticipation.

Ling was eager to expose more of her sexy body, she wanted, no, she needed admiration. She asked him: "Was the burger to your satisfaction, Sir? Maybe you need to see and touch my tits to compare the size and tenderness?"

His look said it all. He wanted it with all his heart, well maybe his dick in this case.

She slowly unclasped the last button, and her big creamy tits sprang forward, happy to be free from its tight constraint. Her nipples were large, pink and erected, with huge areolae circling them. 

He gave a moan of longing and lunged for them, squeezing and cupping her tits, while twisting and pinching the firm nipples. Oh, this babe has the best set of boobs he has ever seen!

After much intense groping on his part and some squirming around on her part (it was getting hard to control the passion in her groin), she tore herself away. He looked disappointed.

"Sir, you haven't ordered your dessert yet. Good things come in threes," she winked. Brightening up, he asked for her recommendation.

"Well... how about the Chocolate Puss? The ice cream will taste very nice with some juices" she said, a cheeky look in her eye.

"Ok, gimme that, babe."

She turned around and saw Bob who was heading just around the corner curiously. "Bob, be a dear and put in an order for the Chocolate Puss, will ya? I need to give this guy some special service" she said smiling seductively. 

Bob nodded and went off reluctantly, wishing he could see what was going to happen next.

With her back towards the guy, she bent right over, giving her an excellent view of her the pink lacey thong which was barely hiding much of her pussy, of course exposing most of her smooth tight ass.

Still bending over, she slowly took off her thong while saying: "My panties are a little damp from all the excitement. So I'm going to give them to you as a souvenir instead."

The guy was almost bursting with excitement. She handed him the pink lacey thong which he proceeded to have a smell, catching a whiff of her love juice. 

She quickly encouraged him to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him with his undies on. She then straddled both his legs with hers, showing him her shaven pink pussy lips.

Horny as hell, he couldn't resist anymore and started touching her clit with his right hand and groping her left boob with his left hand. She gasped with pleasure. He then inserted two fingers into her pussy and started fingering her vigorously.

By this time, Bob had came back with the ice-cream in a cup, keen to see what was going on. What he saw pleased him very much. 

She then grabbed the cup of ice cream and ordered the guy: "Eat your ice cream off my tits... off my pussy!"

He obeyed and slapped both scoops of ice cream on her amazing boobs and started sucking and licking her tits, biting her nipples, causing her to squirm in enjoyment. The ice cream melted against her hot body and dribbled downwards to her pussy.

She then laid down on the chair and he leaned forward to lick and play with her pussy, lapping up all the ice cream. Her pussy was throbbing crazily with all the teasing. 

Ling was too far gone now to care who was watching her and demanded: "I need your hard dick inside my pussy NOW!"

The guy complied hurriedly, whipped out his dick which was a good eight inches and pretty thick as well and shoved it hard into her pussy. "Oh! That's it, baby. Give it to me. FUCK ME HARD!"

He grinded into her hips, pounding her pussy well and hard. She moaned pleasurably, her tits bouncing up and down with all the activity. She flicked a glance at Bob and saw that he was rubbing his dick, stroking it up and down, masturbating while looking at them two fucking.

"Come Bob... suck my tits please..."

Bob hurried towards the horny couple and starting fondling her tits. The other guy did not miss a beat and continued fucking this hot chick. 

Her pussy was so damn tight! I'm going to cum soon, he thought, still pummeling her pussy.

"Baby, ohhh!! I'm cuming! I'M CUMMING!" he yelled, squirting all his juices into her. This brought her to a climax and she came at the same time as well.

He instantly slumped against the chair, totally weakened. This was the effect Ling had on all the guys she had sex with so far. Sex transferred their vitality to her, and after a few seconds, she felt ready and horny again.

She saw Bob was looking at her hopefully. She advanced towards him then stopped, her pussy inches away from his erect dick.

"So...Bob. Do you think I'll get the job?"

"Definitely, girl. You will be a great asset to the restaurant."

"Mmmm...that's great! Would you like to collect your reward?" She whispered in his ear, then laid down on the table top, and opened both her legs wide, showing how wet and excited her pussy was.

The look on his face told that this was probably the luckiest night of his life. A hot chick inviting him to fuck her.

"Of course," he said, but he had other ideas. He grabbed her, spun her back towards him, pushed her to bend over, flipped her skirt up, then shoved his hard dick into her pussy. 

Groping her boobs from the back while pinching the nipples as well, he started slowly grinding his dick deep into her pussy. The sound of him slapping against her tight ass made sure it wasn't before long before he was groaning in pleasure and quickly started pounding her pussy hard.

Ling could feel an orgasm coming on fast and gripped his thighs tightly. Bob suddenly came with a shudder, spurting out more cum into her already very wet pussy. He felt weak and sat down on the floor with a thump.

Feeling exhilarated, Ling rested on the chair for awhile before putting back on her tube top, but only doing one button. The two guys were still out with exhaustion. 

But she knew that after this encounter, they will be unable to control their horniness, bound forever by the magic of the Succubus. They will try to fuck every living thing in sight, she grinned.

Walking out of the restaurant, she wondered, that actually sounds like me. 

Well, who cares, I feel so powerful now, she thought, I can't wait to see what happens after this!



Rebirth Ch. 04



The ends of her hair tickling her chin, Mac stood outside the cabin, her eyes trained on the white scenery but not seeing it. The snow fall stopped some time during the night and the sun was attempting to make an appearance, its light bouncing like crystals off the snow. A calm breeze blew through, barely moving the snow-laden trees.

After a tense breakfast, she retreated here to gather her thoughts and sort through the confusing array of feelings that churned in her heart. 

I love you. 

His three words still echoed in her head. One part of her heart rejoiced, telling her to grab onto that something so infinitely precious with both hands. The other part told her run in the other direction and never look back. The panicky emotion surprised her. Only that morning the thought that this might be more than a series of one-nightstands made her happy. So why was the voicing of the sentiment so scary to her?

Did she return his feelings? Was it love that made her heart swell with longing and tighten with apprehension of the mysterious, uncharted territory? It was daunting the way she needed him. Hardly a simple matter of want, she was being overwhelmed by desire for him. Desire to be close to him and inhale his heady scent. Desire to hear him speak, to listen to the deep tones of his voice, to see him laugh. Desire to have his body locked within hers as they moved so sweetly together.

Had he cast some sort of spell over her? 

She shook her head. That made no sense. Why would he, a fine specimen of male deliciousness by anyone's standards, come to the middle of nowhere to hypnotize a plain Jane like herself when he could probably get any woman he wanted without the use of magic?

There were so many differences between them that spelt doom for their budding relationship. He was immortal. She was not. He had a dangerous job in keeping an entire species safe. She was not sure she could handle knowing he went into dangerous situations. He was not only the great mythical bird but had a dark force invading him that could mean the end of the world as humans knew it. 

The list was long but the similarities between them railroaded the depressing log. They both had demons to deal with. There was a loneliness they both harbored and understood. They were dynamite together, the lust exploding whenever they were within each other's reach. Even now, it was all she could do not to rush back into his arms and drown in the passion that was sure to ignite. 

Ironically the possibility of him losing control of whatever ailed him was less intimidating than her being in love him and vice versa. 

Why?

The question barely trailed off before memories she tried to forget gripped her mind. The disapproving stares of her parents mixed in with Grayson standing over her, the latest beating leaving her comatose and aching all over. But as much as she hurt, it was the way her body reacted to his repulsive touch that hurt the most, his words adding insult to injury. Your whore's body is only of use to sinful men who've lost their way. No man can love a slut like you.

His words had weaved themselves into her thought patterns, dominating her actions, diminished her perception of herself and what she was worth. She never realized just how her parents' aloof treatment traumatized her or how thoroughly a dead man controlled her. But another man's face and words rose to overpower the toxic recollections.

I love you. 

Aiden's words echoed once more like a ghost's whisper. He'd seen her at her worst, seen her cry, bared the brunt of her temper without provocation yet he made her laugh when she thought she never would again, made her embrace the sexuality a crazed man used against her and because of him she wanted to face the future as more than just a broken woman hiding atop a mountain. Because of him she wanted to be more, to be better. Because of him she already was.

Doubt still crowded in though. She was afraid of losing control of her emotions. Her past showed how ill-equipped she was at handling them. What if she loved only to lose him? Could she deal with another crippling emotional journey?

But avoiding love did not make it go away. Neither did it make the feeling any less intense. She was determined to break the mold of fearful recluse and if this was step one on the path of freeing herself, she would face it head on, glory in the happy, passion filled times and deal with whatever emotional hurdles were thrown her way.

She did not know when they welled up but a tear rolled down her cheek and froze before it hit the ground. A next followed close behind. Then another. She had cried many, many times over the last few years but this time was different. It was freeing. With every tear that fell, a little more of her hurt vanished. With every tear she took back a little more of herself. 

With sudden clarity she realized that her retreat to the isolated cabin was a punishment of sorts. Until that moment, she did not realized how much she blamed herself for the events that led to her capture and subsequent torture. Her molester's face crept up like it always did but this time she did not cower. This time she faced it, challenged it, dared it. This time she defeated it. She faced the years of pain and accepted what had been and with a strength she did not know she possessed, she determined what would be.

There would be no more hiding. 

The sounds of the mountain soothed her as warmth hit her cheek. She looked up to see the sun break through a particularly heavy cloud, its warm rays caressing her. The young woman she had been smiled as her essence dissolved and a new stronger Mackenzie rose from the ashes.

****

Aiden paced the cabin. Though they were separated, he could feel Mac's emotional turmoil. Thinking that he was the cause was killing him and the effort of respecting her wish for privacy made sweat break out over his skin.

He told her he loved.

The moment the words left his mouth, the stiffening of her body and the shuttered look in in her eyes told him he spoke too early but he could not muster any regret at voicing his love. What he felt could not be summarized in a four-letter word and given a lifetime, he was sure he would never be able to completely express what she meant to him. He was damned near obsessed with her, her scent, her taste, the way her face lit up every time she smile, the way her body devoured his when she climaxed. Everything she did was so mysterious and enhancing and if that was not love, he did not want to be consumed by an emotion greater than this. He would not survive.

He was scaring her with his intensity and he was sure the incident that morning was far from helpful to his cause. How could he ask her to accept so much on such a short acquaintance? He accepted the darkness as part of himself a long time ago and it was his mission to contain it, his role as humanity's protector standing true. He'd debated whether he should confide his biggest secret in her but in the end the decision had already been made. He needed her total acceptance of him, the good and the bad. The two were inseparable.

She had been gone for quite some time and the walls were closing in on him. It was the reason why he never stayed indoors for long periods. Even in his former life, his main residence had been remote, hours form the nearest road and surrounded by miles and miles of forest. The wildness in him longed to break free and he knew that only her soothing touch, only gazing upon her splendor would calm the raging beast.

A flash of white on the rocking chair caught his attention and he picked up the sketch of himself, humbled by the way she portrayed him. It was like a window to his soul. Most of him was covered in shadows, emotions that he wanted to protect her from depicted with painful clarity. The darkness of his nature was not something he was proud of but she made it beautiful and had he not known it was he in the drawing, he would have sympathized with the poor soul.

Other parts of him were drawn in startling clarity. His eyes blazed with heat and he remembered watching her, pencil in hand, fingers moving with a confidence he found sexy, wishing that they played on his cock with the same dedication. His nose could only be described as stubborn but she added a softness he would not have described as part of his nature but was unlocked in her presence. It was alarming how much of him she saw. He'd never been this vulnerable, this exposed.

Her art studio called to him and, replacing the sketch, he pushed the door open, again hit with her true aura. Restless energy concentrated here and he could picture her, focused and in her element, paint splattered on her cheek and clothes. He hoped to watch her create one of these emotion capturing portraits one day. His cock twitched at the thought. Was there anything she did he did not find sexy?

He went to the piece he'd been most attracted to yesterday and touched the edge of the painting, feeling the helpless anger coming off the piece. It was dominated by reds and blacks, their ribbons wrapping around the focus of the work who was clearly female even though her face remained hidden. Shadows covered her body with only the barest hints of flesh, elusive lines swathing her like scars. There was beauty, grief, weakness and strength, the masterpiece making his eyes itch to shed a tear yet he admired the strength of the faceless woman who was undoubtedly a representation of the artist, wanting to celebrate her magnificence with a smile. The volatile mix of emotion revealed called to him and only reaffirmed that this woman belonged at his side, in his bed, in his life, in his heart.

The front door slammed only a millisecond before her fragrance wafted around him. Her pussy was hot and inviting and he comforted himself in the fact that despite whatever doubts afflicted her, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Soon her figure was outlined in the studio's entrance, golden light attracted to her. Her hair was windblown, her cheeks pink, giving her just loved look even though he could tell she'd being crying. Her gloves and coat were gone, only jeans, sweater and socks obscuring the view he wished to gaze upon. The fierce expression on her face made him cringe internally, for the first time thinking that she may not appreciate him entering her art domain without permission. Angry-looking steps closed the distance between them.

Oh shit, he thought, the mighty phoenix fearful of this tiny woman's wrath.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn-" The rest of his words were cut off as she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his head down to fused their lips in a kiss that left him confused and aroused. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and commanded his into the sensual play. Blood drained to his cock in a rush that made him dizzy. To steady himself and just to feel her body against his, his hands captured her hips and pulled her closer, grinding his throbbing hardness into her soft haven.

She released his lips just as suddenly as she grabbed him and her eyes trapped his. "I don't know where this is going but I want make the most of our time together."

He opened his mouth to speak, to reassure her of his intentions, but her finger at his lips stopped him. "No talking. Just feel."

She stepped away and still holding his gaze, she lifted the hem of her sweater. It dropped to the floor with a careless flicker of her wrist. His breath caught as he watched her shimmy out of the jeans, her flesh jiggling in all the right areas. Her socks followed its trek off her legs and landed next to the sweater. The plain white underwear beneath had no frilly designs, no lace and was not meant for seduction but was far sexier than anything out of a Victoria Secret catalog. He knew it was the woman beneath that made it so and clenched his fingers against the need to tear the scrapes away from her body. "You have no idea what you do to me. So fucking sexy!"

He did not mean to be crude but every ounce of discipline and proper decorum he learned went out the window at the sight of her silken globes pushing at the confines of her bra. Tongue feeling swollen, he imaged the organ drawing circles over the distended tips before he sucked each into his mouth.

Her eyes dilated like she sensed his thoughts. Or it may have been from the heated way his eyes scorched her length. Tongue wetting her lips, he followed the movement, indecent thoughts involving the pink tip running through his head, and almost missed what she said. "Tell me. What do I do to you?" 

She walked up to him slowly, an extra swagger in her hips, her eyes burning with an internal light. Boldly she cupped him through the sweats, squeezing in a way that made him shoot to his toes, descending with a shaky exhale. "Is your cock hard for me? Tell me, Aiden, is this what I do to you?"

This sexual siren before him was foreign but he already loved her. He searched her gaze to find determination and lust partnering to darken the soulful stare. She needed to dominate this session. He could only guess at her motivation but whatever inner demon pushed this outcome, the control she sought was hers to claim. Instinctively he knew just handing it over would not do. He was in for a seduction and was more than prepared to enjoy the ride. 

His head over her exposed neck, he licked. Her slightly salty tang made his tongue itch for another taste. He did not deny his desire and groaned at the next swipe. Close to her ear, voice lowered, he answered her question. "So much more than you will ever realize." He touched her parted lips with his, their labored breaths mixing. "I see these luscious lips and I picture them talking dirty to me, saying how much you want me, want you'd like me to do you and you to me and it's all I can do not to come on the spot." 

He rasped the nipple that pushed at the cotton, gently cupping the lovely weight. She shivered, her scent intensifying. "I remember the taste of these and I want to push my cock between as you squeeze me with all that softness. Will you let me fuck those sweet tits?"

The need to push her boundaries made him reckless. Her body stiffened slightly and he wondered if he'd gone too far but her head shifted until she ensnared him in her gaze and yet again he came to the conclusion that he did not need to coddle this woman. She was strong enough to handle him. Strong enough to handle them. 

"How would you like it, Aiden?" Her husky whisper washed over him and sent another rush of blood to his cock. "Fast or slow? Would you come on my chest? Or would you finish in my mouth instead? My pussy? I can give it all to you. Anyhow you'd like it, anytime, anywhere."

His body froze with shock only to shudder in the aftermath. The only reason he did not come right then and there was because the thought of not being joined with her in that moment of bliss was deplorable. A slow smile stretched his lips. "You give as good as you get, don't you, babe?"

She answered his smile with the age old way females lowered their lids, hiding secrets that always kept men coming back for more. They lifted to mesmerize him. "Always," she said.

He cupped her sex and mimicked her action on his cock, flicking her bean with his thumb and pushing at the entrance guarded by slick, wet cotton. "Such a pretty pussy!" 

A fresh surge of moisture warmed his hand and seeped out of the edges of her panties. "I want to spread those pussy lips and eat you until you beg for my cock. Then I'll fuck you so hard, so deep you will never be satisfied with any man but me."

His answer made her eyes darken further even as a blush lit her cheeks, shy Mac still lurking behind this fiery vixen. She was the perfect mix of naughty and sweet. Her hand continued the sensual caress that only made him grow harder and harder with every second. He pushed a finger past the barrier of her panties, rubbing along the center of her slit, sliding along her drenched nub with every upward motion. She moaned and her eyes closed on a sigh, hips straining for more. Her reaction was all he could hope for so when her hands slapped against his chest, he stumbled back in surprise. "This is my show, Aiden. Hands off until I say otherwise."

He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Sure, honey."

He lost his cocky grin when she stepped up to him and eyes on his, licked a flat brown nipple, her teeth grazing him. The bite of pain made his eyes narrow. She released him, licking its twin, gracing it with the same treatment. A kiss landed in the center and she licked a path over his chin and tasted his lips, pressing her curves against him. Breath whispering over his lips, she stated in a no nonsense tone, "My game. My rules. Understood?"

He liked this femme fatale. Very much. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she dragged the pants over his hips, lifting the material off his begging cock. With his help, she shucked them. Holding him by his jutting cock, she led him to a lone wooden stool and sat him down. "Don't move until I say. I'm going to blow your mind, my dear phoenix."

With a naughty grin, she descended. Making space for herself between his thighs, she knelt at his feet and if he'd seen anything more erotic, he could not remember. Head bent backward, her hair swept her back like golden threads. From her position he made out a few freckles on her nose and chest that he'd not noticed before. Like sprinkles of sugar they called to him, a sweet tooth he'd never known suddenly making an appearance. At the thought of sweet his mind immediate conjured the image of dripping melted chocolate all over her naked body, into every crack and crevice. He would start at her lips and lick his way down her length, giving her breasts special attention. 

His cock jumped thinking that would be a good time to collect of that promise to slide between those globes and spill his load over her porcelain skin. In gratitude, and because he was a greedy bastard unable to get enough of his favorite treat, he'd make sure he got that chocolate high in her crease and make her meal put of her. It would take out hours and hours but he'd ensure he got every bit of the sweetened delight out.

At the first swipe of her tongue he shuddered, his broken sigh echoing. Tiny licks teased his mushroom head before it was engulfed. He was helpless to prevent the jerk of his hips, his cock pushing deeper into her mouth. He grabbed the edges of the stool to keep his fingers from tangling in her hair, the wood crumbling with the tight grip. Her fingers grabbed his hips, controlling the tempo that built. He threw his head back on a harsh hiss of pleasure as his cock hit the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed, torturing him with the tight suction as her tongue swirled on the underside of his pulsing hard-on.

His eyes closed on a prayer as she slowly withdrew, the warm, wet pull tempered by the light scrape of tiny teeth at his sensitive tip. He swallowed a curse but could not stop his praise. "Damn, baby. Your mouth feels so good."

He looked back down in time to see her swallow his flesh once more, her saliva making his cock glisten. A flush heated his skin as she repeated her action. Staring into his eyes, she worked his length, both her hands moving in tight rotating actions that had him trembling, groans and growls rumbling in his chest. Her tongue licked and swirled, exploring with lazy abandon. Slowly she learned the blood-swollen topography, pausing to suck on his uncircumcised head, her hands following the direction of her mouth. Occasionally she popped his penis free to lick him up and down, his testicles getting a piece of the action. 

"Please, baby," he panted as the cock-hugging, moist clasp of her mouth engulfed him again, the fight to keep his hands off her ending as the cadence picked up, the sight of her lips stretched around him too much. His fingers tangled in her hair with the first helpless pump of his hips. His muscles clenched and his body temperature spiked, the approach of his climax imminent. Thighs shaking, pressure built at the base of his cock and his testicles tightened and rose like a bow being drawn, ready to launch. His vision tunneled and all he saw was her, all he heard was the slurping sound of her mouth surrounding him, all he smelt was the aroma of her pussy mixed with his precum and all he felt was pure, unadulterated heaven.




Rebirth Ch. 04



He tried to hold off, not wanting the feeling to end but pleasure exploded from his genitals and quickly engulfed every muscle. Even knowing what was coming, the ecstasy blindsided him and his hoarse cry called for the one person that was real to him at that moment, for the one person keeping him grounded to this earth.

"Mac!"

****

Kneeling at Aiden's feet, Mac watched him become undone. A deep set satisfaction took hold as his seed shot onto her waiting tongue, the flavor making her taste buds sing their appreciation. Feminine power gave her a euphoric high. He trembled beneath her touch. Glazed with passion, his eyes dilated until most of the blue was erased by the expansion of his pupils. 

She squirmed and the sensual feeling of her nether lips rubbing against each other, the feeling of her clit rasping against her panties made her gasp. She slowed her rhythm, licking at the vestiges of his climax until he was clean, loving each ripple of his muscles and every quaver that ripped through his thighs. She freed him and rising, she got rid of her panties, the need to have him nestled within her too strong to be ignored any longer. Praying that the stool held their weight, she used the horizontal bars that connected the legs to swing her leg of his hips and straddled him, his hands on her ass keeping her from sprawling on the floor. 

Their eyes never lost contact and there was no need for words. Her lips brushed his and she swiveled her hips, his still hard cock finding a smug seat between her lower lips. Up and down she rode, the mushroom head butting her bud with one movement only to nudge her entrance with another. Only a quick circular movement kept his cock out of her vagina as she teased them both, unable to stop the small moans that escaped her. He seemed in the same predicament if the low growl that vibrated his chest was any indication. 

"Take me, baby." The words were a combination of command and pleading, low and rough. His body poised at her entrance, she sank onto him slowly unable to deny the need reflected in his tone when her body screamed at her to do as he wished. Together they watched his body invade hers, her dewy flesh straining to accommodate his girth. Heat speared and her breath came in heavy inhales and shaking exhales. A drop of perspiration ran down her back and made her shiver with the added sensation. Like her tremor was transferred to him, his body copied the movement.

His cock seated at the hilt, she rose off him until only the bourgeon head remained seated. She pushed back down, this descend just as nerve-tingling as the first. Her pussy quaked in reaction, grasping at him in an effort to keep his heat within her forever. A steady pace built as she rode him.

He nuzzled her chest, his mouth latching onto her nipple through the bra. Her breast stung with the need for unobstructed contact. Aiden must have had the same thought since he tore the material with a forceful tug. The bra parted down the center, briefly holding the weight of her breasts before Aiden's ravenous mouth pushed the ruined cups aside and resumed his lusty feeding. A hand pushed the straps off her shoulders and soon the undergarment brushed her ass on its fall to the floor.

Slow and steady did not cut it anymore and the slap of wet pussy swallowing hard cock increased in speed, harmonious with the echo of sweat-slick skin smacking and groans for more. Harder and faster her hips slammed down onto his, pushing his tool deeper until her thighs ached but it was not enough. He licked and nibbled at any skin within his reach but the tight control still kept his hips from jackhammering into her. She needed to free the beast, to be taken in the most primitive manner. "Please, Aiden." 

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her neck taut and pushing her hard nipples in the air. She hissed from the prick of pain. She moaned from the backlash of pleasure. His eyes blazed with a ferocious light, something that would have made fear slither down her back only yesterday. Now it made her nipples and sex tighten, craving his ascendancy. 

"Tell me. I need to hear it," he growled in her ear, his hand on her body sure to leave evidence of his claim.

"Fuck me!" Her crude shout bounced off the walls only one second before she screamed, "Yes, Aiden! Oh God!" 

The savagery on his face as his dominance broke free was a thing of unsurpassed beauty. He rotated his hips and impossibly slipped deeper into her. She cried out in delight, squirming at the incredible fullness. Latching onto a nipple, his hips pounded up into hers, his arms holding her close, his hold unbreakable. She gripped his hair and tried to hold onto reality but it was a useless fight as she shot into another dimension of gratification, her body breaking into convulsions.

He did not let her descend from her peak. His hands cupped her behind and he lifted them off the seat, hips still driving into hers. In a whirlpool action he placed her on her feet and had her bended over the stool, his cock back in her so fast it was like he was never gone. He pushed her forward until she straddled the wood. Her back arched, the position making him feel impossibly deep. The furniture rocked with the power of his jabs, her breasts bouncing to his tune. She sobbed, her g-spot hyper sensitized, his cock stroking the inflamed flesh. Her clit rubbed against the smooth wood, the round seat keeping her thighs spread. 

His hand landed on her behind and she froze in shocked pleasure. She'd never been spanked before and was unsure if she liked it. He did it again and her doubt evaporated. She pushed back onto his thrusts, feeling exposed and caring less and less as he spread her ass cheeks. His thumb pressed at her backdoor in tiny rotating shoves but he did not give her time to think about the intrusion as he smacked her heated flesh again. Although he did not penetrate her, the resulting pleasure threw her unexpectedly off that ledge again and she was left gasping, hardly hearing his words. "Such a tight little ass! I bet it'll fit my cock like a glove. Will you let me fuck you here, Mac? Say yes." 

His words made her already wildly contracting pussy squeeze him tighter, his voice was not cajoling. It was a command, one which she did not fight. "Yes! Anything you want, just don't stop." She would consent to anything right then despite anal play being another first for her.

"I'll take care of you, baby. You'll love it," he promised. One hand on her hip, the other on her breast, he managed to penetrate her at a deeper angle. His teeth latched on her shoulder and the picture of mating between wild cats flashed through her head only to be dissolved by the wildfire of sensation sweeping through her. Her body jerked and shuddered, trying to get away from the intensity only to be met with the fierce strumming of his fingers on her clit. His body followed the move, pushing harder and harder into her, straining toward his pleasure and like a triggered minefield, she was blasted from every angle, one explosion after another making her scream and beg, chanting his name a prayer.

"Mac, baby, oh shit! Yes, squeeze me. Just like that. Fuuuuuck!" His length pushed at her walls, his climax increasing his already sizable circumference as his semen bathed her in warm sprays. His arms tightened around her, hips continuing their insistent stab into her orgasming trough before he slammed against the entrance of her womb one last time and they both groaned. He slumped against her, his warmth covering her back, his skin slick against hers. The ruined edge of the chair dug into her thighs but she was far too sated to care. Their combined juices escaped her center and flowed down her leg, intensifying the scent of sex. She shook with the tiny explosions that stilled rocked her core.

She had no idea how much time passed before he moved, the slide of his exiting cock making her shudder. Gently, he lifted her, turning her around. Her legs trembled from their exertion and he hauled her high on his chest. Cool air briefly touched her spread crease before her clit brushed warm skin and she moaned. She wrapped her legs loosely around him. He was just as wet from their workout as she, his hair forced into damp curls. Like her, he still breathed a little faster than normal, the same satisfaction she felt reflected in his heavy gaze. He gently pushed her hair away from her face and pulled her head down for a kiss that brought tears to her eyes.

****

Mac and Aiden were lying in the rumpled bed, her head cradled over his chest, hand over his heart. The pillows were on the floors except for the one floral covered padding Aiden managed to recover. They spent the most of the day making love, breaking only for much needed sustenance and bathroom visits. Almost every available surface doubled as a cushion for their mostly frantic coupling before they finally made it up to the bedroom, the latest lovemaking session leaving them body sweaty and satisfied. The setting sun washed the room in warm colors and vague shadows.

She was still shocked by the things she said and did but could not muster any regret. Aiden had a way of making her feel safe to express her desires without shame or consequences. Her body felt well used but her eyes traced the powerful muscles of his arms and still the ache to have him in her, surrounding her, over her was not diminish by the hours of excess. The delicious soreness in her pussy should have curbed her fervor but only made her crave more. His semi-erect cock brushed her thigh and immediately flared to life, letting her know she was not in this boat of endless arousal alone. She rose onto her forearms and straddled his hips, his cock brushing her folds, her sex ever ready to receive him. 

"Doesn't your body have an off switch?" she teased, her body on the opposite end of complaining.

His hand cupped her cheek, softly kissing her lips, his expression and body language languid despite the insistence push of his cock. "Where you're concerned? Nope. I won't ever get enough."

She smiled and returned his kiss. "Good to know."

She rubbed against him and he lightly tapped her behind, caressing the sweet ache away. He nuzzled her neck, the tickle of his breath making her giggle. His fingers touched her sides and her mirth bubbled over. "Aiden, no," she warned.

"Whatever do you mean?" Innocence lit his face even though he found a particularly ticklish spot, making her squirm and laugh even harder. 

She smacked his shoulder, trying to roll away. He followed and trapped her. Not to be outdone, she discovered a few ticklish areas on him as well, low on his abdomen most susceptible. They rolled around like mischievous children, laughter filling the room, the bed becoming even more disheveled. Eventually their play took on a more sexual edge and laughter turned in moans of pleasure. He pushed into her, their lovemaking slow. Loving his weight blanketing her, she rose to meet the leisurely slide of his cock, their hands softly caressing, words of desire whispering around them. Their mutual climaxes were pronounced with low sighs, lazy smiles and unhurried kisses.

He returned them to their previous position, their connection unbroken. They enjoyed a few more sipping kisses before she laid her head on his chest. She may have dozed, Aiden's heartbeat below her ear the best lullaby. The time passed in a hazy cloud but at some point the sun slipped below the horizon. Soft candle light bounced off the walls and she did not question the occurrence, getting used to Aiden's rapport with fire. The silence was broken when he said, "I'll be leaving soon."

The comforting lethargy departed as tension invaded her muscles. Despite the last few hours, she knew this discussion was coming and she was determined to face it with her new can-do spirit. "Your rebirth?"

His hand stroked her back as if to comfort her. "Yes, but it will only take a few months."

She sat up and looked into his eyes, not missing the way his gaze dropped to the gentle sway of her breasts. "And then what, Aiden?"

His gaze did not waver. "Then you marry me."

She gasped, his proclamation catching her unawares. "Is that a proposal?"

"No," he said and she tried to tell herself she was not disappointed but the lie would not stick. "It's a promise. I'm not giving you the chance to tell me no. We will marry, Mac. Today, tomorrow, it does not matter when but it will happen."

A breath she'd not been aware that she was holding whooshed out of her but she stifled the shimmer of tentative hope that blossomed, recalling all the obstacles that made a life for them impossible. "This can't work, Aiden."

"Why not? Is it because of what happened this morning?"

"Yes... no." She could not cower behind the lie. "It's not that, although that's part of it. We're two totally different people. You're a hero, Aiden, and I'm just that girl next door. You're going to live forever and my number may be up any minute. I can't stand growing older while you remain young and find someone else. "

He cupped her cheeks and pulled her down to give a hard, reprimanding kiss. "Is that what you're concerned about? Baby, no. That's never going to happen, even if that were the case but we can be together. Forever."

"How?"

He hesitated briefly. "My blood. Drinking my blood gives immortality. You would not have any of the powers but you would live as long as I do."

"Like a vampire?" She could not hide her revulsion.

"Sort of. It only has to be done once and that's it."

Everlasting life. For some people, the very idea was a dream come true but not her. She believed knowing her time on her earth was limited was what made it precious. Could she give up her mortality for a man she was not sure she loved? 

He broke through her depressing thoughts, another kiss, gentler than the last, heating her lips. "There's no rush, sweetheart. We have plenty of time. I love you, Mac and that won't change no matter what you decide."

This was the first time he repeated the words since their slip that morning and a worry she had not acknowledge smoothed into relief. The urge to say them in return was strong but she held back, not sure if she was being swept up in the moment or if the warmth in her heart was the real deal.

"It's okay, babe, you can say them when you're ready." Her heart melted at his understanding although she felt that this one-sided emotional vulnerability was unfair to him. She opened her mouth to tell him as much but he captured her lips. Her thoughts shattered into a mosaic of feelings that all concentrated on her center. He reversed their positions and settled between her thighs. Their lips broke apart and he rose to his knees, then off the bed. His cock jutted out and she marveled again that he fit in her so perfectly, the physics of it seeming so unlikely. He fisted his length and pumped up and down, a half smile tipping his lips. "But in the meantime, I can make sure you can't live without me, without this."

He said the words teasingly but she feared they were already true, her heart clenching in longing.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt on the rug. Spreading her legs out and up, he positioned himself and cock in hand, rubbed the precum-slick head over and between her puffy lips, giving her clit special attention. At the caress of hot man flesh, she lurched forward in pleased surprise, her head falling back on her shoulders, her back arching. Frustration built as he teased her, only allowing the tip of his cock to dip into her before retreating. "Hurry, Aiden. Don't make me wait."

His penetration just as shallow, he pulled back and lashed her bud, soothing the sting with another caress of his cock. Her moan was loud and long but his next words made her eyes narrow at him. "Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart." 

She wanted to smack him. The desire must have shown on her face since he laughed. "Come on, Mac. Don't you know half the fun is in the anticipation?"

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she pushed herself onto her elbow and grabbed his shaft. "Don't you know you shouldn't leave your woman waiting? She's liable to get very grumpy."

Wondering when she started to think of herself as his, she slowly pushed him into her dripping well. They both sighed when he was seated at the hilt. But he was not done teasing her. 

"Even if the reward is worth the wait?" He pulled away just as slowly and cock in fist, he rubbed her clit with his length, pulled back, thrusting into her with his next downward stroke. He repeated the tantalizing action as they both watched. She squirmed against the fullness, hooking her leg over his bottom to get him moving. His hands on her hips kept her still for his loving. Removing her wayward leg, he pulled it over his arm and sucked on her big toe. Still thrusting into her, he picked up speed only to slow down, keeping her poised over that precipice.

"Dammit, Aiden. I need more." She pushed at his shoulders and he sat back on his haunches with a laugh. That laugh died pretty fast as she sank onto him without preamble, wasting no time working his length. 

"Oh," he groaned, his hands behind him as he watched her. Using his chest to balance she built a rhythm, her motions jerky from her trembling thighs. He was not content to stay passive for long. Thrusting up into her, he used her hips as leverage to bounce her up and down on his pistoning cock. Her hair and breasts dipped and swayed with his mighty jabs. Her trembling increased tenfold as she fell head first into oblivion. Light-headed from the rush of sensation, she clung to him like a vine, grinding her quaking depths against him, telling him in explicit detail how good he made her feel. He answered likewise, his words describing the way her pussy spasmed around his cock, the hard jab of her nipples into his chest, how flushed and beautiful she was.

The world tilted and she was on the edge of the bed again. 

"Lie back and let me make you feel good, baby." He pushed her further up the bed and her thighs were pushed up, her slit spread. Before she could react, he laid his open mouth over her, sucking on the fleshy lips of her pussy, tongue curling around her hard nub. Her cry sticking in her throat, she grabbed onto his hair. He swiped his tongue from her pussy's entrance to her clit, the delicious friction making her shiver. "Like that?"

"Harder," she commanded, her voice a husky growl. His tongue probed her, licking at her walls, reaching an impossible depth. "Oh yes, kiss me there. Right there. Ohhhh!"

She pinched her nipples as she rode his mouth, any embarrassment she felt at her brazen behavior having to wait until later. Her eyes rolling back in her head, she climaxed again. She panted from the intensity, her toes reaching for the sky only to curl, the sound of popping muscles competing with her cries. 

"Give me all that sweetness, baby. Come in my mouth." His voice washed over her, pushing her higher, the orgasm going on and on until she feared she'd shatter from the overindulgence. He petted her as she slowly regained her grip on reality.

Her eyes opened to find him standing over her, his cock, wet and hard immediately capturing her attention. Hands on her waist he lifted her and dropped her in the center of the bed. She squeaked in surprise, a bark of laughter escaping her. The burst of humor died as the bed dipped with his weight. He stalked her on all fours, the predator back. Suddenly she got the urge to flee and without thought she turned onto her side in an attempt to scramble out of his reach. He caught her easily. His hand closed over her ankle and jerked her back into position. Relief pulsed through her, making her realize that she wanted to be caught by him.

Restraining her hands above her head, he forced himself between her thighs, his cock finding home with eerie precision. He slammed into her with enough force that the headboard banged against the wall. His body was slick with sweat, his hair fell into eyes that demanded something from her. He looked dangerous, hard and unforgiving. "You're mine, Mac. Let me hear you say it."




Rebirth Ch. 04



Mine.

Such a simple word yet her heart answered it was an exulting cry and in that moment she knew she loved him. Her heart, body and soul belonged to him and she knew she would never come close to ever feeling this strongly for another in this lifetime or the next. And so she gave him the surrender he craved. "Yours."

Like the words cut the invisible threads that kept his control from unraveling, he lost it. The cloak that hid his rough edges was shed until nothing but untamable wildness remained. Stripped of the mask of civility, she saw him as he was. A conqueror with no rules but his own. A man who needed a woman strong enough to handle his hardness, to sooth his battle-scarred soul and match his fervor.

She was that woman. 

For as long as she could stay in his arms she would remain and forever would not be long enough. The mortality she viewed as a treasure no more than a few minutes ago suddenly felt like an unwanted barrier.

Letting go of her hands, he braced her legs over his shoulders and used his weight to keep her pinned and spread for his relentless passion. Her butt lifted off the mattress, she could do not but received his rough loving. She reveled in his lusty hunger, gladly receiving his forceful strokes, her nerves exploding in rapture. 

The approach of his orgasm crested with the force of a tidal wave as he pushed harder and harder into her, his tight buttocks flexing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. He swelled and stuffed her to extremities. That first spurt of come hit her walls as he shuddered in her arms. His head came down on her chest as he groaned and grunted his pleasure, her own cries rising in volume. He clutched her tight to him. "By Ra, I love you, Mac."

Her hands swept his back, her nails sure to leave her mark on him as she followed him once more into that bottomless ocean.

****

Long into the night their bodies lay intertwined, hands knowingly caressing, mouth tasting and savoring. But mostly they talked, their low voices cocooning them in a loving circle made more apparent by the howl of the wind outside, the snowfall starting up again.

Just before the break of dawn, Aiden's head lay over Mac's belly. Time ticked away and the heaviness of his limbs confirmed they only had mere minutes left. His time had come but for once he looked forward to the next millennium of his life. He now had a reason to. 

He caressed the flat surface and imagined it round with child. She had so much love to give, so much goodness packed into her tiny body. She tried to downplay her heartbreak at being unable to conceive but he felt it almost like it was his own. 

The world was full of inequality but he had always felt separate from it all, a loner who could only watch. This was the first time he felt connected to another and he could not bear the injustice. The flaming tear was forced from his eyes, sliding down his cheek, hanging precariously for a moment. Their eyes met and the drop fell onto her stomach. Like a match falling onto a sea of oil, it burst and spread. She gasped but he knew she felt no pain. It died as quickly as it began, her skin absorbing the healing liquid. "What did you do?"

He did not answer her. Instead he laid a kiss over her belly button, holding her gaze prisoner. She swallowed as electricity raced beneath his mouth. Getting to his knees, he pulled her across his knees, her feet locking at his back. Slow and easy, he penetrated her slickened rose, her tightness hurting so good. She sighed and their lips met in a slow expression of want and need that was more than sexual. They pushed and glided against each other in a rhythm older than time, the sweet friction filling the air.

He kept his touch light, wanting her know how much he appreciated this gift she bestowed upon him, how much he appreciated her. With a deep set desperation he needed to show her that this was forever. He crossed in legs in an Indian stance and inclined her over his arms. Her legs were sprawled around his waist. He buried his face in her cleavage and resumed his strokes. They both shuddered at the increased depth and sensation. Her fingers cradled his head to her and she kissed his neck and shoulders as he sucked a hard berry into his mouth. 

He felt that first clenching of muscles that signaled her impending release. Time was displaced as he looked into her eyes, seeing his reflection in the glazed brown circles. Her nails scorched his back as she touched her lips to his. They breathed each other in and his climax built, sending fire racing up and down his back and legs as a chill at his nape made his hair stand on end. 

Her pussy clamped down on him with a vise grip of wet, warm silk and they melted into one another as the supernova of pure pleasure settled them into an infinite afterglow of happiness. Nothing compared to the serenity that engulfed him. He looked down at her and reverence at her magnificence stunned him.

After they lay together, her back to his chest. Her eyelashes fanned over her cheek and he watched her sleep, burning her memory into his brain. His lips uttered a soft chant and the internally gears shifted as he planted a tiny part of himself in her, making her body stronger and able to heal faster that a normal human's. The ancient magick also ensured that he would always be able to find her no matter the distance or time between them. 

Brushing her lips with his for the last time, he got out of the bed. He took one last look at her before turning away.

****

Mackenzie awoke from her slumber and straightaway knew Aiden was no longer next to her but still she reached for him. She found only cool sheets. Sitting up she looked around and a bright yellow glow came through the window. Hastily she got out of bed and throwing the blanket around her, she bolted down the stairs. Running for the door, she only took the time to don her boots. All she knew was the urgency to get to him. "Aiden!"

The snow made the trek difficult but she fought her way to where he stood, emitting light like a small sun. Naked and looking to the heavens, a shroud of lonely strength surrounded him. Their eyes met across the space and what she knew in her heart was confirmed. He was leaving.

The transformation from man to bird halted her progress as she gaped in awe. Flaming wings arched from his back as feathers covered him until Aiden was no more and the phoenix took his place. He was easily three times his normal size, powerful claws digging into the white carpet. His eagle's body glittered like gold. A tail of fire like that of a peacock's stretched out behind him. Eyes shinier than any diamond stared at her. 

The need to be closer to him pushed her to eliminate the gap until no more than a foot separated them. His head bended until his feathery cheek lay against hers. Heat radiated off him like a furnace but it drew her closer to him, brushing her soul. 

"Don't leave. Please," she whispered as her eyes burned with unshed tears, knowing no good would come of her plea. 

His beak did not move but his words rang clearly. Don't cry, my love. Just like the bird, his voice had an eerie tranquility. I will be reborn and I will come for you. No matter where you are I will find you. Wait for me.

"I will. I promise." She clutched at him, her fingers bunching in downs as soft as silk, and closed her eyes. 

Like sand in a wind storm he melted away until she was left grappling at nothing but air. 

"I love you, Aiden," she said, wishing she'd told him before he left. She could only hope that her actions showed what she was too afraid to say, vowing that she'd tell him every day for the rest of forever when he returned, having absolute faith that he would.

I love you too.

The words echoed around her, just as the sun's first rays burst from below the horizon. Despite the weight that settled in her heart, she smiled. Yes, he would return and she'd be waiting because a life without him was unimaginable. "Come back to me."

Soon, my love. 

****

Aiden open his eyes to the bland expanse of the endless unremarkable terrain in his mind. The air was stagnant. "Come to me," he commanded, instantly feeling the atmosphere's displacement. The darkness came from afar, quickly eating up the land and closed in tighter than ever until nothing but the walls that kept his other half imprisoned were visible.

Aiden did not blink but there he was, the one he came to defeat. The two stared at each other from across the distance before Evil Aiden let out a gurgle of bleak amusement. "I have to say I'm surprised, Aiden. You've never sought me out before. Never thought you had the balls. What's the special occasion?"

"It's time we end this. Only one of us walks out of here the victor." To show the seriousness of his words, Aiden released his flames and like a shield, the orange plumes surrounded him. 

Evil Aiden's smile was slow and full of satisfaction. Doing the same, darkly red flames surrounded his foe, the release of power shaking the unstable world, showing how close he was to breaking free. "I have been waiting for this for a long time, Aiden. To show you who's the master of this power." 

A shiver of something too reminiscent of fear ran down Aiden's back. How was he to defeat himself, his own evil desires? "Why don't you stop happing and let's finish this."

Evil Aiden cocked his head to the side. "Why are you in such a hurry to lose? You know that's the only outcome."

Preying on the creature's vanity, Aiden said, "That seems unlikely when you're just a shadow of me. I bet it kills you to know that's what you'll ever be."

That made the smile drop from the dark eyed being's face and with a burst of supernatural speed Evil Aiden rushed at him. Expecting a full frontal attack, Aiden's flames immediately erected a barrier in front of him only to have Evil Aiden disappear, the blow coming from above instead. The two flames met, the resulting pressure release materializing to form a mushroom cloud like that of a nuclear explosion. 

Their surroundings shook harder, the crack of wall audible. With a show of strength Aiden forced his adversary to retreat. With a smirk, Evil Aiden disappeared. A search of the darkness revealed nothing. The fact did not seat well with Aiden. This was his mind. Evil Aiden should not be able to hide from him. The phenomena would not have occurred unless Evil Aiden conquered even more of his subconscious.

A shift in the air was his only warning. Taking the opportunity, Aiden lashed out, the blow catching Evil Aiden's sneak attack. Unfortunately Aiden was not the only one who landed a blow, the force of the hits pushing them part.

Aiden wiped the line of blood away from his jaw and Evil Aiden mimicked him. "I'd same we're off to a great start. Wouldn't you, oh mighty phoenix?"

No, he wouldn't.



Rebirth Ch. 05



Ling woke up, feeling rested from a deep slumber. All the extra activity recently made sure she needed her beauty sleep. Not that she couldn't look stunning in the blink of an eye, she thought, running her hands over her firm shapely breasts. This caused a sudden surge of tingling up from her pussy, signaling it was time for more relief.

After a few bouts of waitressing at the seedy restaurant, she had earned quite a huge sum of money (from her substantial salary and tips), which was enough for her to move to the city and start a new life. She had applied to go to university there and take up a major in acting; certain that it was in that line of work her life's work could be made.

She was moving next weekend but she knew there was some work undone left in the place she grew up. And all the plans have been laid in motion. It was today where she will exact her revenge on the two guys in her life that had made her into what she was now.

A few months back, Ling was an uglier version of the girl next door. Frumpy with a body that looked like a lanky teenage boy, she was in despair. However, one night, she had made a deal with the Succubus who appeared in her dream. It had offered her the magical power to change her face and body however she wants to and the only price she has to pay will be to share around her hot body made for sex. Remembering all the encounters that caused her much embarrassment and shame growing up, she had agreed in the end.

Since young, her older cousin, Meng Lee had always taunted and teased her, saying how ugly and unattractive she was and no guy will ever want her, causing her much hidden pain and tears. His good friend, Ben, whom she used to have a crush on, was kinder, always encouraging her to work hard to pursue her dreams. However, her dreams shattered the day she confessed to him that she liked him and all he could do was looked stunned and muttered that he thought of her as nothing more than a little sister... Besides, she wasn't what he was looking for.

Men! They were all so superficial! All they wanted was a hot girlfriend to fuck and they could show off with. They didn't care about how unique or funny a girl can be. All they cared was looks. Personality had no place at all.

So today, Ling was ready to claim her revenge on the two guys that made her into the sexy horny slut she was. The stage was set. Revenge is a dish best served hot! She chuckled in glee.

She had called both of them up a few days ago and told them she needed a favour. She needed to model some clothes for a friend's photography project and wondered if they would be willing to help in choosing the clothes and perhaps offer some professional opinion by taking a few pictures. Besides, she told them it would be nice to hang out with them one last time before she moves to the city.

They had hesitated, until she implied that she would make sure it will be "worth their time", hinting that she might ask one of her hot girlfriends over. Of course that wasn't true, she wasn't ready to share, yet.

Getting down from her bed and standing in front of the mirror, she admired her naked young nubile body. Stunningly sexy, she thought, cupping her creamy 36C round breasts, topped with pink nipples. She decided to add a few inches to her usually petite body, as she had a feeling the guys liked their women with long legs. She turned to her side and admired the long slender yet toned legs. Nice. 

Now, she needed a just-out-of-bed look yet still wild and sexy look. That's it, she thought, using her power, she turned her hair into a brunette dark brown, made it long, wavy and tousled. The last thing she needed to complete her package was to decide what to wear. She knows just the very thing to turn the guys on yet keep them at arm's length just for now.

The doorbell rang and Ling went down to open the door. The sight that greeted the boys made them swallow the lump in their throats.

Ling was looking surprisingly sexy, dressed only in an oversized men's shirt, with the low hem barely covering her ass and pussy. She knew they were definitely wondering if she was wearing any panties.

Well, it was even better when she noticed that they had a large of aura of vitality around them.

"I'm so sorry, guys, I overslept. Come on in first. I'll be ready in a sec okay," she apologized, ushering them into the living room. 

"Oh my god, it's such a mess here. What with mum and dad being away for a few days. Anyway, make yourselves at home. What do you guys wanna drink? Beers?"

Both of the guys nodded. Sitting down on the sofa, Meng Lee still looked like his usual self, dark haired and lanky guy, with tiny adorable eyes. With a DSLR slung over his shoulder, Ben was blonde, tall with yummy broad shoulders and a large muscled chest, was setting up his tripod. Looks like they are here on business, Ling thought, well so am I!

Opening the refrigerator door, she bent down and pretending to look for the beers, giving the boys an answer to what was below her shirt. Her nice ass was partially covered with cute white panties with pink polka dots!

Meng Lee almost got a heart attack. What was his cousin sister doing! Though he must admit, she does look cute and sexy in that. She certainly has grown from an ugly duckling into a swan, he thought. Ben still busying with his camera stuff, didn't notice, to Ling's dismay. Well, doesn't matter, they are going to do a lot of noticing soon!

"Here are the beers, guys. I'm going upstairs to change into the clothes my friend wanted me to model. I'll be back soon," she said, bounding up the stairs, her shirt flipping in the wind, revealing the cute panties again. This time, Ben did notice.

Closing her bedroom door quickly, Ling could feel her heart thumping loudly. It was so fun to tease guys who had taunted and embarrassed her last time. She was going to make them want her! This was only the start!

The guys were busy catching up when they were greeted with a vision coming down from the stairs. Ling was dressed in a slinky evening gown made from the flimsiest of material. Light purple with sequins, the dress clung to her like a second skin. The front was pretty low cut, revealing her ample cleavage, while the slit ran up to almost her right hip, showing that she must be only wearing a thong or maybe none at all!

"What do you think, guys?" she asked, while twirling her dress around. But she need not have asked, the looks on the guys' faces said it all.

Ben was the one who recovered first, clearing his throat, he said: "well, Ling, I must say, you certainly have grown much prettier in these years." Meng Lee could only nod in reply.

Ling stood straight, while Ben took a picture, thrusting her chest out and put her right foot forward, revealing a smooth slender thigh to the guys' hungry eyes. "Come over and feel the material. The sequins are pretty nice."

The guys stumbled forward, feeling shy and only felt around the corners of the dress.

"Sigh, guys, you should feel over here, these are the nicer parts" she said, grabbing Meng Lee's hand and put it on the sequined part of the dress over her left boob and Ben's hand over the small of her back, just above her ass, which seemed to stretch the dress nicely.

Reddened faces, they just touched a little of the dress and decided to withdraw their hands back respectfully. Ling then excused herself to change into another outfit. Looks like they need more encouraging, she gathered thoughtfully.

A few minutes later, she appeared in a schoolgirl-like outfit. Short checkered skirt, white thin buttoned top with a knot tied in front, revealing a flat toned abdomen. Her hair tied up in two long side ponytails and knee long white socks completed the outfit. She always knew that Meng Lee had a soft spot (more like a hard spot, she thought) for young school girls. She was going to fulfill his fantasy then!

She decided on an act cute pose – she flopped onto the floor with her knees inward, making a victory sign beside her face - well nothing wrong like being a typical Asian sometimes, she grinned. Ben clicked on the shutter faithfully.

"Come here, Meng Lee, I need you for another pose," she said, asking him to stand straight, and put his arms around her waist while she purposely pushed her bum into his groin, brushing upon his hard-on, causing a smile to curl around the corner of her lips.

"Ben, would you like one as well?"

"Oh... sure."

Ling got him to strand straight as well, while she kneeled in front of him and looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. She pushed out her ass, this time revealing to Meng Lee that she was wearing cute pink panties with a strawberry pattern. It looked as though she was ready to give him a blowjob. Ben felt a stirring in his groin. Was this the girl he once rejected?

"Okay, that's good," she said, as Meng Lee took the photo. "Time for the next outfit." She rushed up the stairs again. She was already feeling horny with all the hungry stares they were giving her. The next outfit should speed things up a bit.

This time, the guys' mouth opened in a wide O when they saw her coming down the stairs. Ling was wearing a white spaghetti strap top, but with a difference. Besides being low cut, the middle part had been severed in half and was only held together with several black strings, showing a huge part of her heaving bosom. The material of the top was rather thin and her large erected nipples poked through enticingly. She completed the outfit with very short jeans cutoffs which revealed the bottom curves of her butt and a pair of killer black stilettos. All in all, she was dressed to kill.

"What do you think of this outfit, boys?" she asked, putting a hand on one hip and modeled it for them. 

"It's...very nice," Meng Lee offered.

"Is that all you can come up with? Nice?" she purred.

"Well, if I have to be honest, it's rather sexy," said Ben.

"Ahhh... That's much better, dear. Come sit in the chair, I need you for another pose. Oh ya, it might look better if you took off your shirt."

Ling waited for Ben to take off his shirt, revealing a well-chiseled body, and was awed by his tight toned abdomen with yummy six packs. After he had sat down in the sofa, she went to sit on his lap and laid her back on his chest, feeling his hard-on pushing against her bum. 

She then wrapped his hands on her heaving chest, instructing him: "This is a sexy pose, so I need you to help me get in the mood. Do whatever you like with my tits, and try to make my nipples protrude more; I need it for my photoshoot."

Both of the guys wondered if they had heard wrongly, Ben especially. Here was a hot girl inviting him to play with her tits! Heck, why not, he thought.

Ling sat in his lap while his hungry hands roamed over her chest. First, he started with cupping her tits, admiring how large yet firm they were. Then he started fondling them, squeezing them, realizing that they were also quite bouncy. His fingers slowly wandered to the large erect nipples, then suddenly gave them a quick pinch. This elicited a surprise gasp of pleasure from Ling.

"Do that more... Ben. It's nice," she whispered, opening her legs and flashing her white thong panties to Meng Lee who was sitting opposite. "Get ready to shoot, Meng Lee," she instructed, tousling Ben's hair in an act of wild passion, opening and closing her luscious lips.

Meng Lee declared that he had gotten a really sexy photo of them.

"Really?" Ling said, tearing away from Ben's hungry fingers, springing towards him, her tits bouncing in her tight tiny top. She looked at the photo and gave her praises: "It is quite good indeed. Wanna have a go, Meng Lee?"

"What... Me? I'm your cousin, Ling. It wouldn't be appropriate at all..."

"Ah... whatever. It's just a few pictures, isn't it? Tell me you don't want it," she pouted, shoving her chest in front of him.

"Well... okay. Just a few pictures only I guess."

Meng Lee took off his top as well, when reminded by Ling, then he sat down on the sofa while Ben took his place behind the camera, looking a bit disappointed. This time, Ling leaned towards Meng Lee and straddled him with her legs apart, treating him to a clear view of her white thong. Ben however also got a nice view of her pert ass as the jeans cutoffs were riding high against her smooth ass.

"Now, this time is hands off. Instead, I want you to put your mouth to my nipples and suck them. Can you do that, big boy?" she said, daring him.

"Of course," he said, and swooped down towards her yummy looking tits, and started licking and sucking her nipples for all his worth. Ling felt so horny, she could feel her thong getting damp and it was all she could do to stop from fingering herself. She must make them want her on their own accord!

"Take some good pictures, right, Ben," she purred, while a sudden biting of her nipples caused her to arch her back in sexy agony, letting out a moan of pleasure.

This encouraged Meng Lee further and he started licking around her deep cleavage, feeling the smooth flesh against his tongue. He got progressively rougher, even started using his hands to fondle her tits, she let him go on, until his rough groping hands accidentally tore off the black strings holding the top, revealing the twin creamy mounds with large pink buds to both their devouring gazes.

She quickly grabbed the gaping top and held it close. She was pleased though to see that the guys were having a good reaction in their crotches.

"Oops, wardrobe malfunction," she giggled. "Wait for my last outfit okay. I need you guys to strip down to your underwear. Shhh... It's for the photos," she whispered, putting a finger on Ben's lips, indicating that they be quiet and follow her instructions, before slipping upstairs.

When she headed down the stairs, she was thrilled to see the two guys were down to their underwear, both sporting big bulges in front. When they saw what she was wearing, it only served to make their erections harder than ever.

A young sexy girl was coming down the stairs in nothing more than lingerie. Ling was wearing a matching set of pink bra and panties. The bra was a half cup and a large part of it was semi-transparent, revealing the roundness of her firm tits, with only a thin strip of lace hiding her nipples from sight. She also had on knee length pink stockings, which were held up by sexy garters around her thighs. But the best part was the panties she had was on was so tiny, disappearing into a thong between her butt cheeks, and they were crotchless as well! 

This drove the guys wild with desire and it was all they could do to tear away the little clothes she was wearing now.

"You look awesome, babe," murmured Ben.

"Do I?" she asked, twiddling her fingers on his chest. "I thought you said I was like your little sister. And that I wasn't what you were looking for..."

"No way! I was wrong, babe. You look fucking hot. You turned me on so much..."

"Tell me you want me..." she purred in his ear, straddling him and putting her arms around his neck.

"What do you think, babe? My dick is aching for you," he said, whipping out his hard dick and placed her hands over it.

"Mmmm... looks like someone is turned on. Well, we gotta do something about it, don't we?"she whispered, giving Ben a few strokes. She was going to make Meng Lee suffer by making him watch and want her. "Be sure to take more photos, Meng Lee, and no touching," she ordered.

She then kneeled on the floor, thrusting out her tight butt for Meng Lee to lust after, while she lowered her head towards the hard dick sticking out in front of her. It was a whole six inches and pretty wide. Precum was already leaking out. She started by licking his balls, sucking them a few times before proceeding to Ben's dick. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft a few times, swirling around at times. But he was most sensitive around the head, which she promptly gave him a few tasty licks. He squirmed in pleasure.

She proceeded to wrap her lips around his dick and swallowed his dick whole. It wasn't a problem at all as she had done bigger before and she was a pro by now. She started sucking his cock harder, drawing out a few moans from Ben, which excited her. Ben began to feel her all over, first groping her tits, her slim waist down to her lovely ass. Oh, boy, he can't believe he turned down this hot chick last time!

She sucked him till he almost came, then stopped. She wasn't ready for him to stop yet. Ben then laid her down on the sofa and started kissing her softly. It turned into a passionate kiss before he continued by licking her neck, her creamy boobs, finally down to her crotch. 

The opening in the panties looked particularly enticing. He then advanced to licking her pussy. It was dripping wet! She was damn turned on as well!

He licked her swollen red clit, tasting the juices which were flowing freely. Mmmm... yummy. He then went on to her pussy hole, licking around the sides before inserting his tongue into her hot pussy. Ling moaned in enjoyment, how nice that this guy who once turned her down was pleasuring her now.

She needed his dick now, she gasped. She quickly turned him over onto the sofa, and slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling his rock hard dick penetrating her throbbing pussy.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking tight! So sexy!!" he yelled.

Ling rode slowly at first, wiggling her hips while her ample boobs jiggled in their cups with the rhythm as well. She turned around and saw Meng Lee was being naughty. He was totally naked, stroking his dick at the sight of them fucking.

"Hey you! What are you doing?"

"Sorry... Ling. I couldn't help it. You're just too damn hot," he said, shamefaced, but not stopping his stroking nonetheless.

"Oh really? Tell me more... Remember what you always used to said to me? You said I was ugly and no guy would want me!" Ling spat, still bucking off Ben's hard dick while he squeezed her tits.

"I'm sorry for all that, Ling, really. It was just a tease. I didn't mean it. You're so goddamn sexy now, any guy would be crazy to turn you down."

"Okay. That sounds more like it, cous," she said, a smile curling around her juicy lips. "Show me you want me."

Without another word, Meng Lee strode towards them and began to grab her delicious tits half hidden by the bra. Without warning, he suddenly tore the bra away, letting her large tits bounce to the rhythm of her and Ben fucking.

"Oh my... Are you sure you want this?" she enquired towards Meng Lee. "I'm your cousin, ya know..." her words lingered off.

"I don't care. You're so fucking hot, I want you so badly!"

There, he had said it, the magic words she had wanted to hear all along.

"Come here, baby," she purred and grabbed his cock and started to lick the head. Meng Lee shuddered in pleasure. She was definitely a good cocksucker, he thought, as she quickened both the pace of her sucking, darting her tongue around his member. He placed his hands on the back of her head, urging her on, to let him fuck her mouth hard.

She thought, it was so thrilling, sucking one guy and fucking another at the same time! This was total ecstasy!

She rode Ben faster and faster, urging him to an orgasm. It wasn't before long he clutched her ass and shot his cum into her hot tight pussy. She came as well, bucking and squirming. Meng Lee was not to be left behind, and spurted his hot cum into her wet lovely mouth. With a naughty smile, she swallowed everything and even licked her lips clean.

As was usual, Ben was exhausted and laid on the sofa, panting. This was what happened to the guys she fucked. Through the sex, she grew stronger by stealing their vitality. And the after effect of having sex with her was that the guys became uncontrollably horny afterwards, she snickered. Serves them right.




Rebirth Ch. 05



Finale

Aiden was tired, more tired than he'd ever been. Blood and cuts covered his body, his breath heaving in and out of his body. They'd long since abandoned their fiery walls and resorted to hand to hand combat, materializing weapons with a thought. Aiden was now armed with a single blade and Evil Aiden, twin swords. All around them the walls that protected Aiden's mind were in shambles yet Evil Aiden, not nearly as bloody or torn, laughed with glee. 

Bipolar villain that he was, Evil Aiden's expression suddenly changed to one of angry hatred and with a burst of supernatural speed he rushed at Aiden. Bringing his weapon up, Aiden was forced back as the blades clashed, sparks flying off the sharp edges. Their eyes only a few inches apart, there was no way Evil Aiden could not be aware of Aiden waning will to fight. Panicked, Aiden brought his leg up, barely missing his opponent who flipped away to come to a graceful stop a few feet away. 

Evil Aiden did not give him a chance to recover from this latest attack. 

Aiden was not fast enough protect himself this time and was sent reeling. He broke his fall and landed in a crouch. The sound of a blade slicing through air flashed and he back flipped twice, landing a few paces away. He stood to meet the full frontal attack but stumbled. Evil Aiden's blade caught him across the chest, adding to the gory collection. He almost did not feel this addition, numbness spreading quickly. The strength went out of his legs and he landed hard, the toll of the long fight catching up. 

"Ready to give up, Aiden?" He did not answer and an evil laugh echoed, shaking the unstable environment. "You make me sick. You are not worthy of this power but I am. I will show the world what the phoenix is truly capable of and they will bow at my feet. They will beg for forgiveness, for mercy but there will be none."

Evil Aiden's word came as if from a distance and no matter how hard he tried, Aiden could not find the resolve or strength to move. Prone, on his back he watched vague images float above him, his memories invading. Blood, war, crime, odium. The world's malice filled his mind and swamped him. The voices of murderers, thieves, rapists echoed around him. His head exploded in pain as their self-pity, their anger, their hatred tried to consume him, feeding the strength of the part of him he longed to bury. 

"Yes!" was Evil Aiden's hiss of pleasure.

All the reasons he fought became more and more obscure until a softly smiling face came to his rescue, her image secure behind his closed eyelids. Sadness shined in her eyes, showing the traumas of her past but nothing could diminish the good that was so much a part of her. Like a domino effect that glimpse of good had him recollecting all the deeds, small and large that made humanity redeemable. A stranger handing a coin to the man on the street, the grandchild taking some time to spend with a lonely grandparent, people handing out food at the homeless shelter. The list was long and written in the hearts of those who cared.

Seemingly lost amidst all the bad, there was good. One tiny human female reminded him of that. No matter how far darkness reached, there was always a glimmer of hope, always a spark of good even in the most wicked of hearts. Human nature could never be categorized as strictly good or bad. Neither could he. Human history was riddled with great acts of violence and would always be but amid all the chaos, there was always some act of kindness that tipped the scales. When did he lose sight that?

He tried to remember when he became this way, so jaded and bitter. He realized with a start that it was from man's first betrayal. With every other treacherous act, his resentment grew larger and larger until he was spilt down the middle, his soul torn between remaining loyal to his duty and his longing to punish those who caused his pain, his self-doubt. Those who destroyed the goodness in him. 

The more he tried to suppress the malevolence the stronger it became until it manifested itself into a separate, willful being. They were both parts of him and neither could exist without the other. Just as day could not exist without night, every molecule of good in him needed the darker passions he harbored. It was what made him stronger, what made him persevere.

With his acceptance of his shortcomings, of realizing that fighting this inner demon would only lead to his downfall, he forgave the grievances transgressed against him, knowing there was no moving forward without absolution for himself or for humanity.

Distantly he heard the heavy fall of footsteps, a sword scraping the floor before a shadow fell over him. "Hey, get up so I can kick your ass."

A foot nudged him.

He opened his eyes and whatever Evil Aiden saw there made him back away, swords up and ready, for the first time the cocky confidence leaving his expression. Around them the shattered walls crumbled further as the ground shook, disappearing into dust. 

"What's going on?" Evil Aiden glanced around, his movements panicked as the scene fell away and water rushed in to fill the space, a flowing lake surrounded but lush greenery. The liquid took hold of Aiden and he rose, watching the blue sky above him, the tranquil sound of a peaceful breeze, the chirp of birds, the faint buzzing of bees calming his soul. The serenity was broken when a snarl sounded. "What the fuck is this feng shui shit?" 

It was time to tame his inner demon. For the sake of all those he swore to protect, for his near damned soul, for the love of his mate, it was a task he would not fail. He pushed himself to his feet, using his blade for support. Immediately he was attacked, the blow sending him spilling across the water's surface. 

He smiled and rose again, the same result repeated time and time again until they stared at each other, arm's length apart. For the first time, Evil Aiden appeared winded and he raged, "Why do you get up? Why do you persist for the undeserving? Why, Aiden? Dammit, defend yourself. Why aren't you fighting back?" 

With each word his other half grew louder, anger pulsing in the slashing gestures he made.

"Because you're right. We are one. I accept you. You've made these years bearable but I don't need you anymore. I need to face their world, my new life, without this animosity in the way."

Evil Aiden looked away, somehow managing to look hurt by the turn of events. "So you're just going to abandon me? For them? For her?"

"No. I'm doing it for me." He walked up to his dark twin and embraced him. The clone looked at him suspiciously, stiffening in shock at Aiden's action. "It's time for you to go," he said and Evil Aiden slumped against him, accepting Aiden's will for it was the first time he really meant his words.

"I will never truly disappear," Evil Aden stated his parting shot, his essence becoming transparent and melting into Aiden's body. The two flowed into one being leaving behind an almost whole Aiden. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling.

"I know." No being was completely good or bad. Everyone was painted in shades of light and dark. While his dark desires once worried him, he now knew with absolute certainty he could control the darkness within him because he finally found a reason to save his soul, battered and scarred as it was. 

He opened his eyes and left the spiritual world behind. Around him the flowing rock was displaced, his volcanic cocoon gently rumbling. Shedding his human persona, the orange glowing protective bubble that protected his skin vanished, the ashes at his feet a symbol of his rebirth. 

The phoenix took over. Increased power pulsed through him, the strain that once weighed his shoulders gone. The heat around him fed the phoenix's satisfaction at being set free after so many months. 

His senses searched for the one who made everything he did, he'd done and will do worthwhile. 

Got you, he celebrated, his target located.

With a loud screech, his wings close to his body, a powerful lunge sent his body slicing through the molten lava like a knife. Too fast for human eyes to see, he broke through the crater, the boom of rock crashing back to earth resonating. Airborne, he raced to his destination in search of the last piece of the puzzle that completed him.

****

Mac rolled onto her left side and fit the pregnancy pillow between her thighs. The reason for her sleeplessness continued his one-man dance-a-thon and she winced, rubbing at the spot. She felt the imprint of a tiny foot and her heart melted despite the discomforts that plagued her. 

Determined to get some sleep, she closed her eyes. The last few weeks of back pain, limited mobility, and frequent trips to the bathroom left her with many sleepless nights, tonight no exception. The overhead fan whirled, the overworked device hardly dousing the internal heat that had her nightshirt sticking to her swollen belly. The sound was soothing though and her mind drifted into that space between blissful unconsciousness and persistent wakefulness.

Out of a dark cloud he came to her, his light shining bright and warm. Her fantasy was set in a tower, large bricks surrounding the huge round bed with black satin sheets. She was wet and ready for him, clad in nothing but her birthday suit and an eager, hungry look. Muscles rippling, he stalked her, coming to rest between her spread thighs. His lips greeted hers in welcome and he teased them both until the need to be joined overpowered. Grabbing the globes of her behind, he lifted her into his down stroke. Pressed tight against him, her suppliant nipples loved the abrasion against his chest as light from a mysterious source shined on them, illuminating their sweaty, straining bodies. 

Her body quavered on the edge of the abyss only to be brought back to reality with a thud by a sharp fissure of pain in her lower abdomen. Determined not to be ignored, the baby gave a particularly hard kick and she yelped, her almost dream vanishing. She kept her eyes tightly shut, hoping the image would return but no such luck. The achy feeling that made her skin tingle kept on tormenting her though. Her legs shifted restlessly, the squirming action stimulating her tender bud as her nipples chafed against the large shirt's material. 

Aiden never left her thoughts, memories of his hard body driving into hers, his lips sucking at her aroused nipples, hands leaving no place untouched filling her mind day and night. Every time she closed her eyes, he chased away the monsters that masqueraded as nightmares to heat her dreams. The downside to the erotic visions was waking with a pulsating clit, a pussy that ached to be filled, a heart that throbbed in demand and a needy cry on her lips.

Sighing, she struggled into a sitting position and looking down at her stomach, she grumbled. A glance at the clock on the bedside table made her sigh again. Five thirty-two a.m. The sun would be up soon and she decided she might as well get up. But still she lingered in the bed watching drizzling drops hit the sliding glass door that opened her bedroom onto its private deck.

The framed sketch of Aiden stood next to the clock and her eyes traced the lines. Since he left, her art had taken on sexual edge that reviewers raved. It was little surprise when she spent hours in her studio with thoughts of the hours they spent together as her hands slashed and crafted, her creative energy renewed. She usually ended a painting session amazed at the new depth her work exhibited , her panties soaked and squirming in the refurbished stool that earned a special place in her heart.

Another hard kick startled her away from her thoughts. The rain tapped on the glass door a little harder than before. Like an invitation, the taps seemed to whisper come out and play. She giggled at her crazy musing but was helpless to resist the call none the less. She pushed the covers aside and, with some maneuvering, got out of bed. She wobbled across the bedroom, her seven and a half month bulge leading the way. Pushing the sliding door to the side, she stepped out into the downpour, the cool deck beneath her feet. The cotton T-shirt was soaked within seconds and stuck to her like a second skin, clearly outlining her baby bump. Immediately the breeze cooled her fevered skin although it did nothing about the heat within. She took one step, then another and another until the wooden banister halted her progress.

Fingers lightly trailing across the wood she looked out onto the Caribbean Sea. Although she could not see the shore, the sound of the waves lapping at the sand soothed her, blending perfectly with the tap, tap, tap of the rain. Despite the heavenly shower, clouds hardly littered the sky and already light streaks of blue cut through the black cover, stars still twinkling in the early morning. In the war between day and night, the moon stilled shined its light, the pale sphere hanging low. The sparse moonlight slithered along the surf forming a deep 'V'. The calming drops also took on the silvery hue, like small diamonds falling from the sky only to break into a million tiny pieces as they touched the wooden deck.

She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the rain. The warm tropical air blew against her cheeks and carried with it the sound and smell of the nearby sea and floral undertones, the intense red rose scent from the bush directly below the balcony her favorite. Her decision to move to St. Lucia stemmed from the desire for a new start, something radically different from the icy isolation of the Montana Mountains and away from the controlling thumb of her parents, who weren't too pleased at the news of her pregnancy, especially with no doting father at her heels. 

While she learned to conquer the instinctive fear of males that Grayson instilled in her, she lapsed into old patterns sometimes. She still could not bear the thought of small spaces or growing her hair out and staying out alone after dark was out of the question. But she made great strides in the last few months and while she would like to think that she would have reached this point in her life this quickly without meeting Aiden, she knew it was a lie.

Despite the shortness of their time together, Aiden had given her so much. Because of him she found the courage to rejoin the world, to reclaim herself, to live again. Because of him she found the strength to look back on the past, make peace with it and leave exactly where it belonged. Because of him she looked forward to the future with open arms. 

Every day was a gift she planned to cherish because he gave her the greatest gift of all. Her son. Only after discovering her pregnancy did she realize the full significance of his tear on that fateful night. She viewed the entire gestation as a miracle-a term coined by her doctor. From seeing the first ultrasound to feeling those first fluttering kicks, each new experience was infinitely precious. 

Fears of her ability as a mother, of repeating the mistakes of her mother, invaded the maternal bliss sometimes even manifesting themselves in her dreams. She joined a first-time mom support group and the weekly meet-ups helped but it was Aiden's presence she desired most. Though she tried not to dwell on her situation, alone and pregnant, she could not quench her longing to have someone, Aiden, to reveal her fears to, someone to marvel at all the small and not-so small changes that pregnancy brought, to hold her hand at doctor visits, to rub her sore feet at the end of the day. 

Hormones are a bitch, she griped internally trying to shake off her sad thoughts but still she felt the telltale tingling around her eyes signaling a waterworks session. Only yesterday she bawled her eyes out after watching a tender scene between mother and child in a commercial. That was one of the least embarrassing crying sessions she had. She still cringed remembering having the same effect seeing a flower blowing in the wind. 

Her feet started protesting and she opened her eyes. The yard below was now clearly visible, the neatly manicured lawn beautifully decorated with trimmed hedges, colorful splashes of flowers and a stoned path leading to the beach below. Giving the peaceful scene one last look, she took two steps toward the bedroom before freezing.

The air changed. 

There was no subtle shifting. Although the rain sang its song just as before, the wind stilled. She closed her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat, too afraid of the disappointment to hope. But the suspense was too much, the fragile hope already taking root. She opened her eyes slowly, drops of water plopping onto her cheeks. Like a vision right out of her most luscious fantasy, there he stood, no more than a foot away. Until then she did not realize how much she worried that her move would prevent their reunification. 

Power emanated from him. Small rivers of water sleuthed down his bare chest, clinging adoringly to the washboard abs that carved his stomach before disappearing into the loose jeans that hang low on his hips. He looked down at her with the same intensity that scorched her dreams. His hair was longer but otherwise he looked the same but for a new lightness surrounding him. With him so near the incessant need she told herself was just an overblown memory was back stronger than before. Her pussy burned in readiness, wet and pulsing, aching for his touching, aching for completion.

He had to know. The way her nipples pressed against the thin material of her top was a dead giveaway. And if his sense of smell was a strong as it used to be, there was no way he could miss the scent of her dripping pussy. Suddenly breathless, all she could manage was a soft, "You came."

He cupped her cheeks and she leaned into the caress. His thumb traced her lips, his eyes hungrily following its path before imprisoning her with blue fire. "Nothing could keep me away."

She threw herself into his waiting arms, his comforting warmth already thawing the confusion of the last few months. Their lips met and clung and her pussy clenched in remembrance of those special nights atop a snowy mountain. His hands on her hips, Aiden pulled her into the strength of his arms and ravaged her mouth. His passion was a formidable thing but the strength of her desire matched his. Long seconds passed as their tongues dueled and explored. They were nothing short of perfection together and emotion nearly overwhelmed her.

The moment of passion was broken when her hyperactive bundle resumed his rambunctious play. The powerful kick made her gasp. The look in Aiden's eyes said he felt it as well. Feeling weirdly tentative she said, "There's someone who wants to meet you," she said to Aiden, watching his face for his reaction. 

They never talked about kids and she had no idea what to expect from him. Would he be angry, happy, disappointed, suspicious? What if he thought she found someone else? Already boarded on her panic train, her eyes widened when he knelt at her feet and lifted the material away from her tummy, large hands tracing the distended shape. There was another kick against his hand and awe lit his eyes. He leaned over and kissed the spot. "Hi there, little guy. It's your old man. I know we've only just met but I already love you. I promise to protect you, and be there whenever you need me." He took her hand and brought it to his lips. His eyes were bright, emotion turning them almost black. "Thank you, Mac. You've given me more than I could ever hope for."

She urged him to his feet, his height dwarfing her, making her feel small and feminine, a feeling she liked more than she cared to admit. "I should be the one thanking you. None of this would have been possible without you. Thank you for this little miracle, Aiden."

****

Aiden looked down at the arousing picture Mac presented, a vision loveliness made all the more enchanting by the fact that she carried his child. Possessive pride swept through him, hot arousal intensifying the emotion. Atop the hoary mountain she was beautiful, a hidden gem. Now, her body nurturing a new life, she was exquisite. Her internal light shined brighter and bigger than ever, giving her skin a rosy hue. 




Rebirth Ch. 05



For a few minutes before she became aware of his presence he watched her. Like a goddess, she stood with her head tipped toward the rain, her body outlined in nothing but wet, see-through cloth and moonlight. Like the hungry hunter he was, he cataloged every change, every line and curve of her body, inhaling her womanly scent now sweetened with a little something extra. The undisputable evidence that she was pregnant was like icing on an already delicious cake.

Now that she was before him, it was felt too good to be true yet there she was. 

Stunning. 

The transparent shirt, pushed over her belly, clung to her breasts, the hard tips pushing at the fabric. Unable to resist the urge, he leaned down to capture a nipple through the wet shirt. Her fingers speared through his hair. Pulling at the strands, her soft moan vibrated through them both and floating on the tranquil island wind. Her sweetness had him curling his tongue around the protruding flesh, pulling it deeper into the recesses of his mouth. She pulled him closer and pressed her flesh into his mouth. "Oh Aiden!"

Releasing her nipple he rasped his tongue over its temptation. She moaned her displeasure, arching higher and pulling harder on his hair. "Don't stop, please."

Capturing her hands, he imprisoned them at her back. Looking into her chocolate eyes, he saw his need reflected there. Her tongue licked at her full lower lip and he had to taste her, had to reacquaint himself with her addictive flavor. He nipped at her upper lip, keeping his touch light. "Please, Aiden. It's been so long."

Her plea sent a jolt of fire through him and he could no longer deny himself, deny her. The kiss was hard, a clash of tongue, teeth and lips that would undoubtedly leave them both bruised. His hips pressed against hers, seeking relief from the terrible ache, loving the new curves that greeted him. Pushing her back, he trapped her between the handrails and his body. She kissed him back and her body moved with his, pulling him deeper and deeper into the wed of arousal.

He wanted to savor her, to make this reunion memorable. So with tremendous effort he slowed down and took the time to properly explore her uniquely sweet flavor. He placed a tender kiss on the swollen cushion of her lips. 

He pulled away to taste the graceful line of her neck, the combination of rain and clean woman heady. Letting go of her hands he traced the length of her silky thighs, caressing the curve of her belly before pushing the wet shirt over the hills of her breasts. 

"You taste so sweet, baby. I can't get enough," he breathed against her neck. Backing away he looked at the prize he uncovered as he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it away. Shyness entered her eyes and he caught her hands before she could cover herself, placing them on the balcony's ledge. Her fingers tightened around the wood as his eyes, longed denied, feasted. 

The stiff peaks of her nipples tightened further under his gaze, proud in the night air. Swollen with the changes of her body, they were larger, the color of her areolas richer, the rigid jewels in the center reaching for him. He took possession of the rounded treasures, his thumbs rasping over the peaked centers. Just below, the tight basketball shape of her tummy was far sexier than he could have imagined. Moisture clinging to her, her skin reflected the elusive light of the fading moon, her black panties stark against the paleness of her skin. "Perfect."

At his reverent tone, her eyelids lowered, hiding her thoughts from him. He wanted no barriers between them. Lifting her chin, he looked into her eyes, he said, "You're beautiful. Exquisite." 

There was a small silence as she searched his gaze. She answered, "You make me feel that way."

He kissed the valley between her breasts, his hands sweeping her sides before cupping her them. Plumping up the supple flesh, he kissed, licked and nibbled at the underside, relearning the shape and weight. Slowly, he moved around the globe, coming full circle. Moving about an inch higher, he repeated the action loving the way she moaned, her movements trying to force a deeper contact. Shorter and shorter the circles became before he just hovered above the pink tip. One hand fisted in his hair, forcing his gaze up. Frustration changed the color of her eyes, light sparks making them shine. "Don't tease me, Aiden."

With the tip of his tongue he laved her areolas, skirting the place that needed his attention most. Her fingers tightened in his hair and finally he relented. Holding her stare, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and groaned, his first unhampered taste in too long. With a flicker of his tongue he lashed at the distended flesh, humming at the prize. "You have the sweetest breasts. I could do this for hours."

Her answer was a stretched out moaned as he kissed a path to the other globe, giving it the same lavish attention before he knelt before her. Starting at the line of her panties, he kissed a path over her rounded belly. Sprawled over her flat tummy, his hand cradled the life that nestled there, the flutter that rippled beneath his palm reminding him that the cold, wet deck was not the best place to make love to a pregnant woman. He rose to his feet and lifted her. With a surprised gasp, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met with fiery passion and he carried her into the bedroom.

Their lips still clinging, he lowered her to the mattress, pillows at her back. He followed her down, lying at her side. Pulling away, he looked down as her in the semi-darkness. Dawn broke and rich color bounced off the walls and bathed her in warm light. Like the angel she so favored, her hair haloed around her head, spread over the white sheets. The only thing that obstructed his view was the pair of triangle panties. Shifting, he knelt between her legs and pulled them down her legs, his breath catching at the sight of her swollen cleft dewy with her juices, the pearly drops running down the crack of her butt cheeks.

His cock was pulsing, almost painfully full, begging for relief while his tongue felt swollen with the need to taste her. Go slow, he admonished himself and determined to do just that, he kissed her shoulder, trailing over her chest, nuzzling between her breasts, feeling the race of her heart. Lower, his tongue laved her now obtruding belly button, licking and sucking. 

"More, Aiden. That feels so good," she sighed, her fingers once more tangling in his hair. 

He trailed even lower, kissing her creamy thighs, caressing the arch of her dainty feet, retracing his path to the apex of her legs. Her thigh over his shoulder, his eyes devoured the sight, his nose flaring at the amazing scent. Using his tongue to separate the petals of her femininity, he licked her up and down. A rejoicing chorus went through his taste buds at that first taste. With a groan, he dived deeper, his tongue entering her fiery furnace. Peeking out from beneath it hood, her hard bud beckoned him. His hand opening her nether lips, his mouth latched onto her exposed clit. Mouth creating tight suction, he eased a finger into her tight sheath. The rhythm built into a love song of slurping noises, the clap of his finger sinking into her and the rustle of her restless movements against the sheets, her cries adding sweet soprano. He spat on her pussy using the added lubricant to ease another fingers into her. 

"Yes, just like that, Aiden," her sultry voice encouraged.

Concentrating on that internal sweet spot, he increased the pressure just that little bit on her external bean and she exploded, the contracting muscles gripping his fingers. Air escaped her in a whoosh and a silent scream filled her mouth. Her hips bucked wildly as her thighs trapping his head, her fingers tearing into sheets. He rode the wave with her, keeping her still beneath his mouth. 

He gentled his mouth as she came down from her peak. Her thighs relaxed and he left his prize to nuzzle her tummy. Standing, he shucked his jeans and the low riding briefs. Looking down at her, for the first time he wondered if doing this that the best idea. Immediately his cock protested the thought but his big head still deliberated.

Like she sensed his thoughts, Mac sat up and gave him a considering look. "It's okay, Aiden. We won't hurt him."

Still doubt plagued him and he hesitated until she knelt and fisted his traitorous cock. "Come to me, Aiden. I've waited so long. Don't leave me wanting."

So said, she pulled his head down to kiss his lips. Leading him by his cock, she beckoned him to the promise of proven absolution until they both knelt in the center of the bed. His body rallied her cause, his mind fighting to stay afloat in the sea of salacity. In one last-ditched attempt to ease his conscience, he asked, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes. The doctor says its fine," was whispered against his lips and she straddled his thighs. Holding his gaze captive, she rose slightly and his cock found her entrance. Rocking back and forth, she worked his bourgeon head into her mound. 

Retreating she did it again, working a little more of him into her. He caught her cadence and together they worked his length slowly into the heart of her. They both sighed, the remembered perfection of his body stretching hers just as right.

Lips on his, she was the first to move, riding him. Taking her lead, he countered her motions, pushing up as she descended, retreating as she rose, their tongues duplicating their actions. Her breasts bounced with his slow thrusts, her skin flushed pink, lightly sprinkled with a sheen of sweat. With a sob, she lifted her hands to his shoulders and her nails pierced his skin with quiet desperation. Her lips quavered beneath his as their movements became more frenzied.

Her warmth surrounded him as his length tunneled through her folds, the silken feel of her driving him out of his mind. Her scent filled his head, the euphoric cloud making it impossible to think of anything but her and the sweet salvation of her body. Her eyes trapped him in a sensual web. They shined with smoldering passion, showing every inkle of her desire.  

Thumb on her clit, he stroked into her with hard flex of his hips. She screamed into his mouth and guilt laced through his passion. She was pregnant, for Ra's sake. He pulled his lips away intending to do the same with his hips but, arms clinging lovingly to him, she hooked her legs around his waist, her nails scoring his back, and said, "Don't stop, Aiden. Please, I need you."

"I don't want to hurt you or our baby, Mac. Give me a minute and I'll go slowly." Even through his words he could not stop the twitch of his hungry cock or the small movements of his hips as his body urged him to finish what he started.

"You can't hurt us by loving us. I don't want slow. I want you. Just you. Just the way you are." 

Her words combined with the deep caress of her muscles nearly pushed him to the breaking point but there was something that needing to be voiced before they continued. 

"I love you," he whispered, their lips no more than an inch apart. The intensity of the feeling echoed in his trembling voice, his body trying its best to show her the truth of his words. "I'm not perfect and I am more than aware of the fact. I'm jealous, overprotective and possessive, and I don't deserve you but I love you, Mac, more than anything else in this world. I need you to be my wife, my lover, the mother of our children. You may not feel the same way but-"

She stopped his tirade with a finger on his lips. "But I do, Aiden. With every beat of my heart I do. I love you and I need you just as much. I want to see the sun rise with you every morning and make love to you every night. For the rest of my life. And yours." 

"Are you saying what I hope you are?" He remembered his offer of immortality and her uncertain reaction all those months ago. Had she come to the decision he hoped for?

Her voice was strong as she answered, "Yes. I can't imagine my life without you and forever is not enough but I'll take it."

His heart exulted with a skipped beat. "Marry me."

She smiled. "Yes."

He surged into her, hard and deep. 

"Oh yes! Harder, Aiden. Please."

The sounds that came from him were earthy and rough, his words unrefined and full of his desperate emotion. Her high-pitched moans mixed with his bass tune. His body cried for relief but he pushed away from the promised bliss wanting the moment to last forever.

"Right there. Right there. Oh Aiden!" she chanted through trembling lips, her muscles gripping him. A millisecond later it was almost impossible for him to move through the tightness. She threw her head back on a scream, muttering incoherent words, her pussy gushing him with hot liquid. She hissed and cursed with the continued explosions that rocked her core, tears forced from the corner of her eyes. Her orgasm triggered his and he could not curtail his released anymore. His gritted his teeth against the pleasure-pain, snarling with the ferocity of his desire. A wild fire started at his groin and spread with the ferocity of a charging bull. His cock swelled and exploded, bathing her insides with his cum. His control unraveled, leaving only raw desire, raw emotion. Leaving only the two of them in a storm of yearning, clinging to each other, their two souls reaching and colliding.

In the wake of such tender violence, their eyes met as their lips touched, not kissing but simply sharing each other's breath. "I love you, Mac."

"I love you, Aiden."

****

Hair flowing past her shoulders, Mac watched her two favorite men. Swaying back and forth, Aiden fed the six week old baby cradled in his arms. It was a nightly bedtime routine that never failed to touch a spot in her heart. The epitome of male ruggedness, Aiden was dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and a worn jersey, his large feet bare. His hair was cut short and dyed black in an effort to avoid complications from his last identity, a look she found just as scrumptious as his last. Now Nicholas Aiden Lenon, he taught English at a local secondary school. All his students adored him but none more that his son. 

Garbed in a short sleeved vest and disposable diaper, baby Phoenix was a duplicate of his dad but for the blond hair curling around his face.

Comfy in one of Aiden's large shirt, she leaned against the entrance to the nursery and smiled in happiness, thinking how truly blessed she was. So much had happened in the last few months. She and Aiden married only one week after his proposal. Three weeks later Phoenix was born earlier than expected, weighing a whopping eight pounds. She reconnected with her parents after an unexpected, teary phone call and reconciliation was underway with her mother and father now visiting and considering a move to the tiny island with the approach of retirement. There were still rough patches to work through but they were all committed. She left her mortality behind in one erotic blood exchange and knew the future may hold untold difficulties but with Aiden and Phoenix at her side she was prepared to face it all and value each day.

Before the last suckle of the nipple, Phoenix drifted off. Some back tapping and a burp later, Aiden carefully placed the child in his bed. A flip of a switch and dancing animal lights shined on the walls and ceiling. Walking over, she leaned against Aiden's back. Putting her arms around him in a loose hug, she snuggled close as they watched their normal squirming bundle sleep. 

He turned in her arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. Gently pulling his lips away, he looked at her in that way that made her feel infinitely beautiful and said. "I have waited for you for an eternity."

Her eyes misted. "I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

Swinging her into his arms, he walked them to the bedroom where he placed her in the center of their bed and followed her down. Long into the night softly whispered words and sighs bounced off the walls before they finally fell into an exhausted sleep, formerly singular anomalies united in a tie unbreakable even by time.

THE END



Rebirth Ch. 05



She decided her pussy wasn't wholly satisfied yet, so she started to give a handjob to Meng Lee, to get his dick semi-hard again. He wasn't totally exhausted yet because he had only gotten a blowjob. She needed to get him to fuck her pussy to let the effects of the magic take over him.

She laid down on the sofa in her naked glory, with the brown hair framing her innocent face. Meng Lee couldn't resist and started snaking his hands around her glorious body, enjoying every curve. I can't believe the cousin I used to tease is sucha sexy girl now, he thought.

Ling opened her legs wide, the crotchless panties enticing him nearer. He saw that her pussy was freaking wet, mixed with Ben's cum and her own juices.

"Fuck me, cousin. I know you want to," she whispered into his ear.

"Hell yeah. I wanna fuck you so badly!" he cried out, and inserted his cock into her pussy quickly. 

Enjoying the first few strokes, he said: "Ben was right! You have one tight pussy!!" before increasing his speed, pounding her pussy hard.

"Oh yeah, that's it! CUM AGAIN FOR ME, BABY!" she screamed.

That did it, Meng Lee couldn't believe it, he came again! So soon too! Squirts of hot semen filled her pussy and she moaned in pleasure. This was amazing!

Meng Lee slumped onto the sofa beside her, almost lifeless. Ling saw the aura of vitality dimmed around him as well and chuckled to herself, revenge is all in a day's work.

After all this, she couldn't wait for her new life in the big city!